#If you want to learn more about the world you got to ask

[insomniumstella]

coffee, Tuesdays, and f*** you | ceo!bucky x reader

summary: James Buchanan Barnes might just be the worst man on earth—too bad he's the only one who can help you out of a sticky, sticky situation.

warnings: enemies to lovers, fake dating, forced proximity + contact, sarcastic!bucky, explicit language, alcohol consumption

word count: 1,970

author's note: this is a possible teaser for a series i kinda want to write after over a year or so long hiatus😭 anyway, would anybody even read this??

“Huh,” his voice is like nails on a chalkboard on the gloomy Tuesday morning after your non-boyfriend boyfriend dumped you with an ‘I’m bored, sorry’ text the night prior. “It’s actually happening. The world is healing again.”

You shove yet another journal that is as unnecessary as it is cute into the cardboard box perched atop your desk and glare at the looming man. James is wearing his usual middle-of-the-week sallow grey shirt, which somehow manages to dull his sharp features more than Thursday’s yellow, and Prada trousers. Always with the Prada trousers. He loves Prada more than Rebecca Bloomwood and that is saying something. 

He’s a… fashionista like that. 

“I’m not quitting.” Why James has yet to successfully fire you is a miracle. The pair of you are like Tom and Jerry. Dracula and Van Helsing. Pandora and her box. Surely he must have tried to sweet talk his daddy into terminating you for good. “This,“ you motion to the empty (besides the wine opener, stress balls, and an emergency tube of red lipstick—obvious essentials) drawer, "is called organising. Learn it, live it, love it. It’s after organise and before o-fuck you in the dictionary.”

“Real big talk for someone who keeps a diary.” 

“That was…” you take in a deep breath in hopes to maintain at least an ounce of sanity. It doesn’t work. Why would it work? It never works. James and peaceful work hours is only a concept in a hypothetical world full of other ridiculous things such as your neighbour quitting drums and affordable Manolo Blahniks. “That was not… this is not a diary. It’s a journal. A journal I use for very important business meetings. And calls. And conferences.” 

“Right,” he quips with a hint of a smirk and sits down on the edge of your desk, the wood creaking underneath his weight. Journal my ass, he ponders but stays surprisingly quiet about it. 

“Not a diary. A journal is different from a diary. Maybe there’s no shame in keeping a diary, but I do not have a burning desire to write down every reason why the Wicked Witch of the West would make a better boss than you.” The words keep spilling out of your mouth before you can realise his painfully infuriating sneer is only growing. You hate that stupid smile of his. James knows you hate that stupid smile of his. That makes it all the more alluring for him to torture you with it. “I talk about it with my therapist like an adult.” 

“Not a diary. Got it.” James nods as his eyes flicker to the open (and totally unfinished) Word document on your work laptop before slowly raking across the wrinkled cotton of your shirt until they find yours again. “I was wrong to assume this box of trash on your desk,” he vaguely gestures to the cardboard and smirks just a fraction more, “is for diaries. Though you definitely have the look of a girl who keeps one. But anyway. Why are you organising when the entire PR department is having a meeting?” 

A… silence settles between you. It’s neither awkward nor peaceful, like it often is with James—he asks a somewhat reasonable question and you can only stare at him like he’s the biggest idiot on planet earth. Because sure, there is an important meeting happening on the forty fifth floor of Dioro right this moment. After all, you are a goodie two shoes of an employee with a busy Google calendar and a functional corporate email. You would know. But it is so like James to assume you would organise over attending, as the freaking head of public relations nonetheless, that you can only stare at him with those blank, are-you-serious eyes.

“Yes. Thank you.” 

“Yes?” James cocks his head to the side as if expecting you to say something, anything, else in addition, and when you don’t, his eyebrows furrow, too. 

Yes. Yes. Yes is not remotely an answer to my question, you infuriating woman, he thinks, and though he knows he should not expect anything less than for you to be as annoying as his shoelaces coming undone on a bright and early morning run, “yes” still takes him off guard a little. 

“Yes,” you shrug, promptly closing the laptop because James has no place to see the opened Word document that is half a plan for next year’s PR strategy and half a series of good lunch places around the office, and straighten up. He’s not the only person that’s confident in their words around here. 

“I sincerely hope you know the company does not pay you to look cute and gossip in the break room. If that was the case, you would’ve been let go a long time back.” It’s his turn to flash you the blank, dead, are-you-serious eyes. 

Exasperated stares are one of the many love languages between you. 

“I don’t just look cute and gossip. I also take precious time to share all of those memes in the company’s group chat. Good for morale.” You quip and James pinches the bridge of his nose. 

He should have managed to fire you a long time back. But to his credit—he has tried. Once. Twice. Thrice, if somebody was to count the time he got drunk at the annual Christmas party and pettily tried to end your employment over a disagreement about Creedence Clearwater Revival. Surprisingly, it stuck. For a whopping total of twelve hours. Before you stepped through the elevator doors once more, his father exasperated, and right beside you. To this day, James finds it a mystery you’ve managed to charm the man because you’re as charming as a wet towel. But his father is also a fan of Raisin Bran, so there must be something wrong with his judgment. At least when it comes to choice of breakfast cereal and the annoyingly annoying girl’s personality. You are great at PR, much to James’ frustration, and Dioro is habitual with scandals. The very last name Barnes is habitual with scandals that you make go poof! So don’t get it twisted—James is gra… gra… grateful for your talents in PR. At least until the glorious day when he takes over the company completely and can finally make you go poof! A flute of Dom Pérignon in hand as he stares at your empty desk out of his glass office is a nice dream, one to keep him from full blown insanity. 

James just might need a hobby. 

“Team-building activities are good for morale. Recognition programs are good for morale. Social events are good for—“ he starts listing on his hand, his features dark with disappointment, aggravation, and a hint of resignation. Good. Maybe you could break him before autumn.  

“Stop. Nobody cares about a lecture on morale from Dolores Umbridge.” You wave a dismissive hand and place last year’s Dean Winchester themed calendar atop the abyss of journals and trinkets. He’s fine and all, but Sam’s much more tempting to go back to. There’s just something about a strong man with longer hair and a kind heart. “I know about the meeting, Sophie’s leading it because I’m taking the rest of the week off. Plus maybe Monday. Probably Monday. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, do NOT expect me back on Monday.” 

“I expect you to find another job, but y’know. Tuesday’s fine.” He deadpans, not that you pay much attention to his tone. You’re much more interested in the fact his ass leaves the anguished, abused edge of your desk. “Why are you taking time off? It’s like the middle of July. And who the hell approved it?” 

“So there’s this Linda us lowly employees visit when we need time away from work,” you drawl out and cover Dean’s smouldering face with an old February issue of Vogue. “And it’s July second, which is not even remotely the middle. I hope you know that. It’s important to me that you know that.” 

His eyes drop to the magazine and the calendar that peaks out from beneath it, but he’s suspiciously silent about it. Instead when he speaks, his voice is a deep, almost frustrated rumble on—surprise, surprise—the HR department. “I’m aware of what a Linda is.”

“Good, boss. Glad to know you’re following, boss. And before you say anything, Linda approved my request for time off months ago, so there is nothing you can do about it, boss.” A lazy smile curls your lips as you stack more publications of Vogue until Lady Gaga’s staring back at you from the top of the pile. 

“Linda loves you, employee. She would give you a raise without hesitation if she could, employee. I specifically instructed you to come to me for these things.” James pinches the bridge of his nose before his arms fold over his chest. “Employee.”

Pet names are another one of your love languages. 

“We have been at each other’s necks for the past three miserable years.” You shove the flaps of the box closed and when they pop back up, you wrestle with the cardboard as elegantly as a girl on merely three hours of sleep can manage. “And it’s like you don’t even know me.”

James rolls his eyes, but not because you always find loopholes and roundabouts when it comes to his demands—you just… bring out his unprofessional side. You are a lunatic in business casual clothes.

“My apologies.” He leans forward, abusing your poor desk again as his hands grip the edges. “I should have recognised you would go on a vacation when your department is in the midst of a crisis.”

“Thank you,” you flash him a smile as sweet as sugar, a mighty contender to his infuriating smirk, and lean over the acrylic divider to steal a tape dispenser from some underpaid intern’s desk that’s been abandoned all morning, not that you blame him. You consistently avoid President Business, too. “You had me scared for our marriage there.” 

“It may be for the best you start looking into divorce lawyers,” James comments dryly, watching as you tape the box shut. Mostly. Lady Gaga’s still peaking through the crack a little.

“Whoa. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t fight for us.” The reply is almost absentminded as you cover Gaga with a bright pink Post-it—she’s remarkably eerie in the blue, whatever-it’s-made-of coat on past September’s issue of Vogue. “Besides. It’s possible my heart will yearn for you after the long, long six days Linda oh-so-graciously approved, despite July shaping out to be busy.” 

His baby blues flicker from your face to the bright Post-it, fingers curling around the oak of your desk as he ponders different ways to snap you out of whatever realm of professional defiance you seem to exist in without forcibly shaking you by the shoulders. Though the latter is an appetising thought. 

“Earth to James. Somebody’s spacing out again.” 

James pushes the wooden ruler you use to nudge him out of his face before his stare slowly returns to your features, hard and narrowed, and most likely unimposing given that he’s talking to a whack-a-doodle. “Sorry, honey. Got lost in curating the perfect celebratory afternoon for your inevitable demise.” 

“Oh.” A slight raise of your eyebrows accompanies the soft reply. The perfect celebratory afternoon for my inevitable demise? In his world, it could mean a gazillion possibilities. After a healthy beat, you settle on the most likely based on nothing, but vibes and the fact the man’s an asshole. “Bourbon, cigars, and a flock of hookers?” 

A sardonic smile curls his lips as James straightens up and shoves his hands into the pockets of those damn Prada trousers. “Golf, caviar, and setting your desk on fire.”

[s1ut-4-rafe]

PUTTIN' OUT | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (One Shot)

Pairing - Rafe x Female Kook! Reader

Summary - She’s the hottest caddy in Figure Eight, and he’s the rich, irresistable golfer who knows exactly what he wants—and it’s her. The tees are high, the chemistry is hotter, he’s about to turn her world upside down—on and off the course.

Word Count - 2745

Content - Heavy angst, intense flirting, lots of teasing, golfer/caddy girl dynamic, suggestive but sfw.

The sun hung high over the country club, its rays beating down on the manicured greens where the usual sounds of golf balls echoed in the air—distant thwacks of clubs, the soft chatter of players, and the occasional curse. 

Today, none of that mattered as much to you. Rafe Cameron and his usual crew—Topper and Kelce—were on the course, and you were the hottest caddy they’d ever had. 

You couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Rafe's behavior every time he showed up. It was the way he always seemed to get more flirtatious the more he came around. You’d worked here long enough to know the drill: flirt with the members, stay professional, and pocket the tips. But Rafe? He played his game differently.

At first, it had been just casual banter—his usual cocky comments that made your heart skip a beat. But over time it was like he was testing your boundaries, pushing the limits of how far he could go without crossing the line. And the more he did it, the more you couldn’t help but enjoy it. You weren’t some naive girl falling for his charm; you knew how to play along. 

Rafe wasn’t the only one who noticed what you were doing. Topper and Kelce were just as amused by the back-and-forth, occasionally chuckling as they watched their best friend flirt endlessly with you.

You enjoyed teasing him just enough to keep him on his toes. You’d smile just a little too coyly when handing him a drink, lingering just a second too long when you caught his eye. You didn’t need to say anything; your actions spoke louder than any words ever could.

Sometimes, when you bent over to grab his drink from the cooler, the short shirt you had to wear for work would ride up just a little, giving him the perfect view. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered, the way he tried to act like he didn’t look, but you knew better. The way his jaw tightened, the slight shift in his posture—it was all the confirmation you needed. You were playing him, and he was loving every second of it just like you. 

You relished the attention, fully aware of the effect you had on him, and the more you caught him staring, the more you enjoyed it. After all, you had learned how to make him lose focus—just like he had done to you in the past.

The more he came here, the more he got hooked on you. The game wasn’t just about golf anymore—it was about who could outplay the other in this little war of wits and flirtation. You were no longer just the caddy who took their drink orders. You were the one he couldn't take his eyes off, the one who kept him coming back for more, the one who made him lose his focus.

You cruised the course in your golf cart and rolled up to their hole with a cooler of drinks, wearing your best smile and the kind of confidence that only came from knowing you looked damn good in your caddy outfit. 

“Hey, fellas, what can I get ya?” you asked, leaning against the cart just a little too casually.

Topper shot you a wink. “You’re lookin’ good today, as always. You keepin’ cool?”

You flashed Topper a playful smile, your eyes moving over to Rafe, who was already watching you with that familiar, smirking intensity. You could feel the heat radiating off the sun and the way his gaze burned through you like he was trying to figure you out all over again.

"Of course," you replied, voice light but knowing, "Just staying hydrated.”

