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craycraybluejay · 4 months

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Hey Anouther. I wanted to seek your guidance on some stuff because I trust you and it's something that has been bothering me for a long time. One of those things you don't speak about with anyone.

First of all, I don't think I'm a paraphile myself. I think it's a traumatic response to some stuff that happened in my childhood, OCD style stuff. It doesn't have anything to do with children or anything like that, I just wanted to clarify that it's not that type of situation.

The first instance I remember of having anything to do with this paraphilia was when I was like 7/8 years old. I have no idea of where it came from, but when I was really young I was shown porn by older people and it has led me to believe I was shown porn of that type of content and I tried to reenact it thinking it was normal, but it wasn't anything serious that harmed anyone. A second time happened when I was maybe 11, and at that time I knew it was wrong but I dipped my toe in that water and immediately went "Nope, this is wrong. I don't like this/want this" so nobody was hurt. Those are the only instances where I've done something irl.

When I was 14 I was fapping it to some fictional content that didn't have anything to do with this at all, but I stumbled across real porn of that paraphilia and that sent me into a rabbit hole of it for a while. I don't think it's the porn itself that excited me, but rather the fact that it was prohibited, and I know that because I've been able to replace that feeling with healthy alternatives and I don't really wish to go back to that type of porn anymore. I think I fell into those habits because I was lonely and traumatized.

I've been clean for months, if not years, because the last time I checked that type of content was to see if I was still attracted to it and it make me deeply disgusted. I remember feeling like shit everytime the post nut clarity hit me when I was still stuck in that situation. Nowadays I feel nothing but genuine disgust to the thought of people actually perpetrating those actions in real life, which is why I think I'm not a paraphile myself, and I don't recall ever finding the specific subjects of the attraction of this paraphilia attractive despite of what I told you I did in my childhood.

My point is that I feel like a bad person despite having left those habits behind. Am I a bad person??? Like you, I don't believe that thought crime is real and I believe actual paraphiles deserve respect as long as they don't act on their urges in real life since thoughts are harmless, but knowing that I tried to do what I did when I was young and that I've seen real content of certain stuff makes me sick to my core.

I like to believe, like I said at the beginning, that it was a response to trauma. Again, nobody got hurt from the times I almost did something irl, and I say almost because the things I did were more of a pre- of doing actual things. I promise I would never hurt anything in real life, and if anything, the fact that I shyed away from doing anything before I actually did is what really tells me and secures me that I wouldn't.

Am I a bad person???? If I haven't done it again and never will????

Hey anon, it warms my heart that you are trusting me for guidance on this, and I hope you're feeling okay right now. Quick disclaimer that I am not a therapist and while I am happy to help and to listen I cannot claim to offer professional advice. Every paragraph is a response to each paragraph above in order.

Let's get into it. It is not unheard of for trauma and mental illness to mimic other mental illnesses or sexual fixations that one doesn't necessarily have outside of its traumatic connection. It happens, and it is a normal and healthy brain's way of trying to make sense of and make good out of a not so normal and not so healthy situation. Without the defense mechanisms that make up trauma, human brains would struggle even more. It is not your fault for experiencing a trauma response in this way and I believe you when you say it is not a paraphilic attraction.

It is also relatively common for someone exposed to sexual content at too early an age (generally pre-puberty) to try to re-enact it. The other common response is fear, my therapist told me at one point that prepubescent people exposed to a visual depiction of sex read it as violence. An understandable reaction considering the appearance of the act itself without knowing anything else about it. It is a really unfortunate situation to be in and can absolutely cause trauma even if its something relatively benign like accidentally catching your parents doing the deed.

It's also understandable to compulsively feel drawn to things that are "not allowed" or "taboo." Humans in general are wired to want things they shouldn't, and because sexuality is a very "exciting" thing it connects pretty easily to other "exciting" (adrenaline-inducing) things both positive and negative. The rush you get from skydiving is not so different from the rush you get from touching someone you are attracted to for the first time. Some people, particularly those with a predisposition to compulsive brain activity or understimulation, are more thrill-seeking which can result in more intense, sometimes dangerous experiences if not kept in check.

I know what that's like. Shame and guilt are unfortunately common with sex; and it can be a lot worse when the subject of your current focus is taboo. The excitement of it spawns from the cultural shame and the shame spawns from the excitement. It's a vicious cycle.

