#and I’m glad most nights I’m able to kinda sit and

[fulokis]

Yeah… I’m not having the best time rn

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

3: COMPANY

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Bucky wants his best friends to get to know his girlfriend but a little voice makes him worry that there may be more going on between you and Steve.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: miscommunications and Bucky Barnes being a colossal idiot (theme of this whole story)

Steve and Bucky walked down the corridor towards the large living room with the massive television screen. Their arms laden with drinks and snacks for themselves, you and Priya. Bucky wanted his best friends to get to know his girlfriend better and you'd begrudgingly agreed to a movie night, comforted by the knowledge that Steve would be present as a buffer for awkward questions.

Steve was smiling softly, happy to be able to relax with the people he cared most about without being interrupted to save the world. His self imposed responsibilities weighed heavily on his mind. Distractions where he could be Steve and not Captain America were hard to find. One of the things he loved about you and Bucky was that you both were his voice of reason, between the two of you, you would argue different sides of a point, until he was happy with the decision he had made. This was why seeing the two of you as a team made him so happy.

You had made yourself comfortable on yours and Bucky's favorite couch. It was just big enough for you and the beefy super soldier and in your mind, you imagined yourself and Bucky being comfortable under a throw blanket while you watched the movie. Your day dream was shattered as Priya dropped into the seat beside you.

"Oh gosh, this is so comfortable! Such a cuddle couch." She elbowed your side gently. "Hey, you think Bucky and I could sit here for the movie?"

It took every inch of your self control to stop a scowl from marring your features. "Sorry to be all Sheldon about this, but this is kinda my spot."

"Oh, yeah, I get it." She didn't, looking at you like she was indulging one of her young patients who was throwing a tantrum. “Do you mind if I sit until Jamie and Steve get back?”

"Sure." You tried to keep the sarcasm to a minimum. You had to play nice, for Bucky's sake.

"Hey Cricket, can I ask you something?" Priya’s voice was slightly hesitant.

"Course. What is it?" You replied. But you had a strong feeling you weren’t going to like what she was going to ask you and steeled yourself for it.

"Do you and Jamie have any history of being more than… just friends?"

"No." You suppressed a sigh. You had expected an annoying comment, as opposed to something that would break your heart all over again. "No, just friends. Why’d you ask?" You felt suspicious of her line of questioning.

"Oh, I was just curious. I know you're not his type and all, so I wasn't very worried about it, but I figured there's always a possibility." She shrugged.

"Bucky and I have never been anything more than friends." You confirmed through gritted teeth, and it was killing you.

"Okay," Priya smiled happily. "That makes me feel better. I really like him, and I just wanted to make sure there weren't any lingering feelings between you two."

"I'm happy for you," you lied through a smile.

"Thanks, Cricket. I appreciate that. And I'm glad we had this conversation, it's always good to clear the air."

"Absolutely."

"Thanks for being so understanding. You're a great friend, I’m glad that James and I have you."

Steve and Bucky as they paused momentarily, not wanting to interrupt your conversation, but at the same time, curious about what you were saying. They both felt a little awkward for eavesdropping but they didn’t feel comfortable making their presence known. Steve glanced over at Bucky, wondering what his reaction would be, but Bucky’s face was bathed in darkness and impossible to read.

When Priya said she was glad to have you as a friend, Steve nudged him gently. "Come on," he jerked his head, urging Bucky to follow. He walked into the lounge and deposited the snacks on the table in front of you and Priya.

"Thanks, Steve!" you reached forwards to grab a bowl of popcorn, but Bucky was blocking you. You swatted his legs playfully. "Buck! What’re you doing?"

"Cricket, can you move over a bit so I can sit with Priya?" Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pouty lips. How could you say no?

Reluctantly, you got off the couch, Bucky giving you a questioning frown as you did so. You shuffled over and settled in next to Steve, feeling a stab of disappointment that Bucky had chosen to sit with Priya instead of you.

"Did you ladies pick a movie?" Steve asked.

You shook your head, but Priya volunteered a suggestion in a heartbeat. "You've Got Mail!"

Steve pulled up the film from Tony’s endless supply of media and hit play. As the movie started, you tried to focus on the screen, but your eyes kept gazing over to Priya and Bucky and how his arm was draped cozily over her shoulder. Your mind kept wandering back to the conversation you just had with Priya. You couldn’t help but wish that there had been more between you and your best friend. What made her think that you weren’t his type? You bristled at the thought. Bucky had never expressed his preferences to a woman’s appearance. Had he mentioned something to her?

Steve noticed your distraction and leaned over to whisper in your ear. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, trying to push aside your feelings of jealousy and insecurity. "I’m fine," you whispered back. "Just a little tired."

Steve gave you a knowing look, but didn’t press the issue. Instead he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, offering you comfort and support. As the movie played on, you found yourself leaning into Steve’s side, feeling safe and protected in his presence. You couldn’t help but wonder what could have been if things had been different between you and Bucky.

As you and Steve turned back to the movie, Priya leaned towards Bucky and whispered to him conspiratorially. "I think Cricket and Steve make such a cute couple, don't you think? They looked so cozy on their Coney Island date!"

Bucky looked down at her with surprise. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t feared that you and Steve might be more than friends, but it shocked him that other people considered it. As long as he was the only one to think it, he could have lived in denial, but having someone else voice it with such confidence made his skin crawl.

"Um, I don't know. They seem to get along well as friends."

"Oh come on, Jamie. I can see the way they look at each other. We should totally set them up! I mean look how he has his arm around her!" 

Bucky hummed with hesitation. "I don't think that's a good idea, Priya."

"Why not? They would be perfect together!"

"I just...I don't think it's the right time for them to start dating." Bucky answered, not avoiding eye contact, his eyes glued to Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.

Priya was starting to sense that something was off. "Jamie, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Look, Steve doesn’t really talk to people about this, but he had a girl, back in the 40s, Peggy. He isn’t over her. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them to enter a relationship when Steve still has feelings for Peggy." Bucky winced internally, hating himself for using Steve’s past to cover for himself.

"Wow, I had no idea," Priya said softly, her eyes widening in surprise. "That must be really tough for him."

Bucky nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for using Steve’s past as an excuse. "Yeah, it’s been hard for him. He’s never really gotten over her."

Priya looked thoughtful for a moment before turning back to Bucky. "Well, I’m glad you told me. I wouldn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama. They're lucky to have you looking out for them."

Bucky gave her a terse smile, grateful that she understood. "No problem. I just want what’s best for both of them."

As the movie came to an end, you and Steve exchanged a look, both of you feeling a sense of contentment and comfort in each other’s presence. Despite the awkwardness and tension that had filled the room earlier, you were grateful for the friendship and support that you had in each other. Unfortunately for the two of you, your closeness did nothing to assuage the envy that burned deep inside Bucky.

As everyone got up to leave, Priya turned to you and Steve with a smile. "Thanks for the movie night, guys. I had a great time."

You and Steve both nodded, returning her smile. "Anytime," you said, feeling a sense of relief that the night had gone smoothly.

As you and Steve walked out of the living room together, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for having him by your side. Maybe things weren’t meant to be with Bucky, but you knew that you had a true friend in Steve, someone who would always be there for you no matter what.

On the other hand, Bucky went to bed that night with Priya’s words burned on the back of his brain. Why did she think that there might have been something between him and you? She had worsened his fears about you and Steve. Would his oldest friend really betray his trust that way? Surely you would have mentioned that to him, wouldn’t you? The tiny voice in his head that sounded just like you, asked him why he would assume such a thing, since he had hidden his relationship for so long. 

*

Your voice of conscience in his mind did nothing to mitigate his turbulent thoughts. In fact they swirled around his brain until he found himself confronting you about them. This was becoming too common an occurrence. He blurted out the words while he found you training in the gym.

"You went to Coney Island with Steve." He tried to sound nonchalant as he spotted you with your weights.

You grunted your response, trying to stand up with the heavy weight balanced across your shoulders. Eyes screwed shut with the effort of pushing your knees apart to push yourself upright. You panted slightly, trying to recover your composure, but Bucky wasn’t ready to give up on his point.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were going?"

"Oh, I’m sorry," you attempted a shrug before going back into a squat. "It was Steve’s idea and honestly, I didn’t think it was a big deal since you were busy with Priya."

"It is a big deal! We promised we'd go together."

Your face dropped slightly as you stood up, remembering the promise you’d made almost a year ago. Things had been so chaotic and you’d forgotten about it. You put the barbell back on the rack before replying. "I know, and I was really looking forward to it." There was a sadness in your tone that you couldn’t hide. "But when you started dating Priya, I thought things had changed. I didn’t think you’d care."

"That doesn’t mean we can’t still hang out. You’re my best friend, too." Bucky leaned against the rack, as you busied yourself with unloading the bar.

"I know, and I’m sorry." You hid your face as you answered. "I just felt left out when you didn’t tell me about Priya."

"I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you. But seeing you at Coney Island with Steve really hurt."

"Wait," you spun around with surprise. "You saw me at Coney Island?"

"Yeah…" Bucky’s anger abated slightly as he realized what he was saying to you.

You huffed. "You were there?"

Bucky had the decency to look ashamed.

"And you’re getting on my case? I mean Steve took me there as a surprise to cheer me up after I got sick. I didn’t decide to go there without you. And it’s not like Steve knew about our promise. What were you doing there, Bucky?"

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was there with Priya. We were on a date."

You felt a pang of jealousy and hurt, but you pushed it down but the aggression in your tone was unmistakable. "I see. Well, I’m sorry if I upset you by being there with Steve. But I'd like to point out that you didn't seem to have any issues going with Priya."

Bucky looked at you, his expression softening. "I’m sorry, Cricket. I should’ve told you about Priya - about Coney Island, about dating her. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just…"

You nodded, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "It’s okay, Bucky. Just…next time, can you please just be honest with me?"

"Yeah," Bucky nodded. "and hey, you'd tell me if you were, right? As in dating… someone."

"Yeah, I'll keep you apprised." You rolled your eyes and shook your head with a small laugh.

"Even if it was Steve?"

“Why do you keep asking me that? Are you trying to set me up with Steve? Because I don't have those kinds of feelings for him.”

“You don’t? Because Priya said-”

"Bucky, why don't you ask me about me instead of your girlfriend?" The irritation you'd felt about his indignation earlier rose inside you again, enough that you decided to walk away from it.

He caught up to you outside the gym, heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, Cricket," he called out, his voice filled with sincerity. "I’m sorry for how I acted back there. I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have let my jealousy get the best of me. Can we talk?"

