#white-bread just-in-time gamer

[cappadocius]

White-bread just-in-time gamer

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I am a high-definition gateway drug body double!

[stargirlygirl]

if they were househusbands

denki, izuku, tamaki x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, tama's is a bit suggestive, kinda hcs, 870 words

kaminari denki

100% a househusband

not exactly unemployed ⟶ he’s tryna be a pro gamer and with you being the breadwinner, he picks up the slack around the house

kinda ends up being a part-time gamer (cause i’m not so sure about those skills making him a pro) just because of how hard it is to balance gaming and keeping your home in order

does he do the chores well, though? i would imagine that he tries to bake muffins or banana bread for you but it ends up getting burnt; he tries to fix one of the lights but then short circuits the entire house; he makes the leaking tap ten times worse so you have to call bakugou over to fix it

apologises profusely after setting the kitchen curtains on fire and buys you new ones that you absolutely love

he would look so cute in his lil apron that you got him for his bday!!!!!!!

you’re sitting on the couch, watching with a smirk as denki pulls a frilly, pink and white waist apron out of the gift bag you got him. his golden eyes are wide as he stares at the garment. he’s holding it up in the air, gaze flicking between you and the apron.

he stutters, “what-what the fuck?” you burst out into laughter as he just stares at you, thumbing the frills. you bend over as you laugh, your hand on his knee, unable to contain yourself.

denki places the apron down on his lap and says, “what am i to you? a maid?” you nod, your hand in front of your mouth as you continue to laugh at him.

once you calm down and wipe the tears from your eyes, you say, “don’t you like it?” you try to pout but your giggles make it nearly impossible.

denki sighs, “only a maid for my beautiful, sexy wife.” you notice his adorable pout, his blond brows furrowed. you lean over and wrap your arms around his shoulders, planting a big smooch on his cheek.

“all mine,” you taunt in his reddening ear. he gently pushes you off, causing you to laugh as you lean back. “try it on!” you squeal in excitement. at that, denki’s face reddens. he looks at you, mortified by the thought of how he’s about to humiliate himself for his wife. he gulps and grumbles about how stupid this is, how mean you are. but it doesn’t stop him from slipping the apron around his slutty waist and tying it in a bow at the back.

you stare at him, checking him out shamelessly as he does a little twirl for you. “happy now?” he pouts. you nod enthusiastically.

“very happy.”

midoriya izuku

househusband because he got injured during hero work

you tell him to take it slow and rest but he’s up early every day, making you lunch for work and putting on a load of laundry

he’s the successful househusband ⟶ great at all of the chores; never leaves a mess, not a speck of dust to be seen, nothing out of place

during the winter, he’ll throw your work clothes in the dryer so that when you get dressed, they’re still toasty; he’ll place a beanie on your head and even put your mittens on for you

when you come home from work, dinner’s on the table and izuku is greeting you with a sweet kiss; he takes your bag from you and asks you about your day while leading you to the bedroom to get changed

if you’re tense, then he’ll give you a massage and shower with you

“come and sit, honey,” izuku coos to you. he pats the spot next to him on the couch. you shake your head and try to tell him you’re fine, but he insists. sighing, you plop down on the couch next to him. he tells you to turn and face away from him and so you do. then, you feel his warm, large hands on your shoulders and upper back, kneading the tender muscles. you let out a sigh of relief and ease into his touch, letting him take away the stress of your day.

he ends up convincing you to take off your top so he can have better access to your upper back and, therefore, give you a better massage. and your pure-intentioned boy is true to his word, his fingers and palms pressing into your soft flesh and soothing you. after he’s worked your shoulders, he adjusts your body so that you’re sitting facing forward. he gets down on the floor and props your foot up on his knee. he repeats the process, helping you relax with those perfect hands and their relieving rhythm across your skin.

he kisses your ankles, shins, and calves, working his way up to your knees. you giggle as your hand threads through his curly green locks. you let him wrap his arms around you and carry you off to the bathroom, setting you down on the cold tiles and helping you undress. you two get into the shower and he lathers your body in body wash, sprinkling little kisses here and there before rinsing it off.

you sigh into the crook of his neck, “thanks for taking such good care of me.”

he hums in response and says, “always, honey.”

amajiki tamaki

idk about this twink

he’s giving shy cutie who does all of the laundry and makes the most delicious meals for you

he’s also great at gardening ⟶ you have the most beautiful garden in the neighbourhood because of this man and his quirk; he spends his days wrangling those weeds and planting pretty flowers and vegetables and fruits

of course, he uses your homegrown produce in your meals, making it taste amazing and extra special because of all the hard work he put into cultivating them

he would also make you the cutest bentos!!!!! like with the tako sausages and star-shaped fruit and veg ⟶ makes literal edible art just for his beautiful wife

i think he would always be trying new recipes and dishes and sharing them with you ⟶ like every friday, he’ll cook something new and won’t try it until you get home and try it with him

“tama, i’m home!” you call as you enter your home. you slip off your shoes, the scent of something savoury and delicious filling your nose. you walk into the kitchen and find your husband stirring a pot on the stove. you skip over to him and plant a kiss on his cheek, making him flinch in surprise. he lets go of the wooden spoon and looks at you with wide eyes, red dusting his cheeks.

“i didn’t hear you,” he says quietly, averting his gaze from yours.

you giggle and say, “did you miss me?” he nods furiously and returns to stirring the pot. you ask him what he’s cooking, and he tells you he’s making a soup from a magazine he read. you nod and leave him be.

for dinner, he serves you the most yummy soup you’ve had yet. with wide eyes, you tell him just how good it tastes, and he murmurs that he’s glad you like it. you two talk about your days, tama listening quietly to you rant about work drama. afterwards, you help him clean up.

you stand next to him, drying the dishes that he washes. after setting a plate down, you lean over and whisper in his ear, “maybe i’ll have to show you how much i like your cooking, tama.” you pull back, giggling and feeling cocky once you see that familiar blush rise to his cheeks and ears.

he glances at you every so often, watching his perfect angel dry the dishes and put them away. he quickly looks away once you bend over or reach up, your ass far too round or your tank top riding up and exposing a strip of your soft skin. you can’t wipe that shit-eating grin off of your face. you’re well aware of how he’s watching you, and you like how nervous you make him.

it takes some convincing but eventually, you let him know just how much he and his cooking, his taking care of your home, means to you.

[punkeropercyjackson]

do you have any piper hcs? if so id love to hear about them (especially any including her and drew siblingisms) /nf ofc !!!

I got you!!!!

She isn't half cherokee,she's just cherokee.Aphrodite took the form of a woman of his tribe for Tristan but also half cherokee isn't even a thing because the culture sees multiracial people as simply 'cherokee' even if there's other races in there

She's a trans soft butch lesbian!I know Rick tried to write her as 'unlabeled' but lbr,he's just a lesbophobe as a bi woman she's 100% not into dudes.Her getting bullied by white cis femgirls was only made worse by her transition and thus she was traumatized out of femininity and her arc in Hoo is learning to be a proper tfem butch over a tomboy

She is also autistic and i love my autistic sister so much🩷

Also no weird ass light hair and eyes,her hair is black and glows a warm dark,dark,dark brown in sunlight and she has big brown eyes like a baby strawberry cow.She usually lets it hang loose but eventually she starts wearing braids again to signify character development

She's a huge Sanrio fan and makes custom merch of it.Her favorite is Hello Kitty and she's a he/him lesbian Daniel truther and Frank instantly agrees when she brings it up.Her dream date is a Sanrio Store spree(Onyx take notes)

I think she would use scene extensions/dye styles but not actually identify as scene,she gives more punk rock princess.She's Avril Lavigne but not a poser and she plays the drums and has an energy drinks chugging time record and Gir stickers Grandpa Tom gave her to try to be a cool granddad(it worked)

She really likes cheetos,especially hot cheetos!!And corn based foods as they take her back to good times!Nobody is allowed to joke on that second part though or Piper or Lex will deck them for being racist

Tim Drake kinnie and both proud and embarrassed of it(FR SHE IS SO TIM-CODED).Lex got her into Batfam!!

Casual gamer when it comes to consoles but hardcore into arcade games and her bowling skills go crazy

'This is a scar i got from a scorpion on a beach day when i was 5,the bite was NARLY and i cried all over the place but now i'm so proud of it because it makes me look all cool and rugged,and this scar is from when i saved Annabeth from a Hydra and she was so mad she finished the job for me,and this one's actually not a gunshot wound but a burn i ended up with when i went sick-o-her mode on Hera and this one-'

Takes Onyx on dates for fairy bread,stunts and yap.Also reminds him to wear protection gear /silly

Valentine's Day and Halloween are tied for her ultimate holiday

Local party thrower and instigator

Anarchist

Can't do a handstand and it brings her misery.Can't pronounce the word 'french' itself properly despite speaking it from birth and uses it to torment Percy

Speaking of which,Piper and Hazel AND Frank torment her together through their widely different french dialects

Does vine compilations

Her and the rest of the Aphrodite Cabin including Silena who survived the acid and came out with burn scar disabilities are basically 'The Elite' at camp but Lex teared down their walls through their friendship with Drew starting in TTC so by the time Piper arrives,they're chill with her habits and over their internalized misogyny.Cabin 10 is the number one spot you go to for love advice and the number two spot for trans healthcare(number one is Mr D. since....well yeah lmao)and her and Drew are basically messy autism vs neat autism but it's purely comical with no beef and they work things out

Heavy into sea junk thanks to her Aphrodite kid status but also from tagging along on Percy and Lex dates(she exaggeratedly wolfwhistled whenever she caught them kissing or even just being physically affectionate)

Sit on her lap wether platonically or romantic or a secret third thing,she loves it when people do that to her and will even do your hair and squish your stomach while you do

[itsyina]

101(?)facts about ateez yunho

His name is Jeong Yunho

Born in Gwangju, 23 March 1999

Height 186cm (not really certified)

Palms size 20,8cm (one slap and u r gone)

In ATEEZ he is the MAIN DANCER and vocalist (need to bold that incase people forget)

Was born on International Puppy Days

He is a puppy himself, golden retriever puppy

He likes being cute, he doesn't mind being cute

Jealousy jealousy (him & hongjoong, jealousy duo)

He loves Japan so much, he goes there often

He loves ATINY but I think he loves Abura Soba more

He want to be Abura Soba resto manager

His favorite baseball team is KIA Tigers (the one with ppiki ppiki dance cheerleader)

And he is KIA Tigers' winning fairy, KIA Tigers' fans jokingly want to tie Yunho up on the stadium pole because of that

Have you met Yujin? His alter ego from KBS drama called Imitation

Don't fall in love with Yujin, he is an a*shole (yes I have personal problem)

He likes being praised

Especially when he wear something then fans said he looks good on it

Exhibit A : he wore glasses at one time then atiny said he's very handsome wearing it, he'll wear glasses often after that, he already did

Exhibit B : he shows his hands so much in his photos BECAUSE ATINY LIKES HIS VEINS, we are exposed, aren't we?

