#probably the sweetest soda I've ever had

[sloanthewench]

They peeped my Pepsi

[callme-holly]

shmoopie, I've missed you. general johnny cade headcanons *angelic music starts playing in the background*

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - should i be making a revision plan? yes. did i stop to write these instead? obviously.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 410 words

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Johnny does not need babying.

Stop it. He is not a wuss, okay?? Stop treating him like he’s incapable of defending himself. He’s not. 

Now that that’s cleared up, let’s move onto the good shit.

Johnny is a cat person. Try and change my mind.

He’s feeding all the stray cats at the lot before he even thinks about feeding himself and I bet my entire life savings that he’s got this really scrawny, ratty looking cat that follows him around everywhere. 

I think he can cook pretty well. Like he would have had to have fed himself at home (I don’t imagine his parents ever bothered cooking) so he sort of had to learn himself with the help of the Curtis brothers. 

He is sassy. Do not fuck with him; he will shut you down faster than you can blink.

He probably steals stuff from people at school. Maybe not intentionally. He might borrow something off of someone and then forget to give it back, but he will never return it after.

He’s probably got a little box of random trinkets he has collected over time. They’re all irrelevant things and not at all needed, but he just doesn’t want to throw them away in case they become important in the future (they wont.)

He spends most nights over at the Curtis home, so much so that he practically lives on the floor of Soda and Pony’s room. They tell him to take the couch, but he refuses everytime. 

He strikes me as the kinda of person who will sit out in the rain and just watch a storm. He doesn't care if he gets sick and will only come inside if he really has to. 

He is crazy good at card games. He’ll win everytime and Steve swears down on everything he owns that Johnny cheats. Steve is just a sore loser. 

He’s very protective over certain members of the gang. While he won’t confront someone directly if they are bad-mouthing one of his friends, he will certainly shoot them dirty looks until they get the hint.

He probably talks to bugs when he’s alone at the lot. He seems like that kind of person.

Like he sees a bee or something, and he’ll just be sitting watching it and talking to it. 

Overall, Johnny is the sweetest and is tougher than most people give him credit for <33

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[xxchthonicreaturexx]

Hey, I saw that your requests are open, so I was wondering if you could write what spending Valentines Day with the Greasers + Tim & Curly would be like. I honestly love your writing so much. If you don't want to do it that's totally fine, it's completely up to you.

-🤍����

OKIE DOKIE so this was extremely late... (I am so deeply sorry) andddd I'm going to be writing requests in a much simpler way for a while until I have all of my motivation back. Please bare with me :') 🙏

Starting with...

Darry: He's old fashioned, as I've said before. He is the Valentine's master. Flowers? Check. Nice button down? Check. Dinner reservations? Check. Pretty little necklace or something equivalent? Check. Homemade chocolate cake? Check. Foot rubs after you get back home? Duh, of course.

Had this planned for weeks in advance. Definitely ends the night with the sweetest kiss imaginable after y'all just reminisced on your first date together. Everything's somehow perfect and the boys have been oddly quiet today, almost as if they were threatened to stay far away from you guys.... 🤔🤨 hmm...

Sodapop: Another smoothass romantic, however it's not as perfect as Darry's date. Soda would definitely bring the flowers and chocolate but would probably be running slightly late due to the fact his hair wasn't working with him, or Steve caught him up chatting too long. He really means well though! The entire night his attention is completely focused on you, which is pretty good considering how easily distracted this guy can get.

Y'all go it for milkshakes <3 definitely tries to sneak some fries without you noticing but it's all in good fun. and then after the milkshake is gone he FOR ONCE won't fight you for the cherry. He usually will fight tooth and nail to get that cherry, but tonight he's just "You can have it :D". You see the way his eye twitches though...give him the cherry you heartless monster.

Ponyboy: I'm going to say something you guys would NEVER guess. You ready? Love poem. GASP. Who would've guessed? Yeah anyways, love poem, but it's so good? Like better than the shit you'd write your mom in elementary school. Our boy worked so hard on it too. His garbage can is just filled with scrapped paper and rewrites of the poem. He even accompanies it with a cute little sketch. He's not the best artist, but he certainly tried and it's so endearing too.

Other than that he's kind meh. He'll hand it over, tell you happy Valentine's day and then it's just kinda? Y'all hanging out like usual? Maybe a little more cuddly than normal. That's about it. He's very casual about the holiday.

Johnny: Sweet Johnnycakes. My boy. My baby <3 he had been a bit distant the days leading up but that's just because he had been working so damn hard. Baby boy was working at the drive in, sweeping up popcorn and stuff for some extra cash just so he could buy you that outfit you had been eyeballing. Cue him leading you to the cutest picnic you've ever seen and him handing you the gift, wrapped in a pretty little bow too. His wrapping skills are definitely not the best, but you're opening it anyways so who cares?

The sweetest thing all night. His touches are so gentle and loving and the picnic is breathtaking once y'all watch the sunset together. You guys talk a lot about the future and how far y'all have come. Cutest goddamn thing ever if you're into wholesome stuff.

Two-bit: He's exactly on the line between sexy valentines and sweet valentines. It's hard to tell if he's trying to score a home run or he's genuinely just flirting with you because it's a cute holiday.

Probably gifts you some cute lingerie as a joke. As a "joke" 🙄 you can see right through him, though he does get a kick out of your reaction. A part from him genuinely being a bit of a perv he is actually very loving with you and will definitely take you out to go downtown shopping... "Shopping." We all know he'll sneak a few things off the shelf for you without you noticing <3

Steve: He's a bit of a dummy <3 genuinely forgot. Like- he tries his best but the day completely slipped his mind. Don't worry though! The boys made sure to remind him before he saw you though! He doesn't have anything planned out, but he does stop to grab some flowers and a cake. Was the cake necessary? Nah but it was a nice gesture.

Kinda similar to Johnny, you guys have a nice little picnic in the back of his truck, however his was a lot less plannes out and much more impulsive. There was no blanket or fancy drinks, but there was coke bottles, cake, and a lot of laughing, so he totally made up for it.

Dallas: Haaaa did you think you'd get out of this alive? I'm kidding. Dallas is slightly similar to Tim, but more so he's just not a mushy lovey guy. There's no huge declaration of love or some big gift giving ceremony. He will, however, put his chain around your neck and then tug on it to pull you into a kiss.

Definitely not getting away unscathed. You will have an insane amount of marks left on you, but hey man, it's Valentine's day so 🤷 what did you expect? Definitely the type to be in bed all day, though not necessarily in an NSFW way. Sure, that's a huge plus, but he's also pretty content with you tucked into his arm as he listens to your heartbeat.

Tim: He didn't forget, he just was hoping you didn't remember. Sorry to the Tim lovers, but he sees Valentine's as an extremely pointless holiday. And I mean...? He's kinda got a point but then again, it's still nice to spend the day with your significant other, soooo.... But anyways, like I said he didn't forget. He actually has a small gift for you just Incase you brought it up, though if you don't he'll pretend like he just so happened to think of you when he was out.