You could see Rafe shift in his stance, fingers gripping his club a little too tight. 

“Anything for you, Rafe?” you asked, leaning in just a little closer, giving him a chance to make his move. The way he swallowed told you everything you needed to know. He wanted you to get closer. You were close enough to hear the faint rustle of his shirt as he adjusted his position, his eyes never leaving yours.

His voice was low, just a hint of that cocky edge he always wore. “I’ll take whatever you’re offering, sweetheart,” he said, his lips curling into a grin that could melt steel.

You felt a thrill race down your spine at his words. He was playing with fire, but so were you. "Hmm, are you sure about that? You don’t even know what I’m offering yet." You let your words hang in the air, teasing and suggestive, watching as his gaze sharpened with interest.

Kelce, trying to break the tension, let out a loud laugh. “Easy, man, you’re gonna get burned if you keep looking at her like that.” But you could see the amusement in his eyes—he knew exactly what was going on, just like Topper did. They were both enjoying this little game between you two, almost as much as you were.

You grabbed a cold bottle from the cooler, popping the top and handing it to Rafe with a soft brush of your fingers against his. The touch wasn’t accidental—of course it wasn’t—and you saw the way his expression faltered for just a second, his eyes momentarily glazed.

“Thanks,” he said, voice a little rougher than before. You could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but the slight tremor in his hand as he took the bottle told you everything you needed to know.

“You’re welcome,” you said, your voice as sweet as honey. You knew how to keep him hooked, just enough to make sure he came back for more. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Rafe didn’t say anything right away, but you could see the wheels turning in his head. He wanted more. And you were going to make him work for it.

As you turned to head back to your cart, you caught a glimpse of Rafe out of the corner of your eye. His eyes were on you again, tracking your every move, as if he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

You could hear Rafe’s voice behind you, a little louder now, the cocky edge back in full force. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a caddy quite like you,” he called out, making sure you heard every word.

You smirked to yourself, knowing this little game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

"Well, Rafe, you haven't seen anything yet," you said, your smirk growing wider. You were in control now. 

As your shift comes to a close, the sun is dipping lower, and you’re unpacking up the cooler and gathering your things. The day’s teasing Rafe lingers in your mind, and just as you start heading toward the parking lot, you hear footsteps behind you.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice calls out, a little breathless, as if he’s been waiting for the right moment. You turn to find him standing just a few feet away, his usual cocky grin now replaced with something more serious. His eyes are on you, and there's a spark of something more intense than before.

You raise an eyebrow, "What’s up, Rafe?"

He steps closer, that familiar edge of flirtation back in his voice but mixed with a challenge. “You know, you’ve been teasing me all day,” he says, his eyes scanning your outfit—your skirt, specifically. “The way you’ve been bending over, the way you’ve been looking at me, making sure I notice you... you don’t think I’m gonna let you get away with that, do you?”

Your heart races a little at his boldness, but you keep your composure. "What are you gonna do about it, Rafe?" you reply, your voice smooth and knowing.

He smirks, stepping even closer, not quite touching you, but close enough that you can feel the heat from his body. “I’m challenging you to a game of mini-golf. One-on-one. The winner gets... whatever they want.”

He lets the implication hang in the air, making sure you understand exactly what he means.

You lean back, arms crossed, giving him a playful smirk. “Oh really?” you ask, cocking your head.

His smile widens, clearly amused by your response. “Really. If you win I’ll give you exactly what you want, sweetheart,” he says, drawing the word sweetheart out in a way that feels both daring and intimate. "No limits. No hesitation."

A flicker of excitement sparks in you at the thought of what you might be able to ask for. You keep your gaze locked on his, the challenge now fully in motion.

“Well,” you reply slowly, “I’m game. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—I'm not here to lose.”

Rafe chuckles, the sound low and teasing. “Neither am I.”

The two of you head to the mini-golf course, the playful competition already beginning as you both tease each other during the game. As you play, you keep it lighthearted, but the tension is undeniable. Every time you sink a tricky shot, Rafe can’t help but throw out a compliment or a flirtatious comment.

“Nice shot. You’re good at this,” he remarks, a little breathless. His eyes flick to your lips and back to your eyes, making it clear he’s enjoying the game in more ways than one. “But I am still ahead.”

You flash him a mischievous grin, the challenge now fully alive in the air between you two. “Not for long,” you reply, voice low and confident. “I’ll be taking my prize, Rafe.”

He leans against his club for a moment, letting his gaze linger on you, clearly amused by your confidence. “You really think you can win? Just like that?” He smirks, crossing his arms and watching you line up your next shot. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to beat me.”

You could feel the words almost slipping from his lips, and for a moment, his usual cocky tone wavers, just enough to make you want to push him a little further. "We'll see about that," you murmur, eyes glinting with a teasing challenge.

As you approach your ball, you notice Rafe watching you intently, his focus not entirely on the game anymore. You take your time lining up the perfect shot, deliberately slow, making sure he sees every movement you make. His gaze never leaves you, his lips curling into an amused smile as his eyes flick to your legs and then back to your face.

"Taking your sweet time, huh?" he calls out, his voice hushed but playful like he’s caught in the trap of wanting to see you win just to keep the tension alive. "You really think I’ll let you catch up?"

You glance at him with a raised brow, your lips curling into a sly smile. "I don’t need much time, Rafe. I’m just setting up for the best part.” Without missing a beat, you sink the ball into the hole with ease. "Boom. Another point for me."

Rafe lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Alright, alright,” he grins, his fingers lightly tapping the side of his club, the competitive fire in his eyes flickering. “Guess you’re not as bad as I thought.”

You roll your shoulders back, stepping up for the next hole. “Not bad? You’ve got a lot to learn, Rafe. I’m only just warming up.”

He watches you carefully, his smile tightening into something more focused. “I don’t know,” he says with an exaggerated shrug, “I think you’ve already given me a run for my money.”

You sink another shot, this one a little trickier, and his reaction is immediate. “Damn, you’re really making this interesting,” he says, voice tinged with admiration. “But even if you keep hitting shots like that, I’m still in the lead. That’s gotta sting, huh?”

You feign a frown, giving him a playful pout as you walk over to the next hole. “You think I’m worried?” you ask with mock disbelief. 

He chuckles, but there’s something deeper in his eyes now, a mix of desire and challenge that only makes you more determined. He leans in just a little, his voice taking on a teasing edge. “What’s your plan, sweetheart? You gonna keep bending over like that to distract me?” He smirks, a glint of mischief flashing in his gaze. “Because if that’s the case, we might as well forget about the game.”

You meet his eyes, the playful banter now thick with something more, something that makes the game feel secondary. A rush of heat runs through you, but you don’t let it show—at least, not completely.

"Wouldn’t want to give you too much of an advantage," you reply, keeping the teasing tone, but with a challenge of your own. "But if you’re that easily distracted, I might just take advantage of it."

He leans closer, almost as if daring you to make the next move. “Don’t play with me, babe. You’ve got my attention now.”

You smile, holding his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, feeling the tension between you two stretch to its limit. “Guess you’ll have to keep your focus, Rafe. The game’s still not over.”

His lips curl into a devilish grin, and it’s clear he’s not backing down. “We’ll see who’s got the focus in the end.”

You both continue through the course, the back-and-forth banter growing more heated with each hole. 

As you both line up for the final shot, the air between you two is thick with tension. He looks at you, not quite smiling anymore, his gaze intense and challenging.

“You ready for this?” he asks, voice steady, but you can hear the underlying hint of something more, something deeper.

You nod, matching his intensity with your own. “I’ve been ready all along, Rafe.”

As the last shot looms, you both line up for the final hole. You take your shot first, the ball rolling just a little too far off course to make it. A sigh escapes your lips, a mock-frustrated sound, but your eyes are still locked on Rafe.

“Guess it’s your turn,” you say, voice dripping with playful submission. "Good luck, Rafe."

He steps up with a cocky smile, rolling his shoulders as he lines up the ball. "Don’t worry, babe," he says, his voice casual but confident. "This one’s in the bag."

With a swift, smooth swing, Rafe sinks the ball in one clean shot. He throws his club aside, his gaze turning to you immediately, almost predatory.

“Well, looks like I win,” he says, his smirk deepening. "And since you promised me whatever I want…"

You stand there, the anticipation making your pulse race, every fiber of your being drawn to him. You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you know what you want, Rafe?" you ask, voice teasing but also giving him full control of the moment.

He takes a step closer, the tension between you two crackling. “I’ve known what I’ve wanted for a while,” he says, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. “I just didn’t think you’d make it this difficult to get it.”

A shiver of excitement and something else – something more primal – shoots through you at the way he’s looking at you. It’s all heat, a pull between you both that’s undeniable.

"You’re really making me work for this, huh?" he says, his voice dropping into something darker, more insistent.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want, Rafe. You just have to say it," you murmur, your voice dropping to match his intensity, every word laced with a quiet promise.

Rafe’s eyes flicker over you with that knowing, predatory smile, his gaze never wavering from yours. “Let’s go,” he smirks, his hand wrapping around yours as he pulls you toward his truck.

The drive is a blur, his hand never straying far from you. Every touch, every glance, sends sparks coursing through your skin, making it impossible to ignore the heat that’s been building between you two all night. 

He parks the truck, the engine still humming in the silence between you, and when he turns to face you, it feels like the world stops. His gaze is heated, and intense, and you know, without a doubt, that what’s next is inevitable.

But before either of you can make a move, you share a lingering look—a quiet acknowledgment that the night, in all its anticipation, has only just begun.

I don’t know how I feel about this one you guys lmk what you think??

[xiepheer]

You know i really wanted to know how or why did the Beast's adopted little Y/N for like did they wanted to have a child of their own or something but now that i think about It what type of cookie Y/N would be as well as their power would be like If they were in crk and what do you think their voice would sound like?

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Hello everyone! Just to say that like always, I've been busy! So much homeworkkkk!

Also btwww I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long!

I don't usually have the motivation to write!

I also have a tiktok acc where I feel more motivated in making videos instead of writing! 😭

Anyways here's my tiktok: HelixiaLoves

I make crk content!

I hope u understand that I feel more motivated in making videos rather than writing 😭🙏

Anyways ENJOY!

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Mystic Flour cookie

When she first found you, you were a small filly at the side of the road.

She thought to herself:

"Who would've abandoned their own responsibility?"

So she took you in.

She didn't want another young cookie to end up like her.

Abandoned by their own creators.

So she decided to take you in and call herself your mother.

She took care of you.

Raised you.

When she was sealed, she just knew she could count on Cloud Haetae for taking care of you.

You were 6 when you watched your beloved mother get sealed but you didn't know why.

Why did they see your own beloved mother a threat?

Sure she has the ability to turn cookies into flour but wasn't she supposed to fufil cookie's wishes?

To be worshipped because they get their wishes fulfilled?

That was what you were questioning until you grew up to find out what destruction she has caused in the Earthbread.

When you find out, you couldn't help but think about why she did that to your called home, Earthbread.

To cause destruction in the very land you and her was raised in.

When she was released, she doesn't understand why you were distancing from you.

Until she finds out why.

You, were scared she'll turn you into flour.

"Oh dear child? Why must you fear the very cookie that had raised you and given you all your needs?"

She asked.

She hadn't smiled in so long and she thought she would've when she could finally see the sprout she helped to grow.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what child?"

"That your deepest desires is to turn this world into nothing but Flour?"

"It is not my desire. It is not what I thought before."

"What do you mean..."

"Cookies have become too greedy. There must be one cookie to put them back in place. And that is my one and only mission to do."

"That's not what you said before."

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Burning Spice cookie

Burning Spice cookie never actually wanted a child.

He only did so to prove the other beasts that he can train any cookies to destroy.

Well he didn't fail and failed at the same time.

Burning Spice cookie doesn't even know how to take care of a kid so he left you to his generals.

You grew up to learn how to fight and be strong but you didn't know that you and him aren't actually biological father and daughter/son.

It's quite obvious how he's willing to destroy everything, no matter how small or big, he'd destroy.

But you, you'd fight and destroy if you were willing to.

But you couldn't stand the chance to fight a weak cookie.

It was like the state you were found in back then.

Weak and small.

And now, you are strong and powerful.

Powerful like your 'Father'.

When he got sealed, the generals has to depend on you for the kingdom.

So you took over.

The generals didn't understand why you stop destroying and was not like your 'Father'. (Plot twist, they didn't know you're not his actual father as well)

And you told them,

"Not Always we have to destroy. We could put these weaklings into great use in the kingdom."

You spoke.

The generals wasn't used to training a lot of weak ones.

Typically, they're used to training upper ranks rather than weak untrained ones.

When your father returned, he didn't expect the kingdom to be like this.

The once most feared kingdom now being crowded with weak cookies he has never seen before.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

That scared everyone.

Everyone including you.

"Father, I thought that I could recruit more cookies for the Kingdom's reputation!"

"REPUTATION?! ALL I EVER ASLED YOU IS TO WATCH OVER!"