I want to make a small nitpick here. There are a lot of anti-contact paraphiles that are also very much disgusted/angry about people who commit acts of sexual abuse. While I believe you when you say that you are not a paraphile, this is not a good point.

You are not a bad person. You answered your own question here a little; thought crimes are not real. I understand feeling guilty of "almost doing" something but it is again not the same as actually doing something. I cannot count the amount of times I almost did something stupid; anecdotally, someone touched me and on instinct I almost punched them in the face. Without the lucky moment of hesitation I probably would've beat the crap out of them. But I didn't. No action, no crime, and nothing to torture oneself over. I do hope you can feel better, and I think it can be helpful to discuss this guilt in depth with a therapist who you've established trust with.

You do not need to reassure me or anyone that you didn't hurt anyone; you already said it. You are fine. I believe you.

You are not a bad person for having thoughts. You are not a bad person for having gotten off to something that would be unethical irl (although the ethics of actual abusive pornography are a little more complicated in that sense. there is a major difference between the exploitation of an actual living thing and something someone wrote or drew.) <- regardless, you were a small child reacting to trauma. is it great if the scenario in the parenthesis is the case? no. but it holds less weight when you remember your situation at the time. you are not a bad person for having trauma. I hope my response was somewhat helpful and that your day gets better and you stop worrying.

#anon response #long post #tw trauma #tw sa #bit of comfort for the weary #tw csa implied

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constantvigilante · 2 months

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Tagged by @scarvenartist, thank you! :)

Are you named after anyone?

Nope! First and middle name are unrelated to anyone on either side of my family. I'm always a little amused by stories where people name everyone after their friends and fam - in my immediate family, there's just some middle names recycled.

When was the last time you cried?

Last night while watching the finale of The Seven (actual play D&D show). It was a rewatch but they all have such good character arcs.

Do you have kids?

I do not!

What sports do you play/have you played?

None regularly, I'm not sporty. I was on a softball team for maybe two practices before I got so self-conscious I couldn't stand it anymore. More the choir kid than anything else!

Do you use sarcasm?

I think most people do at least a little? I try not to as much as I used to, it's not a good mode for me to be in because it points very unkind. Which is a shame because I can be really funny when I'm unkind. ... I was about to say y'all don't even know, but I've had my moments of going hog wild on here like everyone else so I suppose you have an inkling.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

This always feels like such an odd question. It depends on the situation to an extent? I notice their outward appearance because that's what I can see? I notice whether they seem hostile because I am a prey animal? I notice whether they're looking at me, because I don't want to have a conversation?

Last week in dance a new gentleman showed up, and I swiftly catalogued his appearance (styled bleachy blond, blue eyes, healthy tan, not tall but graceful with appropriate dancer posture, mid 30s at least, denim shirt with half the buttons undone - WHY?) because I cannot be stopped, it's a disease. I also attempted to avoid eye contact and danced multiple times with the grandma regulars and never with him, because I am hopelessly awkward.

So basically I make a mental sketch to refer back to later. I love looking at people and noticing haircuts and things. (Last week in church an older lady had just tons of owl themed jewelery.)

What's your eye color?

Blue!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Aren't mutually exclusive but I hate scary movies regardless.

Any talents?

Nah not really.

(Writing, singing, irritation, devotion. Some baking!)

Where were you born?

California, home of my heart, love of my life

What are your hobbies?

Obsessing over my rabbit. English country dance. Writing (roleplaying), reading. Video games when I've the time.

Do you have any pets?

Toooooo many. Living with 6 cats, 2 dogs and a bunny.

How tall are you?

5'8ish

Favorite subject in school?

Englishy stuff, I liked reading and analyzing. Huge surprise I'm sure. And choir.

Dream job?

Part time working at an indie bookstore with a nice cafe next door. Around books but also time to read them without giving up the reat of my hours. Helping with events but not being totally harried and stressed over them. Building community and being part of something small, local and meaningful.

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starlingsrps · 1 year

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matthew kincaid.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: matthew thomas kincaid

NICKNAME(S): matt

PREFERRED NAME(S): matthew

BIRTH DATE: march 14

AGE: thirty five

ZODIAC: pisces sun/leo rising/virgo moon

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/his

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heterosexual/token straight on thin ice

NATIONALITY: american

CURRENT LOCATION: berkeley, ca

LIVING CONDITIONS: he rents in berkeley but spends a lot of time across the bay in san francisco socially. easier to rent a house in berkeley - it was important to him when he moved fern that she go from a house with a yard to another house with a yard so while it costs the earth, they do have a small craftsman bungalow with a yard.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: los angeles, ca

HOMETOWN: los angeles, ca

SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: b.a. in english, ucla; masters in library science from the university of illinois/masters in english from same.