He's not all mushy or lovey dovey, but if you happen to remind him he will give you some of the sweetest kisses you've ever gotten for him just so he can shut you up. And maybe if you're good, he'll take you to do something fun later on in the night like dancing. Though, if you're not the type to go dancing at an actual club (is that what they're called in the 50's????) Then he has no issue swaying back and forth with you in the living room as the radio softly plays in the background.

Curly: Actually really good with Valentine's surprisingly. He saw how ruined his parents relationship was at a young age, so even though he's a hood he still makes sure to be the best boyfriend he absolutely can be. Gets you some flowers. However, by that I mean he's actually one of the guys that takes the time to go out to the park and pick the wildflowers for you. Yeah... you're not actually supposed to do that, of course, but hey. Free flowers that he handpicked? Good enough!

Begs Tim to let him borrow the car so he can take you joyriding at night. It's extremely fun, though after y'all are done burning rubber, it'll easily turn into a nice little cruise while his hand rests on your thigh and your song is playing on the radio. <3

[madamescarlette]

Hi! List five things that make you happy; then, if you'd like to, put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you and spread some positivity! 🧡

There are probably more than enough of these in my inbox to go a little wild little crazy, so I'm like, why not list 25 things? (Love you Elli sending you my love!!!)

Dr. Pepper, but like no legitimately sometimes my reason for living is for the day I'll drink my darling battery acid soda next.

The feeling when you look right into a carnation and you keep wondering if you'll ever look right into the heart of it but it's constantly enfolded by a thousand tiny powdery folds. The mystery of it and the joy of it.

The gentle joy in my heart when people call me "Miss" Eden now. I don't actually know if it's a Southern-ism? But folks haven't really called me that since I was a little girl, but all of a sudden somebody did recently and it made me delighted for no reason at all. There's a weird perfect affection to it that's a joy to my heart.

Things that are blue in all shades and shapes and sizes, not least of all the particular eternal-blue of the October sky (headed towards me very soon!!!)

When you pick out a book on a whim and you might not be able to tell if it's truly good, but it reaches your HEART, and you have to cry in meeting it and being met in kind. (Indiscretion by Jude Morgan I still can't tell what I felt about you but you did make me cry so you know. There's that.)

Speaking of crying, I made (perhaps...the self-destructive?) decision to watch Persuasion 1995 and Miss Potter back to back last week and reader, I wept and I wept, but my emotions were in such a gooey state that I truly could not regret a bit of it. What's better than watching two of your old favorites and being enfolded by them?

Maybe a funny blessing, but I'm back in a choir that sings new things weekly and it is such a part of my heart that I had missed and I feel that part of me unfolding again from being hidden in the background for so long. JOY!

I have brand new glasses and will perhaps get another pair soon and I'm just. Vastly excited about it. They're like a shiny new facet of me and I love it.

So what if I'm an old lady and it brightens my heart endlessly that I can make my own tapioca pudding whenever my heart so calls for it. It's the little things in life babey.

Whenever I see my college best friend these days she HAS to pick me up when she's hugging me and spin around for a minute. And truly, everything to me.

I've kept this particular ProZD video open in my tabs since he posted it months ago because it never fails to make me cry-laugh I love this place so MUCH

It's just the right season to start wearing my beloved caramel-colored sweater again and it makes me the happiest to be back in my proper warm colors again. The world is right, you know?

Having Laufey's new album to listen to at lunch when I sit by the window and look outside into my favorite tree is such a beautiful memory that's going to endure burning bright in my soul for a very long time I think.

Similarly, having Maisie's album to happily caterwaul to when I drive to and fro as the sky paints itself a bright gracious blue or a heart-warming pink has been such a companion and comfort to my heart this summer, and I can't quite express how much it means to me. I haven't had an album be my friend this much in a minute, and I really needed that.

My brothers have taken to texting our sibling gc whenever they make some recipe they're particularly proud of lately, and it's so sweet and heartfelt to me whenever they all cry out in joy over each other.

Recently there was a visiting priest at church, and the joy when all of us in the choir realized simultaneously that he was Irish when he started talking was the funniest and sweetest to me. (Both my and my choir director's heads snapped up at the same time and it was the silliest billiest!!)

One of my grandfather's paintings sits on my wall now for me to look at every morning, a painting of the view out of his window, and it's just. Love to me, that's all.

I've been on a burst of reading again after a long period of stillness, and I just hit my goal (100) rather. sooner than I thought I would! It's a simple but beautiful thing! The gears of my brain are still moving after all, praise be for that.

I'm slowly coming out of my hardened, much-loathed yet unfortunately comforting shell of fear that I've lived in, fed and watered for the past few months. It's not much, but let's cheers to that. I sleep though the night and I go where I'm wanted, indeed!

I haven't gotten to play in the sandbox of story truly shamelessly and heedless of my own inner critic, but pray for me that this Inklings helps me break out of that. My mind is already turning, trying to spin something new, and it's also like meeting an old part of myself.

I decided to give Katherine Center's books another try recently, and I'm actually so glad that I did because she has the funny knack of making her characters into actual people, which not every romcom maker has the trick of. (Not a dig, btw, I am a romcom lover of old-- but even I must admit it's so nice to follow characters that act in the ways an adjusted adult does. Me at the end of the work day can only take so many fraught conversations, you know?)

Also might be silly, but I now own a blue lace dress of my teenage self's dreams and it fits me like a glove and I haven't stopped beaming with JOY over it.

I've been playing The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles for the first time and I have to play it in veeeery tiny little chunks (like, an hour at a time, which takes great strength of will to do, let me tell you) because it makes me too happy and I feel the need to savor it, like bites of my favorite jam on toast.

Actually, you know what one of the best things in the world is? Lemon curd over melted butter on freshly baked bread. It's like eating sunshine.

The unburdening, lightening, brightening and gleaming feeling of being known when you've had a long talk with someone who can really see you. Maybe it doesn't come around that often, or maybe it comes often and frequently in such tiny ways that we can't anticipate or appreciate enough until they've built into such a succession over time, but regardless, it means everything to me. There's something so simple and true about being able to speak and be heard, and to listen and to hear in equal measure. It will always be a balancing act, but being able to take part at all- ay, that's the spice of life, isn't it lads?