You turned to face him, your expression guarded but curious. "What do you want to talk about, Bucky?"

Bucky took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I want to apologize for not being upfront with you. I value our friendship, and I don’t want to lose that because of my own insecurities. I’m sorry for hurting you… and I want to make things right."

You studied him for a moment, your eyes searching his handsome face for sincerity. The way he looked back at you softened your resolve and after a moment, you nodded. “I appreciate your apology, Bucky. Let’s move past this and focus on our friendship.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he heard your words. "Of course. And hey, maybe we can still go to Coney Island together sometime. Just the two of us."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "I’d like that."

Bucky fell in step beside you, as you walked away from the gym, the tension between you slowly dissipating. He knew he had a lot of work to do to rebuild the trust between you, but he was willing to put in the effort. He was grateful for your forgiveness and determined to show you that he was a true friend, even if he couldn't have anything more.

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[denwritesandcries]

gf!Shauna Shipman HCs

Pairing: shauna shipman x fem!reader

Summary: To be Shauna's girlfriend is… Something else, to say at least.

Word count: 1,4k.

Content: 96’ timeline, cursing, suggestive, kissing, kinda toxic shauna, jealousy, fluff, the team being done with u two.

Note: I think that’s probably a little too long for headcanons but I’m really glad someone asked for it cause I love writing for Shauna sm.

English is not my first language.

- You most likely only spoke to each other because you were paired up on some project in a class that you both hate. A classic, but also one of the few ways for Shauna to actively approach anyone she hasn't known for years or been introduced to by Jackie, the girl isn't very sociable.

- She definitely found the most random and stupid reason possible to not like you at first, just because she enjoys being a little hater.

- Like she doesn't want to meet with you to discuss the topic and just leaves you to do your part alone and you just do it because this quiet girl on the football team is pretty hot and also scares the hell out of you.

- When you guys inevitably put it all together she'd take one look at it and say it's shit and make you do it all from scratch again in like one night as if it was your fault.

- And you simply wouldn't understand why she decided to pick on you. She’d have a beef with you that only exists in her head and you’ll be like??? Wondering why the heck she keeps staring at you like a judging hare even after getting (surprisingly) an A+.

(that’s a strangely accurate description, but you think it fits her perfectly well. Eyes widen following you and nose angrily twitching when you pass by.)

- She has a crush on you. Since the beginning. But she has too many problems to actually admit that to herself.

- She would finally admit that fell for you when she sees you reading something by an author she loves. She's a cliché and a failure, no matter how much she tries to deny it. You'd be in the stands during one of the Yellowjackets' practices (by pure chance, definitely not because you want to watch her too), with a notebook open at your side and a book on your lap, working on an assignment for extra credit, Shauna would see you when she stopped to have some water and she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.

Especially if it was something by Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson or Shirley Jackson. She’d go feral. Seriously.

- Then she finally decides to act (after some suspicious looks from Jackie and screams from Taissa for disturbing everyone during the game) and it's like she was never mean to you. She’ll literally act like she's already your friend because she doesn't know how to apologize and start something properly. Will sit next you in class – and kick out whoever actually sat there – and talk to you normally, looking away and chewing on the end of her pen, speaking in a soft and innocent voice.

- You're very much confused and a little suspicious about all this, but you're not gonna complain about it with her slowly running a hand up your arm and blinking her bright deep eyes at you. Even though she still stares. A lot.

- This is how you get a girlfriend, which isn't really what you expected at all, but it's a pretty welcome change.

- gf!Shauna who only asked you out and took you for a milkshake on your first date, even though she doesn't really like sweets, when she heard Nat tell Van that she was thinking about doing that exactly same thing and finally decided to do something (they did it on purpose, just so that Shauna would stop bothering them with her constant yearning).

- gf!Shauna who accompanies you to all your classes, sometimes even being late for hers. She is so show off carrying your backpack for you and walking close enough for your shoulders to brush and rushing to Jackie's side after opening the door for you.

- gf!Shauna who keeps a hand on you all the time, on your shoulder, on your waist, on your arm, but who is too shy to hold your hand and intertwine your fingers properly. She'll become a mess if you hold her hand in the hallways or in front of the team and pretend like she doesn't like it, complaining that you're being clingy (she won't let you let go of her hand at all though).

- gf!Shauna who is jealous and possessive as fuck, no one is safe from her, not even Jackie. She will shoot daggers with her eyes and scare anyone who even breathes near you in a way that makes her feel insecure. Especially if it's someone on the team. Lottie is usually a recurring target of her reactions, making a point of keeping as much distance as possible from Shauna on the field after she sees her talking to you.

- Will totally pretend not to care and say there's nothing wrong when you ask if she's alright, while silently seething with rage and acting weird towards you, keeping everything to herself until she eventually explodes. gf!Shauna who waits until she's alone to write shit about you and the other person in her diary with a horrible, rushed handwriting.

- gf!Shauna, with whom you have to be really patient.

- gf!Shauna with whom you have study dates where she actually makes you study because she won't admit being with someone with a poor average, but who will start kissing you pretty quick until she ends up straddling you the moment she gets tired and decides you both had enough.

- gf!Shauna who absolutely loves seeing you in the stands during practice or a game. She'll show off like never before as soon as she realizes you've come, especially if you yell or cheer for her when she scores a goal. Nat, Lottie and Tai are rolling eyes hard for you two every single time.

- gf!Shauna who takes you in her car wherever you want and whenever you want, driving with one hand on the steering and an elbow resting on the window. Who looks at you with her big eyes shining like a kicked puppy if you ever say you don't need a ride.

- gf!Shauna who has the worst, most questionable taste in movies ever and who gets outraged if you mention it or try to get her to change her choice on a movie night. She's too stubborn to change her mind, so you settle for admiring her profile and leaning back against her warm body on the couch.

- gf!Shauna with whom you have almost weekly sleepovers because her parents are too oblivious to realize there’s something between you. Sleeping in her bed under the pretext that the floor is too cold and keeping the door closed so as not to bother anyone with your teenage nonsense and loud music. It's the perfect combination.

- gf!Shauna who keeps her favorite polaroids of you on your dates alongside the photos of her and Jackie on her bedroom wall.

- gf!Shauna who's always the big spoon and loves feeling your body against hers. She's practically a furnace, perfect for hiding your face on her neck or chest. The best way to fall asleep is with her arms around you and your face buried in her soft skin.

- gf!Shauna who loves to bite and leave marks for every inch of exposed skin you have. Who bites your shoulder joint and digs her nails into your back when you have her pressed against the mattress or the lockers in the changing room.

- gf!Shauna who goes crazy when she sees you in her clothes, especially her button-down shirts and flannels. Sometimes even hides your clothes just to have the excuse to give you hers, because she doesn't know how to ask you to wear them.

- gf!Shauna who writes cheesy and lame love poems for you like a victorian poet, because she doesn't know how to express herself in words without being on impulse or in a fight. You always praise her and thank her a thousand times for them, without letting her know that you don't understand most of what she writes.

- gf!Shauna who demands you tell her you love her before she does it first. She literally asks for it. And then she only says it back weeks later, rushed and nervous, at the moment you least expect it.

[burn-before-reading]

Love in the Time of Socialism

joost klein x artist!reader

art, mush, and ramblings about life

warnings: depression (ish), burnout, reader character in some vague mental health funk

word count: 2k

a/n: slight prequel to blue is the colour of your eyes but can be read as stand alone. just same artist reader. vaguely romantic but just ramblings and getting feelings out haha. started this when I was in more of a bad mental state (lol) but im fine now so it got kinda tame by the end of it. still not proofreading anything

title from the song Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House

Rpf below the cut—

Normally Joost has to call you because its the only way you will actually look at your phone. Its more often that not you find yourself fixated on planning out your next project, and your friends have to force you back into reality. There was that one time no one had heard from you in over a week and thought you were dead, when you were just working. You hadn’t realized how many texts you missed and apologized for scaring your friends half to death. Especially Joost.

So now you leave your ringer on, and now they call.

Tonight, however, Joost calls and you aren’t in your studio. You are in your bed, where you have been for the entire day. and also most of yesterday. There isn’t a reason in your head specifically why this has happened. you MEANT to get up. Theres a list of chores and things to do just sitting on your desk, but you woke up late, so now nothing will get done. At some point it just became too stressful to even get up and look at it. You roll over and stare at the contact picture of him, smiling with some dumb fish eye lens he thought was funny. You debate not picking up at all.

But you can’t ignore him.

“Hi Joost.” your voice came through the phone more hoarse than intended when you answered, you don’t remember the last time you talked to someone. “Whats going on?”

“the others wanted to go out for drinks tonight, you hadn’t responded so I wanted to check you were joining us.” You could imagine him rocking back and forth on his heels in the middle of his living room while he talked, it was either that or pacing around.

“uhh..” Drinks at a bar was the last thing on your mind. In any other situation you would have loved to be around your friends, but right now you just needed to avoided as much as possible. “Not a good night, tonight. Sorry, I’ll have to join you guys next time.”

Joost felt like something was off, you sounded tired. “Is everything okay?”

“I’ll be fine I just… shit brain day. bad brain thats all. It happens.” You did your best to summarize how you felt without actually admitting anything, you weren’t sure how to explain anything anyway.

“ Oh Im sorry, would it be good, if I came over? I can keep you company, if thats okay?”

“you don’t have to, I’ll be fine tomorrow. I want you to have fun. ” you insisted, but he pressed on.

“I don’t mind, the group would understand. Have you eaten today?”

“Like… a meal? yes, or well, no. I had a soda..” You glance at the half drunk soda from the night before, now flat. “and uhhh..”

“I’ll pick something up.” You could hear him on the other end gathering things together, keys, wallet, probably his ipad.

“.. thank you. I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

-

Joost knocked on your door about an hour later. In that time you were able to get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to change and make yourself somewhat presentable in front of a guest, and to the kitchen to make coffee despite it being 8pm.

You opened it to see Joost with a sheepish smile as he extends his arms out for a hug. “Hi.”

“Hi Joost.” you take the step to hug him, feeling his body heat contrast with the cold nighttime. “I’m glad you’re here.” the two of you head inside to your living room where he empties his bag of take out to reveal a couple different thai dishes and egg rolls. It was hard to not admit you weren’t at least a little bit hungry.

The two of you ate in mostly silence, making small talk about different projects you two have going on, or the fact that the two of you were in between projects. He done with touring for the time being and in the process of working on a new album. You loosely avoiding talking about any current work plans but mentioned one or two paintings you finished for a private gallery commission last month.