Kinda freaky-ahh

I guess he has foot-kink(?), all of those evidences could be proofs (he smelled & slapped san's foot palms(?) and make hongjoong took a feet picture)

He once fell on the subway and his handsome face hit the subway floor first, he got a nose surgery because of it. The reason why he fell is he was sleepy

Rich kid, pay 100k won when he was in highschool for eating meat with Mingi lol

I'm so sorry for saying this but don't let this man draw, just don't

Once he had to draw a person eating custard cream bread and he drew it like that person is eating a p*op😔

Please don't forget zzangmon original drawing too

Got sunburned in LA, poor him

IDK but he like spiderman so much, like... even one time back then when he played game with hongjoong for a variety show, it was a nonsense game like they have to blurt out something nonsense and he said 'you know that I can shoot spider web from my a*shole?' (pls don't ask me members' reaction, that was hilarious and he won the game)

Members called him Snow white coz back then in their trainee days, when yunho opening the practice room window, animals like butterfly or birds suddenly came to him like he is a snow white lol (actually I kinda forget about this one so cmiiw)

A cry baby, he has sensitive heart 🥰

He rarely get angry, which make it more terrifying if he ever got angry (but we all like the angry look on him, aren't we? 😌)

But he is a feel-keeper, he doesn't like people to know what he actually feels, so he tend to keep it by himself

He said he's having a hard time expressing what he feels that's why he didn't talk about it much

His competitive ass won't let him rest

Full-time gamer, part time idol

He play Valorant and rank in Radiant, means he is on the top rank, he is playing like a pro (I hope he stream it someday)

The exact embodiment of "all men do is a lie" because how many live streams he promised to us but never come true 😔

That one live with mingi, dancing live, 99z live, and more

But that's okay! He gave us gift and always try to return fans' love in any form

A devoted catholic

His baptist name is Stefano

When ATEEZ was invited to perform at Coachella, he was very nervous so he seeking comfort in the name of Jesus, he attended a prayer before they perform

He said when he was a child he is also a part of misdinar (I don't know the english 😭 but it's like altar servers? Idk cmiiw about the term)

He wants ATINY to be always happy

The most precious person in this world

[coldretard]

i thought i had a girl friend but i don’t lol hilarious at me

like mildly hype cause my ovulations be occurring and i think that’s why my brain is like POTENTIAL MATE

but i

Can’t do that

I mean I can do whatever I want but I only control me so

I might just need to ramble at my phone whilst driving I cannot type like this AND IT DUMB TO TRY maybe most things are dumb to try

Uncircumcised penis seems not dumb to try tho ..

I’m only concerned about my sourdough starter, which is now like just mother. I think I don’t know should’ve named her mother, but we have and we have Eleanor today randomly. Mikey asked me if I make sourdough bread and I was like yeah he was like oh I was gonna ask you if you wanted some of my discard, I might take some just because I like a variety, but I really don’t need 4 jars of sourdough starter like

Probably i will make dough when I get home

I should’ve started a ginger bug yesterday but I didn’t think using frozen ginger was smart lol so imma make it today

I don’t know if I’m allowed to just talk at my fucking vehicle as I drive around, but I’m doing lose my mind lost my mind over a stranger. People want to feel special but there’s like a limit to it. How special do I need to fucking be I just wanna be crazy enough to not be boring. I don’t wanna be a liability.

I don’t wanna be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately

Why does this motherfucker text me all day like we are not together you are single on Facebook like leave me alone I gave you $40 out of the kindness of my heart cause I know you’re broke bitch and I don’t use Wawa gift cards so you’re welcome. Do you need from me? This motherfucker only knows how to take, a dangerous situation for a second time we got the taxes paid. I need to save money for next year’s taxes this year‘s taxes because I’m not gonna be able to deal with him for much longer whole shit with my ear would’ve never happened if I wasn’t wearing earplugs to try to sleep at night that’s bullshit that I have to wear earplugs in my own fucking house cause some fag is too inconsiderate to go to bed when it’s dark dark it gets dark at like 5 PM or 6 PM. Just literally like 9 to 5 is what I’m asking for and I understand that’s ridiculous so I changed that 11 to 6 and even that was too hard I understand I did this to myself, but like what the fuck How are you this ungrateful very just be thankful. I’m feeding your cats. There’s no chance I’ll trade this one gamer fag for another gamer fag like what is always with people who don’t want to be in reality with Nick. He was in reality and I felt like I was the fuck up like I love having the upper hand people because I don’t wanna feel like the fuck up.

WHAT IS THIS GUYS NAME THOUGH

like I probably won’t ever get to know

And he almost knows my name lmao 4 out of 6 letters are correct

I’d be a different bitch if my name was not my name… I don’t like the other names lol

 I’m very used to myself like my name my face my body. I’ve been me for a very long time. I don’t think people change all that much like fundamentally if you enjoy lying to people that’s who you are and I’m not that I think the truth is scary enough you don’t need to make shit up And then whatever adventure trip make a change and break away like that gay ass song I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly heroes instead of watching the fucking Eagles game. Yay. The Eagles are in the Super Bowl. Let me pretend to care about for a second lol is when you watch basketball or football and you have taken like mushrooms those people look massive and scary and it makes you not really wanna watch those sports like after you’re done tripping you’re like those people are still massive and scary and it could be because they’re not the right color color Color I’m not trying to be you know it’s not there’s nothing explain to me why poop is brown. Why it’s not poop so what is it and why are birds pooping white why are white people not really white? We’re like pink lol tf kind of nasty ass skin tone is this

Some of my customers are not physically capable of like walking outside, so I don’t even know how I don’t even know. I really like my job and I really like being nice to people when I can be nice to people, but like if I don’t feel like it, I don’t feel like it driving around like what I would do in my free time anyway and this way I don’t have to pay for gas and I can still kind of smoke weed about it. Don’t tell anybody that part I’m not supposed to do that like why am I eating goats cheese and acting like it’s good it’s not very good. it doesn’t have a bite to it. You know creamy will be grilled cheese sandwich. That’s what I should do make a grilled cheese no I’m not why did I say that? Why do the Amish called grilled cheeses? They’re fucking cheeseburgers, bitch and Amish cheeseburger ma’am that is a grilled cheese sandwich. There’s this Amish bitch that I am obsessed with, others too because she does not blink like she edits her videos. I don’t know. I’m at this point she’s doing it on purpose. I feel like I don’t exist really I feel like none of us really exist or we are all the same consciousness just experiencing itself and 9 billion different ways.

 hello different topic but still kind of the same time topic Taylor Swift, coming to Philadelphia for Super Bowl games and not making it out alive a weird prediction it’s gonna be so weird to like have to hear the same names in the media the rest of my life and it won’t even matter if she dies, cause I still hear about Kirk Cobain and he’s single if U2 Kurt Cobain singing like where did you sleep last night? That song is so epic and he is so funny I was not a little bit of thought. Love could save him from the system would willingly subjected himself to you could’ve just been an alcoholic with old job that actually demanded some physical labor and you wouldn’t have been famous, but you wouldn’t know burn out fade away being famous seems really difficult and not something that anyone should do

Good luck trying to make sense out of this because apparently just by glancing down, it seems that the voice is not picking up all of the words that I say so it’s a bit mumble jumble. What the fuck is this? What the fuck what are those shoes you know, I feel like people Can hear me. I know they could see me wave and wave back. It’s amazing how much nicer people are in areas where there’s money every once in a while that’s poor and you’ll be like oh these people are all kind of dicks. They’re probably upset because they’re poor

Sometimes I really regret not being an actuary, but I’m pretty sure I would just be getting taken advantage of anything bigger freeloader if I was supposed to be an entire family like I don’t know what happened to the economy, but you can’t have this job and be the only person working in the household anymore And Trump doesn’t even like us. I might not exist. I mean, I will exist. Just my career might not which is not OK because job security was one of my main reasons for getting this career and the other main reasons where the benefits like healthcare and pension because I was pretty sure I was going to have a husband that made more money than me but now I’m gonna die. Start my lentil and rice and apple trees pretty much strawberries, apples, lentils, and rice right blueberries they need to sit soil. How do you make soil acidic? I don’t know fucking know I said I don’t fucking know initially and my phone was like we’re just not gonna type the fucking so I said it by itself and then it did type it so There’s that everything is lonely. I can be my own best friend. These are things you learn from bright eyes

 OK this is a much longer wall of text than I realized it would be because when you’re just rambling it, you’re not looking at how long it is so it’s not a wall of text till you look down and you’re like oh I should shut the fuck up me 

[voidwhalebone]

i dont think i've ever seen a person as viscerally uncool and loserish as elon musk. he tries so hard to be hip and cool and in with the times and be a nerd and a gamer and a funny shitposter and whatnot but its not working because he's just not funny, he isnt charismatic or charming the slightest and honestly i dont think he has genuine interest in all those "nerdy things" either, he just wants to act like someone who has a personality, like a slice of untoasted white bread come to life trying to cosplay as tony stark. dudes so pathetic i literally almost feel sorry for him

[breaddirectory]

Angel birth monsthsary — 300th one!! If you're looking for a way to show your love and support on any of my 365 birthdays this year, this list might make a good reference!

◄ H O B B Y I T E M S ► 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺!!

Polyhedral dice sets (recommending DiceSuki Dice)

Dungeons & Dragons miniatures (monsters, heroes, vehicles, etc.)

Map terrain (trees, elevations, etc.)

Modular battle maps

Custom DM screen

Laser pointer

Cutting mat

Dual-monitor computer setup that works for gaming and media production

Big mouse pad

Hand-held controller

Gamer chair

Black mountain bike

◄ R E L A X I N G I T E M S ► 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦!!

LEGO sets (Advanced+)

Jigsaw puzzles (800+ pieces)

Puzzle books

Books about dinosaurs or sharks

White Crocs and Sharpies

◄ G A M E S & A P P S ► 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦!!

Jackbox Party Pack 10 (Steam)

Tabletop Simulator (Steam)

Overcooked! 2 DLCs

Zombicide: Green Horde (Tabletop)

Unmatched: Jurassic Park – InGen vs Raptors (Tabletop)

Oceans (Tabletop)

Calico (Tabletop)

Potion Market (Tabletop)

Uk'otoa (Tabletop)

Discord Nitro (one year)

Spotify Premium

◄ O T H E R S ► 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!!