[pleb-the-original]

Day 14: Candygore

(So I didn't actually know what candygore was until this. But I knew even before I looked up what the term meant that I was gonna take it literally. Gore made of literal candy. I took inspiration from cult of the lamb and a bit of Cannibals from Candyland from tvtropes. This is probably the darkest one I've made. Fun fact: Having her wounds resemble how chocolate rabbits are eaten in real life was completely unintentional.) Name: Cacao the Lifebringer Species: Chocolate Bunny Personality: Whatever it was before, it was carved out alongside the rest of her mind. Summary: Candyland is a magical place full of wonder and joy, where the streets are paved with gumdrops and the people are as sweet as sugar. Of course even the sweetest gummies can have sour insides. For this land is sustained by the Harvestfolk and their god Cacao. Cacao was the original creator of the world, sowing it with sweets as she bounded across the land. But once she had molded life, they couldn’t ever get enough of her gifts. That’s when the Harvestfolk came for her. They captured her and imprisoned her under Jawbreaker Ridge. They chained her in black licorice and cut open their god. First they took her brain so she could not struggle, then they took her legs so she could not run away, then they took her mouth so she could not scream, then they cut open her stomach. That is where the source of everything comes from. Every day, she bleeds strawberry filling and is disemboweled of her gummy worm intestines and bones of taffy. She constantly regenerates her candy insides as she is still somewhat alive but in constant agony. She is powerless as they gut her every day to gorge themselves on her sweet insides and fertilize the land to keep everyone lower in caste in line. All she can do is cry tears of soda which also are harvested. She has no mouth, for it was bitten off long ago, yet she must scream. 

[purplesurveys]

1771

Do you sleep with just a sheet in summer when it's hot? My blankets are just the right amount of thickness so I can use them whether it's summer (as long as I have the aircon on) or during the chillier time of the year.

Are you one of those people who needs to have at least some blanket on you when you sleep so the monsters don't get you? Little bit, yeah haha.

Will anyone be visiting your house any time soon? As far as I know, no. The whole household has been recovering from Covid, coughs, and colds anyway so it would be safest for everyone not to be here for at least a few more weeks. 

What was the last museum you went to? Not a museum per se but I went to Art Fair earlier this year...which kind of sucked because it was so crowded and couples kept blocking the pieces to take Instagram photos. I hung out there for a much shorter time than I ever expected to and just went to Yabu after like an hour lol.

Scroll through your camera roll quickly without looking, then stop it with your finger. What's the first picture your eye lands on? It's a photo of me cradling the stray dog that I had grown attached to while visiting my dad's family in Tagaytay, from Christmas last year. I legitimately missed out on a chunk of that party because I was right outside the house just babying the dog to death lol. Sweetest guy ever and for a while that day I did try to genuinely pitch to my parents if we could bring him home.

Do you get bursts of creative energy or is it more consistent? I would say it's pretty consistent. My job requires constant creativity so it naturally carries over to my personal life.

Have you ever been chased by a dog? I have been but always in a playful way.

What's your favourite kind of soda? None of them. Sprite is the most-decently flavored soda for me but I still would never opt for it as like a first choice drink ever.

Are you a visual learner? Not at all. I need words.

Do you have a drink with you right now? What is it? I have. It's coffee.

What was the last science fiction movie you watched? Ooh, not my genre of choice. I'm not sure about movies but my most recently watched sci-fi anything would probably be Black Mirror.

How far away from your home is the nearest train station? 7-10 minutes.

Do you listen to music every day? I do listen to at least one song a day, yes.

If you have a passport, when does it expire? I can't remember if it's 2032 or 2033.

Have you ever smoked a cigar? Nopes.

What was the last app you opened on your phone? My camera roll because of that picture question from this survey.

Is your voice high, low, or somewhere in the middle? It's somewhere in the middle and ever so slightly leans towards low.

Are you wearing any rings right now? I'm not.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? Never been. Hasn't really been a thing here ever until recently with today's generation catching up to the practices in the west.

Do you have any cash stashed away anywhere? I neverrrrr carry cash on me anymore. Drives my parents crazy but I just can't – cash for me translates to 'money I can spend' and that's just dangerous if I constantly have it around hahaha.

What are your neighbours like? Quiet.

What month is your birthday? How far away is that from now? It's in April so it'll be another 5 months before I celebrate a birthday.

What's the next friend or family birthday coming up? Will you buy them a present? It's one of my cousins' birthday today and no I did not get him anything.

What was the last book you read? Not sure tbh.

Have you ever spend a long period of time in a country you weren't born in? The longest I've spent outside the Philippines was like a week in Indonesia. I've never lived in another country.

Do you make your own surveys on Bzoink? I've never made a survey.

What colour are the bottoms you're wearing today? Blue.

How many beds are in your home? Four.

Do you wear face masks in public? I stopped a few months ago.

What are your plans for tomorrow? I'll be at the dentist in the morning, then I'll be seeing Andi later in the day so I can help them review for their midterms.

[fella-lovin-fella]

5, 7, 10, 17, 21, 24, 30, and 41 please! p.s. u bringing ur bf a monster while he's at work is actually the sweetest thing I've seen in a while I hope I'll be as good a partner as you!!

FIRST OF ALL IM SOBBING TYSM?? that's probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me :''''')

5 - what was your last kiss like?

i think i made a joke about something then pecked him bc i had spinach in my teeth from the sandwich i was eating bdjbsjs

7 - do you prefer poems or love letters?

i had to come back to this one bc it's really hard for some reason. i think i prefer love letters because the experience of reading it is longer? but poems are also so FILLED man idk

10 - favorite milkshake flavor?

oooh probably either french vanilla or strawberry!!

17 - what's the most attractive thing a person can wear?

r i n g s. like?? yeah?????

21 - favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

ummm ive never played a dating sim. UNLESS you count stardew valley, in which case i'd have to say either Harvey or Abigail (i havent fully romanced Abigail yet but i l o v e her)

24 - what makes you blush?

whenever my boyfriend compliments me and/or absolutely ATTACKS me with kisses

30 - do you prefer to charm, or to be charmed?

oh definitely to charm. i turn into a puddle whenever my boyfriend is especially charming and that simply Will Not Do. also i love to watch him blush :) <3

41 - favorite soda?

diet coke baybee.

[lu-morningstar]

angst concept with ~Tom~ how about something based on ~driver's license~ 😳😳😳

drivers license - Tom Holland

pairing: Tom holland x neutral!reader

a/n: it’s angst I wrote at like 3am. Enjoy

I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around

You were driving down the street with the drivers license you recently got. You also recently went through a breakup, so driving might not be the best activity to do, especially since getting your drivers license was something you and him used to talk about. Now even driving remind you of Tom Holland. “I’m taking my exams in two months. I’ll finally drive you to the studios. And… we could just drive around, maybe the beach.” “You can drive to my house too.” He would say cheekily before you would playfully smack his arm and give him a peck on his chapped lips. “I can also drive to CVS and get you more chapstick.”

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

Yeah, the British actor broke your heart a couple months ago. He said it was because work got hectic, and you believed in him and accept the excuse. But a couple of weeks after, you saw pictures of him leaving a party in LA with a blonde girl.

You knew who she was. You didn’t even need to read her name on the E! news webpage to know she was the older girl that made you insecure and doubt yourself from time to time. “Please Y/N, we had this conversation before. We are just friends.” He would say before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you in the sweetest way, making you forget your insecurities. “We are forever, okay.”