“ Just some paintings of animals and nature-ish symbolism. Honestly my heart wasn’t really in that one, but it payed the rent so.” you shrug and shove noodles into your mouth.

“Well now you have the time to work on your own stuff, right?” he commented, leaning back into your couch and looking down at you sitting on the floor instead of any of your own furniture. “Draw whatever your heart desires.”

“I mean I guess.. Im just glad to be done with the oil paints for now. I swear i think I was gonna die in my studio from all the chemicals. I dunno, I finished that whole project last month, I haven’t really been very productive since then.” you trail off and Joost gets a concerned expression on his face.

He sinks down from his spot of the couch to join you in the floor. The fluffy rug brushing against his legs as he adjusts his new sitting position.

“Its okay to take a break, you know.”

“I know I know, I just get frustrated. I never seem to have my energy directed towards the right thing. Whenever I have all those big projects from other contractors, I can brainstorm and think of all these interesting ideas I wanna work on, but I can’t because then I would get behind on the art Im being paid to do.”

“mhm.” he nods, to indicate he’s following along.

“ And then whenever Im done with those projects, I just get… tired. and my focus is gone. and Everything just feels…” you gesture the last bit with your hands, scrambling your fingers, to imply your thoughts. You aren’t looking at him, but you can still see him nodding in your peripherals. Joost always seemed to understand your thinking and explanations to things, even if you thought they were messy.

“Do you want to try painting right now?” he asks. you just shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t know what I would paint.”

“You can paint our dinner, or, or yourself, or your plants maybe?” he suggested and stands up. “Can I paint too?”

“Oh we’re actually doing this?” Not that you didn’t want to, but this self doubt had creeped into your mind again. That failing to produce something decent would prove that you’ve lost all your talent, your skill.

“yea we can have a little painting party!” he chimed, but he hesitated walking over to your studio to grab stuff, still giving you the space to reject his idea.

you looked away and started nervously tapping your fork against the table.

tap tap tap tap

“…sure. We can use my watercolors, Ive been wanting to use them more often anyway.”

the coffee table became a little more cluttered as you set up the paints for the two of you. Joost using an old set 24 pans and you using a newer set of watercolor tubes you were gifted last year and never opened. You watched as Joost immediately dipped his brush in water and started activating the blue paints, spreading it onto his paper in big random strokes.

“what are you painting?”

“not sure yet, maybe im painting you.” he looks up and smirks. you scrunch your nose up.

“why are you using so much blue. am I a smurf?” you joke and he just shrugs and points to your own paper.

“Just mess around, can’t be any worse than what im doing.”

tap tap tap tap tap tap

you fidget with your own brush for a few seconds lo get before grabbing a big mop brush and wetting your paper with clean water. Taking your smaller brush again, you pour out a small amount of yellow and mix it up with some more water. You hesitate for a moment longer before letting the brush lightly touch the surface, creating a burst of colour on the paper as the colour seeps onto the page. You make a few more random marks before switching to another warm colour and repeating the process, now watching the colours bleeds and mix into each other. You look at Joost paper and see that he is actually now trying to paint you, the blue fortunately was able to be mostly contained to the background.

“Do you ever think about what you would do if you weren’t a musician?” you ask.

“I dunno I think after this I could have a pretty successful art career.” he teases but sees in your face the question is more serious. “I don’t know. I started off with youtube, but if I wasn’t doing that… its hard to think about what my life would be like if I didn’t follow this path.”

“I always have this feeling deep down, that I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line. I was thinking about going to school for psychology, I also wanted to work with animals at one point, be a vet. I enjoy art, don’t get me wrong, but I just worry that in making it my job Ive just drained all the passion I had for it.”

You let the paper dry before staining the page with lines of dark burgundy, creating hands and a human heart. he hums as he listens, not adding anything, but simply letting you vent. beginning to piece together your mood from earlier. “I don’t have any jobs lined up right now, which is what Ive been waiting for, to work on my own stuff, yknow? I haven’t had the time ive wanted to make something for myself for a while. But now I just feel, I feel like ive been frozen.”

“things seem to be okay right now. I like what youve made. ” you look down and see the scribbles youve made with your paint. hands clasped over a broken heart. you shrug and smile softly, signing the bottom.

“Just a scribble, you can have it if you want.” You hand the paper over to him. “thank you for coming by, its… its nice being around you. Helps a bit.”

Joost takes the paper and studies it for a second. “I really like it, maybe I should come by more often.”

“If you bring the food we can have art nights whenever you want.” he holds up his paper. The blue bleeding into your skintone and hair since he didn’t wait for anything to properly dry. “I might stick to my ipad though, I don’t know why you like this paint.” he scrunches his nose at it. you laugh and it makes him smile.

You notice for the first time how bright his eyes look when he smiles, but you brush the thought away.

-

“Feeling a bit better?” he asks as he lingers by the door on his way out.

“a bit. like I said It was just a mood, I was gonna be fine tomorrow most likely… I still appreciate you coming over.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to call or text okay? Im always here to talk if you need. or just to listen.”

“definitely. Ive been meaning to uh, talk to someone about all this stuff anyway, you’re not a professional but ill keep it in mind.”

he grins and goes in for one last hug. you feel him slightly squeeze you and linger a little longer than usual before letting go. With one last glance he waves and head off. You see him pull out a cigarette for the walk back. It takes you a second to close the door. standing there watching him walk off until he turns a corner and disappears. Closing the door you sigh and go the clean up your living room.

You notice he left the portrait he drew of you. signed at the bottom with a smiley face next to his name.

It gets hung up in your studio above your desk.

[dw19791967]

That Feeling Part 3

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual), OFC Tyler

Y/N POV and Dean POV

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing, depression, anxiety, and feelings.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains discussions of depression and anxiety and feelings that go along with those. If that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.

*All mistakes are my own!

I'm back (kinda) here's part 3. I'm thinking possibly two more parts. Let me know what you think!

-Layla

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Y/N’s POV:

It has been 5 months since one of the worst nights of my life. I started therapy and have been doing a lot better. It was kinda weird at first talking to someone about my life issues and past traumas, I spent a lot of time just sitting there trying to figure out what to say, especially since I can’t mention anything about hunting. But overall it’s been good. I’ve been taking better care of myself, spending more time with the boys, mostly Sam. Dean has been distant lately but I figured it was because he has spent so much one on one time with me the last few months. Sam has helped me start exercising daily (even though I hate it with every fiber of my being). I’ve lost around 10 pounds which is great considering I still eat a ton of take out. I’m starting to feel like my old self again. I took a break from hunting and started writing, that lasted a hot minute before I was tired of staying home. 

Being back in a routine was good, I feel good.

We are on the road currently Sam caught a case about missing bodies. One of my favorite things. They think I’m weird for enjoying the quiet of cemeteries, but I know it’s because the dead are easier to deal with than the living some days.

“Ok, we got four missing corpses. Gladis Bramford was the first, mid 80’s when she passed. They found her head a few counties over, still missing the rest.” Sam was typing away on his computer.

“Who the hell takes a head only?” Dean had a grossed out look on his face.

I laughed.

“Evidently someone had big plans, poor Gladis.” I poked Dean in the shoulder.

Sam rolled his eyes. “The strangest part was her eyes were replaced with red glass, they haven’t been able to figure out which funeral home she was housed at before entering her final resting place.” 

“So what do we think, grave robbers, ghouls, demons?” I asked Sam.

“Not sure, we will have to see after we check the head out.” 

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Sam went to check out the head while Dean and I looked over the case files.

“You doing ok sweetheart? I know I haven’t really checked in on you lately.” Dean looked at me.

“For the most part yeah, I feel a lot better than I did. I think taking time to get my head on straight helped a lot, plus therapy.” 

“I’m glad to hear it.” Dean smiled at me.

I missed spending time with Dean. But I hadn’t pushed him, I figured he needed a break from me and I understood that. I can be a lot sometimes and he has his own stuff to deal with. It’s not easy being my friend. Plus after everything I realized I probably will never be comfortable enough with myself to be with someone. I’m in love with him and probably will always be. Knowing he’s here but I can’t have him is a hard pill to swallow but I’m working everyday to move past it. I know he deserves better and I know I’m not it. 

“You haven’t heard anything from that douchebag right?” he continued reading over the files. 

“He actually messaged me a few weeks ago from his facebook account. Asked how I was and hoped I was doing better. I ignored it and he kept sending messages, saying he was sorry and he was a dick, blah, blah, blah. I blocked him.” 

“What an asshat, he must have balls the size of Texas to reach out to you after the stunt he pulled.” 

“I guess so, I was upset by it but I’m moving on.” I smiled at him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, you didn’t deserve that, any of it.”

“It’s ok Dean, I’ve accepted what has happened and I’m moving on. Choosing between a man and a bear, I’d choose the bear.”

“You don’t mean that, you just haven't found the right man yet.”

I scoffed. “Dean… I’m an overweight, loud mouthed, cursing, strong willed woman, who has extreme trust issues. I doubt I will ever find a man who is ok with that, plus I don’t think I want to put myself out there again, who knows what will happen.”

“Just have me greet them with my glock, I’m sure it will go great after that.”

I laughed.

“In all seriousness I hope you do find someone someday Y/N, you deserve the world whether you believe you do or not.”

My heart sank. The only man I want is right in front of me and he will never want me.

“Thanks De.” I got up to pat him on the shoulder.

“Where are you going?” 

“I just need some air.” 

“Y/N I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t, I just have a lot on my mind and need a break.”

He frowned.

“It’s ok Dean, really.” I gave him a small smile.

Once I was outside and had the door closed I broke down, I can’t keep doing this to myself.

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Dean’s POV:

I didn’t mean to upset her. I was trying to give her hope. 

It has been five months since I saw Y/N break. I’ve never been so scared in my life seeing her crumble under the weight of the world. I had to step back, let her get her head on straight without me. I don’t want to get used to relying on her to make me feel better. She needs to take care of herself, not me. I missed spending time with her but I knew it was for the best. Plus I know Sam is a better influence. I’m no good for her.

My phone was buzzing.

Sam.

“Hey man.”

“Dean hey, is Y/N with you?”

“Nah, she’s taking a break.”

“Oh, ok. I was going to let you guys know the cops think it’s a serial grave robber, evidently this has happened before. From everything I’ve checked out, I don’t see a relation to a monster. Maybe we should just let the cops handle it?”

I sighed. “Yeah that’s fine, we can stick around for a few days to see if anything happens.” 

“You ok dude?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just worry about her.”

“I know you do, but she’s doing better.”