"Yes indeed but wouldn't it be great for more cookies to fight for you?"

"Fight me? AHAHAH yes I would love that."

"What no..."

"What a great choice you chose! Now show me! "

"What has destruction bring you..."

You are quite tired of your father's destruction sometimes.

But you didn't understood why he would love to destroy everything.

And that is when and elder told you the truth.

The Herald of Change, once a great and powerful hero and ruler, now corrupted for seeing the same cycle over and over again that he has to break the cycle to make a new one.

You felt sad at his origin. Seeing everything be born and wither away again and again surely would drive you crazy like him.

But you still think that destruction would not be the answer.

So when you told him that confidently, he scoffed.

"And what do you know little one? Surely there'll be a day that you too will wither away like the others."

"Destruction isn't always the answer to everything. It's the natural apart of life."

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Shadow Milk cookie

When he first found you, no.

He created you.

Created you supposedly for shits and giggles and because he doesn't know what to do that day.

But ever since you were created, you were supposed to be another mindless puppet until you started acting like your own.

A puppet that has its own mind like a regular cookie was something he would never throw away like the others.

And though he still thought about you throwing away when you get useless, something inside him amde him not to.

It made him feel the need to protect something fragile like he used to.

Back he was sage, he never actually experienced a childhood.

He was baked into the world knowing everything.

When you grew up, you had his personality.

Probably because you were made by his own hands.

You and his minions got along well.

Most of the time.

Candy Apple cookie wasn't at first.

But she grew fond with you and started acting like you're her little sister.

Black Sapphire Cookie is the older brother that would always try to help you and ditch you at the same time.

There was a time where he ditched you in the middle of the woods but still went and brought you back.

Shadow Milk cookie made you watch his shows and make you rate them.

He would also teach you and make you watch as he destroys parts of Earthbread.

He had a slight hope that you would have his powers so he could as well teach you how to be just like him.

When he got sealed, he just knew he has to depend on his minions.

You and his minions went through disguises.

In different kingdoms but in disguises. You hav decided to keep your identity a secret for now.

When he got released, he was pleased to see that you've grown up to be almost like him.

Almost.

You like jokes like him, always taking thigns not seriously until you decide to.

But there's one thing that's not in common.

He likes destruction but you don't.

Why?

Because you saw how Earthbread was.

A peaceful world if you do not disturb the peace.

But yet, a question lingers in your head.

"Why do you want to destroy Earthbread? Aren't you supposed to protect it?"

You asked him.

He looked at you, quite surprised that you even thought of the question but soon it turned into a grin.

"Well you see tiny sprout of mine, we all need drama in our lives!"

"That doesn't explain why you still have to destroy."

"My point is that life is boring without a little drama in it!"

"Destroying and controlling isn't drama"

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FINISHED GUYS! HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE THIS ONE!

i was just scrolling through my requests and I found this one intriguing!

Anyways this took me an hour and a half I hope u like this!

Also the type of cookie and the power the reader (you) has here is depending on you!

USE YOUR IMAGINATIONNNN!

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hi.

Warnings: Copious amounts of fluff.

Bucky Barnes just wanted a quiet morning.

The café on the corner of Brooklyn’s Montague Street was one of the few places he could sit and just be. No one stared, no one whispered, and most importantly - no one recognized him. A small mercy in a world still debating whether the Winter Soldier was a war hero or a war crime waiting to happen.

So, there he was, sitting in the corner, nursing a black coffee that had long since gone cold, lost in his thoughts.

And then, a tiny human plopped into the chair opposite him.

Bucky blinked. The kid couldn’t have been more than three, maybe four. He had an head full of dark hair and big, inquisitive eyes, the kind of expressive face that hadn’t yet learned the art of masking emotions.

“Hi,” the kid said, swinging his legs under the table.

Bucky glanced around. Surely, this tiny person had an owner? But there was no frantic adult in sight.

“…Hi?” Bucky tried.

The kid squinted at him. “You look sad.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

“Uh-huh. My mommy says people who look sad need cookies.”

Bucky huffed out a short laugh. “Smart lady.”

“She is smart,” the boy agreed, nodding solemnly. Then he pointed to Bucky’s metal hand, which was resting on the table. “What’s that?”

Bucky tensed. He wasn’t exactly in the habit of letting people, let alone kids, gawk at the thing Hydra had left him with. But the boy just stared, curiosity untainted by fear.

“It’s my arm,” Bucky answered simply.

“Why’s it all shiny?”

Bucky glanced down at the vibranium limb. “It’s… special.”

The kid considered this, then, as if arriving at a grand conclusion, nodded. “Like Iron Man.”

Bucky fought the urge to grimace. “Not exactly.”

“I like Iron Man.”

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered. “Lot of people do.”

The kid leaned forward, whispering like it was a secret. “I like Captain America more.”

Bucky smirked. “Good choice.”

The kid beamed, clearly pleased with himself. “I’m Leo.”

Bucky hesitated before answering, but there was something about the unwavering trust in Leo’s eyes that made him cave. “Bucky.”

Leo’s face scrunched up in deep concentration. “That’s a funny name.”

Bucky snorted. “Yeah, well, I was born a long time ago.”

Leo’s eyes went wide. “How long? Are you a grandpa?!”

Bucky choked on his coffee.

Before he could respond, a frantic voice called out, “Leo?!”

Bucky turned just as a woman - young, maybe early twenties - came rushing over, looking half panicked and half relieved. She had the same dark hair as the kid, her cheeks flushed as she scooped Leo up.

“There you are! You can’t just run off like that, baby.”

Leo giggled, unfazed. “Was talkin’ to Bucky.”

The woman finally looked at Bucky, and he swore his brain short-circuited for a second. She was stunning.

“Uh - sorry,” she said, adjusting Leo on her hip. “He does this. Just picks people and befriends them.”

Bucky shrugged. “He’s got good taste.”

She exhaled, rubbing her forehead. “I was about to call in an Amber Alert.”

Leo patted her cheek. “It’s okay, Mommy. Bucky’s nice.”

Her expression softened as she looked at Bucky again. “Thanks for not..uh, being a serial killer, I guess?”

Bucky chuckled. “No problem.”

She hesitated, then smiled. “I’m Y/N.”

Bucky didn’t know what possessed him, but he held out his hand. She shook it, her palm warm against his.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, feeling a strange warmth spread through his chest. “Your son’s got a good heart.”

“Yeah,” she said, her smile lingering. “He’s something else.” Their eyes met and held for a beat too long. The air between them crackled with something unspoken.

“Well, we should probably let you get back to your - whatever you were doing,” she said, her voice a little shaky. Bucky nodded, his hand still hovering in the space where their palms had met. “Yeah, I should go.”

But he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not yet. “Do you come here often?” she asked, breaking the silence. Bucky shrugged. “I come and go. Try to keep to myself mostly.”

Leo squirmed in her arms. “Can we sit with Bucky, Mommy? Pleeeease?” Y/N bit her lip, looking torn. “I don’t want to bother you. I know you probably—“

“It’s fine,” he said, surprising himself. “Stay. I don’t bite. Unless it’s necessary.”

Leo giggled at his joke, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. The sound was like music to Bucky’s ears - sweet, genuine, and not bothered by the horrors of the world. He found himself smiling back at them, feeling something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. They sat down, Y/N ordering a mint tea and Leo getting a chocolate milkshake.

Leo chattered away, asking questions about everything from Bucky’s favorite color (which was, apparently, blue) to what he did for fun (which was, admittedly, not much). Y/N listened, sipping her tea, her eyes never leaving Bucky’s face. He found himself opening up, telling them about the old movies he liked and the books he read in his solitary apartment. It was a simple conversation, but it felt like a lifeline in a sea of chaos. As the minutes ticked by, Bucky realized that for the first time in a while, he didn’t feel like a ghost of the past, haunting the present. He felt alive. Human. Y/N’s eyes searched his, and he wondered if she saw the same thing he did - the potential for something more.

But the moment was fleeting. The café door slammed open, and a gust of wind sent the napkins flying. A group of teenagers piled in, one of them wearing a Captain America T-shirt. Leo squealed with excitement, pointing and asking if Bucky knew the man on the shirt. Bucky’s smile faded.

He was the Winter Soldier again, a relic of a bygone era, a legend come to life. But here, in this café with Leo and Y/N, he was just Bucky. A man with a story, a history, and a metal arm. The weight of his past suddenly seemed a little less burdensome under the lightness of their company.

Leo’s questions didn’t stop, and Bucky found himself enjoying the simplicity of them. They were a stark contrast to the complex interrogations he often faced from S.H.I.E.L.D. and his own inner demons. The kid’s enthusiasm was contagious, and soon enough, Y/N was joining in, her laughter binding up his soul.

The teenagers at the counter caught sight of them and whispered among themselves. Bucky’s eyes narrowed, anticipating the usual reaction of fear or suspicion.

But Y/N didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice low. “You knew Captain America, didn’t you?” she asked, a spark of mischief in her eyes.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, his pulse spiking. How did she—? But before he could protest, she was already playing along, turning to Leo with a conspiratorial wink. “You know, I think Bucky here might be able to tell us some stories about Captain America that aren’t in the comics. What do you say, Bucky? Can you tell us a secret?” Her eyes met Bucky’s, almost non-verbally communicating that he could just make something up to humor Leo.

He took a deep breath, feeling a twinge of something that felt suspiciously like hope. He could do this. He could be part of a normal conversation, share a piece of himself without the burden of his past weighing him down. “Well, Leo, Cap and I used to have a secret handshake, but I can’t tell you that. It’s top secret, you know?”

Leo’s eyes went wide with excitement. “That’s so cool!”

The teenagers’ whispers grew louder, and Bucky felt their gazes boring into him. He was about to stand up, to leave this false sense of belonging behind when Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder. Her touch was gentle, reassuring. “They’re just being nosy, Hun.” The name slipped out like a habit, being used to handing out affection.

Bucky nodded, his heart rate slow.ing. He took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee and told them a fabricated story about him and Captain America stopping a pie thief. Y/N’s laughter was the sweetest sound he had heard in a long time, and Leo’s eyes sparkled with wonder.

Leo leaned in, his small hand reaching for Bucky’s metal one. “Can you tell me another real story?” Bucky’s chest tightened, his mind racing through a lifetime of memories, some too painful, others too classified.

But then, a memory of Steve, of them as kids, sneaking into a carnival after hours to ride the Ferris wheel, slipped through the cracks of his guarded psyche. He told Leo about that night, about the taste of illicit cotton candy and the way Steve’s laughter had echoed through the deserted park. He talked about the stars above them, so numerous it was like they were part of a constellation themselves.

Y/N’s hand didn’t leave his shoulder, and her grip tightened slightly as he spoke, as if she could feel the weight of his memories. Her eyes searched his, filled with a soft understanding that Bucky hadn’t expected. It was a look that didn’t demand explanations, didn’t ask for anything but to listen.

Leo’s eyes grew sleepy as the story wound down, his head drooping onto Y/N’s shoulder. She whispered something into his ear, and his eyes fluttered closed. Carefully, she placed him into the stroller she had left by the side of the table, his chubby cheek resting against the plush padding.

“Thank you, Bucky,” she said softly, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to seep into his bones. “That was… really nice. He loves superheroes - says he wants to be one when he’s older.”

Bucky’s throat tightened. The thought of Leo, with all his innocence and wonder, growing up in a world that could so easily shatter his dreams, was too much to bear. He swallowed hard. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the café a gentle backdrop to their shared quiet. Then Y/N spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think we’re gonna head off. Can I, uh…give you my number? Or something.”

Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. “Why?”

Y/N shrugged, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. “Oh, I..sorry…”

Bucky stilled, his mind racing with possibilities. It had been a long time since someone had offered him something other than suspicion or pity. “Why not?” He found himself saying. Y/N’s smile grew back, and she pulled out a napkin, scribbling her number with a pen she produced from her pocket.

“Call me if you ever need anything,” she said, passing it to him. “Or if you just want to…tell us more stories?”

Bucky took the napkin, feeling the warmth of her hand as it left his. He glanced at the number, then back at her. “Thanks. I’ll keep it safe.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes holding his for a moment longer before she stood, gently rocking the sleeping Leo in his stroller. She reached for her purse to pay for the drinks and Bucky stopped her hand.

She smiled. “See ya around, Bucky.”

Bucky watched them leave, his hand lingering on the napkin. He didn’t know what had just happened, but it felt significant.

As he sat there, the café's chatter washed over him like a comforting blanket, the aroma of freshly baked muffins and the clinking of spoons against porcelain mugs grounding him in the present. He hadn’t felt this at ease in years. Maybe it was Leo’s unbridled enthusiasm or Y/N’s easy acceptance that had allowed him to breathe again.

He took out his phone and sent a quick text to Sam, his newfound friend and the man who had taken over the mantle of Captain America.

He didn’t go into details, just a simple message: “I think I just met the woman I want to marry.”