Helium balloons (pastel pink/purple) 🎈🦄

Budget and company for tattoos or for bleaching and coloring my hair 🌈 🖋️

Empanada from Quality Bakeshop in Ormoc City, Leyte and only from Quality Bakeshop in Ormoc City, Leyte 🥟

Personalized songs, poems, or drawings just for me 🥺👉👈

Letters and lists about anything you want to make letters and lists about 📝❗

Invitations to go on chill or adventurous hangouts online or in-person 🏃‍♀️ 💨

Please ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ; GCash in bio (or comments?!) 🤡💰

♦ FAVORED THEMES AND TOPICS ♦ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦!!

General: sharks, dinosaurs, cats, bread, homosexuality and asexuality, cute and tiny, strategy games, coop/party games, tabletop games

Shows, Films, Musicals: Adventure Time, The Owl House, Castlevania (2017), Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Arcane, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers

Games: Dungeons & Dragons, Undertale, Life is Strange, Overcooked!, Valorant, Magic: The Gathering

[punkbakerchristine]

i was actually 8 years old when my mom showed me how to make tuna casserole, but i didn’t start getting familiar with the kitchen until i was about 19. i took up doing it all by scratch back in october.

corned beef reuben and pastrami on rye

hot, and depending on the kind, just a bit of sugar

takeout

when i lived in oregon, there was this one place down the street from me called the waffle hut and they served waffles all day, especially liège waffles. i also like me a place like chili’s or denny’s!

hot (unless the day is hot, then i prefer cold stuff)

cook for a crowd

oof, white, milk, and dark, in that order

my grandparents had some! they were cows, if i recall correctly? i’d love to have some of my own, though, like tardises or aliens

lots of fruit, especially watermelon and berries. i like hot dogs, pasta salad, and burgers during the summertime, too

ketchup. mayonnaise and gravy, too (poutine is heavenly, even to an american like me!)

mac and cheese, and very much so

both

in baking: yes, absolutely. i guess it could be a case by case thing in cooking (like for example, if you’re using an air fryer)

no, but it’s a goal, though!

halloumi cheese, spanakopita, souvlaki, coq au vin, kreplach, kishkas, sufganiyot, matcha, ube/halo-halo, bibimbap, black garlic, blueberry cobbler from tom’s place

norad-level sensitive

my spice cake, maybe a pie or my blondies?

ohhhh, yes

cooking, but i love to bake and i’d like to learn how to grill

apple

somewhat? the hellofresh boxes kind of make you look ahead to the week and think about what to eat during the day.

coconut shrimp: i’ve grown to appreciate coconut but i can’t with shrimp, though (i don’t even like touching shrimp)

chocolate babka something chocolate

the flour used (pasta’s made with durum flour, noodles are made with straight all-purpose flour)

soup, pie, my mom’s chili, shepherd’s pie, pot roast

savory. dry, too

everything bagel and blueberry bagel

last time i was really sick (about 5 years ago, i had that horrible stomach flu), i couldn’t eat anything for almost a day. when i got my appetite back, first thing i ate was sun chips: good wheat, salt, and light so easy on the tum.

5-6 (around 7 in the summertime). my stepdad liked to have dinner later in the evening and i never did like it because it’s hard on the brain.

not a gamer, so nope!

salt and pepper. i like cinnamon, ginger, garlic powder, cumin, and turmeric, too.

oh, god, so many to choose from! i like spice cake, apple pie (especially à la mode), blueberry pie, blackberry cobbler, strawberry shortcake, chocolate babka, key lime pie, princesstårte, blondies and anything with white chocolate or the whole “cookies and cream” thing, gingerbread cookies and cake, all of your little debbies… heh 😅

no marks per se, but i have been splattered with hot oil a few times before 🥴

ohhh, yes

probably mexican or italian (my favorites are mediterranean and middle eastern)

Sweet, without question

let’s see, springtime is coming so i’m looking forward to things like strawberries, citrus, brussels sprouts, and fresh herbs; summertime, we get berries and melons again (mangoes, too)!

a fork; as for cooking, my blue spatula

yes, but lightly

bow ties and corkscrew

strawberry or raspberry

nope! i’ve only burned something all of twice, too, and i caught it right away

sit-downs—i would like to try out a cart, though

nope, i’m easy on all of the kitchen appliances (as everyone should be!)

yes yes yes yes

i couldn’t drink milk for a while because it would upset my stomach

not really, but i do enjoy root beer and cream soda!

the seven species of israel and the mediterranean diet: both extremely healthy and versatile

the big bible of amazing cakes from the great british baking show, paul hollywood’s book on bread, mary berry’s baking bible, my mom’s betty crocker book that she’s had for like ever, and my stepdad’s mom left behind all manner of cookbooks in the kitchen (i found myself looking through her asian cookbook one afternoon)

with other people

always

cookbooks, online, hellofresh sends recipe cards with the weekly box

nuts and fruit 🔥

nope, don’t like crumbs in my bed

can’t say there is?

water chestnuts

every couple of weeks, like on saturdays or when i make the last hellofresh meal on wednesday

yes, love fish!

i’ve dropped knives, silverware, ladles, big spoons, my spatula, measuring cups and spoons, even frozen pizza as i was putting it in the oven… but never pots or trays of food. i’m always careful with these sorts of things.

salted, although i’ve found the two don’t really make much difference

beginner. i’m not even close to pro level

either a hibachi or a tandoor

actually going (i reckon delivery people like instacart would mess it up somehow)

if my struggles with weight and love of baking are of any indication… 😉

scrambled and sunny side up

fizzy water

HELL NO. couldn’t pay me money to drink one of those

large pepperoni and sausage

make sure your knife is sharp and you have something to protect your eyes

an attempt at being healthy (if i’ve lost 60+ pounds, i’m obviously doing something right)

sit down at a restaurant (i’m like george costanza that way: if i eat it at home, i feel like i’m not doing anything)

can’t say i have. i’ve dropped stuff on the floor and threw it out

it’s nectar and bees are more like the middlemen in making it so… yes

duqqa

gingerbread: my sis-in-law asked me how to make it after the family got my cookies last month

sometimes

brown

hehe, nope 😉

chicken cordon bleu, so not yet

of course!

cinncinnati chili, fresh bread, fried chicken

Are there any foods that give you headaches?

they’re a delicacy and i guess deep-fried crickets when salted taste just like french fries?

i was a barista for a couple of weeks

sharing food on my plate: not really because it’s always refused (sigh); sharing food on other plates: if it looks good, then yes

love the taste and smell of it, too

straight water or lemonade

to an extent

i live in california, aka the breadbasket of the country and home to oranges, avocados, almonds, strawberries, specialty wines, apples, chili peppers, broccoli, garlic, carrots… if it grows out of the ground, we’ve probably got it!

Food-inspired ask challenge! Send a few numbers, learn something new!

How old were you when you first learned to cook?

What’s your favorite sandwich?

If you drink it, how do you like your tea?

Which of these terms are you most likely to use?: Takeaway, takeout, carryout, to-go, or grab ‘n go

Do you have a favorite restaurant? If yes, what is it?

Do you prefer hot or cold drinks?

Would you rather cook a meal for a crowd or do the dishes afterward?

Do you prefer white, milk, or dark chocolate?

Do you have novelty salt and pepper shakers? If yes, what are they?

What foods do you like to eat when it's hot outside?

If you eat fries, what condiments do you like to dip them in?

What was your favorite food as a child, and do you still enjoy it?

Do you bite into or lick your ice cream?

Would you consider air to be an ingredient in your cooking or baking?

Do you collect silverware, mugs, cups, bowls, or plates?

Is there anything you haven’t had that you’d like to eat someday?

How would you describe your spice tolerance?

What would you bring to eat at a picnic?

Does caffeine wake you up?

Which do you do more of?: Cooking, baking, or grilling

What’s your favorite fruit juice?

Do you meal plan?

What’s your least favorite food?

What food, snacks, or drinks would you most likely bring to a potluck?

How do you distinguish between pasta and noodles?

What foods do you like to eat when it's cold outside?

Do you have a preference for sour, sweet, salty, savory, or dry flavors?

What’s your favorite type of bagel?

What do you eat when you’re feeling sick?

Around what time do you usually have dinner?

Have you ever cooked something you saw or heard about in a video game?

What are the most commonly used seasonings in your cupboard?

What’s your favorite dessert?

Do you have any scars or burn marks on your hands from cooking?

Do you mind when the food on your plate touches?

Which world cuisine are you the most familiar with?

Sweet or savory pies?

Are there any seasonal foods or ingredients that you’re looking forward to?

What eating utensil do you use the most often?

Do you like to toast your bread?

What is your favorite pasta shape?

What’s your favorite fruit-flavored candy?

Have you ever triggered the smoke alarm while you were cooking?

Food carts or sit-down restaurants?

Have you ever broken a microwave?

Do you enjoy salads?

Do you have any food allergies or food intolerances?

Do you drink soda pop? If yes, what's your favorite flavor or brand?

If you had to eat the same food every day for a month, with no variation, what would you choose?

Do you own any cookbooks?

Do you prefer to eat alone or with other people?

Do you cover your mouth with your hand while you're chewing?

Where do you find the majority of your recipes from?

What’s your favorite snack food?

Do you eat in your bed?

Is there anything that isn't edible that you’ve really wanted to eat?

What’s your favorite vegetable?

How often do you order restaurant food to be delivered?

Do you eat fish?

Have you ever dropped a pot or tray of food that you were in the middle of cooking?

Salted or unsalted butter?

Where would you rank your cooking abilities?: Beginner, intermediate, or professional?

What luxury kitchen appliance would you like to own the most?

Would you prefer to go to the grocery store or have your groceries delivered?

Do you have a sweet tooth?

If you eat eggs, how do you like them prepared?

What do you call carbonated water?

Do you drink energy drinks?

What’s your favorite pizza order?

How do you feel about raw onions?

How would you describe your everyday diet?

Would you rather sit down in a restaurant for a meal, or have food to-go and eat it at home?

Have you ever taken something you were in the middle of cooking and thrown it into the trash?

Do you consider honey to be vegan-friendly?

What’s your favorite condiment?

What’s a recipe you’re good at that everyone asks you to make?

Do you drink milk?

Brown or white rice?

Do you have any leftovers you need to eat?

Can you make your favorite food?

Do you like melted cheese?

What are your safe or comfort foods?

Are there any foods that give you headaches?

How do you feel about eating insects?

Have you ever worked in food service?

How do you feel about sharing food that's on your or someone else’s plate?

Do you like the taste of raw celery?

When you're feeling thirsty, what do you usually want to drink?

Would you consider yourself an adventurous eater?

Are there any foods, flavors, or ingredients unique to where you live?

[muselixer]

dumb things my friends and I have said: 2022!

part four: october - december apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, and capslock-implied yelling :)

“You’re deflowering the feet. How do you feel?”