“I know man, I just feel like I’m losing her. I know I stopped hanging with her but I wanted her to be able to heal without me looming over her.”

“Dean, she probably thinks you need a break from her, you know how she thinks.”

“You’re right Sam, I didn’t think about that. God, I messed up.”

“She’ll be back man and you can talk to her, I’ll go grab us some food before I head back.” 

As Dean was finishing his call with Sam, she sneaked back in.

“She’s here now, talk to you soon.”

“Everything ok?” she asked.

Her eyes were red, she had been crying.

Shit, I’m an asshole.

“Uh yeah, Sam said cops think it’s a serial grave robber, it’s happened before. Told him we could stick around for a few days and see if anything happens. He’s grabbing food, and should be back soon.”

She nodded.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” I got up to go towards her.

She backed away.

“It’s ok Dean, I’m just being over sensitive right now.” 

“No you’re not, I shouldn't have brought it up.”

“Dean it’s fine really, let’s just drop it.”

“I don’t want to drop it Y/N, I’ve been awful to you these last few months. I was trying to give you space to heal and it backfired. You think I hate you or can’t stand you. Neither is the case.”

“I understand Dean, I know I can be a lot. It’s ok.”

I raised my voice “But it’s not, I feel like I’m losing you!”

She began to cry. 

“Dean, I was doing fine, great even. Until I realized the biggest part of me was missing you. Sam was great at helping me, sure, but you told me you would stick by my side and you didn’t. I really get it. I’m annoying as hell. Everyone deserves a break. But you know I would do anything for you, hell I have and I know you have done a lot for me. And the fact is, I’m not yours to lose. So stop apologizing, put your big boy pants on, and move on. I’m not going to keep doing this!”

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Y/N’s POV:

Dean took a step back and sighed.

He can’t keep doing this to me and I can’t keep doing this to myself.

I could tell I upset him.

I rubbed my head and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I just don’t need to keep hearing your apologies alright, I get it Dean. You forget I know you better than you know yourself. I’ll be ok, please don’t beat yourself up.”

I moved to hug him. 

He held me in his arms.

Then spoke, “You know I can’t do that sweetheart, beating myself up is my number one hobby.” He laughed.

“Well you need to stop, especially when it comes to me.” I moved back.

“I just need to know it’s going to be ok Y/N, I know I messed up but I will be better. Promise.”

“I know Dean, I know.”

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[shaybreezy-17]

Zoro’s First Time

(Zoro x F!Reader)

TW: Explicit content (smut), suggestive behavior, inappropriate language, potential substance use.

Reader discretion advised.

For ages: 18+

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You sat outside on the deck, a bottle in your hand. You weren’t even close to drunk, just properly buzzed, hoping to grow tired soon.

It was deep into the night, maybe 1 A.M., if you could guess. Everyone had just gone to bed, but not you.

You were fairly new to the Straw Hats and you guys just got back from a particularly intense adventure. You were glad to be part of the crew, but you couldn’t shake all of the pain and bloodshed you and everyone around you endured throughout your recent battle.

A shiver rolled down your spine as you pictured your Captain, Luffy, unconscious. He was utterly exhausted, despite the fight being a couple days ago now. It was now day 3, and he was still out like a light.

You bit back tears, trying not to think about the beatings you took yourself. Your body was in pain, but you felt you had no place to complain as you didn’t have it nearly as bad as most of the others.

Placing your thoughts on the back burner, you got up from the floor of the deck. After grabbing another beer from the kitchen, you decided to pay Zoro a visit in the crows nest where he liked to keep watch.

You figured it wouldn’t hurt, since neither of you could sleep anyway. That, and, the fact that you secretly found Zoro attractive.

When you got to the door, you stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath. You hoped he wouldn’t be annoyed by you stopping by, but you kept your expectations 6 feet under, because you never know with the grumpy Swordsman.

You slowly opened the door. Zoro, who was facing away from you, whipped his head around, hand reaching for the swords attached to his hip.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He said, voice monotone. His body eased up and the grip around his swords loosened. “Did you need something, Y/N?”

“No, I just wanted to check up on you.” You smiled. “Brought you a beer.”

“Uh, thank you.” He replied, reluctantly taking the beer from your hand. “But I’m doing fine.”

“I also can’t sleep, so I was kinda hoping for some company.” You walked over, sitting next to him.

He awkwardly shifted away from you, just a tad. Ouch.

“Do you have an issue with me, Zoro?” Your voice deepened. The Swordsman was definitely taking longer to warm up to you compared to everyone else in the crew and you wanted to know if it was just how he was or if he genuinely didn’t like you.

He glanced over at you, expression hardening. “I never said I did. But you came in here to check on me like I’d need saving from someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” Your eyebrow raised so far up into your forehead, it was sure to have left a wrinkle. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You wouldn’t be able to do much with your size and strength. If anything, I’d be the one saving you.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“First of all, I’m nowhere near weak and petite, you just have enough strength to make any girl feel small around you…” You paused, expression softening. “Look, Zoro, I know I’m only a few weeks into the crew and you probably see me as a worthless addition, but I’m gonna prove myself, kay? Just take a chance on me.”

His eyes failed to meet mine. He looked down at his swords, fiddling with the handles. “If there’s a reason Luffy wants you here, I have no objections.”

“That’s it?” you blurted out, almost way too fast.

“I saw you fighting out there.” He smirked. “You’re feisty, I’ll give you that.”

Your cheeks felt hot. “Oh, thanks. I was pretty terrified. I’m sure you could see that too.”

“At least you’re not dead.” He replied, expressionless once again.

“I saw you too, Zoro. I’d say you’ve really mastered the art of Swordsmanship.” You said, offering a warm smile.

“No, not yet. Not until I become the worlds greatest.” He sunk into his seat, running his hand through his green hair.

You took this opportunity to scoot a bit closer to him. “That’s been your main focus for so long now you probably don’t get to enjoy things most people your age do.” You whispered.

To your surprise, he didn’t scoot away. “Well, I drink like everyone else. There’s not much else to it.”

“That’s true but, have you ever been in love?” You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you hadn’t gone too far.

“Me? Never.” His gaze sharpened. “Love would distract me from being the greatest swordsman in the world.”

“Okay, I can see your point. What about more physical types of activities?”

“Like sports?”

“Mm, no. Like physical activities involving two people…” You wondered if his cluelessness would prevail.

“Like a battle?” He raised his eyebrow in confusion. “I battle all the time, I thought you knew this by now?”

“Oh gosh.” You sighed, facepalming. “Sex, Zoro. I mean sex.”

His eyes widened, face turning slightly red. “Why would you assume I haven’t?”

“What? No, no.” You threw your hands up in the air feigning innocence. “I don’t think you’re a virgin or anything but I’m sure it’s been a while…”

“I’ve never done it before. I’ve been training ever since I was little so I’ve never had time for that.” He admitted.

Your eyes fell to the floor. “Oh.”

“Is that a problem for you?” He asked, seemingly offended.

“No, not at all. I just wonder how much better your workouts would benefit you if you were sexually active.” You shifted closer to him, resting your body against his side.

“What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused. The poor moss head was clueless.

“I mean there’s tons of benefits to having sex. For one, it relieves pain.” You ran your finger across his chest, tracing his scar. “It eases stress.” He watched you, intently. “The sleep afterward is heavenly…” Your finger dipped down to his tree trunk of a thigh. “I mean, the list goes on.”

“So, would this help me become a better swordsman?” He asked, bulge aching with an unfamiliar sensation.

“I mean, don’t take my word for it, I’m not a scientist or anything. It’s just word of mouth…” You tried to speak casually, but you had an ache between your legs too.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You propped yourself on his lap, facing him.

“Hey?! Y/N! What are you doing?” His cheeks were pink, but his expression showed surprise and anger.

“Eh hem” You cleared your throat. “Roronoa Zoro, may I please, have the honor of having sex with you?”

“Eh?!” His eyes grew so wide they were practically popping out of his skull. “Y/N, are you okay? What’s gotten into you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Zoro, I’ve been into you since I first met you but you’re too clueless to see that!” You threw your hands up in the air, still on his lap. “I don’t expect a relationship or anything, I know you’re too focused on being the best swordsman. But, who says we can’t be intimate from time to time?”

“I’m not someone you should be into.” He retorted, raising his eyebrow. “But, if you feel us being intimate will help me improve…” His eyes shot to the floor.

“I do. But, I also don’t want to push you!” You replied. “If you’d like to do this with me, I’d love to, but I’m fine with waiting until you’re ready if it’s not now.” You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

His expression softened, you watched his eyes trail along your body. You’d never seen Zoro look at a woman for this long before…

His hands lightly rested on your hips. “Well my shirt is already off, Y/N…”

You blushed, pulling your top over your head, taking it off. You had no bra on so you felt extra exposed.

His eyes focused on your nipples. You grabbed his hands and guided them along your body until they reached your breasts.

Zoro’s expression was unreadable, but the hardness of his dick below you wasn’t.

“You can squeeze if you’d like.” You whispered.

He silently nodded, cupping your boobs, squeezing here and there. You leaned forward for him to suck on them, to which he complied.

As you leaned forward, Zoro slid your pants and panties down to your knees, while you were still straddling him. You gasped in surprise.

With your nipple still in his mouth, he fumbled eagerly with the waste-band in his pants and pulled his dick out, slapping it against your already soaking wet pussy.

“Wait Zoro!” You yelped, stifling a moan. “I wanna be your first for something else first, too!”

You got off of him and he watched you in silence, confused.

You fell to your knees and took his pants and boxers off completely. Sitting on your knees, propped between his legs, you bent forward taking his dick deeply into your mouth.

It was long and more importantly, thick.

Zoro couldn’t help it. He threw his head back, letting out a loud groan. You sucked just enough for him to edge and then you stopped once you felt his dick throb in your throat.

He propped his head up to look at you in confusion and annoyance. “What was that for? I was almost there…”

You giggled, taking your pants off all the way, clumsily and propping yourself back on to his lap. “You’re so cute when you’re whiny.”

“Hey! I’m not-”

And with that, you slid yourself on to his dick, not even letting him finish his sentence.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He groaned. You rode him even faster, feeling the vibration of your cheeks jiggle up and down as you bounced on his cock. “You’re gonna pay for this.”

His hands flew to your ass, gripping it helplessly. Drool was pooling at the sides of his mouth as he bit his lip, desperately trying not to whimper but he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Without thinking, he flipped you over so you were under him. He knew if you kept riding him, he would’ve came then and there so he had to take control of the situation.

He pinned your arms above your head as he pounded into you. You hoped the loud squeaking of the booth wouldn’t wake the whole crew up, but your moans might’ve already done it first.

