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[cleaduvalls]

tagged by loml @samrubygf <333

tagging @zackmartin @knowwheretolook @neshatriumphs @partiallypearl n anyone who wants to <3

last song: american river by destroy boys

fav color: purple !!

currently watching: my babysitters a vampire (still on season 1,,, school is hard </3)

last movie: jennifers body,,, SO GOOD

relationship status: single & looking,,, hinge is so mean 2 me :(

current obsession: mcr and crochet. still figuring out how to combine the two

last thing i googled: "[school name] mobility print"

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HI ARI!!!!! how was your day!!!!!

this is so silly but i get emails from one of the research places i worked at and sometimes i forget that they can give animals to each other and …. i got this email today and it reminded me of you HAHAHAHAHAHA

i too am requesting ~20 mice (preferably in the shape of ari) :3

QUINN !!!!!! i’m pretty okay hehe, just the usual uni stress 🥲🥲 but it’ll pass!!! how about you my angel?

AND PLEASEEEE NOT THE REQUESTED MICE????? 😭😭😭 THE WAY IT’S ALMOST EXACTLY 25 TOO PHDKDJD ….. sorry……… maybe some of the mice ran loose and got caught in a lab. I’M GIVING YOU ALL 25 OF THEM BTW !!!!! ari included as a package deal just for you :3c

^ they r sneaking into ur pockets like this …

[kaiserkisser]

I ask you to check the inbox of your selfship blog

VIIIIIIII 😭😭 oh my GOSH that was such a surprise!!!! thank u smmm 🩷🩷 that was such a wonderful gift from such a wonderful angel 💕💕 like literally omg you have nooo idea how much that lil drabble cheered me up hshshsh youre sooo good and writing and coming up with scenarios what 😭💕💞 and lucifer- AAAHSHSHSHSHSH shshshsh- i js wanna hug him omfg that ask is never gonna see the light of day coz itll always stay in my inbox <3333

[teddybeartoji]

MIIICCKKKEEEYYYY HIIIIIIIII MY DEAR!!!!!!!!!!! ok ok ok i hope im not too late but i saw you answering the horrible asks and ….I WANNA PLAY!!!!!! i’m so so curious abt 19, 59, and 69 >:) MWAH MWAH MWAHH

QUINNN!!!!!!!!!!!!! HII HELLO SWEETHEARTT:3333333333

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

I WOULDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! honestly it doesn't even sound tempting to me.. bc i think that if i were to go back to yk change something, to fix something - another thing would get messed up. like i go and change the narrative and what if it actually goes in a worse path because of that? does that make sense? anyhow long story short i wouldn't go back bc i'd be scared to fuck it up even more!

59. do you like the snow?

I DOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I REALLY REALLY DO!!!!!!!! i used to not like it though but the only reason behind that ugly hatred was the fact that we had to go skiing in school lmao i wasn't a fan of that so it just made me dislike the snow smhhh but now that i am free from that - I CAN FINALLY ENJOY THE SNOOWWW:33333333333 i think everything looks sooo so pretty when it's snowing!!!!!!!!! and i really do love playing in the snow too lmao it randomly snowed here in march and while everybody was pissed abt it i was so excited my cheeks hurt from smiling........

69. do you believe in soulmates?

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH I DOOOOO:((((((((( mickey the lover mickey the sap mickey the "it's meant to be" aaaahhhhhhh i can never stop adding little soulmate mentions to all of my works i simply cannot stop it i love soulmates okay. i think it's such a sweet concept. oh and while i love the idea of it meant to be i don't think soulmates always work out though. i feel like a lot of ppl think that soulmates might be like an mmm easy way,, as in like you don't have to work for it since it's "meant to be" but i don't think that's true at all. not to bring stsg into everything but they really are the best example of it i think. like how could anyone look at them and then say that they weren't soulmates yk??????????

but yeah i really love the idea of soulmates i love the idea of your body just immediately recognizing the other and i love the idea of just Feeling it. like you meet this person and you just kinda know it...

horrible asks

[mushiewrites]

hi hi :D

for the character thing: can you do questions 7-13 for both cc!dream and cc!sapnap? I wanna hear you rant about dreamnap <333 my boys <33

thank youuuuu

- cal <3

from this post!

dreamnap our babies ): <3

7 - who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

dream: george + sap!

sapnap: karl, george + dream :3

8 - who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

dream: george 100%. they can't keep their hands off of each other normally, but when george wants to be a menace, his hands are almost always glued to dreams tummy. and, about 50% of the time you can find sap right by his side, helping hold dream down

sapnap: karl. oh my gosh it's karl. it's definitely george and dream too, because karl doesn't live with him, but every time karl is with sap, he's tkling him at all times, whenever and however he's able

9 - does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

dream: yes. dream is a baby and he can't hear it at all when it's aimed at him. he can say it sometimes if he's feeling confident or if he's wrecking someone, but most times you'll never catch dream saying it

sapnap: this little panda pup cannot say it or hear it, I'm sorry but he's just so tkly and flustered and embarrassed