“It’s White Castle Wednesday, or as I like to call it, Friday. ...fuck, it’s Monday.”

“Never underestimate how much of a fucking idiot I am capable of being.”

“I hope your partner isn’t a roller coaster.”

“Hang on, I’m about to psychoanalyze that real quick.”

“I’m sorry, she looks like a wilted stalk of rhubarb.”

“Dude looks like he doesn't even put the bread away properly. Like he doesn't even use the bread tie.”

“Please don’t naruto run in your wedding dress.”

“I don’t care how insane he is. Nobody will ever convince me he did that shit.”

“His slut era lasted all of thirty seconds.”

“All robots are Pinocchio.”

“I’m running out of sloths...”

“Hell yeah dude, put that mother fucker in the BONG.”

“We can’t account for pre-historic himbos.”

“Dude, you’re, like, seventy. Your future is over in, like, ten years.”

“I’M FUELED BY ALCOHOL. DON’T TEMPT ME.”

“I feel like we need to put him in a filing cabinet.”

“But it’s so hard watching movies by myself. Who am I gonna subject to my commentary?”

“The catalyst is something that can be so small.”

“Oh, he fell so far my guy. He’s in a different orchard, my good bitch.”

“Oh my god. His power is arson.”

“His dick game can NOT be that good. Sweetie what is you doin.”

“Ah, yes. They haven’t been properly seasoned by trauma yet.”

“You can’t just say that, and expect me not to have cursed thoughts.”

“ASS DOES NOT A HOT MAN MAKE.”

“Damn you, work. The bane of my existence.”

“What is the cutoff age for being an orphan?”

“I’m plagued by this dumbass cringe tv show.”

“You don’t have to know the lyrics. You just have to know I’m right.”

“Benjamin Franklin once called me a pussyfart and kicked me in the rib.”

“He’s got this Michael Jackson quality to him.”

“One sec, I’m being killed by a fridge.”

“I’m dying on so many hills this week.”

“I don’t know a single gay man who hates Halloween.”

“Oh... You can’t see because you have diabetes.”

“Okay, FUCK your place of shit, holy work.”

“I am balls deep in my comfort zone.”

“My gaming chair is my bed.”

“If you can’t call your boyfriend a slut, then what’s the point?”

“Pro gamer move: put your salad in the sink.”

“Spicy take, mac and cheese is ALWAYS good. Also, how dare you?”

“Everyone is hopping on my dick because I’m forklift certified.”

“Did you just ‘Lady and Tramp’ your own sandwich?”

“We succeeded in getting the wrong point across the table.”

“I have feelers. I have to feel.”

“They don’t call me ‘Mr. Touchy’ for nothing.”

“I asked for the gayest drink and they couldn’t deliver.”

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

[codgod-moved]

finished my snack (literally just two plain slices of white bread LOL) so now it’s bed time 🥱 gn gamers

[somer-writes]

This was such an incredible answer that I am typing a response in a separate program for ease of reference <3

Also I despair with you

I like to think legend pretends he doesnt care for sweets but he’s soft on ravio and hyrule knows him better than that. I think if someone else does make his caffeine he makes a big fuss of Drinking it Black (but may hide to dump sugar and cream in it). Ravios waffles are burned with love

Good point about Hyrule!! I think that something like gruel would be pretty easy to keep around. Like that he makes some kind of hardtack which he can then soften with water as needed if he has nothing else available. I bet he forages too so its whatever he can get his little paws on, maybe loots food off of monsters

We introduce wild to chili papayas XD the idea of the others watching this boy hork down a fat slice of fruit cake at daybreak is so funny to me. I think he’s a total grandma with hyrule when it comes to food, and I also think wild gets like unhinged upset when he sees the others eat unseasoned and poorly cooked food. He would crack open a monster in the middle of a fight. He hasn’t had water in days, just gamer fuel

4 variations on the glizzy. Blue’s a Chicago style guy, red likes it the New York way. Green does pretzel dogs. Vio likes brats. I think breakfast is an impulse decision. Whoever gets to shovel the food in first wins

Malon absolutely makes a bomb ass flapjack. shes putting syrup in the batter, she’s making the bread crusty and smearing fresh butter and homemade jam on it. Eggs got dark yolks too, perfect for dipping. Fresh produce from the garden. Time has a travel mug and a pair of white new balances.

Wars absolutely is a fancy schmancy food queen (except he can’t cook). He has his own coffee supply and equipment. He has a mug that says don’t talk to me til ive had my coffee. He can tell water temperature by the amount of bubbles. Castle breakfast seems very continental to me—biscuits, fruits, pastries. I think he’s the type that sort of pecks at food when he has the leisure. On the road I think he’s eating porridge and apples

Twi gets a farmers breakfast bc he fucking earns it XD everything is made and grown in the village. Uli learned to make biscuits and gravy from Sera. They make their gravy on the sweet side. I think Twilight will just mix everything together and it pisses wild off. also a contender would be something like a scotch egg (pergie makes the best) or bread and cheese when he’s out in the field. Twi being into tea tracks but I think he also really likes cocoa

See I see wind as a sweets guy but yes also whatever grandma cooks is what’s on the table. If you don’t like it you can cook for yourself or go hungry XD I don’t think she makes quiche, but I think a fritatta is on the table or maybe a crab mix on toast with eggs or just grilled fish. Maybe fruit bc pirate and coconut milk

Hmmm I think sky usually sleeps through breakfast XD he seems like a toast and jam guy—something he can eat while on his loftwing maybe.

Also re:bacon as a young man (and until i went pescatarian) bacon was The Food. It (used to be) cheap, easy as hell to cook, and versatile. Plus it’s tasty. It’s got that salt. 2-4 pieces is standard etiquette depending on the amount of people. Over that is rude! Everyone gets a chance at bacon. The cook gets the most bacon to “test” it unless they waive bacon rights. Plus you can cook it for everyone to preferred doneness without making separate batches. And my granny uses a pan of hot bacon grease for her pancakes and eggs. That shits god tier

Malon calling in the boys from morning chores for breakfast and it’s just gone in a cloud of dust lmao

Also honorable mention: twilight likes to give epona a special breakfast. And I think when wild is low on stock he makes bone broth

what do you think the chains favorite breakfast foods are (if they eat breakfast)

I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS AND MY PHONE DIED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN, DEATH AND SORROW AND DESPAIR.

Okay I'm good now.

ANYWAYS, I split you ask into two sections: first, their favorite food ever if they can get their hands on it, the second what they like to eat on the road. And then a final unhinged rant at the bottom about the one thing about teenage boys/young men and their food that I'll never understand: Bacon.

Legend--I have a feeling that he likes sweets. Specifically, waffles with whipped cream and berries. They're a little burnt, but Ravio made them for him, so he'll pretend he doesn't notice (and grows to like them better that way). On the road, he'll go for coffee/tea (he's not picky) if one of the others make it, or nothing at all.

Hyrule--does he have a favorite breakfast food? Food isn't very stable where he comes from--Legend and Wild would spoil him so much in regard of expanding his palate. But I imagine that something like a fried mixture of beef/sausage, vegetables, and a starch (perhaps an even poorer version of an already poor person food Shepherd's Pie, perhaps? it could be a breakfast food) would be a sort of filling, tasty, and easy to procure/make/preserve food that he'd like. On that note, I would say something simple, easy to get and preserve, and hardy would be his go to breakfast on the road--maybe meat jerky.

Wild--Also a sweets person. Fruit cake, cinnamon rolls, frosted cupcakes, basically all the little delicacies he could get at a dumb party 100 years ago, he ain't picky, it's for breakfast and it's fueling a day long sugar high. On the road he, unlike the other Links, can be pretty creative with his breakfasts, and he likes his spice as well. So, I think he'd like Meaty rice balls.

Four--direct this question to someone else please. He has four voices in his head fighting to answer right now, and none of them agree. I surely dont know if he doesn't.

Time--Pancakes and farm-fresh scrambled eggs and toast with jam. Malon makes it for him. What can I say. On the road he is a habitual coffee drinker, he wouldn't be functioning in the mornings without it. But he'll also take a poached egg if he has the time (heh).

Warrior--unlike Time who is a habitual coffee drinker, he is a coffee connoisseur. He likes the breakfasts they serve at the castle--a lot of meats and fruits, expensive, and on top of it all, well plated. Not to say that he can't eat simply--he was in a war, mind you--just that he prefers not to. On the road, he strikes me as the kind that would drink those tasteless quick oats (y'know you just add water, shake and go?) and also be very vocal about much time (heh) it's saving him (being none). I don't know what the Hyrule equivalent of those are.

Twilight--our favorite country boy. I think he likes a true southern breakfast. Ham and pan-fried potatoes and eggs over-easy, with a side of cheesy grits and sausage biscuits and gravy like Uli used to make for him (I HC this man has a black hole of a stomach, out of all the Links). On the road he'll inhale a boiled egg or two (salted and peppered if he's feeling fancy) that Wild made for him. I also head canon that Twilight likes tea with an intensity. And not only sweet tea, but like, ALL of the teas. He gets obsessive. I literally have in my detail/subplot tracking documents for BDOR the following entry underneath chapter 8--Tea: "Twilight’s cure to Wild’s voice is tea. His cure to life’s woes is tea."

Wind--whatever his grandma is making, probably with seafood involved. I've had a crab-spinach-egg casserole for breakfast before, it was good, so I'll give him that. On the road, I can see him packing a lot of bread and some meat (dried fish if he can get it).

Sky--This guy honestly has me stumped. Do those on Skyloft eat Loftwing eggs, or are they considered taboo? They have a lot of pumpkins around--do they incorporate them into their meals?@needfantasticstories you know a lot of Skyward Sword lore, bequeath me your wisdom. Anyways on the road he's a meat and bread person like Wind. Practical.

Now, for my rant about young men and their food quirks:

Bacon. Bacon, as I have witnessed, drives the most reasonable of men insane.

I just a few things to say about this. I have younger brothers, and I born witness to many male sleepover parties. I--as the resident nasty fe-male XD--have been (forced) to cook for them in the mornings. Set a pile of bacon in front of them (or really any meat, but I have found that bacon has the strongest affect) and they turn into WOLVES. They start to crowd around and stare as soon as they begin to smell it (which hey, give me space in the kitchen, please!), snatch it up before the grease even cools, and then retreat into their separate corners of the living room/kitchen and scarf it down, all while avoiding eye contact and projecting just how much they don't care about the bacon they're eating (perhaps so one of the others don't take notice and try to steal it). There's an odd little ritual/rules to the thing, too: for example, it's frowned upon to take more than three or four pieces at a time, there has to be enough for everyone, obviously; but if you finish a second and third serving before some poor sod stumbles in and gets himself a piece--why that is acceptable, even encouraged. But at all times, you could feel them watching each other, judging whether each person had taken acceptable amounts. 6 at once, I have determined, is veritably considered too much, as I have watched an entire group of mid-late teenage boys chase another through the house and outside for this crime of greed. Another thing was the presence of literally any other edible food. If there was anything else--eggs, fruit, even something like a few slices of unbuttered toast or coffee or juice sitting out, this reaction was largely tempered--even if none of the boys took the other foods, they would take a meager one or two pieces of bacon and be satisfied, perhaps reassured that other food was present and their hope of a filling breakfast was not in vain. Most, at that point they would restrain themselves from eating anything (other than their bacon tax) and wait so that everyone could eat together. But the mad scramble that occurs when there is bacon and only bacon in the kitchen (even if other things are cooking, nearly done, and visible to them) is otherworldly.