He was showing no mercy. With every thrust, you felt your pussy tighten around him, with a burning sensation building up within your whole body. You let out a string of breathy moans that Zoro quickly covered with the one hand that wasn’t holding yours above your head.

You were in complete, total bliss. He was fucking you like a jackrabbit and you were surely going to be sore for the next week at least, but it hurt so good. He had found your g-spot for what felt like ages ago, so it was just a matter of how many times he could make you cum now. Your pussy was a sopping mess at this point, your body spasmed as you squirmed under him, but his grip on your arms was firm. You were probably on your 4th orgasm in a row, as tears ran down your face and the sweat on your forehead made your hair stick to it.

Letting go of your mouth and arms, he shifted his body forward so it was fully hovering over you. His pace slowed as his face was in the crook of your neck, breath hot and heavy.

You relaxed under him, half dick drunk. He kept a slow, consistent pace and you could tell he was finally close to being done. He peppered kisses along your neck, making your entire body shiver. As you wrapped your legs around him tightly, you searched for his lips. You tugged on his hair, causing a moan to escape his lips as he lifted his head up to look at you. You reached up to pull his face back down to yours, sharing a kiss. For someone who might’ve never kissed before, or done anything for that matter, he was making you feel amazing.

As you came down from another blissful orgasm, he followed closely behind, letting out a string of moans and groans before collapsing on top of you.

“I can’t believe it took you that long to cum for your first time!” you whined, out of breath.

“I came earlier too, what do you mean?” He asked, scratching his forehead, in confusion as he sat up.

“You came more than once?” You smirked, but then the realization hit. “INSIDE ME?!”

“Yeah? It felt so good, I couldn’t help it.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, I did say you were gonna pay for riding me like that…”

“Zoro! What if I get pregnant? That’s how babies are made, ya know!” You yelled, examining the glistening folds between your legs.

He hovered his face down to meet your pussy. It looked as though he was examining it. “It’s all dripping out anyway. Should we take you to Chopper and see if he can make a pregnancy blocking medicine or something?”

“That’s so embarrassing, though!” You whined, cheeks turning a deeper shade of red at the thought of Chopper telling the rest of the Straw Hats that you and Zoro went to visit him because you were scared he put a literal baby in you. You could imagine the uproar in the ship and the look on their faces. Neither of you would hear the end of it! “They’ll all find out what we did…”

He laughed, picking your body up and placing you over him in a bridal style position. You both laid naked in each other’s arms, silence being the only thing between you two. “Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea having the rest of the crew know about this…” He finally let out.

You nodded in agreement. “I know… But, Zoro?”

“Yes?”

“I like you.” You bit your lip trying not to bounce of the damn walls with the anxiety welling up inside you. “If we can do this in secret, why can’t you be with me in secret?”

“I-I, Hmm” He paused, as if thinking about what to say next. “I guess I could. You definitely make me feel different than any other woman in my life has…”

He looked at you, with gleaming eyes. You’d never seen Zoro have so much expression in his face before, other than when he was angry. You cupped his face, and leaned in for another kiss, to which is surprisingly obliged.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. And, I don’t say that lightly.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “What if I break your heart?”

“You might, but we’re on this ship to take risks, right?” You smiled. “And if you break my heart, I’ll break your swords and we’ll call it even!”

“Eh!?” His lips curled into a devious smile. He shifted his body and pushed you off of him in the process, back on to the booth. You were on all fours, looking back at him, confused.

“How about I break your back right now? You’re already in position for me…”

The two of you stayed up until sunrise, but nobody kept watch…

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[etoileee]

Hello! I hope you're having a good morning/night! (It's morning where I am) I saw your request for questions and thankfully I'm full of them. Question 1. How's the food at the cafeteria? I've always wondered if it's quality or just regular summer camp food status.

2. Is it strange to see nymphs, and other 'fantasy' beings in your DR? Does it give an uncanny valley effect or does it give off movie CGI but in real-time? Or even cost player terms in looks? Because I would feel like I was in Narnia lol.

3. how are the other campers? Besides the main 6 and Nico, I would imagine them being friendly enough.

4. And finally last question, could you tell who's in who's cabin? I also imagine some gods 'genetics' stick more commonly than not (like Athena kids with gray eyes) but! That's all my questions! Hope I didn't blab your ear off! This is my first time able to ask the little nitty gritty questions of a POJ Dr (all the tic-tok videos I see are either from 2022 or disappeared ;-;) but I'm excited! Thank you and have a good week!

HELLOOOO it is in fact 10pm for me right now so yes I am having a good night! :D glad to hear you are full of questions because I love answering them!

1. I can’t say anything about food yet since I’ve only shifted to my pjo dr once and I was only there for one day, I had woken up there right around 9 pm and that’s dinner is, they did offer me food but I declined because I was too in shock to eat 😭 I do remember percy liking the food in lightning thief though so I’m expecting it to not be too bad

2. YES OMG i’VE ALREADY MENTIONED THAT I PASSED OUT WHEN I FIRST GOT TO CAMP AND SAW CHIRON HAAA

its not necessarily uncanny valley, its more like movie cgi in real time, after my talk with nico on the first night when we were walking back to the campfire to meet with the others again one of em emerged from a tree and I screamed because HELL I WAS SURPRISED OKAY and she kinda just looked and me mischievously and ran off, like she liked the reaction she got out of me lol.

3. I didn’t really interact with any other campers the first night other than the hermes kids and a little bit of interaction with a few apollo kids, after the campfire with the prophecy members I went into the hermes cabin to sleep since I haven’t been claimed yet and even if I was there isn’t a NYX cabin for me to be in. the hermes kids were a mix of like.. stand offish and unserious, they were curious about me and they weren’t shy about it. there was an empty bunk in the cabin and it still had someone’s belongings on it, and I can’t help bit think that stuff is luke’s.

4. with some cabins you can definitely notice similarities! and if they don’t look similar physically its their aura, for I saw some apollo kids walking to the hermes cabin, they were sitting outside smoking weed 💀 there was about six of them and they all had blonde hair and tan skin. as I walked they saw me, the new nyx kid with white eyes and they were definitely surprised and confused but most of them smiled at me to gave me a nod as I walked and I appreciated that :P

im so sorry I fell like I couldn’t give you good answers to your questions 😭 but I hope this satisfies you a little bit! I plan on shifting tonight and I plan on staying for more than one day this time so we’ll see how that goes! and I’ll make sure to come back and tell you all about it! :D

[bloodweavefangnatic]

✨ Companions kisses + romance scenes ✨

Pairing:

Starlach (Fieryblood)

Rating:

10/10

Okay might be a little biased here because I’ve only just tried these two out and I’m obsessed with how adorable they are together (comes to a very close second to Bloodweave 🤭)

Scenes:

10/10

I love the fact that when you first “sleep” with Astarion at the tiefling party — if you’re playing as Karlach — is that, okay, yes he was a little frustrated that he couldn’t sleep with you (her) because of the engine problem but I think this was a good thing because it made him slow down for a little bit (even if he was a little annoyed by it) but he didn’t exactly say “see you bye” and leave the area, what did he do? He actually stayed with you (her) for cuddle and companionship — pun not intended — even though it was something he didn’t usually do

Next up, is how cute , dorky or vulnerable their respective scenes are- both on different ends of emotions so if it’s the graveyard scene that’s happening it’s both vulnerable, sentimental, but also slightly comedic (because really who is Astarion without a little comedy? Even when he’s being a total sweetheart 😂)

or how quirky awkward Karlach’s scene is (if you’re, obviously, playing as Astarion) and how quickly she becomes protective over him — the player, really— after Henk’s nasty attitude

Intimacy:

12/10

Oh. My. God! To be honest I was convinced that they really weren’t all that compatible (what with her morality and his, well, lack of it but that was honestly before I started to realise that there WAS actually more to Astarion’s actual personality than what was on the surface (what we and the other companions already see)

I kid you not I literally fell in love with the way these two were interacting with one another whether it was; pet names (depending which is which currently being played as), the way they kiss one another and just somehow make sense, the way their height differences are completely opposite to each other (which is odd seeing cuz I romanced Gale and Astarion 3 times each so I was used to the “tol and smol” differences 😂)

Conclusion:

Honestly? I just love the idea of any “morally good” companion; whether it’s Halsin, Karlach, Gale, or even, yes, Wyll just showing Astarion that he/she/ or they (all of them 😂) care — now whether romantically or platonically is totally up to you I mean it is called a “choices game” for a reason. So yeah I’m actually glad I made this kinda of canon for Karlach — considering she said she would have ridden Astarion but wouldn’t trust him (I think she was a bit wrong there and was seeing his “above surface personality”

Pairing:

Fieryblade

Rating:

12/10

Okay, I pretty fell in love with them (I’m a sucker for “enemies to lovers” dynamic, the minute these two meet each other although it hits harder and much different when playing their origin run

Scenes:

8/10

Despite not being a “Wyll girlie” I actually did love the socialite dance he performed for and with Karlach (the fact that for once he didn’t judge anyone— and just smiled adoringly at her own version of dance) before trying to wrap up the night of their “date night” — I was a little disappointed when they didn’t sleep together after that (seemed more like a Gale move than anything else 😂) but the kiss(es) are nice and meaningful

Intimacy:

12/10

I just love the fact that, despite Karlach not being able to touch the player (as Wyll), she still sits next to you (similarly to the “Starlach” run) whilst being her most vulnerable and even have the option to kiss her on the lips even if it is a little hot, literally.

Whilst you can’t actually get many romance scenes due to the fact that her engine wouldn’t allow her to touch anyone without burning them it’s still a very wholesome moment all through Act 1 and Act 2 (which is the fun part when she gets her second upgrade in)

However it’s really Act 3 that’s the most fun, even before defeating Gortash shortly after you (as Wyll) enter the city she asks you out on a real date and to “get into anything other than camp gear”. Like I kid you not my heart absolutely melted when that was said and I thought: this could not get any more better.