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

And maybe they were just friends when you two were dating, but seeing him with her after just a couple of weeks after breaking up was a hard-to-swallow pill. You loved him, and you thought he loved you. Hell, you thought you two were a great couple, not the perfect one but a good one, even with the imperfections and insecurities. Maybe she was who he wanted all along but didn’t have until now. So here you were, driving in the middle of the night, to a fast-food chain to get something to eat while being sad and emotional about an ex-lover who clearly didn’t feel as much as you did. You got a burger and a soda, wishing you were somewhere else, with him maybe. You would have driven to a cliff near the beach to watch the sunset, you two would have kissed as the sky got darker, the stars showing and the moon coming to replace the sun. It would have been a perfect day, but he wasn’t with you right now, he wasn’t even yours to think about.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

Thinking about him shouldn’t be an option, but you didn’t have friends to talk about this, none of them understood why you missed him and why it was hurting this much. They have never loved like you did, they didn’t have the love you and Tom had. You felt sorry for them, they would never understand how much happiness could someone bring to their lives.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

You finished your meal and leave the parking lot, you turned down the windows and turn up the volume of the speakers, a song reflecting how you were feeling was playing, echoing in your car and getting lost in the air.

After driving on the freeway, almost empty at 3am, you pictured you were going home to Tom. Like the suburban dream you once had, a nice beautiful house with a big garden, white fences, he waiting for you at the door to help you carry the supermarket bags and unpack them in the kitchen. Yeah, you would never have that with him, or someone else. He killed the dream you once had and with that, the Y/N people used to know. You were gone thanks to Tom Holland.

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

You stopped at a red light, a white car following after a few seconds, looking like the one Tom wanted to get in the future. Great, now you I’m seeing him in a car.

The music continued playing, a tear fell down your cheek. You still love him, despite everything, he still was the person whose voice you wanted to listen to when there was traffic. And you couldn’t have him. God, he was making you so blue without knowing.

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone 'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

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[rudolphsboyfriend]

valentine’s day asks!

do you have a crush on anyone?

what’s your favorite candy?

favorite love song?

what was your first kiss like?

what was your last kiss like?

sexual/romantic orientation?

do you prefer poems or love letters?

favorite fanfic trope?

have you ever been in love?

favorite milkshake flavor?

dinner dates or brunch dates?

favorite flowers?

favorite perfume/cologne?

favorite candle scent?

what’s your ideal first date?

favorite love story?

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

snow, rain, or sun?

sweetest romantic memory?

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

fictional crushes?

what’s your dream wedding like?

what makes you blush?

do you believe in love at first sight?

do you believe in soulmates?

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

what’s your sign?

are you single?

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

guitar or piano?

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

do you fall in love easily?

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

cloud gazing or star gazing?

do you like to dance?

what’s your OTP?

kittens or puppies?

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

favorite soda?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

favorite ABBA song?

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

favorite pajamas?

favorite liquor?

do you think about love a lot?

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

hand kisses or nose kisses?

what’s your dreamhouse?

Oh my god/pos

I'm aromantic and valentine's day means practically nothing to me so idek why i reblogged that LMAOO

Well, I'm not a backer outer so here goes

1) nope

2. Uhhh. Idrk eat a lot of candy. I do love me a good dark chocolate tho

3. Kdjfmf that's a VERY broad category and I cannot answer with just one song 😞😞😔

4. Unexpected fr sure. It was ok i guess, I've obviously had better kisses after that

5. Wayyyyy too long ago 😩😩

6. Aromantic Bisexual!!

7. I am the BIGGEST sucker for poems <33

8. Oh god uh probably childhood friends to lovers. It's the pining for me

9. Lmao ❌

10. There's so many to choose from :") idk. Butterscotch? Chocolate? Vanilla is so good too! Idk bestie

11. Dinner dates only bcuz it takes me a whole day to mentally prepare myself to leave the house

12. Anything that's like a bunch of small flowers together! So like, Jasmine, Lavender, Lilac, stuff like that

13. Pls stop asking me for favourites I'm literally bisexual 😐😔 how am i supposed to choose ONE

14. ^ see above

15. Uhhh museum or bookstore followed by food <3

16. Refer q. 13

17. Not 2 be horny on main but uhhh suits make me go absolutely feral👍🏽 on any gender.

18. Im ASSUMING this means cakes, in which case red velvet

19. I've never actually seen snow </3 so rain probably. I'm a sun h8r

20. I literally don't feel romance so lmao

21. What even is a dating sim??? Like The Sims? Confusion

22. Babe,,... Bestie......... Too many to list in a comprehensive way

23. Probably smn fairly small, surrounded by people i genuinely care about. Beyond that I'm totally down for anything

24. I have never cared to notice. I blush sometimes when I'm rlly embarrased like the time i had to speak infront of a crowd and messed up so uh yea not too romantic

25. Nah not at all. Love is too deep an emotion. I do believe in the possibility-of-love at first sight tho. Like you see someone and u think, i want to learn more abt u and i could fall in love if i did.

26. Soulmates are made, not found. They're also not restricted to romance. Thats what i think.

27. I love and own all three <3

28. Libra :)

29. So very much yeah

30. Theoretically i would like 2 be the charmer. But when it's actually happened irl, both situations make me very uncomfortable

31. I play both lmao but! Piano is the loml, it's my favourite insturment hands down

32. Refer q13 and q16

33. I fall into infatuation easily, but that's purely physical. I definitely don't fall in love easily no.

34. I don't personally do them but I'm a sucker for the whole pink and red hearts aesthetic of it <3

35. I'm literally still a teenager lmao. Proposals are NOT smn i think abt a lot.

36. Star! Gazing! My! Beloved!

37. Alone in my room yes, in a big crowd.... Maybe bcuz there's some anonymity involved. With just a few other ppl... No

38. I literally have too many to remember please

39. Both.

40. All three r good but my fav is hot chocolate

41. I don't drink soda </3

42. Literally both i love both

43. Forgive me but i have never heard an ABBA song

44. Hey queen u need to guve me three people fr this lmao

45. ?? Idk i just sleep in shorts and a tshirt if that's what ur asking

46. I don't drink alcohol often, I've only had it like four times but uh. Definitely not vodka that shit tastes like hand sanitiser. Whisky is okay, wine is weird. That's all the liqour I've ever tasted.

47. Wayyy too much fr sure. It's not healthy

48. Park! I'm not the biggest fan of beaches.

49. Nose <3

50. Not too small, but enough space for me to live comfortably, very cost and very very personalised. As in filled with thigns that are important to me. Anything else is secondary.

Honestly this was rlly fun THANK U<33

[notbigondoors]

🍎 - If you had to chose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?

🥝 - If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

🍎 - If you had to chose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?