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Hope you enjoyed this little thought of mine! ☺️

[cryptid-killjoy]

"I don't doubt you." He didn't either. He wasn't flattering her genius. He believed every word.

She couldn't regret it if she was dead?

"To looking at things from other perspectives then."

He laughed because he wasn't stopping. His goal was up.

"No regrets."

Then she actually confronted him on why he bothers to call her hot while also pointing out that she didn't seem to think he was some perve like the clients at the kitty club. It wasn't something he thought he'd be questioned about much less ever be told in combination of such opposite sentiment. He'd have been more ready for being called a perve and to just stop talking like that. He was a straight up guy, but how far was he going to go with that one? "Pft. But I mean. Gnnngh. I don't know though. Because you let me. Because it's true. Or I don't know. Because you pft. Because you haven't told me not to. And... uh...."

But this and uh lingered as he reached for the next secure holding on the tree. He let the conversation die away and let that and uh never be finished. Whatever Dale's thoughts were had remained his own as he climbed.

Scout's hair was brought into the scope, "Something about she likes it that way. I don't know." Total brother answer. Not that deep.

By the time they were up on the tree platform and in the hut, it all might have been a lost conversation all together as they went into investigating the treasures of long-lost past.

GoGo might not have had any sense of nostalgia, but Dale was trying to paint for her from up there. He was hoping she'd be able to feel a vision of a place she'd never been better if she stepped into his memories. All he had was his memories and a few weather-worn trinkets, but it felt like a lost world in the palm of his hands with that map, the gems, and the lone hut high above the zombie forest with his numb body and extreme buzz on. He was as high on nostalgia as his face was numb and he could barely feel his face at all. He continued pursuing his own bottle.

"Definitely a born leader. She even sucked at following a game of Simon Says. I remember her asking 'Who is Simon to tell me what to do?' and telling her that's just how you play the game went over her head. She would act like it was the dumbest game on the planet. She was probably right."

Scout was indeed fine. She'd fallen asleep by this time and Dale's suspicions were correct. This was his moment. The map was all his for just a little while. No shared sight from the other siblings anyhow were watching.

"Teabag? Burn?" He pictured the concept with a little laugh at the two words that came out of his mouth at the same time. "Woah. No. Not me. That sounds cool though. I like that. Never heard of it."

Suddenly, Dale was getting ideas for the homemade Christmas presents. He usually recruited his more creative siblings to help him. But he was grinning something awful believing he finally got the Christmas idea first. FINALLY. GoGo just inspired him.

"You have to show me. I want to learn to do that. Can we meet at night to show me?"

Dale had asked her to help him with gifting before and kept making her do things in odd ways or at night when the others were sleeping so it'd still be a surprise while the magic windows were dark. She didn't question his odd requests the first time. So, he didn't think twice about asking again.

It did start to feel as if they were settling in. The alcohol had taken complete hold and sounds of the swamp were as relaxing as leaning against one another staring at all the names on the wall. GoGo's name fit right in. To Dale it seemed to blend like it'd been there all along especially with how the old marker wasn't the brightest even though the moisture got the color bleeding again. It worked. It was new, but it almost seemed aged. Her name fit just right.

He held up his phone and snapped a pic since his siblings were sleeping. He didn't want them to miss something that special. The rest of the feeling he didn't mind having privately when GoGo settled back in. It also felt just right right now. He felt so comfortable. He felt so good. Exhausted good. Buzzed good. Drunk good actually. Nostalgic good. Serotonin good. Halloween good. Shirtless good. He was enjoying the closeness and that's why private was good. It wasn't like when his cousin Ellie slept over and closeness was just closeness. This wasn't like when his sister came curling up near him.

Dale had deeper thoughts of GoGo he knew he might should make go away. He'd felt the rejection here before. He couldn't quite hold on to that rejection recollection inside the nice warm feeling and alcohol though. The current feeling was far too alive and living its best life smiling its way through his very relaxed veins. It was such a nice private feeling Dale could coddle GoGo up in and no one else had to know. He forgot what he was going to say after the and uh earlier. And uh once I knew you weren't into me that way it was much easier to treat you like any other pervy guy would any other girl because it's fun to only talk about your looks because who gives a shit if I care about the rest anyway? But he couldn't think too deep. That wasn't Dale. He was more the sort to paint Life is Short Fuck Your Friends on public property. So, he certainly wasn't going to talk too deeply without real provocation, like for example how he spouted off at Mr. Tomago. Dale went off that day. GoGo didn't ask a simple enough question to get a real answer.

He just sort of leaned there at first, arms around her, admiring her name on the wall, attempting to keep it in focus, an obvious alcohol curve, but whatever. It felt like this wall of tired passed through him forcing his head to lean against hers all the more, harder, heavier, side-by-side. If he wasn't careful, he and GoGo were going to merge together like ghosts through a wall. As his strangely altered mind state actually started to wonder if this was possible and began to worry about how hard he was leaning on her he lifted his hands and smoothed both palms down both sides of her arms checking the boundaries of her person. This made him turn to face her. Good. Good. They were still separate. He was alive and well. After all he'd seen in this world, he didn't feel crazy to check. He truly wondered if he'd passed over in a passed-out state.

He could hear their heartbeats in the slew of other swamp noises though or maybe it was just his? He wasn't sure. He noticed his breathing next. That made him start grinning more. Yeah, he was definitely still alive. He hadn't drunk himself to death despite the empty bottle he'd nearly chugged on his own.

He faced her in that drunken state with that grin, nose-to-nose, no fear of personal space invasion. Inhibitions lost to the wind. Private, windows dark, drunken state, with the word honorary still ringing in his head. It was moments like this sensation was strange but familiar. Dale drank often. He liked the pressure of trying to feel his nose, his cheeks, which came with some difficulty, and it became its own fun game against hers. Still, he was left thinking GoGo was probably the only girl who never got an honorable mention in any competition in all her life. Too smart. She probably won every science fair. Top trophies. Blue ribbons. She wasn't the sort to need a made-up placement to feel special among the rest of the kids at school.

"Nope. Honorary's for losers. You just are one of us. You. Just. Are. You didn't need the wall for that. It's something you feel."

There was a little pause, more grinning, some laughing.

"Like feeling there's no way I'm climbing down this tree again till I'm sober if I want to live through it. But you're going to get a real special experience here. Oh yeah. Swamp sunrise from the skies. We get the best view up here. If you wanted to visit here, this was going to be the best place to be."

“I’m sure that I can learn how to become faster than him,” Go-Go said, her tone serious. She was already thinking, she would have to watch, learn his secrets, learn how to travel the world in one night. If it meant using magical doors, well, teleportation wasn’t nearly as much fun as going fast but it was something interesting nonetheless. “We’ll bind him.”

She did go back to the car and dig out the bottle of expensive alcohol. If it wasn’t exactly for times like this, then what was it for? She didn’t have any pockets within the slinky dress, so she had to put it down into the cleavage, and hope that the dress was tight enough to keep it there. She didn’t really have the tits to keep it there that way.

She would then take the grips. She wasn’t cocky enough to think that she knew more about climbing than he did, this was entirely his territory. So monkey see, monkey do, in this case. She then tied the rope around her waist, double knotting it securely.

She looked up and she wasn’t intimidated. Perhaps that was already the drink in her. Her brain was starting to calculate the height, and her weight to figure out the velocity that she would get if she fell from such dizzying heights. “If I were to fall, I would die regardless, and I can’t regret something if I’m dead.”

That was as close to a ‘let’s start climbing’ as she was going to say.

“Why do you do it, anyway?” She asked, double checking the knot. She meant call her hot. “I know you’re not like the pervs who do it at work, so what’s your reasoning?”

She wasn’t as rough-and-tumble as Dale, so even though he was more hurt than she was, she was slower. Being a bit more careful with the steps, following Dale’s instructions, blowing the long, straight hair out of her face every single time it got into her way. “I’m getting why Scout keeps hers short all the time now,” She said. Adventurous shit like this. No wonder Lara Croft wears hers back.

Her name was suiting her right now, since she didn’t pause for a second. It was like rock-climbing. Vertigo, sure, but you stop for a second and your brain starts to work too hard. Something like this was more instinctual. There was a pattern to everything, to the way that they climbed, and she tuned into it, grabbing up to balance herself before she even knew that there was something there to grab onto.

And then they made it.

She was slightly out of breath, climbing up with her elbows, before pulling herself up all the way. Before even looking at the view, she made sure that it was sweat dripping down her chest and not the expensive alcohol. Still secure. Just sweat. All good there.

“Yeah, I’m good,” She said, taking the alcohol out and fanned herself, catching her breath before she took in what was left of the view. It probably was a lot better when there were more things to look at but - it was still a really nice plot of land from the looks of things.

Then she ventured inside, ducking her head to look around at what had been a once-beloved treehouse. She was, like usual around the Laveaus, from the outside looking in. She had no memories here. No sense of nostalgia. But it was interesting watching Dale go through those feelings. Perhaps it was the pain, or the pills, or the alcohol, but his face didn’t seem as guarded as usual.

It was also insane how many gemstones were just sitting around up here, untouched. Thousands of dollars, no doubt.

She took a seat on the ground, the thin dress not being much of a cushion against the hard, cold wood but it was better than exerting more energy standing up. Her eyes watched Dale with interest as he went through the old things.

Seeing the beheaded ballerina made her laugh. “Yeah, that’s definitely Scout’s,” She agreed, taking the ballerina from Dale’s hand, running it through her fingers. It looked a lot like one that she had when she was younger. Almost every girl had one of those jewellery boxes, it seems. Go-Go’s had just become a place to store batteries since she wasn’t really into accessories. They slowed her down. Rings were heavy, necklaces got in the way.

The signatures were definitely fun. Imagining a young Piper being bossy enough to command everyone to not fight when she was around. It made sense, not wanting that kind of energy when you finally got to be around your family. It made Go-Go feel an ache inside of her heart. Family. A notion she gave up on.

“Born to rule, wasn’t she?” Go-Go chuckled. “Sounded like she already had all of you under her thumb.”

Her fingers kept playing with the ballerina, running it between them, fidgiting with it, feeling the nub where the head was once attached. Doing that made it feel like Scout was here, somehow. She hoped Scout was doing alright, and of course she was, she was with her parents, right where she wanted to be.

She looked at the map and smiled at the childish handwriting, the scribbles that made out a map, only if you really knew what it was supposed to be. “Did you guys ever do that thing where you run a wet teabag on it, and burn the edges to make it look like a really old map?”

Father running away for a while - that tracked from what she had heard about Jetsam. Meeting him tonight had been like a psychology study for a little while. From the eyeballs to the strange way that he complimented people, absolutely fascinating.

She leaned her head slightly on Dale’s shoulder, making herself comfortable. With how much effort it took to climb, they were probably going to be up here for a while, and the night was beginning to take it’s toll. She’d spent most of the day getting ready for this damn party last night, and now they were inching closer to sunrise.

“It’s … a really peaceful sound. I always figured the swamps would be crazy noisy.”

We accept her, one of us. We accept her, one of us. Gooble Gobble Gooble Gobble, We Accept Her, We Accept Her.

“Yeah?” She asked, taking a drink from the bottle, and then hissed and grimaced as it still burned. She wasn’t used to it yet. Then she let out a breath and nodded, taking the marker. “Let’s do it then.”

She moved herself over, onto her hands and knees, and signed the wall with her signature.

“Cool, I’m even more of an honorary Laveau now,” She said, settling back in.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

I finished reading The Neon Void a while ago and it’s honestly became its own hyperfixation to me now!

And I’ve finally found the confidence too ask a question! >:D

How much does Senior Hueso know about what happened? Does he even know Leo is alive yet and what would be his reaction too finding out? :3

I can just imagine the turtles walking into the place with Leo, and Hueso turning around too great them only too get jumped scared be thier presumed dead brother!

Also how would Leo do in more populated areas similar to Senior Hueso’s place Run of the Mill? Would he be nervous or none the wiser about it?

(Sorry for the random questions! I offer very old fanart I really need too redraw, as a sacrifice to the void)

I LOVE HIM WHOA WHOA!!!! Thank you so much!!

And I have a lot of thoughts on Hueso!! I like to think that after the invasion attempt, and after Hueso learns what happened... He'll be dealing with his own grief too. After all, Leo was the guy who not only helped cleared his name and got him off the Hidden City's Most Wanted list, but he was also the guy who helped him reconnect with his estranged criminal brother AND helped him with local crime bosses who threatened the peace of his restaurant.

Whether intentional or not, and while it had been a lot of trouble at the time, Leo's actions had impacted Hueso's life drastically for the better. And when he hears what Leo did... Learns that he's gone... He'll be devastated. But more importantly, Leo's brothers were beyond hurt-- and they needed help more than ever before. Hueso knows how important Leo's brothers were to him, even if it had been a passing comment at the time of one of their adventures. After the invasion attempt, Hueso becomes one of the adult figures who turns his attention towards the children who saved the world... and needed the emotional support in the aftermath.