10 - are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

dream: I think dream is kind of shameless when it comes to his sensitivity. he's a puppy, after all. he loves getting tummy tks, and the more people that know he's tklish, the more tummy rubs he can get! :D

sapnap: he is very very VERY embarrassed about how tklish he is and absolutely denies it. he's a tiny lil big tough man who should not be that sensitive!! no one should know this incredibly embarrassing weakness!!!!! (but everyone does, and they tk him to let him know how loved he is and how adorable he gets when tkled)

11 - would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

dream: for dream I think that digging in for most of his spots is what drives him crazy the most. but there are certain spots (the sides of his tummy, his back) that when tkled lightly get him howling

sapnap: I think for sap gentle tks get him a TON. he's someone that can have light tks or rough tks and you can get almost the same reaction, but I think gentle ones fluster him and get him the most (and gentle ones are his favorite <3)

12 - is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

dream: T U M M Y!!!!!!!!! literally no explanation needed this boy is a PUPPY

sapnap: I think sap likes when people get his neck / chest / collarbone area ): it just makes him so giggly cause he's so sensitive there, but it's kind of a hard spot to block and he loves the helplessness of it all <3

13 - is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

dream: bellybutton, dream can't take it. he's way too sensitive, it's way too small of an area to focus on, and he doesn't understand why something so evil is allowed to happen to a tiny spot like that (don't worry he absolutely adores it still, just cannot handle it at all for even a second)

sapnap: my poor angel, his ankles and feet. he's just so tklish there, the thought of anyone even going near those spots sends him into a lil panic (much like dream though, he does love it, he just cant take it)

[gangplanksorenji]

HAPPY 2 YEARS MY DALE MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love u so muchhhhh i adore u!!!!!!!!!!!!! sending all the hugs & smooches everrrrr 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 here is a gaeul for anniversary gift!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOVE U FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!

ur actually the cutest my lovely CHERRYBLINKS!!!!! thanks for the kindest wordsss and i love you saur much you dunno!!! i smooch you and thanks for the heavenly angel doll pookiebear wifey gaeul omg she's so pretty wow!!! <3333333

-���

[florsial]

GOODNIGHTTTTTTTT <33333333

honestly not writing something for @deetealeaf feels almost like a crime <333

[its-sixxers]

love your art, love your vibe, love you

thank u anon u are an angel <3333333

[astraystayyh]

sahar, honeyyyyyy i could not BREATHE reading your recent post. ITS SO AMAZING AND LITERAL PERFECTION. 😆🥴

now im on a hyunjin brainrot…and im not gonna complain ehehe 🫣🤭

EEEEEEEEEE THANK YOU MY ANGEL CLOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! i lied i couldn't write yesterday after all but i'll try my best today hehehe i love u sm truly thank u for ur feedback baby <3333333

[archangeldyke-all]

JUST READ UR FINISHED SEVIKA FIC AND OH MY GOD. It’s truly amazing Angel ! The angst really got me in TEARS. The amount of backstory to their story is so well done in the flashbacks. I know it’s short but u made Honey and Sevika’s relationship and as individual characters so established it’s really clear the amount of thought you’ve put into this fic. When they said they were going into the desert I instantly thought of cowboy Sevika HA. Love your writing as always Angel !!!

oh my god thank you SO MUCH <3333333 this is so kind and encouraging!!! it was so fun writing sevika as a kid and young adult, i just wanna pick her up and give her a big hug ughhhhh hehe

[candiedspit]

U deserve everything good. Ur talented, ur kind, ur empathetic, ur intelligent. U work hard & ur dedicated to your craft. Ur an absolute angel. Everybody deserves good as long they’re a good person whose kind to others, remind urself of that. I know it’s hard when u feel depressed to believe that, but sometimes u gotta yell at ur brain lol. Write it down. Screenshot this message. I love love love u. Believe my words & believe in urself 💕

I will in fact put this in my diary thank you so much omg...this is really sweet and when I don't believe it, I'll look at this. Sending you so much love!!!! <3333333

[itsjaywalkers]

hi lauriee!! how is your day going? it's the advice anon from a few days ago and i just wanted to update you that i posted the lil fic and i did what you told me to do hahha posted it deleted the fking app and then went to sleep and just wanted to say thank you for responding to that ask and making it a bit less scary experience! but i survived and now im here to tell you how much i appreciate you and your blog and and your writing and your ng jeggy and your pandora rosier persona, i still stand by that one!! hope you have a good day and sending you so much hugs and kisses!!<3333333

hi angel!! already ranted about the absolute shitshow of a day i had, so i'm not gonna be complaining again, i promise..