FATHER: james kincaid, deceased

MOTHER: isidora kincaid

SIBLING(S): alexei, daphne, ophelia, and cassia

BIRTH ORDER: second oldest

CHILDREN: fern dale-kincaid, six going on forty

PET(S): oats, rabbit (his arm was twisted)

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: the brunch bunch tbh

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: amanda dale, 34. amanda is fern's mother and was matthew's college girlfriend - they were together up until two years ago until she developed an addiction to oxy while recovering from shoulder surgery. while it no longer feels like he lost a limb every second of the day, it still stings. he left everything behind in portland to move to the bay area so he and fern could start fresh and the legal protections he has around fern are intense - he has sole legal custody and in their last meeting, he made it clear to amanda that she was not welcome in either of their lives. he is extremely capable of completely burning someone from his life entirely.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: kind of dating naomi blake? it’s a lot he doesn’t know!!!

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: head, morrison library at uc-berkeley

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: matthew has preferred the company of books since he was a kid so he's very happy.

PAST JOB(S): assistant head of graduate services at portland state university, various other library positions; pizza maker

SPENDING HABITS: he's very frugal and budgeted unless it's fern because he is soft (that rabbit was not his idea).

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: average? like he does go to the gym but he doesn't work at being a weight lifting dynamo. as long as he can heave fern around and move furniture, he's good.

SPEED: borderline loping in terms of pace

INTELLIGENCE: borderline pedantic.

ACCURACY: average

AGILITY: fine???

STAMINA: also fine????

TEAMWORK: a very good second in command but he will also not hesitate to establish order if he needs to. when the dad voice comes out, it is time to get it the fuck together.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, reasonable amount of spanish

DRIVE?: yep.

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yep.

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yep.

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yep. did he have to relearn so he could teach fern? shut up.

SWIM?: yep.

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nope.

PLAY CHESS?: nope.

BRAID HAIR?: yep - all of them. he learned via youtube and he's a pro.

TIE A TIE?: yep.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: tom mison

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: short on the sides, longish on top. he's pretty neat in terms of grooming all around.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: both - man is blind as a fucking bat.

DOMINANT HAND: right

HEIGHT: 6'3

BUILD: lanky

EXERCISE HABITS: yeah like, he'll stop at the campus gym in the morning before work if the moon and tides are right and is trying to instill Healthy Habits in fern but once a housebound nerd, always a housebound nerd.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: he does and it is absolutely a lord of the rings tattoo.

PIERCINGS: nope.

MARKS/SCARS: a few but nothing with a crazy story

NOTABLE FEATURES: long features, being tall af.

USUAL EXPRESSION: resting bitch face.

CLOTHING STYLE: p straight forward - jeans and a button down, jacket. there is a satchel that is carried because fern's purse can't hold anything and she comes with many accessories.

JEWELRY: a watch most of the time, periodically a friendship bracelet if fern is working on them.

ALLERGIES: nah.

DIET: like normal?

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful good in a very "why wouldn't you follow the law???" way

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

MBTI: INFP

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: depression; it's managed and treated. he's been through some shit in the past couple of years - therapy helps.

SOCIABILITY: introvert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: pretty steady but he also compartmentalizes until he snaps so that's debatable.

PHOBIA(S): heights and fern being in danger.

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: he will not say no to an edible if 1) fern is with other responsible adults for the evening 2) it isn't ditch weed 3) they are not going to a second location.

ALCOHOL USE: sure

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not at all but he does mutter under his breath a lot while driving - fern did not entirely pick up her colorful vocabulary from the brunch bunch.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: medium-low, even pace, neutral accent.

ACCENT: nah.

HOBBIES: his main hobby is whatever fern wants to do but if he's left to his own devices, he likes to read and hike.

NERVOUS TICKS: fidgety lil fucker.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: it's 80% fern and 20% being a cocky fucker who refuses to fail

POSITIVE TRAITS: confident, direct, sensible, dedicated, curious

NEGATIVE TRAITS: repressed, stubborn, competitive over dumb shit, secretive, stern

SENSE OF HUMOR: dry as a fucking bone

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: not often but it does happen. fern has heard everything at this point, he just has to remind her that she can't repeat it.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: any amount of time spent with fern - with it just being them for a few years, she's his favorite person to be with and he struggles a little bit with sharing her with the brunch bunch. he knows she's fine with alexei and irene and he knows everyone well /but he's going to worry. he will always worry.