I never saw it with anything else, not eggs, not fruit, not even sausage or any other breakfast food. And it must be noted that I was exempt from their little ritual of judgement--perhaps as the only woman, or perhaps as the cook, I was allowed to take as much bacon as I liked from the pile, once the initial wave had attacked and retreated with their bounty (and the strips of bacon had cooled enough that mortal human hands such as my own could pick them up). And while they behaved like beasts, I was always very politely thanked for making breakfast once it was over and the frenzy had abated.

Anyways, your ask got me thinking about Malon making a pile of bacon for the boys, activating the beforehand undiscovered "PANIC! BACON!" mode in their brains, and just being utterly confused as they turn into animals. Just the boys descend, and then a few shouts of "Thanks, Malon!" drift in on the wind as they scatter like racoons with treasure, leaving an empty plate spinning behind them.

[piracytheorist]

Played some RE8 today on Knife Only! Most of the time I try to avoid big groups of enemies, or big enemies themselves - I wasn’t even gonna try to take on an armored lycan, I just ran past both of those that got in my path.

The game still refuses to register many of my blocks. I’ve seen it with some other gamers too, where they’re like “I BLOCKED! I GUARDED!” yet they get grabbed. It’s not that much of an issue for my current gameplay - I got all the food upgrades, I have around six healing items in my inventory and I’ve already only used like, two? By now? But it is a bit annoying to hit space and still get grabbed.

Anyway. House Beneviento wasn’t any different, I just had to run by the zombies afterwards cause I didn’t wanna bother with them, I just went back afterwards to kill the goat and get the meat. With Moreau I was outright confused, cause I couldn’t see any blood coming out of him, yet it didn’t take me too long to take him out. I just kept slashing and slashing, not knowing if I was actually hurting him - he was saying his usual lines that he says when he’s hurt, but I was still confused cause I couldn’t see any blood - but after a bit I just got his dying cutscene and was like “Oh, okay. Easier than expected.”

In the stronghold, I just had to book it. I run past every lycan, got grabbed once, then when I got close to the “big guy” I just put my arms up and slithered past them. They don’t kid when they say “We’ll take it easy on you” for Casual, lol. Urias was a much easier boss, cause he was damn bleeding. He hit me twice and managed to call for lycans once (though for some reason only one lycan came lol), and then after a bit more he was down. Again, I was more certain that I was hitting him since I could see blood coming out.

I’ve paused it there, I will see if I’ll get to the factory tomorrow, and I wanna check a few speedruns for tips on how to survive Chris’ part. I know that Urias Strajer is gonna take a bit more time, considering I can’t use the sky lazer thing (I know it’s not a lazer but I can’t remember how exactly it’s called, lol), and I still have to survive not one, not two, but three lycan hordes before I even get to that part.

That said, the amount of times I pause the game to check my “Challenges” page is astonishing. I want to check every time that I 1) haven’t used anything other than knives, 2) haven’t moved anything in the inventory and 3) haven’t spent more Lei (and actually, the only Lei I’ve spent was the 100 to get the Karambit, so I’m pretty good for the Frugal Father achievement) and I’m so nervous all the time that I check it way too often, lol.

A bit irrelevant, but did you know that on New Game, if you don’t pick up the first shotgun during the lycan attack, it respawns in the church, next to the typewriter? You can pick it up there, but at the same time you can also buy it from the Duke. I even checked it as I was preparing to quit the game, after Moreau and the Stronghold, and the shotgun was still there in the church AND in the Duke’s shop. Lol.

As for my thoughts on the French dub, 1) if it’s any indicative of everyday swears, I’m guessing that the most common swears in French are the equivalent of “whore”, “shit”, and “brothel” (and I’m actually pretty interested in and amused by that, I like learning stuff about languages even though I do not have the mental patience to learn said languages) 2) it’s actually interesting to see how the French voice actor for Ethan put a little more... spice to him. I’m not explaining it well, but Todd Soley made it bright and clear that Ethan Winters is plain white bread (and we love him for it). But... I guess the French voice actor gave a bit more of a ... baguette quality to him. I cannot believe I was able to make that joke, lmao. Like, he has a little more bite, to it. His reaction to learning of Rose’s fate was a bit more “whisper-y” dramatic. He’s still a bit plain, but with a little more oomph.

Can you tell I’d be a great director? I have good words to explain acting! Amazing words!

And from the very little French I can understand, I already noticed a few differences from the English version. I think the Duke still refers to Ethan with formal you, while Ethan refered to him with informal you from the start. Moreau refered to Ethan with informal you in their first cutscene together, and also said “my mother” at some point, while in English he never used “my”. And again, if I’m correct, when Heisenberg tells Ethan to go to the Stronghold, he says something like “If you make it, you’ll earn my respect.” I really love noticing all those little differences.

That said, I will change the subtitles (they change when you change the UI’s language) to English at the very end, in Miranda’s fight, cause I wanna take a screenshot of getting all the achievements I’m going for (and Knives Out is already a rare achievement among Steam players, so I wanna have the reminder of it :D) and while I can still have French voices on, I will understand even less since I won’t be able to read what they’re saying XD I can’t wait to complete them!

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 38

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Fluff and snowball fights. Forgiveness is a path and everyone's making their happy way down it. Friendly Steve slander. Hulk interaction!

"So, what now?" I asked, eyes still closed, not resisting the desire to remain under the covers, nested snugly into Stephen's side. On his other side, Tony snored away, sprawled like a starfish in what looked to be the first decent shut-eye he got in months. I could smell the coffee and omelettes from Tony's kitchen and the soft jazz music playing where Bruce was taking care of the breakfast.

It was an unambiguous decision to take it easy after the last battle. Bucky and Natasha had been ironing out the details from the interrogation after Stephen had un-possessed Cabre, Wanda and Loki were itching to get a minute with the mercenary on their own and Veddie, as I started calling my uncle and his symbiote after experiencing the incredibly immersive symbiosis with Venom, hovered nearby in case Cabre would make a good snack.

"What do you want to do?" Stephen's morning voice was, ahem, an experience. He put Corpse Husband to shame and I knew that it wasn't only me who got hot and bothered by it but Tony as well...

Speaking of Tony, I still had no idea where we stood. My engineer had been less than happy about my actions and I thought I blew it. He wasn't as warm and playful, and while I kept telling myself that it was just the exhaustion from weeks of stress and worry, I knew better.

"I don't know. I didn't think this far," I admitted, damn well knowing what I wanted. I wanted things to be like they were - clear, honest, easy. My mother's voice rang out clearly again. I was being childish. Of course I was.

"I'm sure Tony will have my head for this, but seeing as there's no stopping you, I'm sure Natasha and Barnes will be happy to train you," Stephen sighed, his breath warm in my hair.

I blanched, stiffening in his arms, confused. "Where did that come from?" My eyes finally opened to stare at his sleepy face.

His eyebrows rose. "You don't want to..?"

"Be a hero, like you? No," I shook my head, then snorted. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I don't want to go to college just yet, maybe take a gap year. In fact, I want to avoid actual in-person classes as much as humanely possible. And I still don't have a clue what major exactly I want to pursue." I was being honest, prepared to be judged. In-between my three men, there were at least ten PhDs whilst I was only nearly done with the first step of my education.

"So what, it was a one-time deal? Let an alien parasite take over your body for a coupla' hours and then continue with your life?" Tony's scratchy voice startled me; apparently, he'd been awake and actively eavesdropping.

I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but then again, I'd never be. Might as well rip the bandaid off. "I'm not that flavour of stupid," I immediately retorted, heart beginning to pick up speed. My mouth was gonna get me in trouble. "I am not delusional, I know things aren't and won't be the same. I did what I did because there was no other option, I'm not sorry and I will do it again if the need arises. It's not what you want to hear but it's the truth." I paused, well aware that my speech was becoming quicker, I was well on my way to nervous rambling. "I'm not hero material, I won't go on a death march for a rando," Justifying my actions? No. I stopped myself again. "I am sorry for lying. I am sorry for hiding things. But I am not sorry for putting my own ass out there so we can get some fucking peace." I finally settled, fisting my pajama top under the blanket in an attempt to release some of the tension.

Twin sighs erupted from my men, as if their bodies synchronized in response to my stubborn nature. Stephen's hold tightened on me as Tony rolled over, sleepy eyes blinking from the space opposite of me on Stephen's chest. Tony's hand reached for my face, stroking the side of it wordlessly - he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings but his eyes said it all. Tony was sad, hurt, a little bit angry but mostly he was relieved. It was the way he moved - nearly no traces of the tension that had gathered on his face in the previous weeks.

"Natasha should still train you, some basic hand to hand and weapons training, in case someone has it out for any of us. SHIELD's security has holes, you're basically one of us now. Everyone and their mother saw Clint hauling you to the quinjet," Tony finally grumbled, admitting his defeat. Everyone knew that if it had been up to him, I wouldn't leave the tower without an armed escort at all times. Thankfully, Bruce was there to screw on Tony's bolts right each time he wanted to go overboard. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did.

Stephen's free hand landed in Tony's hair, the sorcerer effectively calmed both of us down with his gentle, unobtrusive support. He was far more empathetic than he liked to show. "That seems like a smart idea," He rumbled as my eyes began to drift shut once again.

With each steady breath, my heartbeat slowed and the feelings of guilt and dread began to dissipate. Tony might not had forgiven me yet but I was on my way to inner peace once more. I remembered feeling exactly the same way before our relationship, when every time I took a step inside Tony's lab, I tensed inwardly, shielded my feelings from his eyes, too focused on the outcome I thought would be absolutely disastrous. I had always thought he'd laugh at me, and yet... Laying on Steph's chest, inches away from Tony, my past panic seemed ridiculous.

"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, amused.

I didn't even notice the snort that managed to escape me. "Nothing," I answered immediately, feeling my face heat up. Oh my Loki, what kind of an idiot I had been...

"Sure," Tony's finger poked my cheek without preamble. "Staging a world domination plan, aren't we?" He snarked, much more like his usual self.