SO SO SO PROUD OF U DARLING <3 CONGRATS!!! U DID IT!!! THE EVIL HAS BEEN DEFEATED!!!

u deleting the app right after posting it is so fucking real.. i've been there and i will probably be there again. but i'm sooooo happy my silly advice helped and also worked for u!! sometimes u really just gotta do it scared, unfortunately. AND STOP THANKING ME it was my pleasure and i adore talking to u guys <3 it's one of the highlights of my days for sure

i appreciate u too nonnie <3 so much more than u can imagine <333 i also hope u have the bestest day ever and i also hope i manage to read ur microfic somehow!!

sending u hugs and kisses and all my love MWAH MWAH

[fourmoony]

IM SO PROUD OF U CONGRATS <3333333

Ahh thank you angel <3 that means the world

[shurisneakers]

poppy. angel. light of my life. sweetheart.

HAS she considered that? no like fr have we considered ALL the options

hehheheheh. it has begun shes going to get so much worse trust

I LOVE YOUUUUU. THIS IS SO SILLY BUT ACTUALLY HAS ME GRINNING. HAHAHAHAHH IM SO GLAD. IT'S SUCH AN UNSERIOUS LINE

WAIT??? I WAS RIGHT you literally always are and even if u weren't i would rewrite reality for it to be right

It’s gonna be YOUR cat Buck, i can feel it. or maybe it’s Loki idk but i hope it’s Alpine i did not even consider loki but as for the other one....👀👀👀

GRETA IS WRITING THE AVENGERS????? obviously it’ll be better than justice league literally what can chris nolan offer that greta gerwig avengers cannot. nothing. maybe she'll make an actually good movie the mcu could never

even while depressed we’re silly. even when all else fails, we must stay committed to the bit

i just know Agatha watches the ep and makes a fake twitter to either complain or praise ok im stealing this ily (<3333333)

THANK YOU MY BELOVED. YOUR OTHER COMMENTS MADE ME SMILE SO HARD, I REREAD THEM AND THIS SO SO MANY TIMES THANK YOU THANK YOU <333

unsolved (v)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky, obnoxious reader, witchcraft

A/N: it's like i never left amirite (im sorry it has been like 10 months pls forgive me ily guys let's pretend this series never went on hiatus) (i had cancer and college but now I've graduated from both and i live babyyy. anyway. welcome back to my house of horrors)

Previous part || Series masterlist

When you tell Maya you want to do witchcraft, you'd done so with the full expectation of defending your idea with the force of a PhD student who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She surprisingly agrees. 

“Really?” It's hard to stop the astonishment from entering your voice. Honestly, it sort of pisses you off that the Canva presentation you spent five hours on wouldn't actually see the light of day.

“Yeah, sure. I think it'd do well with the older demographic. ” She shrugs.

"Really?" Now you weren't sure she was on the same plane of existence as you were.

“Make some animals talk. Conjure up some parking spots.”

Ah. 

“I was thinking more like... hexing people and shadow demons,” you test slowly.

That seems to tether her to reality.

Her head cranes towards you centimetre by centimetre, like she was buffering in real time.

“Are you insane?" she states, not very much sounding like she was expecting an answer. "Do you want to end up on the news? Do you know how vicious Facebook groups can be?” 

“No PR is bad PR,” you preach wisely, parroting advice you’d seen bots on Twitter tell other bots. 

“That doesn’t apply to you. I already have a tough time explaining Stephen Strange and why he’s not literally the devil to the public."

Now that was a little unfair. Perhaps it warranted another Canva presentation.

"Have you considered that I'm hotter and significantly cooler than Stephen Strange?" you suggest helpfully.

She squints at you, or more likely your audacity. "I will not have another scandal on my hands this week.” 

“But next week is okay?”

Her hardened stare tells you quickly what a thousand words cannot.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Thou limit me so, Maya. How is one to find you invigorating content in these trying circumstances?”

Maya taps your shoulder on her way out, crooning, “There’s a reason I asked you to do this series. You’ll figure it out.”

You hide a smile with an all too dramatic sigh. “Thou compliment me so. How am I to not fall in love with thee?”

Maya shakes her head playfully. “Nothing that will get me called into a press conference by mid-day. No hexing. No extreme curses. ”

“Mid-level curses it is, then” you call after her.

Her leaving figure does not give you a reply.

After a week of staring at the corner of his room through the night, delirious to the point where he seriously considered using Sam’s Amazon Prime account to buy his own stupid ghost apparatuses, Bucky throws in the towel.

Clearly, he was mistaken. Sleep deprived and probably missing his family a little more than he would have ever admitted to a living soul.

Bucky's sleep deprivation adds to his already charming and sociable personality.

No one would touch him with a ten-foot pole. Bucky’s usually grumpy and while everyone had sort of built a tolerance towards his regular nonsense, he was now the very sexy combination of grumpy and sensitive.

For his part, after last week's shenanigans, Bucky has stuck to avoiding anything and everything horror.

He watches only romcoms and finds that while everyone says he seems most like Harry from Harry Met Sally, he hates that Mike Wazowski motherfucker with a passion. 