ANIMAL: always down to look at penguin at the zoo

BEVERAGE: surgically attached to this iced black coffee. it cannot be removed from his person.

BOOK: the silmarillion

COLOR: blue

DESIGNER: not....really?

FOOD: breakfast is deeply important to him which is mostly how the brunch bunch got him in the first place.

FLOWER: like they're nice but

GEM: he is not above a cool rock but gem???

HOLIDAY: halloween is the best with kids but this year's experiment of bringing oats may have broken him.

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: driving or walking

MUSICAL ARTIST: please don't make him ever go to a concert but since it's tom petty and he's dead: he's safe.

SONG: "wildflowers” because he’s been humming it to fern since she was a baby.

SCENERY: definitely a city guy but is also trying to raise fern with an appreciation of nature. it is not going well.

SCENT: books, lavender

SPORT: if they're going, baseball he guesses. if he's watching, he's just going to zone out in front of tennis.

SPORTS TEAM: no allegiances. at all. ever.

TELEVISION SHOW: game of thrones is inferior to lord of the rings (he has a list of talking points, don't get him started) BUT he did enjoy it to a point.

WEATHER: summer

VACATION DESTINATION: you saying he looks like he needs a vacation? (he does)

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: at this point, raise fern without her teenage rebellion being getting botox with irene.

GREATEST FEAR: very realistic, very intense recurring dreams that amanda takes fern. the amount of hoops that would have to be jumped for that to even begin to happen are many but it's a pretty real fear.

MOST AT EASE WHEN: ugh, fuck it: it is with the brunch bunch. TO A POINT. it's been a long while since he's had a friend group like this and it's been good for him to be around people who aren't like him all the time and who have embraced him and fern this thoroughly. he could do without some of fern's newest skills (why does she know how to make a cosmo) but they've become a family of sorts for them. also naomi but he's always waiting for the other shoe to drop so!

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: put on the defensive about things he does not feel that he needs to defend.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: fern. she has the habits of a thirty five year old divorcee but she's smart and kind and literally everything to him.

BIGGEST REGRET: he tries very hard to not have them because if he starts to regret amanda, then there's no fern and if he regrets moving to the bay area, there's no friend group so it's a lot of give and take. he regrets taking fern to disneyland on his own - rookie mistake.

TOP PRIORITIES: fern, living and moving forward.

#c: matthew kincaid

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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PURPLE I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AND HEALTHY 🥺💖

May I please ask for Smoker with the prompt "Nope puppy dog eyes won't work on me this time!" when his s/o is begging him to buy them something cute even tho they have like a bunch of cute things at home lol ILY DON'T FORGET THAT

ILY 2 BABY!!!!!💖💖

"Can I just buy one? Please?" Giving the man a pleading look, you did your best to lower your bottom lip, trying to look as cute as possible to the commander.

His glare only grew as pieces of the cigar fell to the ground. "I said no, don't make me repeat myself."

"But, it's a bunny and it looks like you..." Giving him another pleading look, grabbing his arm and pressing your chest into it, trying to look as cute and small as possible as your eyes watered. "Come on, Smokey, just one?"

"Nope puppy dog eyes won't work on me this time." Releasing your hands from his arm, he headed off, a slight blush on his cheeks from your statement of the rabbit looking like him. He almost gave in just from that comment alone, however, he remembered you said the same thing about the cat plush you begged him to buy last week.

Following after your beloved leader, you knew you ruined your chance, but getting a chance to see the blush on his face was far more worth it than a rabbit plushie.

#tsunderedoctor #white chase smoker #smoker one piece #smoker #smoker x reader #smoker x you #smoker x y/n #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece comfort

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mirasolis · 3 years

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My Star, Your Light

Punz x Reader

Tangled AU

Part Two

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This is just you and Punz thrown into the world of Tangled, as requested by @thequeenofuwu . We are both Punz simps, I know it.

This is going to be in several parts, and I will link each part when I finish them under here.

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy!

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3rd POV…

Punz was slowly coming into consciousness when a sudden force shoved his head to the side. His eyes shot open and turned to see a rainbow—coloured sheep on his shoulder.

“What the?!” The sheep hopped off, walking to the shadows. Punz noticed that he was sitting in a chair, his movements restricted by…

“…Is this…hair?”