"I was just remembering when I was so terrified you'd find out I have a crush on you and you'd laugh at me," I mumbled, willing to placate Tony to avoid any more unnecessary lies and deceit.

Tony, did, in fact, laugh at my confession, but so did Stephen and I am pretty sure I heard Bruce snort from the direction of the archway leading into the spacious bedroom. The bed dipped as the scientist sat down, running a palm over my leg.

"I was pretty sure you would laugh at me," He admitted just as quietly and bashfully. Stephen and Tony only laughed harder. I heard the sound of a pillow hitting Steph in the face. "Let's go, Princess, let's leave the mean geezers alone. I made breakfast."

I could practically hear the pout in Bruce's voice and couldn't resist to comply, leaving a grumbling Tony to stretch and roll out of bed like a disgruntled cat.

"You're older than me, Bruce," Stephen rolled his eyes, I could feel his stare linger on my exposed thighs before Bruce picked me up. My sorcerer boyfriend switched to staring at Tony's bare back, which was an action I wholeheartedly supported.

"Cocky bastards," I stuck out my tongue a moment before we turned the corner and then all I could focus on was the feast of gods Bruce had made for us. The man was really too sweet and too kind, he never ceased to make me mushy and stuff. I stole a kiss, and then another one, and another one, until Tony's whining about the toast burning interrupted our moment.

The bread was fine. Tony was just being himself.

Our phones beeped at the same time - mine being already in my hand, as all normal young people did in the mornings - I looked at the message expecting another assemble and feeling my eyebrows crawl up at Steve's suggestion we all get some fresh air that day.

It had snowed. The whole city was covered in white, crisp snow, and Bucky has been liking nothing but other people's snowman pictures for several days. I suspected the brunette had convinced his boyfriend to take him out to build one or something, but as Steve was known to be exceptionally dense at times, Cap'n Jolly had unanimously decided it was a team bonding-slash-relaxing opportunity.

I relayed my thoughts to my own boyfriends, all of us giggling at Steve's eagerness to cater to his boyfriend and his cluelessness when it came to all things romantic. I was tempted to shoot Steve a text explaining his epic gamer moment but before I could even open the app, Bruce's eyes turned green briefly as he had a very obvious internal conversation with Hulk.

"Is that offer to spend time with Hulk still up?" The scientist asked timidly.

I had a lightbulb moment. "Absolutely!" I replied, watching my other two boyfriends. They didn't even bat an eye, evidently at peace with the green situation. "As long as the snowball fight is had with Thor, Steve or other enhanced individuals." Personally, I had no desire to be flipped over by a snowball the size of a watermelon. Or get any of the pretty but cold stuff under my clothes.

Bruce's responding grin was mostly Hulk.

It was a couple of days before Christmas. I was never one much for the holiday season, but something magical had seeped into me - it wasn't the shiny lights throughout the tower, it wasn't Clint's ugly Christmas sweater and the smell of gingerbread cookies and cinnamon that came from Wanda's apartment. I had no clue what it was, but it seemed to be tied to my boyfriends and Loki and many others who lived in the tower.

Bruce was all but wiggling during the car ride to the park - rationally, I knew it was the Hulk being excited but I still couldn't take my eyes off the usually reserved man. Bruce was happy. It made me smile and hold his hand like we were middle-schoolers in love. The rest of the team pretended to not notice it, or maybe they didn't care, or maybe they had already gotten used to my unconventional relationship.

Either way, Bucky had whisked Steve away almost immediately and I did what every kid ever had dreamed of. As Bruce went to a more secluded space to transform into the Hulk and Tony went to retrieve his thermos of coffee, I ushered Sam over to Steve's car and unlocked it, retrieving his shield from the trunk. It was heavier than it looked but did it stop me and Sam from running up the nearest hill and fighting over who gets to go first?

No, it did not. In mere moments, my ass was being frozen to the metal despite my snowsuit as I parked it inside the shield , holding onto the straps as Sam pushed on my back, hollering "Yeet!" at the top of his lungs, sending me in a steep slide towards where Thor was enthusiastically explaining something to the rest of the team.

"Oh shiiiiit!" I screamed, unprepared for the sudden increase in speed and the surprisingly good gliding abilities Captain America's shield possessed. "Watch o-o-out!" I yelled as the group scattered at the last moment. I heard some strong Russian words coming from Natasha, paired with snorts of badly concealed laughter.

The tree line grew closer by the second but the shield had no plans of stopping any time soon. Whoda thunk that things made of vibranium had all the characteristics to be the perfect sled? Something green entered my field of vision, stopping my crazy train with a grunt.

I answered with an oof of my own. One green palm was securely wrapped around me and the other held Steve's shield. "Hello," Hulk snorted, lifting me up like I was but a feather and setting me on his shoulder. "Puny Princess, don't hurt yourself," He stated firmly as I looked down at him, intrigued by the sudden change in his speech patterns. He sounded almost human.

"Hey, Big Guy," I ruffled his hair. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," He replied, setting me onto his shoulder. Hulk appeared to be completely unaffected by the December cold in his purple shorts. I felt my rear end begin to thaw, such was the heat that he emanated from his body. Meanwhile, Hulk caught Steve's eye, preparing to hurl the shield back to the frowning Captain.

Steve caught it effortlessly while Bucky ignored the interaction whatsoever, caught up in rolling an obscenely large ball of snow a ways from the group, tongue all but hanging out in concentration. I caught myself thinking he was gonna build a snow dick instead of a man and it made me feel...

"Wanna build a snowman?" I asked my green companion, rubbing my mittens in excitement.

The Hulk pondered for a brief moment, adopting that mischievous gleem, eyes shooting to Tony and Stephen who stood regally on the side of the clearing, sipping their hot beverages like the adult men that they were supposed to be. I snorted and Hulk echoed the sound, taking quick strides to a patch of land opposite Bucky. "No," Hulk shook his head. "We build a fort. Then smash," The green bean was all but vibrating in excitement.

Realistically, I knew I was gonna get snow stuck in uncomfortable places and might even get knocked over by an overeager person with super strength. But was I gonna pass up an opportunity to show off my superior construction skills? Hell naw.

It wasn't long before Stephen and Tony wandered off to us and began to pile up snow with a resigned huff, unsuccessful in their attempts to rebuff me ordering them around. In the end, we split in three teams, snow flew everywhere and by the time the battle was in peak heat, all of us were cold, wet and red-faced.

"To the death! BLOOD AND VINEGAR!!!" I screeched, hopping up and down after a series of small rapid snowballs I threw hit their target - Steve had a face full of snow and Bucky wasn't faring much better next to him, having had let a few of them hit him in the chest because he was distracted, doubling over in laughter at Steve's indignant, red face.

"You're bloodthirsty," Tony smirked from my side, dumping a fresh batch of ammo between me and Stephen. "It's hot."

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[fletchphoenix]

Beginnings

I,,,,couldn’t help myself. I am very weak and needed to write this idea down as soon as I could. So, here you go gamers. <3 I love y’all and hope you’ve had the best day on earth!

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Donella hasn’t expected for any of this to happen. She hadn’t expected to suddenly be launched into a parenting position, relying on the small, leather bound book that she’d hidden behind a panel in the wall of the workshop after hours of listening to Ulla ramble about her son. She’d secretly hoped that she’d be able to take care of the boy one day, alas it wasn’t meant to be, but she kept the book regardless. Either way, she hadn’t expected any of this to just...happen on the Thursday afternoon. But let's rewind, shall we?

  Walking through Pittsford was a hit or miss. One day you could be walking and it would all be fine and dandy, and the next, you could have a knife to your throat and someone demanding you give them your money. Luckily for her, it was one of the good days. No trouble going on whatsoever. Well, that’s what she thought was happening until she saw the motionless body of a scruffy blonde haired child against a wall.

  A frown painted her features as she strolled over quietly, glancing down at the boy with a bloody stump for an arm. He was a mess - hair covering his face with glasses, the frame snapped where his nose was and barely sitting on it with cracks all over the thick lenses. His pale, freckled face had an assortment of cuts and bruises, a particularly gnarly one through his right eyebrow separating the hair there. The shirt he wore was far too big for him, the white fabric hanging off his scrawny frame and coated in grime, blood and mud as though he’d never washed it in his life. His feet were bare, presumably sore and throbbing with pain from having to walk on the terrible quality cobbled streets of Pittsford’s lower class area. 

The worst part however, was the significant lack of a right arm. Blood had pooled on the rocks below him, no longer dripping from the stump as apparent from the dried up puddle underneath him and on his shirt. Colour had drained from his face, well, at least Donella thought so as there was no way a kid could be that pale and it not be from blood loss. He’d need to get that wound checked out before infection set in eventually, the arm severed from below his elbow. She should’ve probably been more worried about his condition and the fact that his arm was nowhere in sight, but considering the harsh punishments for thieves that were caught in Pittsford, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to lose an arm.

She lowered herself to his level, glancing over his small figure. “What should I do?” she thought as her eyes scanned over the curled up child. She could send him to an orphanage, but then they wouldn’t get him the help he needed with his arm and the orphanages were already full as it was, unable to feed all the kids in their care. He’d most likely die there if she sent him there. She could just leave him here, but...something stopped her. Maybe it was just something stupid, but all she could think about as she stared at the child was Ulla and how she’d talk about her son all the time.

  ...Could she be a mother?

  She pondered the thought for a moment. She’d made notes on everything Ulla would tell her about childcare, such as certain things her son loved and liked, and this kid couldn’t have been more than two years older than Ulla’s boy (Varian, was it? She couldn’t remember at this moment, more concerned about the scene in front of her). She could also make him a prosthetic if he needed it - scratch that, because he definitely needed it. Donella could take care of him if she really put her mind to it, but she wasn’t sure if she had the money to help two people. Surely she’d have to lower some wages to be able to provide for him and teach the kid how to survive out here. With a groan, she scooped the boy into her arms, him unsurprisingly light, as she carried him down the street. 

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  Blurry. Everything was blurry. 

  Hugo grumbled as he pushed himself into a sitting position, only for two strong hands of a grey haired woman to push him back down. Where even was he? And who was she? How long had he been out? He glanced over to his right, a metal prosthetic greeting him and sticking out like a sore thumb against the pale skin of his shoulder. He could’ve sworn that the stall owner only severed from his elbow down, so how the hell had he lost the rest of it? 

  “Good morning, kid. You’ve been out for three days since I picked you up and made your prosthetic.” the mystery woman muttered, placing his glasses in his hand. Upon closer inspection, however, they had new lenses with the middle of the frame crudely stuck together with some tape. He appreciated the effort though, carefully placing them onto his face and pushing them up his nose as he looked the woman in front of him up and down. “My name’s Donella. What’s yours.” 