While everyone else seems to get the memo, you have chosen to ignore it blissfully, and have instead been prancing about all week, shoving meme after meme into his face.

Bucky Barnes smiling compilations that were 7 seconds long. Bucky Barnes social media fanfictions that showed him replying far more than he had ever replied to anyone in real life ever.

Bucky’s learnt to ignore you with a long-suffering glare. You adapt quickly, skillfully dodge the daggers shooting out of his eyes and shove another TikTok in his face. It is an edit of him to Toxic by Britney Spears. He doesn't want to ask where they got some of the footage they used.

After the fifth Twitter screenshot, he takes to avoiding you like the plague.

Unfortunately for Maya, that involved avoiding the set too. He sees on the official The Graveyard Shift channels that there’s an announcement put out about an episode delay. 

It is undeniably his fault. No, he still won't answer the group chat or the several knocks at his door every day.

But because the universe is invested in his sorrow, you seem to find him wherever he goes.

In the garden, digging through the vegetable bed.

In the storeroom, looking through oversized cookware.

When he walked into the alley behind the Tower and found you there, he hissed at you like a feral cat and you asked very loudly what the fuck was wrong with him. 

He checks every part of him and all his clothes for a tracker but no-- you just seem to have a karmic connection level of being exactly where he is. 

When he runs into you for the fourth time at the library, he really thinks he’s lost it.

“Are you following me?” he asks, voice sharp.

You look at him in wonder. “Your ego is so big it could have its own gravitational pull. How do you carry around your massive head all day?"

“Everywhere I go, you’re there.” He continues, finger pointing in accusation. 

“Bitch, you're the one who walked in here," you exclaim. "I’ve been here all day.”

“Doing what?”

“Who’s following who now?” you dare.

“Because you’re in this section.” He does a quick check to see what section it actually is. Witchcraft and Wizardry. He may not have known that when he accused you but he definitely was not wrong.

“Why do you care what I do here?”

Because he's wondering if he’s managed to shut down production permanently and sent a bunch of people into unemployment.

“I don’t trust you here," he settles on instead. "What are you actually doing?"

“I’m learning things. Gaining knowledge. And such." You gesture vaguely before you narrow your eyes at him. "Not that you would know, you ape.”

He scoffs. He had the intelligence of a thousand suns, mind you.

“You don’t even have a book," he counters.

“So? I’m gaining knowledge through osmosis.” You look around. “I’m absorbing.”

His nose twitches, teeth clenched.

“Whatever,” he mumbles instead, turning his attention to the bookshelf.

As he thumbs through various titles he’s too annoyed to read, a small movement catches his attention. 

He watches you from the corner of his eyes. 

“What?” you demand, this whole exchange too damn loud for a library. 

“What?” he challenges right back. “Why are you watching me?”

“Why am I– you’re the one staring at me.” You throw your hands up. “First you follow me here, second you accuse me of things that would get me burnt at the stake a couple of years ago, third you accuse me of watching you just 'cause you know you're pretty. You–”

Bucky narrows his eyes, not missing the random compliment you slipped in.

“Hold on just one second. That’s why you’ve been avoiding everyone all week.” You stare at him, wide-eyed and unrelenting.

He thinks he must have missed some part of the conversation because he has no idea why you're looking at him like you've figured him all out.

“That’s why you’ve been so jumpy and sleep deprived ever since that episode you filmed.”

Bucky’s gaze doesn’t waver, but his mind races and his breath falters for a second. There’s no goddamn way you knew what had gone down, he’d deleted every footage that could possibly–

“You missed me.”

He stops his overthinking right in its tracks.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” You tilt your head, face full of pure sympathy. “You filmed one episode without me by your side and realised you couldn’t live without me.”

“Fucking ridiculous,” he mutters, eyes pressed closed tighty, partially in relief. 

“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad it makes you throw u–”

“Fuck off.” Bucky turns on his heel at the speed of light.

“You have a fat, raging crush–”  

“I’m fuckin' moving out.” His voice is like rocks.

“You can move out, but you can never move on, baby,” you whisper-shout. “When’d you realise you liked me, Bucky? Night one? The first hou–”

He slams the library door behind him. 

From: Stevie Left some strawberries outside your door. They’re good. 

From: Stevie How are you doing today, by the way?

From: Bucky alive

From: Bucky and thanks 

From: Stevie Anything we have to talk about? Your wood chisels didn’t break again, did they?

From: Bucky nothing im fine

From: Stevie You sure? Time for a Cypress Hills visit?

From: Bucky no im fine 

From: Stevie You haven’t left the room in a week. Beat your old record and I'm going to start getting worried here.

Bucky stares at his phone wondering how he ended up with a mother a century after his own died, before sighing.

From: Bucky going to film a video this week. im fine

From: Bucky promise 

Because there really was no other way to convince Steve that he as leaving the cave he constructed from his comforter.