Oh gosh I don't even know! It's hard for me to imagine Vision as anyone other than Paul Bettany at this point. I'm not sure that any one else would have the same energy as him when performing. But I guess I should go just based on face. Argh... I really can't think of anybody, PB is too perfect for this role! XD

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?

For Vision? Hmm... he once spent a good portion of a thread talking to an aloe plant a ship gave him as a gift as if it could actually understand him. He took watering it very seriously, and one day he accidentally broke off a leaf and immediately flew into sincere apologies as he asked his ship what medical treatment the plant would need in light of this unfortunate incident. She just chuckled and showed him how and why aloe plants were perfectly okay to take leaves off of... XD But he was so precious in that thread omg.

🥝 - If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Japan, hands down. I studied the language for a number of years and am a huge fan of anime, manga, traditional dolls (specifically hina and ichimatsu are my favs), the food (sushi and sashimi omggg), all things tea (i love the tea, the cups, the artistry), etc. I would also love to see some of the forests and Shinto shrines in addition to the cities. I wouldn't even know where to begin, I would love to see it all, heh.

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

Hahaha, the nuttiest thread I've ever had is probably when I thrust poor OC Jix into the Resident Evil universe and paired him with Leon Kennedy. Anyone who knows Leon knows that he's a down-to-earth, no nonsense, get the job done, fairly negative and pessimistic person (with good reason, he's been through hell). Contrast that with Jix who is talkative, positive, nosy, and doesn't let people get away with their own bullshit. I remember it was like... Jix stowed away in his car and Leon didn't appreciate having a talkative tiny tree person around and was basically like look, stay out of my way... but Jix was determined to help. He just kept trying to make Leon more positive and it so wasn't working, heh. They stopped at some roadside convenience store in the middle of nowhere and Leon went in to search it for supplies, and Jix found a vending machine with sodas still in it... so he climbs into the machine (he's small enough to do that) and gets one can (that's all he could carry) and on his way back he runs into a zombie. Except the zombie doesn't recognize him as food, so Jix has this awkward conversation with a zombie that just kindof stands here listlessly because he drops the can and it rolls to the zombie's feet and he's just like um... so... can I have this... or...? And it was just... the stupidest thing ever and I had a blast. He got back to Leon and told him he had a nice conversation with a dead human and Leon just... o_O XD Unfortunately the thread didn't last long. I really have a hard time keeping threads with Jix. Most get dropped pretty fast. =( The story of the life of an OC rper, right?

[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

17. The Fancy Party

Synopsis: Mobius takes Loki and Sylvie to his office's Christmas party, but unfortunately poor Sylvie is a little too young to participate in all the festivities.

Word count: 3,005

Stand Alone?: yes

Warnings: alcohol/social drinking/drunkenness, physical restriction of a little, diapers/wetting, Lokius

Notes: This is easily in my top five favorite chapters I've ever written. I think I ended up writing it in September or October and I had to wait forever to post it. It's just too cute!

Read it on AO3!

It was unfortunate for poor Sylvie that today was the day of Mobius’s very fancy, very adult, office Christmas party. She had actually looked forward to it, and so had Loki. The event was supposedly black tie boujee, their favorite earthly aesthetic, and to have lots of delicious free alcohol. What had upset Sylvie so much, is that she was very small today. Much smaller than her usual headspace. Similar to Loki’s usual average of maybe two at most, but probably closer to a year old. 

It upset her more than it did Loki or Mobius. They seemed delighted to have a sweet little girl to take care of.

Thor didn’t have much to say, as he had plans today to meet with Dr. Strange and wouldn’t see them until he met them at the party, but he had picked her up before he left, gave her a big kiss on the forehead, and called her the sweetest baby girl.

She hadn’t been so sweet to Loki, though.

While Mobius had spent the morning putting up his own Christmas decor, cooking a dish for the party, preparing a speech, and finishing up some paperwork, Loki had spent the morning as Sylvie's primary caregiver.

It was an unusual configuration of roles for them, so unusual that Sylvie didn’t even really have a nickname for Loki as a parental figure.

He didn’t mind caring for her of course, the difficult part came from the fact that Sylvie was in that “just learning how to walk” phase, which meant she was up and moving constantly and Loki was almost continuously chasing her around the house, shutting doors and keeping her out of places she shouldn’t be. It also meant she was especially prone to tantrums but couldn’t really form the words to express what she wanted. 

After her afternoon nap, they started getting ready for the party. Loki gave her a bath and got her all dressed in a pretty green velvet dress. It was a short, baby-doll dress with puffed sleeves, and ruffles over the shoulders that connected with the skirt in a sort of overall-like way. It was so fancy, it even had a separate diaper cover, also velvet. She was quite proud of it and excited to show it off. She was not, however, excited about the velvet booties that also came with the outfit, that Loki and Mobius made her wear, fearing she’d get cold in her favorite Mary Janes.

Loki finally got a shower and wore a very smart black suit with a silk green bowtie. When Sylvie couldn’t hear, Mobius made some comments about it that were not suitable for her little ears. Loki enjoyed hearing those and expressed similar sentiments about Mobius’s outfit, even if it was a fairly basic tuxedo.

Loki sat in the front seat of the car while Sylvie took the baby seat in the back and had her diaper bag next to her. She played with the toys and babbled behind her pacifier to Loki and Mobius, who, in exchange, talked to her the whole time.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. office building actually didn’t look cold and sterile tonight. It felt warm and inviting and smelled like fresh baked cookies. It almost felt like a party at someone’s house.

Mobius took Sylvie during the party, holding her on his hip in one arm through most of it and usually with soda in a wine glass in the other hand.

Loki comfortably fit into the role of trophy husband during the night. He mingled and laughed with the unnatural chortle rich people always seemed to have while Mobius showed Sylvie off to all his co-workers and watched them all say “aww, what a sweet little girl. How old is she?” and similar things.

Sylvie didn’t say much; she didn’t feel like it.

When Mobius excused himself to use the lavatories, and handed her to Loki, her first motion was to dip her fingers into Loki’s wine.

Loki moved it out of her reach, “babies don’t get to drink wine,” he told her, “silly girl.”

“Pwease?” 

“No, not until you’re big again.” 

She moved to put her hands on his forehead. 

“I don’t think so,” he said, pulling away and furrowing his brow. 

Sylvie frowned and stuck her wineless fingers in her mouth, anyway. 

They walked around and found Thor and Dr. Strange. It was unsettling seeing Thor in a tuxedo, he did not seem the type for one. Even at an event like this.

“There she is! Princess Sylvie!” he proudly announced as Loki set her down, letting her toddle to him. Sylvie clapped at the announcement, excited by it. Her dress flourished as Thor picked her up. Everyone in that room had interactions with Sylvie fairly commonly, or had at least met her- in fact, Bucky and Scott were regulars at Loki and Sylvie’s daycare- but no one had ever seen her regress so young, and she seemed to be the only guest in headspace, at least that’s what Loki was thinking.