  “Hugo.” his voice rasped and cracked. How dehydrated even was he? A table on the left of his makeshift mattress decorated with sweet sweet water and a loaf of bread. He stared at it, his mouth watering and, when Donella gave an approving nod, he lunged forward to scoff the bread down. It had been so so long since he’d eaten something this beautiful and heavenly - in fact, he can’t even remember when he last ate something like this. He gulped down the water and swore that Donella’s stone cold expression cracked into a soft smile as he indulged himself on the treat placed so graciously in front of him. 

  “Why did you do this?” Hugo whispered as he gazed at the arm, the sunlight peering through the window glinting off the metal. It looked like titanium, but that was incredibly hard to come by in these parts - or at least for him. Maybe aluminium? Or steel? Perhaps copper? Nonetheless, it was an impressive feat even though there was a slight pain in his shoulder and he couldn’t move it just yet.

  “Because you’d die otherwise, either from blood loss or infection and I didn’t want that on my conscience.” She shrugged and her cold stare fixed onto him, a shiver trailing down his spine at the sight. He bet that stare could make a grown man cry if he was being honest. “How did this even happen anyway?” 

  Hugo took in a sharp inhale. “I...tried to steal something from the vendor that sells mechanical parts. Look!” he declared as Olivia rolled out of his shirt pocket, the small mouse trailing onto his fleshy hand before he moved her to his shoulder, the cold metal lingering on his hand. “I wanted to make some improvements to her, but he caught me and the law said that...this was a suitable punishment.” Donella’s monotone expression shifted into a frown as she heard his story, the two in an uncomfortable silence as Olivia rolled happily on his shoulder. 

  “Impressive creation.” She muttered, her face conflicted as if she was making a difficult choice. Hugo could almost hear the cogs in her brain turning. “So kid, you’re obviously smart so I’m going to give you a choice,” Donella started, shuffling to sit on the end of the mattress, her knees bending awkwardly as she sat down, the mattress directly on the floor which seemed to be made out of concrete or solid rock. “You can either get sent back to the orphanage, or you can stay here with me. You can work for your keep and to pay off the debt for your arm, with a home to come back to. Which one?” 

  Hugo stopped eating for a second, his hands hesitating before he took another gulp of water. She was offering him a home. A family. A good life. He didn’t even know her and she was holding out everything he’d ever wanted as if it was nothing. Hugo searched her face for any sign of lying or false hope, picking up on nothing but genuine feelings as her eyes locked with his. “Okay.” he whispered, moving back in the bed as she rose to her feet. 

  "You need a bath, kid. Just to get all that blood off of you and all." she commented to him as she started to walk out of the door and down the hall. Hugo sat in silence, playing with his hair as he waited for the woman to come back for him. She...really was here to help him wasn’t she? She wasn’t going to double cross him and leave him back in the alley, or throw him back into the orphanage where he really didn’t want to go back. She actually wanted to be there for him. Wow. That was new.

  The woman - Donella - walked back in, an old, green tunic in her arms along with a jacket and some brown trousers with leather boots. “Okay kid. Here you go. It isn’t much, but it's the best I can do.” She stated as she guided him along the hall to the bathroom, which was a small room with a little wooden barrel for a bathtub. “Get washed and go to sleep, it's been a long day.” she declared as she turned around and left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Hugo alone once again. 

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  As soon as she heard the boy leave the bathroom and his bedroom door creak shut, Donella strided down the hall to remove a panel from the wall. Inside the small alcove sat a leather notebook, already gathering dust and a pair of goggles from her former partner, Ulla. Keeping her footsteps as quiet as she could to not disturb the sleeping child in the room beside her, she made her way back to her room and sat on her bed, the object in question moaning under her sudden application of weight. 

  Her fingers trailed over the cover for a millisecond longer than it should’ve, the memory of Ulla lingering, as she shook her head and opened the cover to show parchment paper with ink staining their pages. Scanning over the text, she took in as much information as she could, the page illuminated by the small candle lit beside her bed. Scrawled across the pages were notes on Ulla’s parenting techniques for her little boy. She’d made them in hopes she’d at least see the boy and be able to look after him at one point, but that was a wish of the past. The pair had long since separated after the whole...library incident. Her hand drifted upwards to trace the scar trailing over her chin before she shook the thought away and continued to read.

  Hours later, she finally set the book aside and let herself fall back amongst the pillows, the sound of snoring from Hugo loud enough to carry itself down the hall. A smile slowly fought its way onto his face, before she shut it down immediately and covered her face. God, she already cared too much about this kid. Oh well, she could look after him.

[magioftheseas]

Reserved

Written for @komahinaisle

Day 1: School AU, Childhood, Firsts

Summary: They were close as kids until Nagito moved. When they meet again in Hope's Peak, things are more fraught and complicated between them than Hinata ever could have imagined. And it's hard to deal with. They're friends. He likes Nagito, even when he's being difficult. It's just even more difficult not to hate him because of the situation, too.

Rating: T

Warnings: References to bullying. A lot of angst because it’s Hinata pre-despair. 

Notes: I’m a sucker for Childhood Friends AUs and I like estranged relationships, so yep. This is the result. For this KomaHina Week, I tried to combine all the prompts provided for that particular day to varying degrees of success. Thankfully, I think I really like this first attempt. It could have been fluffier, but I just find the idea of them struggling with adoring and disdaining one another way too interesting. It’s pretty angsty. But have a nice day anyway.

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It’s not that he’s a bitter person. It’s more that he just can’t believe this is happening.

“I can’t believe it either,” Nagito chirps with the same smile he wore as a kid. “Who would’ve thought we’d go to the same high school, Hinata-kun?”

“I... Yeah.” He tries to not let his smile twitch even as his eyes sweep Nagito’s uniform. Warm brown, green and red vest, while his was black, black, black—“It’s...lucky, huh?”

“Very lucky!” Nagito exclaims, taking his hands. “Even if you’re a reserve, I’m still so happy to see you! I missed you!”

“I missed you too.” It’s not a lie. It’s just not the full truth, either. But it’s all he can manage while choking back resentment. “It’s good to see you again, Nagito.”

Nagito hadn’t changed at all. Neither had he.

How infuriating. It’s the first time he’s ever wanted to hate someone.

--

It’s not like Komaeda Nagito was a bad person. A bit reserved, sometimes quite pompous, but once you gave him the time of day, he’d light up like the night sky. Eyes twinkling, face beaming—it was painfully obvious that Komaeda Nagito was incredibly lonely.

So, Hinata hung around him. Nagito was eager to please, desperate to not lose the sole friendship he had no matter how many times Hinata insisted that it was fine, he didn’t mind, he’s not going to leave him. And then, Nagito was the one that moved. Hinata had to pretend that didn’t stung.

“He was a freak anyway,” his other friends would mutter. “You were too nice, Hinata.”

He wasn’t that bad. He was just—weird. But he was as lonely as he was weird. If you just listened to him, you’d understand that. That he was insecure, that he really worried about others, that he had a light sense of humor, that he appreciated even the smallest gestures—

Stuff that’d be way too embarrassing to say out loud, so Hinata just kept his mouth shut. He kept it shut and thought about how Nagito thought way too fucking highly of him if he really couldn’t do something as simple as defend him to his other friends.

I’m not a good person, Nagito. It’s probably good you got away before realizing that.

Still.

It had stung.

--

“How’s class?”

“It’s fine,” he says through gritted teeth, trying not to tear too fiercely through his bread. “I’m sure it’s pretty dull compared to whatever time you’re having.”

“Probably,” Nagito chirps, because he’s always been so bad about reading the room. Even resting under shade, that smile on his face is disgustingly bright. “But, I still like hearing about how you’re doing. It’s been a while, Hinata-kun! Has nothing interesting happened to you since? Well, besides...”

He gestures at the black reserve uniform Hinata wore. That smile finally strained, and Hinata feels the opposite of satisfaction.

“No. Nothing I can think of.”

Nagito’s expression twists, brows pinching.

“Nothing at all? Hey, Hinata-kun. Why did you join the reserve course, anyway? I didn’t even think...” He trails off. “It must have sent your family back quite a bit. They’re not struggling, are they?”

“They’re probably relieved to have me out of their hair.” Despite himself, a wry grin does finally pull at his lips. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sure your parents worry,” Nagito insists. “You’re their child, after all.”

Their child. Named for the first day of the year when I was born. But that day’s just another holiday for everyone else.

“I have you here to keep an eye on me,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”

He reaches out then, and he lets his fingers card through the wild white curls of his childhood friend’s hair. Nagito blushes just as intensely as he did way back when. Perhaps more so—has he gotten paler?

I wouldn’t know. It’s not like I looked at pictures of him.

There’s no real need for it now when the real thing’s in front of me.

Nagito was such a vibrant shade of red, too. Precious. He’s still adorable. Goddamn.

“H-Hinata-kun,” Nagito whines under his breath as he’s continuously petted. “H-Hey, um, we’re not, kids, anymore.”

“We’ve known each other long enough that it should be fine, but, yeah.” Hinata does pull back. “I guess it is kind of weird. People might even get the wrong idea.”

“Oh, no!” Nagito exclaimed. “I wouldn’t want to compromise your reputation!”

My reputation?

“Oh.”

To his credit, Nagito seemed to realize it at the same time.

“Well... I guess that would be different for you, even if it’s me, huh.”

Even if it’s you.

What an infuriating phrase. And he thought Nagito’s self-deprecation when they were kids was aggravating. At least back then it had been harmless. It hadn’t really mattered if Nagito had that quirk. Just another thing to reassure him about like how the sky wouldn’t fall just because a yen bill flew into his hands.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

But that’s not Nagito’s fault, his conscience tells him. It’s a buzz in his ear, too annoying to ignore.

“It’s not a big deal,” he says, even though it very well could be. If he wasn’t suffocated by the dreary atmosphere—maybe it would instead be at the hands of his resentful peers. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“We’re friends,” Nagito pointed out, frowning. “I can’t help but worry about you.”

“Thanks.” But no thanks. Don’t fucking patronize me. “I really appreciate it.”

It’s not his fault. Don’t be a dick.

Especially when he sees his reflection in Nagito’s glimmering gaze—and he doesn’t want that image to distort.

--

There’s graffiti on his desk. People are whispering. They’re trying to pretend they aren’t looking at him.

It took months, but his class is finally behaving like a regular class.

Hinata keeps his head down as he scrubs his desk clean.

--

“Hinata-kun, can you help me?”

“With what, exactly?”

“Ahaha, it’s embarrassing but I don’t...I don’t understand this game at all.” Nagito waves around a small handheld gaming console with a sheepish grin. It’s such an innocuous sight. Hinata just wishes they could be inside. The sunlight is hurting his head. “I’m more for mysteries and puzzles, you see. That’s pretty lame, I know, but you like this kind of thing, right, Hinata-kun?”