From: Steve Good to hear. I’m always across the hallway if you need anything. 

From: Bucky i know. your gramophone won’t let me forget it. 

From: Steve Dick.

From: Bucky it is too damn loud. old ass

From: Steve Got a new record. Haven’t listened to it yet.

From: Bucky ill be there in 10

That Friday, Bucky walks onto the set in his finest black hoodie and darkest sunglasses, looking less like a badass and entirely like a hungover teenager. 

Before he has a chance to even register what’s going on, he is ambushed by lights, a team touching up his face and his stupid dollar store sunglasses leave him before he has a chance to protest.  

“I told you he’d show up,” you pipe up proudly from your place at the table. “Lil' shit simply missed me too–”

“Stop,” he interrupts, finally getting around to look at the set when the foundation brushes stop assaulting his line of vision. 

For a hot second, he thinks you've taken over Steve's cooking show. 

There are candles floating around, which he assumes you're holding up. A large… cauldron, gigantic wooden mixing spoons and 50 little bowls worth of ingredients are neatly arranged on the table.

“What the hell is going on?” he questions immediately. “What is all this?”

“Mise en place, baby,” you reply, shutting a book you had on the table loudly before looking at him. “You’re on dish duty. Come on.” 

“What?” His eyebrows pull into a frown. 

You dust off your hands before reaching under the table and chucking an apron at him. “Back when I worked as a line cook, the number one rule was to clean up as you go. I like to think of it as--”

“What is going on here?” he specifies, already trying to piece together your timeline in his head with every new piece of lore.

“Welcome to my kitchen, motherfucker.” Your grin is nefarious. “We're gonna do some witchcraft.” 

After he spends fifteen minutes on the phone with Maya confirming that yes, that is indeed the episode and that the heads up he needed would have reached him if he opened the seventeen million messages on the group chat– he finally comes to stand behind the bench with you, a tick in his jaw but also with enough self-awareness to be sheepish. 

He thought his grand return to the channel would be a simple video with some ghost reading or whatever, not… this. 

He turns to you, ready to reach a compromise that ends with him not having to be there at all.

But in the fifteen minutes he had turned his attention to the call, you’ve somehow convinced them to start rolling before he gets the chance to leave, so he’s immediately hit with a--

“We’re on in three…two–”

“Where is your apron?” you demand, looking him up and down.

“I’m not wearing that shit.” It had some stupid slogan like ‘Life is about taking whisks!’ and he had already been through enough.

“Jeez, annyone would think that you're not in love with me--"

"I'm not."

"--by the way you're so ungrateful. I got that custom-made for you,” you tsk. “I could've gotten the other one. Mine could've said ‘he’s my sweet potato’ and yours could've said ‘I yam’.”

Bucky experiences a whole-body chill. 

“Whatever," you dismiss with a wave of hand before looking into the camera. "Before we get started, we recognize that for some, witchcraft is a deeply meaningful religion and spiritual practice that should be approached with respect and curiosity.”

“We’re not claiming this is the definitive guide to witchcraft, we’re simply trying out a book that’s been highly recommended for better or worse, and seeing where it leads us. Whaddya say, Bucko?

You look at him for input. Bucky stares at the dusty, hole-ridden monstrosity on the table.

“What’s it called?” Bucky asks finally after a long pause.

You tap the thick, old book. “Witchcraft for Weenies: A Totally Legit Guide to Authentic Witchcraft by A. Harkness.”

“Is that the actual name or are you just making it up?”  

“Rich coming from the only one between us who actually lied on camera--" you glare at him. "I would never fabricate my sources, I’m a champion for academic integrity.”

You pick up the book to show him, flipping it towards the camera too and sure enough, the book that was basically falling apart at the binding was called exactly that.

“Let’s-a go, baby.”

You stare at him, lips pressed together. Bucky gives no inclination towards changing his answer. 

“Fine. We’re going to do this the hard way, I see.” You exhale, reaching into the pocket of your apron. 

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together when you brandish a deck of cards, yank his arm towards you and drop it into his open palm. 

“Shuffle," you command.

Something very familiar faces him.

Bucky stares at the cards before looking back at you. “Why’s my face on it?”

“It’s a tarot deck I got from Comic Con,” you insist. “Avengers themed. Now shuffle it.”

He thinks you left that card on top on purpose, but regardless, he's already been too much of a menace to the crew to be the cause of any more disturbance.

So he slowly begins, careful and skilled, before you scoff in his face.

“Faster, grandpa," you chide. “I’ve seen the way those hands cut garlic when no one’s around, I know you move faster than that.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but complies anyway, shuffling the cards with the adeptness only a certain Jim Morita could have taught him in a dark tent to keep him awake on a night watch. 

“Faster,” you goad, face smug. “Faster. Come on now, Barnes, your age finally catching up to you?”

It’s stupid– he doesn’t even know why he’s actually complying and increasing his speed. He can’t believe that he was letting you pressure him.