“Have you guys seen the littles room? She might have fun there,”  Bucky commented.

“Yeah… but I won't,” Loki said, taking another sip of pinot noir.

Sylvie looked at him with pained eyes, like she was going to cry or throw another fit.

Loki sighed, “fine. C’mon,” he said while taking Sylvie back from Thor’s arms. She sucked on her thumb and curled her forefinger around her nose. “Is it pacifier time, then?” Loki asked.

Sylvie nodded and Loki searched for her bag, eventually finding it with other bags and coats in a small office. He sat down in a clear spot on the desk as he rooted through, finding her pacifier and pegasus and taking a moment to just sit with her quietly and rock her back and forth. She seemed to enjoy it. “Do we need to give you a change?” he asked while they were there. He checked her diaper just to be sure when she didn’t answer. 

She tried to push his hands away. 

“Look, either you tell me- and be honest- or I need to check myself,” 

“All dry!” she whined. 

“Are you? I don’t want you to get your dress ruined with a leak,” 

“Yeah! All dry!” she lied. 

Loki knew she was lying, but if she wanted a rash or to get her pretty new dress soiled in public, that was her choice. He had done what he could, and he’d try again later. 

“Ready to go play then?” he asked. Sylvie nodded and motioned to be picked up. 

She babbled in his arms, before putting her arms around him and snuggling into his neck, “baba,” she said. 

“Is that what you’re going to start calling me?”

She meant it to be more baby jargon, but sure, “baba” was a fine nickname. “Baba Woki” she smiled.

He grinned at how ridiculous the name was, bearing a striking resemblance to Thor as he did so, even if they weren’t actually related.

They reached the littles room and Loki opened the door. It was some kind of conference room or office, perhaps a break room as it didn’t have many desks or furniture. There were a couple toys scattered around, but not much else.

Sylvie was allowed to crawl around and play with whatever toys she found. From where Loki was sitting, it was very obvious her diaper was sagging, but he didn’t comment; he’d let her play until she started getting fussy.

She sat by a xylophone and played for a while. Other littles that were in the room weren’t really there to play though, it seemed to be more of just a safe spot for stopping tantrums, changing diapers, and taking naps. After talking to a couple of other caregivers, Loki learned most of the littles were playing outside and were probably just coming in as it was starting to get dark. 

Of course, to no one’s surprise, Sylvie’s diaper eventually did start to bother her, and she got fussy; “Do you want to go out on the patio and play with the other littles?” 

“No.”

“Why not?” 

“Don’ wanna.” 

“Do you need a change?” 

“... No.”

That was enough for Loki; he wasn't going to deal with her being fussy all night. It was easier to just deal with one tantrum and get it over with.

“You do,” he said, laying out the changing pad, “lie down.”

When Sylvie didn’t comply, he made her lie down. It was a last resort, and not a good solution, but it worked. She started to cry, but Loki worked as fast as he could to ensure she didn’t get any more upset, remembering to give her her favorite dinosaur as a distraction. After pulling up her nappy cover, he put all the supplies away, discarded the diaper, and put on some hand sanitizer. That would do until he could get to a sink.

Sylvie chose to hang onto his hand and waddle instead of being carried to show off how much of a big girl she was. But of course, she wasn’t a big girl, and ended up stumbling over her own booties, falling in the hallway. “We’re not going to cry,” Loki softly said as he scooped her up, repeating the words she had said to him whenever he looked like he was going to tear up. Her face was still tearstained from the overdramatic diaper change, but she nodded and didn’t cry. 

“Does babygirl want to see daddy?” he asked. 

“Daddy n’ baba n’ baby,” she answered.

“All of us? That’s a pretty tall order, I don’t know if that’s possible,” he responded sarcastically. It took him a moment to come to grips with how much it sounded like something Mobius would say. 

Mobius was, of course, overjoyed to see them and offered to take Sylvie so Loki could get some food, which really meant more drinks. It wasn’t like Loki was going to be driving, sober or otherwise, so Mobius let him.

Loki got loud and merry when he was drunk, it was very much the same as when he was little: He laughed at everything and just wanted to sing and dance. 

  He belted out some carols he had learned over the past few days, which Mobius and Sylvie watched, unsure if they should laugh or feel a deep sense of second-hand embarrassment. They decided a smile was appropriate, as Mobius got compliments about his partner’s harmonious chords. 

  He got Sylvie a plate of food while Loki was on the mic, mostly small finger foods that would be easy for her. They went to sit down but Loki grabbed Mobius’s arm before they could. “May I have a dance, please?” he asked, very politely. 

“Thor, can you take Sylvie for a minute?” Mobius asked. Thor was sitting on a couch nearby and gave Mobius a big thumbs up before taking the little girl. 

  Loki was a very good dancer when he wanted to be.

Mobius felt also very lucky that they weren’t making a scene. No, many guests had taken to dancing in the big open room, Loki and Mobius just happened to be the best at it. At first, Loki had the lead. He used broad, sweeping, balletic movements that swept Mobius off his feet and made him chuckle like a kid. But Loki was rather serious about it, dipping him low and kissing up his arm like they were Gomez and Morticia Addams. 

The next song, Mobius took the lead, for a very simple, swaying, slow dance. Loki looked at him with eyes full of the purest kind of affection, and they leaned against each other through the end of the song. Doing a gentle, barely noticeable, box step. 

Sylvie watched all of this from her spot on Thor’s knee across the room. She ate her dinner with only minimal fussing (he’d have to kill her before she ate the gross slimy eggplant. Disgusting.) and messes (she got a splotch of mac and cheese on her dress, but that was mostly Thor’s fault, as he wasn’t exactly used to feeding a nearly 6 foot tall toddler on his lap). 

She was bounced on his knee after getting cleaned up. Unsteadily, she braced herself  on one arm, and pointed at Mobius and Loki dancing, babbling to Thor about it. “Look there’s your daddies!” Thor told her. 

Sylvie frowned, that wasn’t what she meant. She tried again, adding a wiggle to get her point across. 

“Do you want to go dance?” he asked. 

The other heroes looked at Thor as he started to get up with the baby girl in his arms. “One moment,” he told them.

He brought her to the dancefloor and let her step on his feet, holding her arms to help her balance as if she was just learning to take her first steps, let alone dance. Thor was not as good of dancer as Loki, and even though she was light, it wasn’t exactly comfortable, but they made it work and were surprisingly not the worst dancers on the floor. 

Eventually, he decided it would be easier to just pick her up, swaying back and forth through a slow song, gently dipping her, and moving a little faster with more spins during a faster one. She giggled and squealed, kicking her legs as Thor rocked her in his arms with the music. But all the movement was a bit much for her, and Mobius eventually caught sight of the little girl turning greener than her dress.