That being said, I purposefully made nods to Hueso at the ofrenda because I love to believe he helped the boys build it. Offering what little comfort he could in giving Mikey, Raph, Donnie, and everyone else, and a means of expressing grief. I sincerely believe that after the invasion attempt, the Hamatos were more than just customers to Hueso now. He'd always give them the care they deserved whenever they visited, though that was somewhat rare after the invasion. (I also like to think he'd catch Mikey at the ofrenda at times and send him home with special pizza pies.)

Though in Rise fashion it would be absolutely comical if Leo just. Showed up one day and scared the crap out of Hueso-- but I'd think that the boys would give Hueso a heads up prior to coming. (The emotional pain of Hueso being told but not believing until he sees Leo is far more delicious to me hehe)

As for how Leo would feel in a more populated place? well. hehe. ;3c

[nightbutterfly09]

I saw this on my page, and I was like, I must deliver. This is such a good ideaaa 😭

(Im working on three different fanfics, save me TvT)

Thank you @keyhai 🩷

// I also paid attention to your comment under the post //

How cute~

When Sae arrived at his new home at thirteen the new school, the dorm building seemed huge. Heck, the whole of Spain seemed monumental compared to Kanagawa. The prefecture he knew so well. He couldn't exactly comprehend how he’d be studying, living and practicing here. 

It was hard at first. Getting to know his age group, his new teammates who were all a little older than him. Sometimes he was close to giving up. Occasionally his Spanish teacher had to consol the little boy. That old man was his only hope. The only parent-figure he could keep in touch with. 

The only person who could understand him. Without that stupid language barrier he learned to hate.

All the bullying he received as a child. Just because he is younger and japanese. He learned how cruel the world is.

Everything changed when he saw a taller girl rush across the hallway. A football and a sports bag in hand. Sae scoffed. “She must be late for practice… slacker” or so he thought.

A sense of familiarity hit him. Clueless why. He definitely hasn't seen you in school, nor at the dorms. What he did know, was that she seemed to be much older.

A week later the Re Al football teams got together to say bye to a retiring coach. Sae has learned that it's a custom to show up to the retirement party for everyone who plays in the club regardless of age, time spent there, or whether or not they knew the person in question.

For Sae Coach Emiliano said nothing. He didn't know him, nor did he hear about the old man. Ever. Each group dressed in their respective jerseys gathered around the man. Sae didn't understand how could people adore this Emiliano, if he has never ever heard his name before. Surely if he was an important figure he’d know.

“Do you want some cookies?” A girl looked down at him. Not much taller, just, maybe a tiny bit. Fine, who is he kidding. She was towering over him. 

He saw how you looked at him. It was a gentle gaze. Not one he is used to. He had no idea what you just said. He understood that you asked him if he wanted something. It was above him to know the word cookie. 

“Yo! Y/N El idiota no tiene idea de lo que estás diciendo! El es japones.” //Yo! Y/N The idiot has no idea what you're saying! He's Japanese.// A guy around your age shouted. He didn't need to understand everything to hear the mean tone in between. He was totally looking down on him. Like everyone. “Oh, sorry, then do you know english?” You smiled.

You smiled. 

Smile?

That guy just told you how he is an idiot and all that. But instead of the usual racism and downgrading, you smiled. At him.

He felt his heart skip a beat. His eyes met yours and they lingered for a while. He saw that you were getting nervous by just staring at each other so he quickly had to say something. “Not the best.. but I know more.”

“That's wonderful! Don't listen to Rodrigo, he doesn't know what he’s talking about. One time, he slammed the ball into the coach’s head- “ you laughed. “He got punished for 3 weeks straight.” 

Your laughter struck a chord within his heart. What was this feeling? He didn't mind being with you even if you were speaking way too fast. He did understand what you found funny though.

Maybe there is a hint of light within the world.

~~~~~~~~

Days passed. You two got closer. Started meeting more due to your training regimen changing. The girls team played at the same time with his team, just across from them. 

With his translator in tow they finally arrived to the court. It was time for practice to start.

His eyes occasionally drifted to the other team. You were captivating. You mainly passed the ball around. You also looked to be a midfielder. 

He hates that position. He wanted to be a striker all along. Hell, even his promise with Rin is about being a striker, but the coach thought this would suit him best. “I’ll show him, I can be a stiker if I want to, I’ll hog all the goals” or so he thought. 

But as he watched you play maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe passing it around, knowing who is in the best position is maybe more attractive than taking all the glory.

Plus, a striker has to be loved by all. Which he isn't. Or so he's told. “Sae! Coach wants you guys to watch the girls play. They have a training match in 20 minutes!” His translator informed. He nodded and went to the other court. Not that he wasn't already looking at you.

Throughout the whole match you were captivating. Not only for him but many of his teammates found themselves focusing on you.

That was how he fell in love- With the midfielder position. naturally..

~~~~~~

Days of knowing each other became weeks. Later became months. Even years. Years of staying in contact. 

Just like how silent stares, occasional greetings, shared laughs, smiles, nods at each other made your relationship somewhat questionable.

These stolen moments eventually became stolen kisses. They lasted for a moment in public, but when you started going on dates, sharing food and all of the above it all became clear to Sae.

He fell in love. With his senior.

“This is a joke Y/N” he sighed tiredly as you tried feeding him like a little boy. “Come on! Don't be a party pooper, come, say aah~” 

“I am not a child dumbass!” he scoffed and grabbed the fork. “Eat” as he nudged it towards you.

“Oh come on, you are shorter! You can't feed me!!” What logic even is that… not that it mattered. When you were with each other, making sense wasn't always important. Or so he learned.

“Just was. You live in the past mi vida” he flirted. True, as the years passed he became more attractive. You started looking at him differently. Eventually he was more than a younger student. Someone you should help and support. He became someone you could find solace in. “I do not-” but as you opened your mouth the cake found its way to it. 

It was yummy. The fruits and the cream balanced each other so well. Wasn't too sweet, but not too sour.

He saw how much you liked it and couldn't help but also take a bite. From the same fork. /Indirect kiss- your brain interrupted the moment/

“You know, I used to hate Spain. The language, the city, the people, even soccer for a while.. but maybe it's not so bad afterall.” “Think of it this way, if you weren't here, you’d never know me” you grinned. 

“True, although… sometimes I think that’d be less troublesome” “Stop being mean!!!” You whined.

He chuckled. “Come on, eat the rest of this” he said as he pushed the plate closer to you. “Only if I can feed you!” “No” “Come on! Just one bite!!” You squint your eyes in a pout.

“Fine, but only because I’ll never hear the end of it otherwise.” he blushed and sighed. 

He bit down the fork you placed to his mouth and slowly leaned back. “How cute~” he blushed. But it's whatever. Your giggle meant more to him than stupid cake. “I am not 13 anymore Y/N.” He retorted and looked down at the cake.

You took a bite from the cookie on the side. Galleta. It was pretty funny to him. You probably didn't ponder about this. Nor did you remember your first question towards him. But to him, that sentence was life changing.

…Well not the cookies, but you get the point.

Coming to Spain was worth it. The hours of studying was worth it. Interacting with others was worth it. Saying bye to his childish self, was worth it.

That's how Spanish lessons became important. How feelings crept up within him. How he learned about others. And about himself. How he fell more in love with soccer. Maybe at the end of the day, the language barrier has one tiny advantage. Maybe being “special” or out of place within a country isn't always so terrible.

The world may have changed at 13. But change, isn't always a synonym for bad.

[bimbodolllll]

Hi, could you write Mitsuya with female reader where he fall in love with her at first sight (please, make him 14-15 years, during Toman timeline)

۶ৎ Stitching Hearts Together.

۶ৎ auth: hope you like it <3

۶ৎ Summary: the first time he laid eyes on you, he fell in love.(short scenario)

۶ৎ: scenario | female reader.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Mitsuya Takashi

It was a quiet summer afternoon, and Mitsuya was making his way home after another exhausting Toman meeting. The sun hung lazily in the sky, dipping just low enough to paint the city in shades of gold and orange. His mind was still half-focused on the day’s events, thoughts swirling about Mikey, Draken, and the ever-looming chaos that seemed to follow Toman. But those thoughts came to a screeching halt the moment he saw her.

She was standing by the corner near a small fabric shop, carefully examining rolls of pastel-colored fabric. The soft breeze made her hair dance gently around her face, catching the last rays of sunlight. Her expression was one of pure focus, eyes scanning the delicate patterns as if she was searching for something specific.

Mitsuya stopped dead in his tracks.

Who… is that?

His heart skipped a beat—no, several beats. He had never seen her before, but something about her drew him in instantly. Maybe it was the way she bit her bottom lip slightly while thinking, or the way her hands delicately brushed over the fabric, as if she respected its beauty. She was different.

“Oi, Mitsuya, you good?”

The distant voice of Hakkai barely registered in his ears. Mitsuya was too lost in the moment, his lavender eyes locked onto the girl who had unknowingly stolen his breath away.

“Yeah…” he murmured absentmindedly, his gaze never leaving her.

Before he knew it, his feet were moving on their own. He found himself walking toward her, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an unfamiliar nervousness. The closer he got, the more he realized just how beautiful she was up close—her eyes gleamed with curiosity, her lips slightly parted as she examined the fabric.

“Thinking of making something?” Mitsuya asked before he could stop himself. His voice was softer than usual, almost hesitant, but it caught her attention.

She turned toward him, and that’s when it hit him hard. Her eyes met his, and Mitsuya felt his entire world tilt on its axis.

“Uh, yeah…” she replied, her voice warm and gentle. “I was looking for something soft… I’m trying to make a dress.”

Mitsuya’s heart slammed against his chest. A dress? His fingers twitched—his love for designing and sewing igniting a familiar spark. But that wasn’t what floored him. It was the way she looked at him, eyes filled with quiet determination, her passion for creating something beautiful mirroring his own.

“You… sew?” he asked, his tone filled with genuine interest.

“Kind of,” she smiled shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m still learning… I’m not that great yet.”

“Everyone starts somewhere,” Mitsuya said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I… I sew too.”

Her eyes brightened, and Mitsuya swore his heart stopped.

“Really?” she asked, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his usual calmness returning, though his heart was pounding louder than a drum. “If you want… I could help you. I mean, if you’d like…”

For a moment, she just stared at him, and Mitsuya wondered if he had said too much too soon. But then, that smile—that smile—lit up her face, and he felt like he could die happy right then and there.

“I’d like that,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

And just like that, Mitsuya knew.

He was done for.

The rest of the world faded into the background as they stood there, talking about fabrics, stitches, and ideas. Mitsuya listened intently, offering advice while she shared her dreams of making clothes that made people feel beautiful.

And with every word she spoke, he fell harder.

By the time they exchanged names and numbers, Mitsuya was already smitten. His mind raced with thoughts of her—how she smiled, how her eyes lit up when she talked about her passion.

As he walked away that evening, his heart still pounding, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

She’s perfect.

For the first time in a long while, Takashi Mitsuya wasn’t just thinking about the chaos of Toman or the weight of protecting his family.

He was thinking about her.

And deep down, he knew—this was only the beginning.

[homestuckreplay]

hey i really liked your post speculating on the kids' school lives. i havent seen a lot of people talk about what the kids lives were like pre-sburb and you mentioned having more that you hadn't written so i wanna know what you got :D

hello thank you so much! this is something I definitely want to put more thought into, I think it gives a fuller understanding of them as characters to have ideas about their 'baseline normal' pre-sburb that they're now departing from. so here's a bunch of thoughts for now, and maybe I'll do some more later :D

John – I think that Dad Egbert had a happy childhood with Nanna, and because he was so happy, he’s basically tried to replicate those steps with John, and then is confused when John doesn’t respond as well as he used to. He’s definitely tried teaching John to cook and bake, going for walks/throwing a frisbee around together near pipe lake, enrolling him in all kinds of extracurriculars, etc, but John has always found it hard to get motivation to do those things – piano lessons was the one thing he actually stuck with, probably because it was a solo activity, and he never wanted to perform or be in an orchestra. When he was young it was rare for him to get invited over to other kids’ houses for playdates, and even more rare for him to ask someone over – the number of people who have ever been inside John’s room is extremely small imo. In nursery/pre-k when the teachers were trying to teach sharing skills and collaborative play, John was over in the corner making up scenes with various action figures, dolls and stuffed animals and he did NOT want any help.