Boy was I wrong! The date itself was both charming and awkward as fuck like in that cringe “I don’t know what I’m doing” type of thing, but not in a bad way. I absolutely loved every moment of it from the way of ‘let’s pretend we don’t have tadpoles’ to the way she got particularly fired up (pun intended) by Henk’s — owner of the Sining Lute — sour mood

Pairing:

Bloodweave

Rating:

12/10

Scenes:

12/10

I did — do — love how Bloodweave had a magical moment with one another (A. I don’t have the heart to turn Gale down in his “magic lesson” scene and 2. I always head-canon that Astarion WAS a wizard — necromancy for sure — in his past life anyway so win-win! I absolutely loved that you could either choose “imagine kissing Gale” or “Imagine walking hand in hand” or plainly “Imagine you kick Gale” (which I found absolutely hilarious 🤣 because you’ve got all these wholesome stuff and then just a really mean option)

Similar to Karlach (but reversed I guess) is that whilst I didn’t love the whole “Oh we better not sleep together right now because I feel like the orb won’t take it and will blow me up” thing is a bit of an excuse, I kinda understand where he’s coming from. He’d been hurt before so he didn’t want to jump into the relationship straight up like last time (smart Gale smart) although he could have just easily said “I’m not ready for that yet” or “could we slow down a bit”, but then again, as someone having autism; we don’t always communicate properly or feel like we need to come up with a white lie to spare that person’s feelings because we always feel like we’re doing the wrong thing 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh! Act 2 Astral Planes is my absolute favourite scene in the game (despite having very little flirting and barely any action in Act One, which is more on the “wholesome” side of Gale’s romance however by the time one gets to Act 2 is the REAL fun begins; first up — after defeating some monsters (and possibly innocent beings in your Durge run) he actually confesses to the player after painful romantic interactions in the first act you finally get inside Moonrise Towers the scene later that night 😘👌🏻

Next scene is when Astarion and Gale go on a “boat ride” in the Outer Planes (just like the one in Act Two this atmosphere is just as beautiful but this time this time you either talk him down from getting the Crown of Karsus or talk him up into getting it— I personally wouldn’t ever do it again because he becomes so unrecognisable) I absolutely love the fact that you can either “shut him up” by kissing Gale on the lips — I always choose this option 😂 — or just tell him that he’s enough as he is and that he doesn’t need to pursue godhood to be happy; only if you don’t want him to go after the Crown which I really loved in itself because it shows that he will listen to him regardless if he says “go ahead” or “I don’t think it’s a good idea”

Another great thing about all of this in the morning after your “boat date” he will immediately start to call him pet names like for instance my love (I’m sure there is a lot of endearments Astarion’s been called over the last 200 years but I don’t think “my love” is one of them and THAT absolutely makes my heart soar!)

Intimacy:

9/10

The only reason I give this a nine-out-of ten is because 2 of the kisses is pretty chaste and I understand that Gale is a bit of a virgin (emotionally) because he has no problem bragging how “expertised” he is with his tongue 😜 buuuuut WHERE is it? Where is the French-kissing??? Where is the Oscar award for this tongue performance? The only tongue I ever see is when Astarion (again playing as him) ever so slightly dominates Gale’s mouth with the swipe of his own tongue— no wonder his partner moans 😂

However despite all the chivalry I DO DO DO love how gentle they are with one another, from chin-holding-kisses to slightly brushing down to Astarion’s (as the player) shoulder in reassurance and how eyes are held with such reverence for one another as if they’re the only ones in the world — which is actually a big deal for him because he knows that Gale isn’t just going to leave him behind (like so many of his bedmates after post-sex, after feeling like a used toy 🥺)

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Your au makes me happy. Do you have any little tidbits of information that are unlikely to be used for anything, but remain in the back of your mind regardless? Kinda like the TV preferences thing. I'd love to hear anything you're willing to share.

I’m glad you like it, this au and it’s versions of the characters are my children I love them so much!

- FazMike is able to hack into just about anything due to Freddy being connected to the internet.

- Jeremy was kicked out for being trans and was in the process of looking for a place while working at the fnaf 2 location. Freddy did a background check and then Mike invited him to live with them and Evan.

- Mike hates talking to people because he twitches and stutters due to being fused with Freddy. Freddy usually takes over and it’s very disconcerting to the person they’re talking with because they go from Mike’s strange mix of American-English accent, to Freddy’s more “customer service” way of speaking.

- It’s pretty easy to tell the two apart if you know them. Freddy still talks close to his animatronic form and is kind of a mother hen, while Mike is looser with his speech and basically a gremlin like Greg.

- Michael’s mother, Carmen, called him Miguel as a fuck you to William before she left.

- Evan’s special interest is true crime and he quickly gained the title of Gregory’s cool uncle after infodumping to the 9 year old.

- Freddy is very weirded out seeing his animatronic self when FazMike takes a job at the Pizzaplex.

- Evan’s Fredbear plush sits on his desk at his fnaf 1 job, the rest of the time it sits on his bed.

- Evan used the name Mike Schmidt for his job and Mike isn’t sure wether he should feel honored or insulted to be used as an alias.

- Jeremy will tell increasingly strange and unbelievable stories about the scar he got from Mangle. The kids at the beach believe he wrestled a crocodile and lost.

- Mike treats Freddy like an Alexa after learning he’s connected to the internet. (this one my gal thought of)

- Freddy is the actual dad while Mike is the fun dad and lets Greg get away with arson and other crimes.

- Gregory has like 4 dads. Animatronic Freddy, FazMike, and Jeremy.

- Jeremy is the only one with an actually stable job, staying away from Fazbear Entertainment. He’s Mike’s getaway driver whenever his boyfriend commits arson.

- I don’t have much on Helpy yet, but he’s definitely there, kinda like a parrot who knows advanced physics.

- Freddy made Evan a snack every night when he worked night shift.

- Mike is missing most of his internal organs after the scoop, but Ennard never used him as a meat suit because Freddy being fused with Mike confused them. Mike is not purple, but he’s got a gaping hole in his stomach for over a year while it heals up. No one actually knows how he’s alive, but they assume it’s something to do with Freddy being there.

That’s all I can think of so far but I’m sure there will be more in the future. I love these asks!

[kadextra]

after my previous post, I decided to read ahead of the manhwa now bc I can’t wait!!! and I kinda feel like writing down some liveblog thoughts here while doing it :D

here we go, starting from chapter 184

[ MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!! DO NOT CLICK if you haven’t ever read before. I’m so serious its a lot of spoilers. pls just ignore this and scroll on ]

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ummm dokja saying “oh this scenario will be fine! don’t worry i’m prepared this will be problem-free & so very easy haha :)” + getting all emotional about his friends is setting off my red flag senses so hard. dokja you still have the fate message praying on your downfall….

dokja I’m scared. Dokja I Don’t Like This

ah. hah. the demon king guy is literally dead on the floor 🧍awesome

damn I knew this couldn’t be trusted and some plot twist would happen it was never going to be that simple. someone has to take the position now. I hate you nebulaes how about you catch these hands

OH NO JOONGHYUK?? YOU STUPID IDIOT STOP

my boys are fighting o(-(

yo wait turns out the world won’t reset even if he regresses??? but still :( he won’t be able to see this to the end and will get stuck back in the loop :(( joonghyuk has changed so much from the start and I’ve grown to like him a lot he doesn’t deserve this I’ll cry

OF COURSE DOKJA GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF INSTEAD. ITS HIS FAVORITE HOBBY!

dokja’s self reflection of how the reason he survived all the tragedies in his life is bc of TWSA & watching how joonghyuk never gave up…. the whole “it’s because you saved me so now it’s my turn to save you” from a person directed to their favorite character and their favorite story which was their life companion…. honestly I don’t quite have words to describe the way these lines make me feel. it’s just profound and deeply relatable

gilyoung my poor son he doesn’t want his hyung to die 😭

sighs it’s too late. at least demon king dokja looks cool…. now the wings fanart I’ve seen in passing makes sense…..

he’s a goner

I am going to be completely honest. I genuinely expected to be reading more of an epic shounen-style final battle where he uses all the cool corrupted demon powers and maybe goes a little wacky because that’s usually what happens in stories when the protagonist unlocks an evil power and has to fight his friends. NOT THIS????????

the situation has zero hope and he is just standing there one sidedly taking hits from his friends who are forced to kill him. while guiding them on how to do it. smiling and offering them words of encouragement. this is so devastating I feel sick

URIEL MY BABY seeing her cry is the worst it’s torture

of course his stigma is called sacrificial will

STOP

THAT ARTWORK

THEY ARE HIS LOVED FAMILY…… HE LOVES THEM ALL N JOONGHYUK WAS YHR PERSON HE LOVED MOST I CALLED IT I want to hit something

im full on crying now

all the constellations messages of they don’t wish for his death I’m not strong enough

reading this feels like getting ripped apart limb by limb

NO WAY THE FVGTIFJFJCKN HELD BY THE NECK THING RETURNS A THIRD TIME LIKE THIS??? STOOOPPPPPPPP

uriel T-T

he died

demon king of salvation

need to just lay here for a bit

ok I’m back joonghyuk is disassociating from the grief. relatable

“What if Yoo Joonghyuk went back and there was no Kim Dokja? or what if Kim Dokja never acted like this again? Yoo Joonghyuk was afraid of something for the first time.”

“He met Kim Dokja in his third regression and they became companions. Then he lost Kim Dokja”

he cares for him so much

a scenario without dokja.

whag did I just read

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UGH that was so good. emotional damage was an understatement now I get why ppl were warning me

why did I decide to do this in the middle of the night…. I need to stop now I’m tired but how am I going to sleep? im haunted with thoughts

it’ll take a bit longer for the manhwa to adapt this part but I’m honestly really glad I continued reading and got to imagine it all myself in detail first- it hit so hard. I’ll let it sit and take a few days break before I continue. excited to see how they adapt it into drawings and cry all over again cause this wound ain’t healing for a while

I have the need to recommend this story to all my friends and family

oh right!!!!

the other day I went through youtube animatics & saved some that I could watch when finishing certain chapters into a note (thank goodness most put a warning of when to watch in the first few seconds!)

since I finished 188, I get to watch this one :D

I just watched it

I cry myself to sleep

[echidna-enquiries]

Thunderhawk approaches this family of Guardians curiously, sporting an excited demeanor. “Hello there Guardians! I’ve heard lots from Iris and even Fae about you all. I’m curious, do you all do anything fun together as a family beyond the usual Guardian duties?”  

Marcello: (grins widely) Oh I'm SO glad you asked! (his tail gives an excited wag) We actually try to have meals together, a few times a week at the very least. It's mostly at dinner, it's actually quite successful. It cuts down on how many of us have to cook individually, cuts down on too many leftovers in the fridge, and it's just nice to be able to sit together like a family. STRICTLY no work talk at the table, that's the one rule. (he laughs)

Johnathan: (Quickly pokes his head in) I like to try to have movie nights with the family, or even try to watch shows together, it's a lot of fun, although it's never everyone... kinda impossible to get somethign EVERYONE likes BUT it's still great with a good chunk of us. I even manage to get Shepherd on board occasionally... although his movie tastes are a bit too intense for everyone.... (nervously laughs)

Marcello: Oh! and game nights too! We'll change between trying those video games that Lance tries to recommend or the classic board games. Morgan likes to try these sort of roleplaying dice games. I've gotten sucked in quite a few times! (chuckles)

Johnathan: And some of us like to try and go on outings together, like Seth will into the city quite a lot and he usually is happy to go alone but he's always happy if someone wants to come with him, and some of the others do.