He broke away from Loki after a “thank you” and a kiss, and rushed to her. He took her out of Thor’s arms and grabbed her diaper bag before slipping her a motion sickness pill and grabbing her some ginger ale. Ooh ginger ale! That wasn’t something babies usually got to drink. When her stomach settled, she was allowed to return to the dancing and Mobius tried to take his significant other back in his arms. 

Sylvie seemed more energetic after her head stopped spinning. Loki, however, was not. Quite the opposite actually, the break had destroyed his momentum and he collapsed on the couch next to Thor before Mobius could take him back out on the floor. 

Mobius, who only had a sip of Loki’s champagne, let Sylvie dance with him. It was exactly the way you’d expect, and Mobius tried not to break down laughing at how ridiculous she looked as she wiggled to the music. He knew she could dance well enough to make her a sight to behold when she wanted to be elegant. But that time was not right now, and she didn’t seem to care. 

The poor baby wore herself out and rather quickly became tired, snuggling into Mobius’ arms. As soon as he moved her away from the loud music, she passed out, just like Loki had. 

Mobius said a few goodbyes and was pleasantly surprised when some of the Avengers team had gifts for Loki, Sylvie, and himself. He only just remembered that he had theirs in the car and rushed out to grab each fancy, wrapped, gift from the trunk, somehow managing to balance them in one arm while carrying Sylvie in the other. They all had golden paper and intricately tied bows on top. 

He brought them in and distributed them accordingly. Some people got more personal gifts than others, and littles, even if not regressed at the moment, were usually handed some kind of toy appropriate to their headspace. 

Two of the littles, Bucky and Scott, chose to use their gifts from Mobius, Loki, and Sylvie, as the one present their caregivers let them open before Christmas. Immediately slipping into headspace as they did so, much to the annoyance of Hope and Sam who’d now be having to look after them. The annoyance was directed at Mobius of course, and not their respective littles. 

Bucky was very happy to receive a new Lego set. It was made for older kids, and even though Loki and Sylvie had both whined over wanting it, they knew it wouldn’t be something they could complete. Hell, it may have even been too complicated for Bucky, but maybe Sam would be able to help him. 

Sylvie had helped pick out Scott’s gift. He got a new set of Hot Wheels tracks that made loops. He already had quite a large collection, and it was hard to find ones he didn’t have, but Sylvie found him the perfect one. His face lit up and he almost howled with excitement. He couldn’t wait to play with it. Hope frowned at Mobius, the boy already had so many Hot Wheels tracks, he definitely did not need more.

Both Loki and Sylvie were asleep. Of course in very different ways: Sylvie was in that gentle baby sleep where she looked angelically cute and effortlessly comfortable, dozing on Mobius’s shoulder. While Loki, on the other hand, was drunk napping, comatosed from food and alcohol. Thor carried him bridal style and tried not to get Loki drool on his arm. Mobius said his goodbyes and exchanged lots of hugs. 

Loki slumped over uncomfortably in the front seat while Sylvie was buckled into her baby seat and given a kiss on her forehead. 

Mobius drove home with a smile on his face. That was pretty successful for a party with both of the Lokis. There were presents in the back seat by Sylvie, many rattled and jingled. He was honestly impressed she didn’t wake up. She was a rather light sleeper, but apparently it was still enough for her to handle. 

Mobius carried the both of them in the best he could. He put Loki on the bed, only slightly disappointed that the endeavors they had discussed earlier in the day would not come to fruition tonight. And he gave Sylvie a much needed diaper change before swaddling her in some comfortable pajamas and tucking her into the crib, pacifier bobbing in her mouth quietly. 

[ion0ra]

I saw the news headlines and stared at the megaphone in a mixture of shock and awe. Surely it was a coincidence, I told myself, and decided to leave it alone.

The next day, the headline repeated itself, but this time the reporters were more skeptical about whether or not "The Voice," as they'd called it, existed in the first place. Well, moreso Veronica Hazelwood, who sought to show how "rational" she was and to convince everyone how "even-tempered" and "level-headed" she was. She almost seemed to mock the Voice, saying it was a "speaker malfunction." Like any speaker could be powerful enough the whole town heard it.

It had haunted me from the moment I'd purchased it. Not that any harm had come to me, but moreso curiosity. What if it HAD been because of me, I wondered, and what would people say if I never came back?

I'd decided to test it out. I went to my window and cleared my throat, closing my eyes and sighing. "I have a request," I simply spoke into one end, "that tomorrow night Veronica Hazelwood wear a red cardigan on the news. If she does, then I have more to say."

Sure enough, the news the following morning, at least when I'd flipped to it, was a heated debate between Veronica and her co-anchor, Trevor Fitzgerald, who was goading her on to change before the nightly news. "Just see what else the Voice has to say," he said with a grin as he poked her side, something they always did to tease each other. She tried to avoid it as much as possible, but Trevor still commented how "It will be fun," and "Let's just see what'll happen, huh?"

She eventually caved. On the nightly news, under her burgundy overcoat, she wore a deep red cardigan. My heart raced all day, and seeing this confirmed it. I really was the Voice. I rubbed my eyes, trying to see if I was just tired. I wasn't. I decided to step outside and take a walk.

Outside I had run into Jimmy Valentine, probably one of the sweetest people I'd ever known. His wife left him because she had finally run out of uses for him. I remember her yelling at how much of a "deadbeat" he was as he was even packing up his things and moving stuff around her house (the divorce lawyer sided with her) to make it more comfortable for her and her new boyfriend. Jimmy had loved Denise, so much so that he left when she asked him to. No fuss. No mess. No yelling or getting the neighbors involved (except for George Shapiro, who happened to be the judge over the court case), and Jimmy gave his now ex-wife everything that she wanted. Ever since then he'd been living outside of my apartment building. We were nice enough to keep his stuff inside so he didn't have to worry about them getting ruined, but he chose to camp outside instead of shacking up with us because he "didn't wanna intrude."

Jimmy was always more concerned with how others were than he was, to a fault. He asked me how I was. How school was. How my girlfriend was. He had a kind of goofy smile that you would always remember if you ever needed a friend. Today was no exception. I told him I'd had received a gift that was actually a lot more than I could've thought, and he sat me down and offered me some soda. "You know," he said, "I've had experiences like that. Pets, amirite? All you gotta do is make sure that they make you happy and you make them happy. Otherwise, it'll all fall apart. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll make you happy, and vice versa."

I kept this in mind as I walked inside, struggling to think of what to do next. It was a quick conversation, maybe 10 minutes, but Veronica was already back on her soap box about how the Voice wasn't real. I sighed and held up my megaphone and cleared my throat.

"I have a request," I began. "There is one among you, Jimmy Valentine. Many of you may know him. All he's done is give to people, and now, it's his turn to receive. Housing, food, clothes, work, whatever you can give him. He's by the apartment complex by Fourth and Rogers." I gulped, knowing I may have put him in harm's way somehow, and finished with a simple edict: "Do not disappoint me. If harm comes to him..." I let them leave it up to their imaginations. I had no way to fill out that threat, but I knew it may help. It was only 5:00 p.m.