But it’s the 2000s and nobody is talking about therapy or mental health, and he’s a nice kid, he’s not causing any problems he’s just a little quiet and spacey, so nobody ever thinks to assess him for anything and he kind of flies under a lot of people’s radar. And then as he gets older, later in elementary school and going into middle school, he starts to feel a little different, lonelier, seeing for the first time the things he’s missing out on and growing too big for this imaginary world he’s constructed for himself, so then he starts trying to learn to mask and fit in, play games with the other kids at recess, but by then it’s kind of too late because he’s missed out on so much. And he always kind of gets it wrong, like if the other kids all saw idk Night at the Museum when it came out, John would be all “yeah I saw that too!” but then he goes way harder on it than everyone else does and ends up looking weird, or he tries to play basketball and he’s actually okay at running and jumping but he doesn’t know The Rules so he fouls. And so he retreats into himself again, this time a little sadder and a little more restless, because he kind of knows he wants something else, but doesn’t quite know how to get it, or why it’s not working – because he has internet friends by this point, and they’re great but feel so distant, and there’s a real part of him who wants someone other than Dad to just sit next to on the couch and watch a movie with.

Rose – Mom is a scientist and clearly super intelligent, and she taught Rose to read, write and do basic math at a younger age then usual and Rose took to it quickly, so she went into kindergarten already knowing all that stuff and she showed up Ready to Win. Like it’s a challenge, like she could do all of the kindergarten work within the first week and then she wouldn’t have to go back for the rest of the year. And she was really annoyed when it didn’t work like that, because it wasn’t fair, like why should she have to sit at a table and wait while other kids are trying to make their first letter shapes? So she feels talked down to by the academics and she isn’t interested in other areas, like art and music and sport and group activities, because she doesn’t see them as important when Clearly there is a library here. Rose absolutely begs her mom to homeschool her as a young kid and Mom eventually gives in and they try it for the third grade, but by winter they hate each other and it’s what sets their relationship down its current path of misunderstanding and is what made them so distant from each other even while living together. After that Rose had a series of private tutors and was offputting and weird enough to get all of them to quit, some accidentally and some on purpose, so then for fourth grade she just goes back to school, and she starts applying herself to things like the violin and softball even though she doesn’t actually care about them because she’s just straight up bored.

Rose was a super early adopter of video games, I think her mom got her a computer of her own when she was very young to help with learning and because Rose was VERY intense and demanding as a small child, always asking complicated questions. So she really gravitated towards video games as something that has a skill curve in a way TV and movies don’t – I’m actually not sure she’s ever seen a movie, though she has played some shitty 2000s video game adaptations of movies. She started out playing educational games like Reader Rabbit and Cluefinders and then moved to playing anything she could get her hands on from various mail order catalogs, same with books, she would leave her order forms in stamped addressed envelopes on the front doormat and Mom would take them to the post office when she went out, pre-massive internet marketplaces. And after their relationship broke down Mom stopped taking her out of the house except to school, so Rose would pull stunts like setting a tent up in the backyard and sleeping there and making a campfire for a couple days, just for enrichment. Overall I think Rose has been like 10-20% understimulated for her entire childhood and has constantly, always been looking for things to pull her up to that baseline and has never really found anything, until right now.

Dave – I think Bro might send Dave to school as one of many hazing mechanisms, in addition to however many sword fights and rooftop battles, nobody is better at bullying and social control than kids. I also think Dave spends a lot more time outside of his house than the other kids, Bro probably kicks him out if he wants to have people over / set up some saw traps / do some weird puppet stuff so Dave ends up just kinda wandering the definitely not super walkable city streets as a pretty young kid, and that’s where he gets his ability to monologue like crazy because he just has this stream of thoughts in his head constantly as he observes the world. He doesn’t have food in the house but he has some local places like a mcdonalds and a diner where he can go in and the staff are like “hey it’s kinda weird this kid has a credit card. oh well!” and they’ll let him sit with a big plate of chicken nuggets and an apple juice because they figure his home life isn’t great, and occasionally one of the staff will go up to him and ask if everything is okay and where his parents are, and he just shrugs it off and says it’s fine and then doesn’t go back there for a while. Observing other people in the city is definitely where he gets his first inspiration for comics and blog posts, since he does so much more looking at the world than participating in it.

Dave doesn’t always bother showing up for school, he kinda decides based on the day if he’s actually going to go there because obviously he thinks everyone wants to see him and, like, what are those other kids gonna do if they don’t have someone cool to guide them around? But at the same time, he struggles with routine, and even if he genuinely tries to stick to going in, a couple days a week he just finds himself getting on the wrong bus and ending up in a random part of town, and he’s never had safety drilled into him so he’ll do things like pick up roadkill off the street to preserve it in his specimen jars, or climb up the outside of a building because a cop saw him not being in school, or steal from a store just to see if he can get away with it. It’s mostly for the story – he knows he can get attention from Bro or from people at school if he can share some wild stories, but in truth nobody actually believes what he says, and even though it’s at least mostly true he just gets seen as a kid with overactive imagination. That’s a big factor in his adoption of irony, because if he’s gonna be misconstrued and not taken seriously, he wants to control the intent behind that and its effects on people as much as possible.

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❀˖° [Fluffy Flowers] for @babulejka °˖❀

Rose — What makes them realize that they're in love with you?

It's sappy, but Alexis swears that it was love at first sight. Your mysterious aura, the way you reminded him an ethereal creature from his favorite books or the way you were so beautiful, cheerful and confident. Alexis always was sure that only the sad or lonely faces can attract his attention. Oh, how wrong he was!

The moment Alexis even got a glimpse of you, he realized that he was down bad. He was deeply in love with this amazing girl who reminds him a gorgeous witch. He felt an irresistible desire to get to know you better. He wanted to approach you first, talk to you about magic and about you. Who are you? Where are you from? Do you like magic? He needed to know it!

This was the first time Alexis was so fascinated with someone. It was the first time he was in love.

Aster — Courting/flirting headcanons. How would they act around their crush?

His main love language is the acts of service. Alexis wants to be helpful to you, so he is always here whenever you need something. He also wants to spend more time with you, talk to you and get to know you better.

Alexis is enchanted with your world. When he first visited your house, he thought that he had stepped into a fairy tale. Beautiful plants were everywhere, cute animals now and then appeared while you were showing him your place, the garden you sedulously maintained attracted his attention. And all he wanted was staying here with you. Forever. Helping you with your garden, enjoying the life full of magic and adventures, being with you, ah, Alexis would sold his soul for this. And he started moving toward this goal step by step.

Whenever Alexis has time he tries to spend it with you in a subtle way. Be it a hangout at your home or something else it doesn't matter. Slowly but surely Alexis enters your life becoming your friend at first. But then he begins to have signs of attention. He asks you will you let him braid your hair. Alexis secretly practiced for a while to show you a good result. On Kaiser. And secretly from Kaiser instead of cutting his hair. But then Alexis was exposed. Nothing can be done, he started practicing on you, but the true is he's really good at it. Even elves would be envied by your beautiful braids decorated by flowers, ribbons and hairpins he gifted you.

Even if he isn't interested in this theme at all, but you like it, Alexis does his best to learn more about it. Because everything, even dull topics, became the most interesting and full of magic with you by his side.

Tulip — Confession headcanons. How would they confess to you?

Alexis had long planned to confess you but couldn't decide how. Maybe he should write a love letter for you? Or do something grand with magic and fireworks? Or confess you after the match? Oh, he was a mess. Not to mention that you may not accept his feelings, because you were an ethereal creature straight out of a fairy tale, and him... well, he was just a good football player. You're from two different worlds. There is no way you'd love him back. No, dear Alexis, this's not true.

Alexis continued to be nervous, overthinking and trying to come up with a good idea of confession. But he was not expected that it would be so easy to confess. It went much smoother and easier than he thought.

One day Alexis helped you in the garden, while you were talking about your childhood dreams. About marrying a fantasy creature, to be exact.

"If I were a fantasy creature, would you like to marry me then?", softly whispered Alexis, yet almost as if to his own self. He was so lost in thought, he even didn't realize that he spelled it out for you.

Imagine his surprise when you chuckled softly and said that you want to marry him one day, because he is the most precious fantasy creature in your life.

Lilac — What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Alexis is in love it's very obvious for others. He is open about his feelings, everyone around him just knows that you're his special, his significant other, the love of his life. Not that Alexis flaunts his love on purpose, he just can't hide his feelings. You are his and he is yours, he is not in need of someone else. His team noticed that Alexis stopped his attempts to draw Kaiser's attention. Instead, he chats with you, does video call or reads the book you recommended him. His football skills improved remarkably, he has been walking on air ever since the two of you met.

Alexis Ness in the most dedicated boyfriend ever, the most loyal too. He makes you feel like you are the only person in his life, it's pretty much true. He tends to spend time with you and you only. All his interests are your interests, he is at your mercy. His love is expressed in the desire to be close to you, to become a part of the beautiful world of love and magic you showed him, just to be yours.

Freesia — Firsts headcanons. Where/when/how was your first meeting, first date, first kiss, first time they said I love you.

♡ The first time you and Alexis met was in the book store. The both of you reached for the same fantasy book, his hand brushed yours, and Alexis quickly pulled his hand away, offering you to take this book for yourself. But you just smiled, grabbed the book from the top shelf and handed over it to Alexis.

"Are you sure?", asked him in surprise. "This is the last book in this store".

But you responded with a mysterious smile, asking him to lend you the book when he has finished reading it.

Alexis felt like you put a spell on him. He felt a wild overwhelming desire to grab your hand and never let it go. You were like a beautiful illusion, a wonderful dream, so different from the other girls, from the other people. Alexis thought you would disappear in the blink of an eye and he would never see you again.. He had to do something! He should hold on to you!

While Alexis frantically tried to figure out a way to tell you something. You asked him for his phone number, otherwise how can you get the book. Alexis opened his eyes wide.

Oh.

He thought, he fell in love with you. Right now. At this very moment. And there was no turning back.

♡ Your first date happened when Alexis met with you to give the book. It's needless to say that he was very excited to see you again. So much so that he read the book in one sitting and, plucking up courage, invited you to a cafe. Fantasy-themed cafe to be exact. It was his favorite place. And even though he was a little nervous that you may not like it, you assured him that you like this place too.

Alexis used a drink and dessert he ordered you as an excuse to spend some more time with you. And then... it was like a fairy tale. It was the first time Alexis enjoyed conversation with someone so much. You knew so many interesting things about fantasy books, about magic, about the world. You were so open, but at the same time there was a mystery about you.

"Could we... meet again and talk?", asked Alexis with hope.

Did you agree? Of course, yes.

♡ Your first kiss was on Christmas. Alexis slipped out of his house to spend this Christmas with you. Every time he hung out at your home he felt like he was in another world so different than the world of his family full of science, logic and practical way of life. They even never celebrated Christmas. Why is this necessary? They can dedicate themselves full-time to research instead of doing something futile, such as celebrating Christmas. But this year, with you, it will be different!

The two of you spent the whole day together decorating your home, building a snowman, watching your favorite Christmas movies and listening to Christmas songs you played yourself, while Alexis was sitting there watching you with the eyes full of adoration. Then you and Alexis created a puppet show, acting out your favorite fairy tales and baked the sachertorte Alexis loved so much, especially when you were the one who cooked it.

While you were cooking, Alexis helped you with serving and preparing the ingredients. After a while, you playfully handed him a spoon to taste the apricot jam. Alexis obediently accepted the sweet treat with the happiest smile.

Alexis kept holding your hand with the spoon in his, even though he already tasted the jam. He looked straight into your eyes, as if transfixed. He wanted to kiss you, but hesitated. And then, as if by magic, Alexis noticed a hanging of mistletoe right above you two. It gave hime a confidence. Alexis pulled on your hand gently, as he wrapped his other hand around your waist. Your faces were inches away from each other.

"May I?", he whispered in your lips.

You smiled and kissed him. And Alexis can swear this was the best Christmas gift he has ever gotten.

♡ The confession followed immediately after your first kiss. Alexis pressed his forehead against yours, the happy smile revealed his true feelings. "I love you", he whispered and gently rubbed his nose with you.

Forget-me-not — Their favorite memory with you?

Alexis will always remember the day the two of you saw the first snow together. The two of you hung out together. Sitting in the cozy cafe you and Alexis enjoyed each other's presence. And then the snow just started and it was a total whiteout. Alexis frowned, he never liked snow, it brought back bad memories about his squashed dreams. The dreams about Santa, about magic, about Snow Golem Servant, his family ruined it all.

What Alexis didn't expect was you offered him to make a snowman in your garden. So the two of you ended up having fun in your garden playing with the snow. Alexis spent the whole day with you enjoying the snowball fight and making a snowman. As soon as your cute snowman was completed, you suddenly started drawing magic symbols around it.

You smiled in response to his puzzled face. Your precious boyfriend always wanted to summon a snow golem, right? So why not do it right now?

Hesitating for a moment, Alexis joined you. Yes, this's his favorite memory with you.

Daffodil — Love triangle headcanons. The character who has a crush on you and how does your s/o react to their crush?

Bachira Meguru has a big crush on you even though he knows that you see him only as a friend. But he can do nothing about his feelings. He is in love, deeply in love with you since childhood.

The two of you are the childhood friends. You were absolutely in love with his mother's paintings and spent a lot of time at his place playing with Meguru and his mother. The monsters and fantastic creatures has always interested you, so you wasn't mind when Meguru mentioned his monster friend.