“C’mon, faster, Barnes, you abso-”

His hands were moving so fast by then that they’d have to put the video in slow motion to catch all the movement.

“Faster–” and in the commotion, a few cards fly out.

“Brilliant, thanks.” You slam them down on the table, plucking the deck out of his hand before he has a chance to process why the fuck he actually went ahead with what you were trying. 

“Right, so the universe has decided that these will be your cards,” you tell him, and he finally looks down at what had fallen out of the deck. 

The cards show Sam’s Captain America shield, Carol Danvers, and Spider-Man, with words written below.

“The Star, Six of Cups, The Hanged Man,” you read out thoughtfully.  

Bucky rolls his eyes so hard he thinks they’ll fall out of his skull. 

“You know, I’m going to just make a general assumption and say you need help.” You hum to yourself. “I'm gonna make a potion to get you some.”

“Get me some?” He's too busy trying to figure out what the cards could possibly mean to see that he's walked straight into that one.  

“Get you some perspective. You need an advisor who’ll dish it to you straight. Give you the facts, no bullshit–”

"No." He had too many of those in his life and he has had enough of people being “honest” and "straightforward” and telling him his moustache was ugly every time he dared to try out a new look–

Until you reach under the table and again and suddenly, there’s a white creature buzzing around on the table in front of him.

“Behold– your new advisor,” you announce.

From the corner of his eye Bucky can see the production team scrambling to figure out where the hell this was going. He lip-reads producers’ orders to find adoption links or resources to insert during post-production, and teasers on social media, to make this look more planned. Great, so no one was prepared-- it wasn't just him.

“Whose fucking cat is this?” He looks down at it, all white except for a few brown spots all around, green eyes and evil in her aura.

“Relax, I'll give her back when we're done.”

“Give her ba–” he echoes. “Where did you get her?” 

“The alley outside,” you coo, rubbing under her chin. “I checked and she doesn’t have an owner. But look at her, she’s meant to be here.”

Bucky looks at the cat. The cat looks back at him, irises narrowing into slits. His nose twitches. 

“You can’t just bring a cat–”

“Remember to adopt, not shop,” you say to the camera before clapping your hand. “Anyway. If my potion goes according to plan, she will be giving you unsolicited life advice for eternity.” 

“You will be unemployed, then,” Bucky manages to add while watching the chaos unfold behind the camera.

“Nonsense, I’m irreplaceable.” You grin. “Besides, you can't manufacture chemistry like this even in a cauldron.” 

You send him a flying kiss. His glower was as sharp as laser beams.

“Let’s get started.” You grin at the camera. 

Bucky tries to pet the cat. She hisses at him.

Well all-fucking-right then.

One hour later, things have descended into madness of the most mundane kind.

It was precisely when you started telling him ten minutes in that a book had nothing on your instincts and raw intelligence that Bucky knew that this was going to shit. 

The cauldron was on an electric stove unlike the open fire demanded by the book because the team had enough foresight to know it would be a fire hazard.

You toss in something that looks like cardamom but he isn’t sure at this point. He just wanted to get away from the bright lights and the strange smiling liquid boiling awai.

The cat sits obediently by your side, watching curiously. He is convinced that she is evil.

Unfortunately, Bucky has had to hold her back twice when she tried to stick her paw in to attack a bubble, and at this point, he doesn’t think he has it in him to do it a third time. 

You read the recipe as if it makes any sort of fucking difference now.

“We’re almost done,” you sing. 

Bucky nurses his headache.  “Don't give me hope.” 

“Put some more reegelbeetle seeds in,” you dictate. “This is gonna work, I can feel it.”

Bucky uses his free hand to do as you say. He doesn’t even think it’s the right one, he just reaches for whatever is closer to you and you don't seem to care either.

You toss in some more seeds, stir twice and then turn off the stove. 

“Boom.” You lift the spoon up, watching the thick liquid drip back. “This is either a talking potion or a hex.” 

"Hex to do what?”

“I think it activates dormant allergies.” You squint at the book that literally had no significance besides being a prop. “You got any?”

“No.” But it makes him think of Steve’s pollen allergies. 

“Oh. Well, then there’s only one outcome here.”

“Alright, here we go.” Of the gigantic pot that you’d just stirred, you fish the tiniest amount out on the smallest spoon he’d ever seen, which you also apparently stored in the vast space that was your apron pocket.

The cat watches you hold the spoon near its face.

It takes a sniff. Then two. Finally, after deeming it non-poisonous, it sticks out its tongue the tiniest bit and takes a lick.

The whole crew is silent.

Bucky’s hand is still pressing against his temples.

“Tell us your name,” you urge, voice hopeful.

The cat looks at Bucky, and for a second, something akin to understanding flashes in its eyes. It’s uncanny and weird and something about it unsettles him deeply. 

You seem to catch it too because you look at him in surprise. He looks back at you, face pulled into a frown. 