Marcello: And last thing that came to mind, they're rare but if we CAN we actually really enjoy having at least a vacation day where we can just have a break from work. They're really hard to get by though. Johnathan: Yeah... (Looks sad for a moment, pouting but perks up after a moment) Remember the last one we went to?

Marcello: Ah yeah, we went to a beach off island. It was SO nice. Everyone had a nice time... well, a least most of us.

Johnathan: Aw, the less outdoorsy ones found a way to enjoy it, remember the boardwalk? We didn't force them outside for long.

Marcello: Yeah... Agh, sorry! We're rambling! (he laughs) But yeah, we really do try to do stuff together. Not force it mind you, we all still do live together and work together but... we want to still try and have moments where we can bond and feel like a family. : D

[ofseaandstarz]

Okay does anyone ever like cling into something someone said in a conversation that was probably meaningless to them but in someway meant everything to you? Because I do a lot, especially with my one friend.

So We go to the same church and we were at the yearly party/Vidgil we have the night before Good Friday. So we play our usual game of hide and see in the dark of the Church. Everyone teams up and (since me and friend have been being friends more) we teamed up. First round we were looking around for somewhere to hide when he pulls out this god spot of a hiding place.

In the church at the side entry doors there’s this little like room in between two sets of doors. There were these huge stone pillars framing the doors and that’s where we hid (much to my objection) we were out of sight but still in the building.

So we were whisper talking about the others not being able to find us and our friends and school.

We were sitting there across form each other waiting for our friends to come and find us, and I decided to let him in on a secret I’ve been holding onto for a while now. (For context we were somewhat friends before Covid when I was around 10/11 and he was 13/14 then the pandemic hit and we lost contact, but we reconnected a few months ago and it’s awesome) Anyway in 5th grade when all you talk about with your friends is new movies and boys and crushes, someone is bound to ask who you have a crush on. And me being the honest 5th grader I was told the truth “no one” but pretty sure we all know that is never believed and they asked me again and I panicked saying the first name that came to mind (name of new friend from church)

like a couple weeks before that night I had been talking to my two friends (I’ll call M and A) about it (the vidgil, my friend,) and the one story came up. A started calling him “crush boy” and M caught onto it and did aswell (all on good fun) but I thought I was going to die, because I knew that they’d meet at some point most likely at my Confiration since his younger sisters were also getting confirmed. I had no interest in them meeting and A and M calling him “crush boy”

So four years later here I am sitting on the stone floor of a church hiding from our friends in the dark with that same friend telling him the whole story (I’ll be honest it took a bit to get there I was very reluctant at first) waiting to be called weird and immature but he looks at me with a goofy smile on his face and the only thing he says is “I’m honoured it was me” and then conversation moved on a bit and we’re still sitting on the floor somewhat silence someone talking and I don’t really remember what brought I up but he laughs and says some thing along the lines “you know we’re kinda like Steve and Robin, sitting here on the floor of an empty room talking about the randomest things”

And let me tell you I died, I smiled and i know it was a big one that was partially covered by the darkness. “Yea, the bisexual and and lesbian”

Yea so that entire experience had basically been stuck to be like glue and I very much have hyper fixated on the the fact he compared me to my favourite supernatural fighting, sarcastic lesbian who I’m probably unhealthy in love with. Now I regularly call him Dingus and Harrington.

This post ended up being much longer than I planned but in some way I’m slighting glad it worked

This memory would save me from Vecna

[theunstuffedpepper]

My fave thing to do with pep lately - my happy place, if you will. Set up the splash pad and water table in the yard, bring some drinks and maybe ice cream, set up our chairs, and play. Aaand keep my ears open for approaching bears. 😅

Seems as though the worst of the nausea is over (for now at least) and I’m so grateful. These final weeks of pregnancy are already so hard on the body - it’s very pleasing to at least be able to eat meals without feeling like puking all the time. Little things.

I’m starting to think about maybe just taking the weeks off work once I hit the 38-week mark. Both my first and second boys came in week 38, just a day apart from one another, so I’m kinda convinced this little dude will do the same. Why not, right? And if not, my OB wants to induce once I hit week 39. So, either way, at least I won’t have to worry about going late.

This tiny baby is the most active out of my 3, that’s for sure. Sometimes I swear he’s trying to tunnel out of my belly button.

The house we’re buying for MIL to live in? They had to do some work on the septic and the seller agreed to pay for it, so that’s still on track. We’re supposed to close tomorrow, Monday, and it seems like way too tight of a timeline since they were still wrapping up repairs Friday. Either way, should be soon. MIL stayed with us for two nights this past week and it was fine. She goes above and beyond to not impose, so much so that it kinda makes me feel uncomfortable. Like, if both me and B are sitting on the couch watching tv with her, she won’t join us on the couch and sits on the floor “just in case we want to stretch out.” I’m glad she’s considerate, but I also want her to be able to be comfortable at our house. Hopefully we strike that balance eventually.

Here’s to the last few weeks before we start a new chapter, in a few different ways.

[amorest-viesse]

[To The World Of Our Friends] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira

An Incredible Night Beneath The Stars - Chapter 1

[Living Room]

Kitty: I haven't seen you in a while, Chloe, Akira. How have you been?

Chloe: I've been great~! I’m so glad we get to see each other again, right, Master Sage?

Akira: Yep! It’s incredible to be able to sit down with you again.

That day, Hello Kitty and her friends found that they could suddenly use magic and came to this world to see us.

Kitty: I wanted to see everyone again too. We probably can’t stay long, but I’m grateful for the time we can spend together.

Chloe: In that case, we better make the most of it! I wanna do lots of things together like, “Yay! You’re really here!” kinda vibes, y’know?

Akira: Agreed! Let’s have as much fun today as we can. What do you guys want to do?

Chloe: Hmm, let me think… Ooh, I wanna make something for Miss Kitty!

Kitty: Why, I would love that!

Akira: It’s something only you could do for her.

Chloe: Ehehe, I’m glad you like the idea! What kind of clothes do you want? I can make anything, so don’t be shy!

Kitty: Hmm, I wonder…

Kitty: I would love a pretty dress to wear for a piano recital, but a cute apron for making sweets also sounds nice.

Kitty: Oh, I just can’t decide.

Chloe: Alright then, let’s make both!

Kitty: Will you be fine with that?

Chloe: Of course I am! Just leave it to me! We can get started right now, actually. Do you guys wanna head to my room?

[Door Open]

Cock Robin: Master Sage, are you here!?

Akira: Sir Robin, what’s wrong?

Cock Robin: My apologies, but we just received an urgent request…

Akira: …! Understood. Oh, umm….

Chloe: We can get started in the meantime. Good luck on the mission!

Kitty: Good luck, Akira! Let’s meet up again once you’re done, alright?

Akira: I’m so sorry about this, but I’ll head back as soon as I can!

The two of them waved me goodbye, and I headed out for the mission.

♡♥♡

[Hallway]

Akira: (It’s a bit late now… I better hurry to Chloe’s room.)

Akira: It’s me, Akira. Can I come in?

Chloe: Of course!

Akira: Alright then…

[Chloe’s Room]

Kitty: Welcome back, Akira!

Wearing an elegant dress, Kitty greeted me with a spin, twirling to show off her outfit.

It was red with a matching ribbon and delicate lace accents around the collar to match. The entire composition felt balanced, yet elaborate all at once—a perfect fit for Hello Kitty.

Akira: Wow, you look beautiful…! Compared to your usual cutesy style, this outfit is so chic! I love the new look!

An Incredible Night Beneath The Stars - Chapter 2

Kitty: Ehehe, thank you. This is such a beautiful dress. It makes Kitty so happy! Chloe is amazing as always, isn’t he?

Chloe: All I’m doing is bringing out your natural charm! I had a ton of fun making it too!

As the two of them complimented each other back and forth, their voices seemed to skip and dance merrily.

Akira: (I’m sure they had a great time talking to each other while Chloe was sewing. They both love fashion after all.)

Chloe: Alright, now let’s model the next outfit.

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!

As Chloe cast his spell, both of their outfits changed into clean, white aprons.

Akira: …Oh?

Then, when I looked down, I noticed my clothes had changed to match theirs as well. All three of us were now wearing aprons embroidered with apples and piano keys.

Kitty: Chloe granted my wish. I wanted to have matching aprons with you and the other Western wizards too!

Akira: Kitty…! Thank you so much. I absolutely love this…!

Chloe: Miss Kitty was the one who came up with the design. Isn’t it great?

Akira: It’s greater than great! I love how it’s both cute and casual at the same time, nice going.

Kitty: Ufufu. It makes me happy to be able to wear such lovely outfits with my friends ♪

Kitty: Now, we can accomplish the last thing I want to do together.

Chloe: Oh? What’s that? I wanna know!

Kitty: I’d like to make sweets with everyone.

Akira: Wow, that’s a great idea!

Chloe: That sounds super fun! I don’t bake very often, but I’d love to try it with you.

Kitty: Thank you! Next, we have to decide what to make. Is there anything the two of you would like?

Akira: Not really… Anything would be fine by me.

Chloe: Tarts, muffins, apple pie… Everything sounds delicious. I can’t decide either…

Kitty: Ufufu, it’s okay to take your time. Kitty can wait.

Saying that, Kitty began to hum a little song. It was a bright and cheerful tune.

Kitty: ~♪ ~~♪

Chloe: …Oh! Weren’t you humming that earlier when we were coming up with the apron design?

Akira: I’ve heard that melody before! It’s strangely familiar for some reason…

Kitty: Oh? Do you know it? It’s the song I like to sing when I’m making sweets.

Kitty: Especially when I’m making popcorn. I like to think it gives the corn a little extra pop!

Chloe: Haven’t you made us popcorn before, Master Sage?

Akira: Yep. It’s a treat made by heating up corn kernels—

Suddenly, we made eye contact—like the same thought just crossed our mind—and smiled.

Chloe: Miss Kitty!

Akira: We know what we’re going to make!

An Incredible Night Beneath The Stars - Chapter 3

[Puroland]

Chloe: Thank you for teaching us that song, Miss Kitty. It was super fun singing while we made popcorn together.