Your kindness, your uniqueness, your bright smile, all this made Meguru fall in love with you. More and more. Every year, his feelings only grew stronger. But unfortunately, your heart is already taken.

When it comes to Alexis, he is well aware of a crush your childhood friend has on you. And he gets jealous and anxious a little every time you hang out with Meguru, because sometimes Alexis feels that Bachira is better than him. He is bright, confident and knows you better.

But every time Alexis feels insecure, you assure him that there is only one person you love, and his name is Alexis.

Iris — What do their friends and family think about your relationship?

His family was... Let's say, very chill about your relationship at first. Why the two of you spend so much time on being lovey-dovey instead of doing something useful. But they didn't knew whom they were dealing with! As soon as they met you and talked to you a little, they changed their mind. Such a smart, talented and brave girl is worthy of joining their family. Not that you really need their blessing. Especially since you know well that they ruined your boyfriend's childhood.

His friends and teammates love you a lot! Especially Michael and his coach, Noel Noa. They love to talk to you every time you come to visit Alexis and bring his team some snacks and gifts. When it comes to your relationship, they are a little jealous because the two of you are so in love with each other. It makes Bastard Munchen feel lonely. But they still very happy that you're together, not to mention that Alexis become a better player since the two of you met.

Dahlia — Marriage headcanons. Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

♡ Alexis wants to marry you so bad, oh my God. Married life with you is his biggest dream. Yes, he wants to marry you, live together, spend the rest of his life with you, die in one day and date again in your next life. This is the dream of Alexis.

Because of you he became more confident and grew more determined. His life began to play with new colors with you by his side. So the idea of proposing you had been brewing in his mind for the longest time. But Alexis just couldn't choose the right way, the right time too. He bought you a beautiful wedding ring decorated by your favorite flowers and stones. The perfect ring for his fairy.

And the day when Alexis proposed you has finally come.

It was a pretty typical day, the two of you spent time at your home. You were excited to show him the new dolls and puppets you recently made, but Alexis looked spaced-out during the whole day. He was nervous about something and zoned out often. But when you asked him what happened, he somehow turned even more nervous and asked you if you'd like to watch the puppet show he prepared for you.

The story was about the lonely monster who was always alone, because he was different from all other members of his family. He had had no place, he was a stranger everywhere. Until he met a gorgeous witch who lived in a house with a garden. She accepted him the way he is and fell in love with him. The monster fell in love with her too, they got married and lived happily by the end of their days.

As soon as Alexis ended the story, he got on one knee and asked, "Will you be my wife?".

♡ Your marriage was held in the circle of close relatives and friends. Even though the two of you had enough money to do something very luxury and fashionable, non of you two wanted it. Instead, you and Alexis preferred to have your wedding ceremony out of doors in a beautiful garden full of flowers and plants.

The two of you didn't expect that the whole Bastard Munchen team came to congratulate you two. The most part of them came because of you, because, oh, they love you very much, even though some of them are too proud to admit it.

You spent the whole day with the people you love the most and who love you even more than you do. Alexis was happy but nervous, he couldn't believe that this beautiful fairy agreed to wed him. You in your wedding gown, walking down the aisle to him, made Alexis tear up with joy. But, you know, even tough he truly enjoyed your wedding party, he also couldn't wait for this to be over. Why? To unwrap your presents, of course. And, maybe, not only the presents.

Daylily — Do they want to have children? What would family life look like? How many children do they want?

Alexis wants to have children. He wants to have a big family with you, he wants to give his children the childhood he has always dreamed about. Not to mention that every time he sees you with children, he has a small baby fever. You're just so motherly, he can't wait to meet your and his children. Two or three would be prefect, but it depends on you, of course, and on your wishes. Especially Alexis wants to have a girl who looks like you, it'd be so cute!

Family life with Alexis would be very funny and stable. He is a pro football player, so you always have enough money. Alexis would make sure that his family is happy, enjoys their life and believes in miracles. He'd do his best to spend as much time with his family as he can, playing with his children, reading them his favorite books and devoting a lot of time to you.

Ah, Alexis wants to start this family life with you so much.

[typicalopposite]

flying lesson pt 2

part one

You’re not, um– you’re not scared I’m gonna break your heart anymore?

Not as much

And then he did it anyway…

****

Learn to be alone…

He tried to learn to be alone… But that came with avoiding the apology he knew he owed Tommy. Why? Well at first he had no idea… It was necessary and a good first step in the direction of this new lifestyle– being completely and mind numbingly alone. That was until the weird vague text; until he went to ask Tommy about it at work only to learn he had taken a rare sick day; until he ignored Athena’s orders and rushed up on that rooftop to see Tommy being shoved out of the helicopter by the barrel of a gun.

He couldn’t apologize for leading Tommy on, because he wasn’t. He couldn’t learn to be alone… because he didn’t want to be. He wanted to be with Tommy. He wanted to apologize for the hurtful words, he wanted to talk through Tommy’s insecurities, then talk about so much more that he knew needed to be talked about— but then he wanted to come out the other side stronger and most importantly, together.

Their presence on the roof had startled the gunmen enough that Tommy was able to over power the one with him. Another turned, aimed for Buck, and shot. Tommy ran, and lunged… and blocked… and the world started turning a little slower, slowing things down as if to make sure Buck had time to remember every detail of their time together. A year of discovery and happiness and misunderstandings. Of second chances and re-connections and heartbreak. A year that felt both like a lifetime and a split second and then Tommy collapsed into Buck’s arms. He looked relieved, how dare he. “You’re okay,” he said, like that was all that mattered.

What happened with the gunmen after that Buck doesn’t recall but the next thing he knew Athena was in his ear saying they were sending another helicopter to airlift Tommy to the hospital. But the hospital is close and they have a helicopter right here… “You know you still owe me those flying lessons,” Buck said–

Now every dip and jolt they make draws a pained cry from Tommy. Athena sits behind him, helping apply pressure to the gunshot wound; yelling at Buck to keep his eyes forward every time he turns to check on Tommy. “We– We’re almost there, okay. Just– Just hang on. I need you to hang on. I need–” I need to tell you so much… and I can’t do it like this. Not like this, please…

They reach the helipad at the top of the hospital— already alerted that they were coming so they are ready with a gurney. Buck sees it and his stomach twists. He is so tired of seeing people– his people– wheeled away on gurneys. Now he has to see Tommy. His— “E– Estab— Establish a s- stable hov–” Tommy instructs between gasping breaths. “Hov– hov–” Buck glances over and Tommy is starting to really struggle– they are running out of time.

“Hover. I- I got it…” Buck says, swallowing the bile he feels rising up his throat. He tries to remember every bit of information he had looked up to prepare for when they finally got around to those lessons. (Dozens of articles and web searches. Videos and tutorials. Flying for DUMMIES. He wanted to be prepared so he could impress Tommy.) He hovers over the pad and starts to reduce altitude. The helicopter touches the roof top and Buck hears the most dramatic sigh of relief from Athena. He turns the helicopter off and is moving from his seat out and around to Tommy’s as fast as he can. “I got him,” Buck says, opening Tommy’s side.

Tommy is smiling so proudly– “Perf- Perfect landing…” Buck’s stomach twists again, and his heart cracks open. The hospital staff push past him, and it occurs to him he should move out of their way. He doesn’t and instead helps them get him out and onto the gurney, without asking if they need it first. Tommy winces as he is laid out on the gurney; he opens his eyes and frantically searches until he meets Bucks. Then they are wheeling him away and Buck feels cemented in place despite his heart, soul, and hell even his self destructive brain at this point, telling him to go with him as far as they will let him.

****

You’re not, um– you’re not scared I’m gonna break your heart anymore?

Not as much…

I don’t have to have feelings for every person I sleep with.

Got it…

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.

.

Learn to be alone… (because that’s what you deserve to be…)

“W- Wait!”

(TBC)

[faeriemarie]

hello! lowkey, this is my first time ever sending an ask to anyone ever so i'm sorry if it's like- all over the place lol.

do you mind talking about your 1950s dr? i'm interested in the sort of things you get up to there or interests? what's your favorite thing about that reality generally?

okay so my dr is very very heavily inspired by the stories of j.d. salinger and jack kerouac's on the road, so it's pretty bohemian. i got carried away, no one ever asks about my 50s dr

I. about me

i am 17 years old and live in manhattan. i'm an only child and my family are old money socialite types, so basically my life is super easy and i have everything i could ever want. my family has maids, cooks, drivers, butlers, and the whole thing and we summer in Europe on the coasts of France and Italy like rich people do. i have learned to speak when spoken to, so i am often quiet. many of my classmates even suspect that i am a mute; but, i only talk to people who i feel deserve to hear me. still, it's really great since i have no self-awareness at all and i really don't have to since we're part of the 1%. i don't even know how much milk costs.

but angst time, i never see my parents because they're always off galivanting and having business somewhere across the world. when i do see my dad, he spoils me rotten and takes me out to clubs with him and buys me as many drinks as i want. we go on special daddy-daughter vacations just us because i'm his whole world and it literally eats him up inside that we can't spend as much time together. my mother on the other hand thinks i'm legitimately crazy and has me on so many medications, plus frequent meetings with a psychiatrist. i'm lowkey afraid she's gonna put me in a hospital and order a lobotomy one day, but she's just jealous i'm daddy's favorite and she's not. sigmund freud would love her. and since they're gone so much, i spend most of my time with a nanny who i HATE because she's so overprotective and thinks she knows what's best for me when she doesn't. i've taken to paying the other staff so they don't tell her what i've been up to

II. what have i been up to?

my favorite thing, obviously, is dating an older man. laws are flimsy and i'm rich, so the cops are on my side. my man is literally zooey glass himself and i'm so so so in love with him even though he drives me up the wall. i <3 chain smoking with him and getting wine drunk in his flat

also i'm valedictorian at my private all-girls prep school, obviously. i've only got one friend, but we are utterly inseparable. i also run the literary magazine at my school and i'm editor-in-chief so i can publish my sad girl poems. i'm basically if sylvia plath and virginia woolf had an even more emotionally distressed love child. i want to go to vassar and be an art history or english major.

during the week, i obsessively attend ballet classes and have an entire converted studio in my family’s flat. i am extremely talented and top of my class (again) because i'm a mary sue. my best friend and i are shopping addicts who love going to expensive boutiques just to clean out the whole thing. plus with all my father’s influence, i can get into any show i want. if you’re unsure where i am, i’m at the ballet, watching the newest play on broadway, or at a jazz club i am much too young to be at. think audrey hepburn in funny face.

III. bonus mood boards!!

and that’s pretty much most of what i have because this is one of my shorter scripts ☕️

[parkersbliss]

Wait! I have a request! Would thou spare a mere mortal a moment?? 😭🤚

So like, it’s canon that Keegan is quiet and reserved. And it’s very likely that Keegan has never had a proper romantic relationship, considering he was 16 during Operation Sand Viper. Which means he joined the military when he was like 14-15 something (I kinda hc that he came from a rough home, so he joined the army to get away from it, very similar to Simon “Ghost” Riley). Not to mention that their world is borderline apocalyptic after the ODIN strikes

We all know that, so! How would Keegan act if he fell in love with teammate!reader?? Like would he realize it immediately? Would it take a while for him to realize that this warm buzzing feeling is love? How would he act? What he be like when in love? And how would he act when he realizes that he actually is in love?

I shall spare you the rest of my life, anon. THIS is all I want for keegan. my baby with a knife :') hopefully you like it!! and yes all your ideas are canon idc

SYMPATHOMIMETIC

PAIRING: Keegan Russ x F!teammate!Reader WARNINGS: mentions of blood, angsty but happy ending!! sad keegan backstory A/N: not sure how this is both fluff and angst guys but I love him

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Keegan considered himself to be an intelligent guy. He felt like the years he’d spent being hardened in the military, learning lessons the public wouldn’t give him an advantage. A different perspective on life and the decisions you make. He also just happened to think very highly of himself. He wouldn’t brag about himself. He just had self-confidence. 

Keegan knew he was good at his job. He took pride in that. 

So why was it then when you came around, his brain fell out of his skull? 

His shots were a little slower, his aim off by a few millimeters and sweat dripping from his brow. 

It was only you. His teammate, comrade, brother in war, co-worker even. Yet somehow, you had a sympathomimetic effect on him. 

His heart beat faster, pupils dilated, and skin flushed from the peripheral vasodilation of his arteries. He was glad he was dressed head to toe, with only his eyes peeking out from the rough fabric of his mask. That way, you didn’t see what a fool you made of him. 

He found it annoying, really. 

He never intended to fall in love, but he wasn’t opposed to the idea either. It was a concept that had existed in his mind,but something he never truly sought after. 

Then again, how could he when most of his life was in the Marines, and then half the population was wiped off the country? 

Keegan’s concerns lay elsewhere than finding a partner. 