When he hands Hinata over, Hinata does recognize the game on the screen. It’s popular. A lot of people have talked about and played it. He himself played a demo at the game store not too long ago. But, he couldn’t exactly ask his parents for it when he had his eyes on Hope’s Peak. And this console was the latest model, too.

“If you don’t like this kind of thing, why do you own it?” Hinata asked, brow furrowed. “You weren’t exactly the biggest gamer back then.”

“I mean, I like games,” Nagito said, shrugging rather helplessly. “Just—the more niche titles and genres, I suppose? But, our class rep—she’s a huge fan of games and has gotten the entire class into them. So, I just thought I might as well...”

Hinata clicks start.

“Seriously? You’re not even past the second level.”

“I-It’s frustrating!” Nagito exclaimed, flustered now. “It’s so—it’s way too easy to die! I just don’t have Nanami-san’s incredible resolve!”

It’s not really about having an Ultimate resolve to complete something so simple.

“Nagito.” Hinata thought about the nicest way to say it. “This game is made for children. It’s not that hard. You just have to be a little stubborn.”

When he glances at Nagito’s expression, he can see those pink cheeks puffing out, that smile turning into a deep pout.

“Well then,” Nagito huffed, shoving the console into his hands. “If you’re such an expert, why don’t you teach me by example?”

Hinata snorted, but he settled on the bench, trying not to chuckle at Nagito peering intently at the screen as he started the game.

“It is frustrating,” Hinata finds himself saying as he directs the character. “Because challenge is part of the game.”

He manages to get through the stage in a few attempts. Nagito’s face scrunches up as he perseveres, learning the level and figuring out the means to get through. It really wasn’t anything more significant than watching someone play through an arcade game. And yet, Nagito kept on watching, and Hinata felt more and more cognizant of the fact.

Nagito’s hair tickles his cheek, and his character dies. Flustered, he restarts.

“Is the teacher slipping?” Nagito asks, unimpressed. Hinata shoves him lightly with a grumble.

“It’s just a game, lighten up!” He exclaims that, but his heart is pounding. “You shouldn’t even have to force yourself to be good at something to get other people to like you! I already know that doesn’t work!”

Ah. What—did I just say? Seriously? Seriously?

Nagito blinks at him, and then he laughs.

“You’re right. That’s quite the useless endeavor. You can only be good at something if you’re talented.”

What?

Hinata feels his eyes burn, and he hits pause on the game. He hands it back over.

“Right, there’s no point.”

“I just don’t want to bring everyone down,” Nagito says, smile strained. “But someone like me would be better off excluded, huh, Hinata-kun?”

Why do you have to say that? How the hell do you think I feel? I just want to deserve being here.

“It’s not a problem if you’re not that good,” Hinata said. “As long as—they enjoy being around you. They’re not going to care.”

Instead I’m forced to say these asinine words of advice that I don’t even believe. It’s so annoying. Hey, Nagito...

“You’re so kind, Hinata-kun.” Nagito’s eyes grew misty. “What a good friend you are!”

Sometimes, I really hate you.

And yet, he is Nagito’s friend. If he said that to Nagito’s face—what good would it do but hurt both of them? He doesn’t even have anyone else.

Hah. So lame. I’m stuck sucking up to this guy because I’m that fucking desperate.

“Hinata-kun?”

He’s so pathetic that even Nagito, even Nagito seems to notice something’s off. Nagito does take the game from him, but his other hand also wavers near Hinata’s face. That hand hesitates before resting on his cheek.

Nagito’s touch is unsurprisingly pretty cold, but he also feels frail enough to snap between his fingers. Nagito searches his stare, and Hinata feels dead staring back, even as his eyes almost inevitably fall to Nagito’s mouth, parting and closing.

So pink. Up close, Nagito’s striking.

“Hinata-kun, um...” Open. Shut. Nagito chews on his lower lip. “Are you alright?”

Nagito had some pretty wide eyes, too. And they were such a weird color. Gray or green? He couldn’t tell and no matter how close he peered into those depths, it was—unclear. Nagito’s breath was warm despite how frozen he suddenly seemed. And a face like that—Hinata couldn’t help but lean in.

He’s kissed a couple of girls before. A couple of guys. Those were always hurried little pecks, too fearful and anxious to be daring. Here, Hinata presses and lingers, and Nagito remains frozen.

It’s soft. Surprisingly warm. It’s not—unpleasant to kiss his childhood friend like this. It’s not like Hinata hadn’t wanted to kiss him in the past.

And now?

Hinata pulls back, and Nagito’s cheeks are terribly flushed. Blinking, Hinata nearly choked, covering his mouth as he realized.

Now what the hell are we supposed to do?!

“N-Nagito, I... Sorry! Sorry, sorry! I just...!” Furiously ducking his head, Hinata groaned. “I don’t even know what I was thinking?”

“That...” Nagito rubs his lower lip. “That was my first kiss, you know.”

Shit.

“S-Sorry,” he helplessly repeated. “I won’t do it again.”

Nagito’s gaze flickers, strangely dazed.

“I don’t mind. Because—Hinata-kun is a dear friend of mine. Yeah. It’s only fair.” Nagito nodded firmly. “It’s only fair to repay that.”

Repay? I didn’t talk to you in the first place for a give and take. I talked to you because I felt sorry for you.

Hinata stood up and turned on his heel.

“Eh? Hinata-kun?”

“Just forget about it,” he snapped. “I’m not—if we were to get into a relationship, I don’t want it to be because you think it’s only fair. Fucking hell, Nagito, that’s now how relationships should be!” He whirled on him with a vicious scowl. “Just how fucking pitiable do you think I am?!”

Nagito went right back to gaping like a fish. Then, his lips were trembling as were his shoulders. Hinata felt the first stab of guilt, and it just made him all the more frustrated.

“I—I’m leaving. I’m sorry. I just. I need some time, Nagito.”

With that uninspired remark, he could only run away. Every pounding step, every pound of his heart, and Hinata realized his own tears had started flowing. Gritting his teeth, he cursed everything. The school, the main course, the reserve course, Nagito, and himself.

--

He was too ashamed to show his face to Komaeda Nagito the next day. So, he didn’t venture beyond the reserve course out of fear of running into him. He was a coward, through and through.

Nagito should’ve been the one to lose his temper. How shitty am I? I—I definitely do need to apologize more properly to him.

He thought that, and he sincerely felt that way. He just lacked the guts to pursue it. How lame.

How do you even make up something like that?

There wasn’t anyone to ask, even online. He really had fucked up. What was he going to do if Nagito decided he didn’t even want to look at him anymore?

Hey, what’s even the point of going on? What am I doing? Just what the hell am I doing?

There was—always that project—wasn’t there?

Isn’t that my only option?

The thought droned in his head, over and over. The oppressive figures of the Steering Committee, the gentle yet off-putting smile of the headmaster, the contract that would detail the end of his existence in no uncertain terms to begin anew—and then Nagito’s smiling face. His dearest, precious childhood friend. His Nagito, who won that godforsaken lottery and snatched up the last fucking chance Hinata had to become an Ultimate without resorting to something so serious as fucking brain surgery—

He was tempted to throw his own desk out the window to save the time of those who muttered and whispered maliciously behind his back. Although it’s not like it mattered. Who cared about what any of these fellow nobodies had to say? Who cared about them, who cared about the staff, who cared about the reserve course beyond as a fucking bank?

They were never destined for success. Why pretend otherwise.

Hinata slips out while the lesson is still ongoing. The teacher, broken and cynical as they are, doesn’t even pause to call him out. What a stupid waste of time all of this has been.

I want to scream. I really ought to scream.

He stepped outside, took in a deep breath, and he buried his face into his hands.

“...I’m so...tired of all of this. None of it matters, it’s not just exhausting—it’s tedious. It’s boring!”

It’s so exhausting and boring that he wants to laugh, as if that’ll summon even just the facsimile of glee. God, when was even the last time he was happy?

When did I get this fucking miserable?

Without thinking, Hinata passed the gates, ready to run and leave it all behind—except. There was someone waiting there. Someone who jumped at Hinata’s sudden appearance, and jerked to face him, gray-green eyes large and pale cheeks awash with color. Hinata stilled, except for his heart. His heart leapt.

“H... Hinata-kun.” Nagito’s lips pursed. “Did you leave class early?”

“When did you get here?” The question breaks through before Hinata can stop it. “Nagito, did you—were you—how long have you been here?”

“I came by a little early,” Nagito admitted. “Um, because I wanted to give myself time to formulate what to say to you when I...saw you. And so that I wouldn’t lose my nerve, I suppose. I-I wasn’t expecting for us to confront each other so soon.”

“Sorry,” Hinata said instinctively. Realizing, he swung his body down for a bow. “No, I’m really sorry! What I said the other day was awful! I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that—especially not after...after doing something...like that.”

“That?” Nagito parroted quietly, licking his lips. “I, aha, while it was a surprise, it wasn’t an unpleasant one. I’m sorry, too, Hinata-kun, for giving you the impression that I didn’t...like you. You’re a reserve, but you’re also my dearest friend. I wanted to make that clear, and I... I also wanted to warn you to be careful.”

Hinata stares at the floor.

“B-Be extra careful from now on!” Nagito stammered. “Try to be on the lookout for any falling vases, any crumbling bookshelves, any unsteady trees, any storms, any vehicles, any meteorites—! Just! Anything!”

Oh. Oh, Nagito.

“If something happened to you,” Nagito murmured. “It would truly be despairing, Hinata-kun. So, really I do think...it’d be better if we didn’t get too close.”

“Nagito,” he sighs, and his heart hurts. “You really couldn’t just reject me because I’m a reserve?”

“I can’t do that because you’re also Hinata-kun.” Nagito’s head ducked. “Even if you’re a reserve, you’re also Hinata-kun. And Hinata-kun is—important to me.”

He might be the only person who thinks that. He’s certainly the first person to say it. So, then, how the hell am I supposed to be okay with letting him go? If he leaves, I won’t have anything else. My only other option is—that. I might go for that anyway. And, when I do—

It’s not like even Nagito’s luck will matter anymore.

“You’re important to me, too,” Hinata said, because it’s true. He moves forward, hesitating but pushing on, wrapping his arms around the other. “So, even if it’s for a little while, can we stay together like this? I promise—it won’t be for long.”

“H-Hinata-kun...” Nagito stammers but he feebly returns the embrace, fragile in the circle of his arms. “Okay. Just because you’re Hinata-kun.”

It’s because I won’t be Hinata Hajime for much longer.

With that in mind and nothing to say because of it, Hinata squeezes his best friend tightly. For once, he can’t help but hope some part of him is left behind in the future.

For not just his sake—but for that of Komaeda Nagito as well.