And for a moment, he wonders. If you'd somehow done it. Because there’s no fucking way–

Then it meows.

He exhales.

Your shoulders drop as you let out an “Aw, man.”

"Great. Goodbye. Like and subcribce to the bell icon," he calls out, dusting his hands against his pants.

Someone from the production crew sneezes.

Both of you turn to him immediately. 

At the same instant, someone else all the way on the opposite end sneezes again, and the whole crew turns to look at them, before another sneezes in the front.

“We did it!” you cheer.

“We didn’t do jack,” Bucky interjects immediately as the crew errupts into a cacophony of chatter and sneezes.  

“It’s a hex that activates allergies and they’re sneezing,” you point towards them with the spoon, triumphant.

“You threw fifteen fuckin' pounds of pepper in there,”  he argues. “You've turned this room into a sandstorm of dry spices. This proves nothing.” 

“I’ve connected the dots.” Your eyes shine, ignoring him.  

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“I’ve connected them.” 

Someone in the corner sneezes. He wonders if Steve’s allergies would be activated by the trace amounts of... cursed soup that he carries with him back to the floor. 

“Well, we can’t leave them like this, Bucky.” You look around, tsking. “We gotta make a reverse hex or something.”

“You can,” he says. “It’s called opening the windows.”

“Nope,” you pop the last syllable. “We’re making another potion. C’mon.”

“First of all, this is not a potion–” he begins, but is interrupted by a buzz on his phone, the screen lit up by a text on the groupchat. 

From: Maya I don’t give a shit if it’s placebo or not. Make a damn potion before you get sued for hexing employees. 

“Fine,” he grumbles. 

“Beautiful. Grab the ash sphinx flakes,” you brandish another big cauldron from fuck knows where.

Bucky stares at you, unmoving.

“Just get the oregano,” you sigh. 

The cat tries sticking her paw in the pot again.

Bucky feels a sneeze incoming.

Whether the hex and subsequent anti-hex Maya forced you to make at gunpoint was real or not, is yet to be determined scientifically.

What actually does happen, is the damn apron you give him carries enough trace amount of your stupid experiment, that it somehow activates Steve’s very real pollen allergy. Bucky finds himself on edge for the rest of the day every time the man rattles the walls with his middle aged dad sneezing.

It carries on over to his show, which means Steve’s episode on baking a 1950s chocolate cake from tomato soup is edited extremely strangely to cut out every sneeze.

Which means Nat’s episode on spy inaccuracies in Argylle takes twice as long to film because they have to take a few seconds every time Steve’s sneezes interrupt her from the set next door.

Which means Bruce’s video on the science behind memory is delayed on shooting.

All in all, something does seemed to have been hexed, but it mostly seems to be everyone’s fucking productivity.

Finally, everyone manages to get through the day, and the videos are sent to post production.

The same night when everyone’s gathered at the dining table to commemorate the end of another shoot day, Bucky slips out, knowing that Steve would save him a slice of pizza if he never returned. 

He goes back to the library to return his copy of Understanding Wood Finishing, when his curiosity leads him back down a familiar path. 

It’s where he finds you again, in the same corner as the last time, on the floor, surrounded by shelves.

“You again.” You quirk an eyebrow when he appears from the shadows. "Aren't you supposed to be eating pizza?"

“What are you absorbing now?” he asks, voice low for once, respecting the sanctity of the library now that day had slipped into night and everything seemed a bit more solemn now.

“Nothing,” you answer.

“Then why are you here?” 

He figured you’d be out there, introducing everyone to the cat that was now set to be roaming the halls, before someone assumed it was a shapeshifting enemy and dealt with it accordingly.

“God forbid someone get some peace and quiet for once,” you mumble. “It’s too loud out there.”

Oh.

You don’t say anything else, leaning back against the bookshelf with your eyes closed.

There really isn't a need for more words. He gets it. 

The understadning leaves silence in its wake. Bucky doesn't really have anything to say.

“Did you come here just to stare at me?” you ask finally. “Did you finally admit your feelings?” 

“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Only a matter of time.” You smile before changes to something more subdued, a bit more serious. “You wanna talk about what’s actually been bugging you for the last week?”

Bucky looks at you wearily. “The tarot cards tell you something?”

You eye him. “Not more than what’s obvious. Wanna talk about it?”

He swallows, throat suddenly feeling like it's closing in on itself. 

“No.”

“Alrighty.” 

You say nothing more than that, leaving the both of you in relative quiet, save for the buzz of the warm fluorescent light above. 

Bucky takes an awkward seat next to you on the floor.

You pry open an eye to look at him in suspicion.

“Y’mind?” he manges.

“Mind what?”

He gestures to himself uncomforably, readiy to jump up and leave at any second.

You observe him for a second, and for once he stares back with no irritation in his look, just permission.

“No, you can sit.” You close your eyes. “So long as you don’t tell anyone else 'bout this place.” 