When you joined the team, it became more… relevant to him. Again, there was no active pursuit of you. He spent most of his time shoving down the warm, buzzing feeling. Missions required precision, and he always delivered.

He wasn’t rude at all. In fact, you would say that Keegan was your favorite Ghost member. (You wouldn’t actually say it so you don’t offend the Walker brothers.) To you, he was the best companion to have when the world was falling apart. You can see the familiar glint of his scope on the building across from you. It’s unmoving, a steady gleam in your sight. 

“Any activity?” His voice crackles through your earpiece. 

“Negative,” You said with a sigh, eyes focused on the floors of the building ahead of you. He doesn’t say anything else. You know he won’t. That was Keegan. He was just quiet. A conversation with him required your prompting first. You don't mind. 

“You know what I miss?” You asked. 

He hums back in response, the hint of a questioning tone at the end of the tone. 

“The movies. The temporary escape from this shit reality.” 

“You got one in mind?” 

“Juno.” 

There’s a scoff. “Juno?” Keegan repeats, that light teasing tone you know means he’s smiling. 

“Have you seen it?”

“Negative. Educate me.” 

He wasn’t a flirt. Not really. He spends a few months getting to know you. What you like, what you don’t, your beliefs, your dreams. He does it unknowingly. Keegan was genuinely interested in everything about you. 

When you invited him into a conversation, he’d find a way to make it about you. Then, when he found himself in an old Blockbuster store, searching for a movie called Juno, it hit him. 

Keegan was in love with you. That was a fact. He would search old record stores for your favorite artist on vinyl, department stores for a sweater you’d love, and an old carnival for the biggest stuffed toy. All to see the smile on your face because he knew your real dream was beyond his powers. You wanted the world back to normal. A piece of chalk in your hand, drawing flowers on your parent's driveway in the middle of summer. A life that was never coming back to either of you. 

So he resorted to the small things.  

Then there was the constant fretting over you on missions. The hand on your waist as his cerulean eyes chased your body for any sign of damage. They’d trace back up to meet yours as you grabbed his arm, assuring him you were okay. 

Keegan knew it was obvious he was in love. If any consolation from Hesh or Merrick was enough. They would howl with laughter, claiming he might as well tattoo his love for you on his forehead. 

To which he replied, “You still wouldn’t see it.”

Truthfully, Keegan didn’t care about it being “obvious.” The only thing he cared about was you. A smile on your face, the warmth of your body, the chime of your laughter at something he said. 

So yeah, it was obvious he was in love. How could he not be? You were proof that maybe when everything is said and done, there was a future with the sun beating down on his back as he mowed the lawn. A cliche dream, but his, nonetheless. 

He’d finally tell you that when your hand didn’t grip his to tell him you were okay. Instead, it was soaked in bright red blood as you coughed more up.

He felt like a kid again, growing up in a home where he couldn’t do anything to help his parents. When he was forced to watch the love seep out of them. The fighting, screaming, missed baseball practices, and award shows. The neglect forced his older brother to leave him only in a broken house. 

Everything was falling apart, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Establish bilateral ACs, hang a liter of fluids…” The medics shout, scrambling over one another as Keegan stands there stupidly. 

As stupid as the first time he saw you. 

You reach for him, eyes wide and scared. And in a second, he’s there. He’s gripping your hand, barely registering the medic’s order to not disturb the IV. 

“I love you,” he says.

He watches the way your lips turn up, eyes crinkling. “Am I dreaming?” 

“No. I love you,” He repeats a little more forcefully. 

That damn smile, a spark still in your eyes as the monitor stops beeping. 

“BP coming up! 98/72.” 

“I love you too.” 

When you finally recover, Keegan’s sitting next to you in the med bay. He’s stripped of his mask, his uniform. He’snothing more than the boy who joined the military at 16. 

“Did we win?” You asked, turning to look at him. 

He brushes the tangled hair out of your face. “We won.” 

“Now what?” 

Keegan grins, grabbing something from his pocket. It blinks at you, twinkling under the fluorescent lights of the hospital room. 

“Do I even need to ask?” He teases lightly. 

You laugh, extending a hand to him as he slips the ring on. “You already know the answer.” 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Yes.” 

Your daughter tells you all the time his proposal was cheesy. Keegan just smiles, ruffling her hair as she pretends to drive the John Deere down the expanding green of your lawn. 

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[timkontheunsure]

🙂 yep Blitz always reads more like his learning difficulties are dyslexic and ADHD.

God that boy needs information chunking and to switch task regularly. With Millie instinctively gets this. And Moxxie trying to force him to stay on task after the fatigue point. (Just let the guy stand up, move about, and ramble for 5 mins before he gets back to it Moxxie).

And his BPD coming from his abuse as a kid, and trauma as a teen.

I've seen a few say takes saying Blitz feels autistic. But mostly this feeling like people not getting the symptoms overlap between dyslexic and autism. (Different wiring but similar output).

Gona list some of the dyslexia one with Blitz. And use Stolas and Moxxie for our autistic examples:

Info dumpling

If you ask either a dyslexic or an autistic person about a subject they've found interesting; you're going to get all the information.

🙂 Honestly one of the things find cute about Stolitz is they'll be able to do this together.

Special interests

Both have special hobbies that are a deep part of their personalities. That normally last years. And that are used to help understand and processes the world better.

(Yer helluva is mine. How did you guess lol).

Not getting unwritten rules

Like following M&M on their dates, and watching them because he's lonely.

But also dyslexics are just very blunt. (Because can't we just get to the point already, without 500 please, thank you and sorry for your times). And we all know Blitz extremely blunt.

Difficulty interpreting facial expressions, motivations and tone of voice

While dyslexics tend to be better at this than most autistics; it is hard learnt.

I got in soo much trouble for answering back as a kid, or asking the teacher if they were being sarcastic. (Rhetorical questions and dark sarcasm at a pain in the neurodivergent bum).

Stolas is being sincere here, and Blitz completely misreads it.

Honestly my mum ended up teaching me and sib this by asking questions in the ad breaks; about what was happening on Star Trek DS9. (Garak and Odo are good characters to get neurodivergent kiddies to try and read). As well as putting on Yes Minster to help plug the knowledge gap.

Dyslexics often get taught double speak as a way to cope with this difficulty. But it does makes us more likely to question why someone wants to do a nice thing.

But Blitz assumes he knows Stolas motivation from the start is just sex, and struggles to accept any information that challenges this world view. Till Stolas does something undeniable.

Literal Thinking

Again it tends to be less, but yep is a thing dyslexics struggle with.

Including switching language tracks half way through. Loona pointed out the unintentional innuendo his 'skin the manly meat with the manly men', and he's struggles to spot it.

Heh I just like this example of one autistic person confusing another about literal and figurative.

Sensory issues

Moxxie talking becoming white noise when Blitz is overwhelmed.

My and my sib also find tuning out some noises very hard, with it getting worse when tired or stressed. Till it becomes an unfocusable mess of noise.

Aphantasia and face blindness

Ok, I don't think any of one helluva has either of these. As they're able to able to picture people and objects in their heads easily.

And both Blitz and Stolas are able to draw eachother without any reference images.

As well as both have been shown to be able to clearly picture people in their memories. (But it's a cartoon, and it'd be really difficult to show either aphantasia or face blindness because of medium).

Neither have been shown to have any difficulties recognising new people in a crowd of similar faces.

But both of these are more common in both autistic people and dyslexics.

In dyslexics it's linked to a short working memory issue, making any image fade in seconds.

I don't know the mechanism in autistic people.

The closest we get to face blindness is Moxxie struggling to remember his mum's face. But he was very young when she died. And everyone else in the memory is clearly seen. So probably not.

Stimming

(I love getting to use this gif hop hop hop).

This appear to be mostly Stolas in the show, and possible Via too.

But again is lot of neurodivergent foke do to express big emotions, or to self soothe.

I still foot rub to get to sleep.

Hoping this wasn't too off topic and dull. 🙂

I'm sick, so I'm going to do the very normal thing and wax poetically about the positive neurodiversity representation is in HB. That's because they manage to make it appear neither purely good nor purely bad. It's allowed to just be part of what makes our characters who they are in their beautiful complexity.

Exhibit A: Blitz (there's no exhibit B yet, but maybe there will be!).

He never gets a diagnosis. No one in this show does.

I think ADHD is obvious. I did a post on this a long time ago, but the man barely sits still, and he's always climbing and sitting on things in odd ways. He misses things other characters say when he's caught up in his own ideas. He sometimes falls on his face when distracted despite having literal acrobatic skills. He gets stuck . . . hyperfocusing on things to the point where he ignores other pressing matters. He's an out of the box thinker and has an infectious enthusiasm for life.

You've probably seen me on here arguing that he has dyslexia. ADHD and LD (learning disabilty) are a much more common combination than most people acknowledge, just like ADHD and autism. If this is your take on him, I welcome you to comment too, but to me the LD/dyslexia thing is pretty powerful because I have ADHD and LD too. We all come to these conversations with our lived experiences.

And just like lots of real people with these and other neurodiversities, he also deals with a shit ton of trauma and related disorders as an adult. BPD . . . PTSD . . . you get the gist. The trauma is portrayed as bad, and some of his resulting behaviors certainly are too, but he's still fundamentally a good person who's been through a lot.

I think the part of his story I most understand as a neurodivergent one is the concept of "not being good enough" that he carries around. It originated before the fire, with Cash devaluing him (literally) in favor of Fizz. Blitz has an ever-present itch to prove himself, believes that he is not worthy of love, and that what he can DO for people is all that will make anyone want him around.

I think that most neurodivergent and/or otherwise disabled people get this, either from the always pushing side or the giving up side, or both at different times . . .). I grew up with parents who expected A LOT, and frankly, to this day, I often CAN'T meet their expectations because of how my brain works. I learned that I need to accomplish things. I also learned that I need to accomplish them IN MY WAY, or else I'd just fall short. I spent a lot of time when I was younger thinking that no one was like me (cue angsty music), but it turns out, a lot of people are. We just weren't very open about it in the 90's/2000's. That's why representation is important.

Blitz finds ways to work. He works very hard for his company, because he cares deeply about it and about the people who work for him, and also about PROVING SOCIETY WRONG (yes, there's a pushing back against racism element here too). He chooses to not care too much about spelling or paperwork and leans on employees for some of that- not justifying Moxxie being stuck with it, but, yes, this reads as self-accommodation to me.

And having to work around having more trouble with certain things because your brain works differently? Well, when a person grows up like that, you can get a really inventive, dynamic problem solver. Some people will say that this is inherently part of ADHD, and I don't know, but it's part of Blitz.

Anyway, I'll try to write a more coherent essay on some of these issues as they appear in the show later. Stolas is also an interesting case.

But do discuss! Entertain me on my snotty sick bed. XD

[rbb-travels-of-the-cube]

Stop ya silly siren event starts!

Blue Moon jolted as he was teleported away. Suddenly he was sinking as water flooded his systems. A blaring timer ringed in his head telling him to get out of the water. Not that he had meant to go in water. That damn cube.

Blue Moon thrashed as he tried to figure out the surface. This water wasn't clear, It was foggy. Blue Moon could guess it was the ocean. Not that he was too thrilled about that. Sinking deeper due to his size.

Suddenly he felt a rush of movement in the water. His body froze as he panicked. There was something in the water. There was something that could get him. A shark a whale some other abominable beast. It could literally be anything, And it could probably eat him in one bite.

Suddenly his movement grew more erratic as he tried to escape towards the water surface. He could see the glint of deep blue eyes staring at him. A large tail flashing about as the beast circled him. What seem to be nutting or seaweed caught onto its fins. It was getting near. His water intake was starting to become too much.

Suddenly he felt something against his body. Something that was stiff and clearly coming from higher above him. He latched onto it like his life depended on it. Which in his mind it did. He felt the strange object get pulled down by his weight before it stiffened and started to pull up.

Blue Moon crawled up the item himself. Exiting the water surface with a gasp. Not quite focusing on the shouts as you continued to crawl upward. The Stick like object was abandoned as he climbed onto something much larger. Only the panic as his weight made the bigger object tip over.

Blue Moon crawled as a thing flipped onto its head. Digging into what he would assume wood for grip. He didn't stop until something grabbed his ribbon harshly. Causing him to yell and pain and finally assess his surroundings.

The thing that had grabbed his ribbon was some sort of small animatronic. He wore a large lavish captain hat. His face scarred and his eyes glitchy. Wearing a large captain's cloak over an orange undershirt. His pants were a deep midnight blue. The bot was mostly black and orange. Bearing a similar resemblance to him. Although the silver steel underneath the scars was the telling difference.

He was on a boat. Boat he had flipped onto its belly. This was probably the passenger that was holding the oars He had latched onto. Behind in the distance he could see a large ship. He was most definitely in the ocean as it spanned on and on and on and on and on.

"Hold on ya strange land lubr, and stop staring at the water! I got you!"

[yakny]

"NUNCA APRENDES, PLATITA."