By 7, I'd counted 3 bankers, 4 separate companies, and about two dozen random people stopping by and dropping off various things. When I'd talked to Jimmy, he was practically crying. He'd told me how Oscar Adaams, an old college friend, got him a job at a law firm he'd worked at as a janitor (which, surprisingly, paid well) because that's what he'd done before. Susan Edwards, head of the local Credit Union had basically given him a deed to a house, but almost panickedly. Conner O'Malley had given him the keys to a spare car, and Kim Wesley had dropped off a bunch of clothes her son who had just left for college wanted her to donate. She said she'd "found the right place to drop them off" when the Voice spoke.

I'd congratulated Jimmy, but I couldn't shake the feeling of how he'd described the way Susan had given him the deed. "Panicked," he'd said. "She was almost fearful... Wonder what'd gotten into her?" I went back inside shortly after and went to bed.

The next morning I'd woken up, turned on the news as normal, and heard Veronica talking about "the Voice," but slightly less (and yet slightly more cynical) this time.

"The Voice has spoken again, and been fulfilled, but at what cost? Several hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of things - given away!" She seemed distressed, but Trevor straightened his collar and responded, "But look at how much good it's caused! A citizen, and well-valued friend, Jimmy Valentine, has gotten back on his feet after his divorce with Denise Platsky. Maybe the Voice will come through again?" Veronica huffed, then went on to a story about the Zoo.

I'd stopped by work after school, and my friend Amy McKenzie. She asked a lot of questions, mostly about the Physics homework we had (which, for the life of me, I couldn't help with, so we resolved to talk to Hayman Trudy tomorrow,) but then the conversation rolled around towards the thing everyone had been talking about for the last week: The Voice.

"Brendan Newman says the Voice is spooky," she said, wiggling her fingers in my direction for emphasis on the last word. "Says he doesn't like that he doesn't know where it's coming from. I assured him it was OK. What do you think about it?" I simply shrugged and got myself a soda, sighing as we walked out the door. "I think we'll know just how spooky it is if we ever find out WHERE it's coming from..."

We parted ways after we went by my house, which easily a few blocks away from work, and only a few blocks more from school. My phone rang, and, lo and behold, it was Rachel Day, my girlfriend. She'd been out sick, and had called me to catch up.

When I picked up the phone, she was panicking. I tried to calm her down, and she did, but she was still sobbing. I asked her what was wrong, and here was what I got: her brother had gotten into a car accident on his way home, and the only doctor they could afford was a few hours out of town. The only qualified people who were in town were well out of their price range, and I sighed and did my best to comfort her. I'd asked her who the doctors in town were, and she gave me a couple of names, but otherwise told me not to worry about it, since I couldn't do much. "I'll be there in a little bit, ok? We'll get this sorted out," I assured her. The other driver had apparently survived with little to no injuries, but both cars were totalled. Rachel's brother, on the other hand...

I knew what to do. I grabbed the megaphone and, with an air of authority, spoke. "Zack Long, Yohan Kemp, and Preston Barton. I have a request of you." The news was on, and the anchors seemed to go silent as I spoke. The whole city did.

"There has been an accident," I began, "one that I know you three can help with. A man named Ian Useff has been injured severely." I proceeded to then relate all I knew, including the hospital he was currently being kept in while Rachel's family was awaiting transportation. "Eighth and Quincy," I said, "at the Memorial Health Center. I need you all there as soon as possible, and help fix this poor man."

I quickly set down the megaphone as Veronica and Trevor began talking about the message the Voice had given, Trevor urging the doctors to assist in any way they could. They promised to send their correspondent Mary Yelsky to do a live coverage on what they could, with the consent of the family.

Ian survived the night, and was pronounced to be "in recovery" the following morning. It was a rough night for Rachel, but we got through it.

"Norman Ziegal live on the scene of what appears to be a miracle," the voice over the hospital waiting room TV announced for the 7:00 news. He, of course, was talking about the Voice and how it had saved Ian, but I knew better. Rachel promised me she'd be ok so I could go do what I needed to before heading back to my house to check in with my parents.

On my way back home, my Physics professor, Larry Xegal (of X-man, as some people called him,) and I ran into each other. He offered me condolences to pass on to Rachel when I could, as he was already running late, and informed me he was cancelling all assignments until Ian was better. I'd asked why, and he simply said, "To let everyone take their own time to heal, and offer help to those in need. This time, it's Rachel and the Days."

Quincy Carver and his best friend Ulysses Grant (no, not named after the general, as far as I know,) were talking to Jimmy about what had happened, and helping him load the rest of his stuff up to take to his new home. I went up to my apartment, and ran into Wanda Ingland, who tried to talk to me about how crazy the past few days had been and how much has changed. I smiled and nodded, making polite small talk as we stood there. When I'd let her know that I was checking in with my parents then heading back to Rachel, she hurried me along without a second thought.

I'd just come in the front door when I saw I had a message from Xander James, one of the guys from work. He was asking if I could pick up a shift, and I shot him a quick text back saying I'd be out of commission for the next couple of weeks.

I slipped into my room, and found the megaphone. I wanted to make my next message as powerful as I could, and so I let my words guide themselves.

"I know I've asked a lot of you all recently," I began, "and I know how hard it's been for some of you." I took a deep breath, sighing before continuing.

"I want you all to know I'm very proud of how the situation's been handled. I was wary, but have enjoyed the results... But..." I bit my lip. "We need to do more. Feed the hungry. House the homeless. Give everyone what they need, no questions asked. Why, you may ask, should we do this? Did they earn these things? In fact, they did. By simply existing, they've earned the right to basic human functions and resources needed to survive. So tell me this: why shouldn't we? We have the resources to, so let's do what we can to help our fellow people. Not because we have to, but the opposite: because we want to. Because it's the right thing to do. I know you're capable of fulfilling my request sevenfold," (to which I internally snickered because I liked the sound of the word,) "so doing it once should be just fine." I set down my megaphone and went about my day as normal.

Little did I know that I wasn't just hitting my town. The hospital had the local and the national news side by side, and I was astonished. "VOICE MAKES FINAL PROCLAMATION, WHY SHOULD WE FOLLOW IT?" was the main headline of the night. The next morning, I decided to check the international headlines and, sure enough, Voice was there too. Some called it divine. Some demonic. Most agreed with my last statement. Not everyone, but most. There were questions about who or what was behind "The Voice," but I'd decided to let them keep wondering as I helped Rachel go up to see her brother.

I couldn't help but smile as we walked up to the door. "What's that about?" she asked, in much better shape than yesterday.

"Things are just... Going so well." I say as I open the door.

You stumble upon an old megaphone in an antique shop and jokingly pick it up and say, “Everybody listen up!”. Later that night, the news headlines read, “We’re all listening for what the voice has to next say next!”