If there’s anything Bucky’s good at, it’s keeping a secret. 

He settles back into the shelf with an exhale, letting the weight of day roll off his shoulders.

You wordlessly slide a thermos towards him. He doesn’t even have to open it to know it’s the damn soup from that afternoon.

And if he’s being honest, it doesn’t taste that bad at all. 

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sooooo i heard someone mention selfship asks >:3…. i have one for mitoru n one for moji hehe

1) i can’t resist the hurt/comfort SO . how does toru cheer you up when you’re having a bad day?? and vice versa !!!!!

2) i alr asked this for mitoru but !!!! between you n toji ….. who is ”falls first” and who is ”falls harder”?? :3

OK THAT’S ALL (for now >:3)…… gl w work mickey!!!! 🫂🫂 i hope that you see this tmrw when you’re well rested!!! and that you have the coziest sleep in the meantime <33 smooching you gently on the bridge of your nose

HELLO ARI MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL<333333333333 THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME ON MY SILLY LITTLE SELFSHIPS HEHEHEHHE

mitoru comfort..... wahh this is such a sweet question ari:(((( when i'm having a bad day it's all about quiet time and touch. he knows that words will have very little effect, so he just slings himself over me like a koala:((((((((( i'm talking like full body weight and we've definitely uhh almost fallen over like a million times lmao. doesn't matter whether i'm getting something to eat or i'm gaming or i'm already full-time rotting in bed - he's just gonna Envelop me<333 he will whisper ridiculous jokes in my ear and i will always laugh bc i am not immune to his stupidity<3333333

and when he's sad:(((((((((((((((((((((((pls i don't even wanna think abt it he's my baby:((((((((((((((((((((((( i hold him tight and i will play with his hair as i whisper praise and reassurance into his ears. he hides his face in my neck or chest or lap (this guy is a cat fr) and i keep him safe and sound, away from the world:((((((he's mine:(((((( you know he tries to hide whenever he's feeling bad but he can't escape me i will always be there. i'll trace his face and tell him how much he means to me just so he knows that it's okay to open up, that it's okay to let me in:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( ari i love him sm:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

omggggg moji hehehehehe nowwwwwww i haven't actually delved too into this so this is veryvery exciting. i will be first to fall though there's no question here. but it still wouldn't be a love at first sight thing. this is also a slowburn but a different kind from the mitoru one. it's even slower i think😭😭😭😭

ok but i think the moji dynamic is literally just him meeting a weird cat and picking it up by the scruff and going🤨🤨🤨🤨what the fuck kind of a creature are you🤨🤨🤨🤨but then i manage to woo him with my straightforward and snarky personality and he goes🤨🤨🤨🤨again bc what the fuck is happening to him🤨🤨🤨🤨i think i can entertain him so much that he has no other way to just fall in love with me

anywayy.................... as for who falls harder............................ how self-indulgent am i when i say toji............................................. it's gonna take him a while to do it but when he finds his person he's All In you know?? like there's just no going back... when it finally clicks in his head i think he feels a bit sick. happy and sick and nervous and giddy and aaaaahhh everything is too much!!!!! feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but luckily i'm right there with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will bring him down to earth (to me) and then i'll welcome his shy love with open arms!!!!!!!!!!! ari i love him so much too i wanna cry:((((((((((((((((((((

wahhhhhhhhhhhhthey're both my babygirls i would do everything and anything for them<3333333 once again thank u so much for indulging me with this i'm having so much fun thinking abt the dynamic and the Lore hehehehe i love you so much and i am kissing every single one of your freckles rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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EMMA HONEYYYY!!! OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!! WISH YOU A AMAZING DAY FILLED WITH HAPPINESS LOVE AND LOTS OF FUN TIMES WITH YOUR LOVED ONES!! <333333 May all your dreams come true dearie!! You're such a wonderful and cute person!! I'm always so happy to see you online and your beautiful creations emma! you're seriously such an angel ilysm hon!! *hugs you tight* And i just saw the message from that anon!! DON'T MIND what they said!!! Please don't be upset on your day cutie!! It's way more important than this darling!! *smooches you* Keep what you love doing, we will always be excited to see them and stay by your side emma!! Take care darling, ignore the message, people just don't know what it costs content creators to do their works... have a blast on your day hon!! Want to see you happy!! <3333333 hehe SMILE!!! <333333

AWW ANA SWEETIE! U MADE ME SM BETTER! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Thank you for typing such lovely & sweet message on my inbox! I'm delighted ur here & made me feel better after replying to that rude anon (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

Anyways im so grateful to you as always & omg u posted Yona of the Dawn edit as i missed ur edits sm! 😭💖 (some of ur edits are on queue list) Its absolutely breathtaking & stunning set dear! 🥹💗 I ALWAYS LOVE UR EDITS & IM THE BIGGEST FAN OF UR WORK! Have a wonderful day dear Ana! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡🌸🍡✨