Akira: The other Western wizards seemed like they had a pretty good time too. Murr was bouncing around like he was popcorn the whole time.

Kitty: I had a lot of fun too! I’m so glad we got to spend this time together ♪

After a successful world-hopping trip, it was now Kitty’s turn to invite us to Puroland.

To thank us, she wanted to give us a tour in exchange.

Chloe: If you ask me, just getting to wear these cute fits is plenty!

Kitty: Ufufu, thank you. However, I want to do even more for you to show my appreciation.

Kitty: Could you two come with me? There’s a place I want to show you.

As we followed her, the landscape transformed into more natural scenery as the trees grew into a forest around us.

Kitty: This is the place. The night sky looks especially beautiful from here, so I wanted to stargaze with you.

Looking upwards, my breath was taken away.

Chloe: Whoa…!

Akira: Amazing! The sky is filled with stars…!

Kitty: Isn’t it wonderful~♪ And there’s one more surprise too.

Kitty: <<Makkuromi>>!

Kitty casted a spell, causing something to appear.

Chloe: Is this… a bonfire? Oh! And marshmallows!

Kitty: Let’s make this the best night ever by telling stories and toasting marshmallows under the stars.

Akira: Wow, it’s a picture-perfect scene…!

Chloe: This night is gonna be incredible! You’re the best, Miss Kitty!

We sat ourselves around the fire with excitement and began skewering marshmallows.

Akira: There’s nothing quite like toasted marshmallows.

Chloe: Right, right? They’re so much fun every time.

Chloe: Oh, I have an idea. Since you have a popcorn song, why don’t we make up a marshmallow one too?

Kitty: That’s a great idea! I’m sure it’ll make our treats taste even yummier.

Kitty: I wonder what the lyrics should be. If we’re describing marshmallows, “white” comes to mind…

Chloe: And fluffy…

Akira: Then they get all sticky when you heat them up. The way the texture completely changes makes it fun. It’s almost like magic.

Chloe: Oh that’s a great line! It is almost like magic!

Kitty: I agree, it’s wonderful! I suppose we have our lyrics then.

Kitty: White and fluffy~♪ Sweet and tasty~♪ Let’s cast a fiery spell on our marshmallows~♪

Kitty: Alright everyone, together now!

Chloe & Akira & Kitty: Yummy magic~♪ Yummy magic~♪

As we sang our new song under the stars, toasting marshmallows together, the smiles we shared shone brighter than the bonfire.

Sweet Memories Together - Card Episode

[Kitchen]

Chloe: Hmhmhmm~♪

Akira: (Ah, it’s Chloe. He has his apron on, so maybe he’s making something?)

Akira: Good afternoon, Chloe. You seem like you’re in a good mood.

Chloe: Oh, Master Sage! Did you catch me humming? Ehehe, that was a bit embarrassing.

Akira: I’m sorry for surprising you like that, but you seemed like you were having a good time. Are you making… popcorn?

Chloe: Yep. I was thinking about when Miss Kitty visited and how much fun I had with her and the other Western wizards.

Chloe: It made me miss her all of a sudden, so I decided to make some popcorn in her honor.

Chloe: I was also going to try the secret ingredient she told me about while we were toasting marshmallows!

Akira: Caramel, right? You’re supposed to heat up some butter and marshmallows to drizzle over the mix…

Akira: Then, you sing the song she taught us.

Chloe: Exactly, If I do all that, we’ll definitely meet again right?

Chloe: But when I tried singing, it was difficult for me to replicate the chants by myself, so I ended up humming it instead.

Akira: Ahaha, is that what happened? In that case, I’ll sing with you. Just leave the chants to me!

Chloe: Really? Thank you! I feel a lot better singing with you here too.

Chloe: Alright then, let’s do this! One and two…!

Home Screen Voice Line

“Miss Kitty was the one who came up with the apron design! Isn’t it cute? All of the Western wizards wore this while we were making popcorn together. Hey, do you wanna sing that super fun song Miss Kitty taught us? I’d love your help with the chants!”

[likeadeadbattery]

Clocky And The Supreme Yapping Session (AT: Clocky’s “Lost Media”)

Fair warning that this post might be long, as I’m discussing what I remember and shit. This is my own personal stuff that I’d consider “lost media”, basically “childhood” mysteries of mine or whatever.

Circles in the Stream

This book was the one that inspired the whole post. It’s been one of my biggest mysteries for years, something I was trying to figure out that has always been in the back of my mind.

So, I remember this book from early elementary school. For context, my elementary school had book swaps- you brought in sum books and got to take others. This was likely where I got this one.

I used to be really obsessed with it and would draw the creatures in the book. My mom stole this book from me and gave it to my twin sister (despite the multiple HELL NOs I gave her) to bring to the book swap and I never saw it again. Remind me to punch my sister whenever I see her next?

So, I remembered this book VERY VERY vaguely. Just the cover and an aspect of the title. I originally thought it was ‘Ripples’ something. I remembered the fact it looked early 2000’s-ish and kinda anime girl style? Also that somewhere in the book, it described each of the creatures in detail.

I finally couldn’t take it anymore and last night I did a whole bunch of deep research to find it- otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. I would’ve used the Tipofmytongue subreddit, except for the fact that I don’t use Reddit. It was a Buzzfeed article about early 2000’s book fairs in the end that saved my ass. (Remember those? The good times lol.)

MY PARENTS WERE NOT FUCKING HERE

All together now, folks- my parents were NOT having sex!!!

I remembered this entry very vaguely. I used to be in Girl Scouts around this time, so that’s where the diary is from.

I also remember what happened here too- I was in bed or something, tryna go to sleep, and it was a VERY nasty arguement downstairs. the kitchen. As little Clocky described it, what I remember the most is them “saying the f word all night.” Meaning, more like SCREAMING IT at the top of their lungs.

Baby’s First Fanfic!!! 🥹

It was in a diary similar to the F Word one. I cannot find this one for some reason.

It was a story that I didn’t think of as a fanfic at that time- in fact, I don’t think I even really knew what fanfics were at that time.

I remember that it was FNAF, ofc. And that Bonnie might’ve been the villain. Bonnie was always the villain in my stories and games for some reason. I remember this specific scene with batteries? Maybe a pit of them? Might’ve been batteries for the animatronics.

The Divorce Diary

That’s all I can really call this one. It wasn’t even a diary, just a single page in a black notebook.

This was also early elementary Clocky’s, maybe late? Around 4th-5th grade. I would find it again, but the only problem is that Ma has a giant box of unused notebooks, and Clocky had a penchant for grabbing them and hoarding them. I have no idea now, maybe I even threw away that one.

You see, at this time, my parents’ marriage was VERY rocky for some reason. I remember one particular night, they were gonna get a divorce. Ma was slumped against the wall in my sister’s room and we were both here. She was crying and shit. I was unaffected- literally just sitting there eating Pirate Booty. She was telling us all about it and showing us places she was gonna rent and go live, and I think even giving us options for who we’d wanna live with. There’s… so many problems with this, now that I think about it???

My Ma had encouraged me to keep a diary after that. I tried it once, in that black notebook, and never picked it up again. I’m both glad and sad about that.

On one hand, it would’ve been super dark. Dad liked hitting me and calling me names and shit even back then, and this was around the time where I really really wanted to kill myself the first time around. Yeah. Elementary school Clocky wanted to kill herself.

But then I would also know for sure that I wasn’t tripping balls, that these things really happened. That he really did and said some of that shit.

“I never thought having another family would go like this.” - My dad, in the middle of an argument/confrontation with little Clocky and Frankie. Oh yes, he def said this to our faces. Little Clocky was a brat, a fucking piece of shit, but gosh, sometimes I wish someone had held her and sung her a lullaby or something. Not tell her to keep stuff inside the household, or tell her she has a penchant for dramatics when she showed them in writing what her dad did to her.

[honeyhour]

“nothing apparently, but i’ve recently discovered that finding like-minded people helps.” she doesn’t enjoy the fact that jesper has suffered similarly and if she somehow got the chance to meet his parents, she can’t say she would be able to plaster on a smile as if they’ve done nothing wrong, but there is a comfort in knowing he understands the feeling of neglect better than most. if there was ever a fucked up silver lining to find, that would be it. “that’s definitely okay to say because it’s actually a lot nicer than what i’m usually thinking about them. i’m glad someone else finally sees it the way i do… although i guess the way they are isn’t really such a big problem for you personally, huh? you basically won over my whole family in one night and i haven’t been able to get any of them on my side in over twenty years. that must feel pretty nice.” if she thinks about the ease in which he achieved it for a moment too long, it’ll absolutely start to ruin the good mood she found herself in, but it’s impossible not to bring it up. sitting by and watching while they lauded him for all his accomplishments had a real sting to it, even if she was happy for him to finally get the reaction he desired. “i don’t know if i agree with that last part, but i hear you. i guess as long as you like it, that’s all that matters.” at least he has his own place to decorate as he sees fit, whether that means keeping it clean and minimalist or not. it must be nice to have true privacy available whenever you need it. “uh, you said something before about being kinda restless all the time, always needing to be doing something? if you ever want company for that, you can give me a call. i don’t mind helping you organise your sock drawer or wash dishes or something. if you’ve gotta do it, it might be better not do it alone.”

"it shouldn't because that's kind of their fucking job but what can you do?" clearly just shut up and put up with it if este and jesper are good enough examples. if these are the cards they've been dealt with and, especially as children, they didn't have great alternatives, the best hope is to grow up strong enough to overcome the adversary eventually... right? if only he still didn't seek their fucking approval even now; that's the one thing este seems to have a much better grasp on. with este's turn to open up, jesper takes the time to casually sip on his drink and locks his attention on hers. her path to growth was quite different, more painful in his opinion. "is it okay for me to also say, in the nicest way possible, that your family sucks ass? from what you've told me, you've kinda been a prodigy since you were really little... and they didn't think to nurture that? nurture you? get the fuck outta here..." obviously murmured to himself and not at her, words muffled by the rim of the mug that juts out of his mouth. as a child, there should have been no room for doubt that she was an important member of their family. that support and encouragement is a given, not a right. "i figured you would, at least to some degree. i know that doesn't make it any less palatable though, especially since most of the stuff has already passed." her question takes him off-guard and he lowers the mug as if it made thinking on it any easier. "to be honest, that's just because i can be a bit of a neat freak in my own home. i guess in the event that they swing by unexpectedly, i want things in order... but i also realize that i don't have much of a personality. not one that's conducive to decorating homes, anyway."