(Y/N) held the pan close to her, shuffling in the corner. “You…you can’t escape! I know what you want!”

“W-what?”

(Y/N) slowly emerged into the light, pan ready to knock out the man in front of her. “Who are you, and how did you find me?”

Punz just looked at the woman in wonder. Her hair was exceptionally long, being the length of her body several times over.

(Y/N) impatiently demanded an answer. “Who are you, and how did you find me?!”

Punz cleared his throat and declared, “I know not of who you are, nor how I came upon your home and you. But may I just say…Hi.” He smirked cockily. “How you doing? The name’s Punz.”

“Does anyone else know of my location, Punz?”

“Alright girlie-“

“(Y/N).”

“Right. Here’s the thing. I was in a predicament. Galavanting through the woods on an…adventure. I came across this tower and-hold on a damn minute?! Where is my satchel?!”

“Oh, that bag of yours? I’ve hidden it! And no matter where you look, you won’t find it!”

Punz looked around for a while, before settling his sights on a little decorative pot. “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?”

CLANG!

(Y/N) just knocked him out again, and hid the satchel elsewhere, and instructed Puffy to wake the mercenary again. Once again the sheep rammed into Punz’ head and woke him up. He shot up, startled, and glared at Puffy.

“Stop doing that,” he stated plainly.

“Now you can’t find it. So tell me what you want. Do you want my hair, to cut it? Sell it?” (Y/N) interrogated Punz.

“Why would I sell it?! Listen, the only thing I need to do with your hair, is get out of it!” Punz claimed.

(Y/N) looked at him, puzzled. “You, don’t want…my hair?”

“Why would I want your hair?! Look, all I did was find your tower, and climb it, that’s all!”

“For real?”

“YES!”

(Y/N) looked at him hesitantly, before picking up Puffy to discuss with her. “Well, this could be the perfect opportunity. Puffy, I know he’s a stranger, but this is my chance! I think he’s telling the truth, what choice do I have if I want to see the lights?”

She turned back to Punz. “Okay, Punz. I am prepared to negotiate with you.”

“Negotiate?”

“Something brought you here. Call it as you see it Punz. Fate, destiny…”

“A horse?” Punz deadpanned.

“But listen to me when I tell you this; You can tear this tower apart as much as you want. You are not finding that satchel without my help. So you are going to take me to see the special stars tomorrow night. After that, you return me. Then, and only then, will you get your little purse back at all.”

“Those stars are actually lanterns, and I can’t exactly do that. I am a mercenary that stole something from the kingdom, so arrest on site for me it is.”

“Lanterns! I knew it! And my deal still stands. Bring me to see the lanterns or you get nothing.”

Punz shook his head around. “Okay, you’ve forced my hand. I have been left with no choice.”

Punz hangs his head before lifting it dramatically, showing that he bit his lip slightly while looking at (Y/N) with hooded eyes, trying to give off a sexy smoulder. She wasn’t impressed.

Punz held his face while speaking. “This is…kind of an off day for me, I usually don’t have to do this to anyone…FINE, I’ll take you to see the lanterns.”

As soon as he said that, (Y/N) squealed excitedly and accidentally let Punz fall on his face. She apologized profusely, let him free, and he began descending the tower.

(Y/N) tied Puffy to her body securely, as she prepared her hair to jump down to the world below. She heard Punz call to her, but all she could focus on was the green ground below. Taking a deep breath, she leapt from the heights and dropped. She shut her eyes tightly, feeling the wind rush against her body, curling up, and then she stopped.

She opened one eye, and saw the ground so close beneath her bare feet. Cautiously, she pointed out one foot to touch the grass, feeling its ticklish caress on her feet. Giggling, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, setting Puffy down as well. She wriggled her feet between the grass, and began dancing around. She was free! She could finally go and see the lights!

(Y/N) then proceeded to give herself emotional whiplash, switching between being happy and being depressed over the fact that she would upset Dream. Fun times.

Punz, seeing this as a perfect chance to get the crown back, leapt in for the final strike. “You don’t want to ruin your brother-sister bond with your older sibling, don’t you? That’s way too precious! So, I return you to your tower, I get my satchel, you get a healthy family relationship, and everyone is happy again, yeah?”

“No! You are taking me to see those lanterns Punz! And I will use this,” (Y/N) said while raising her frying pan.

There was a rustling in the bushes, and she jumped on Punz’ back, frightened. “What is it? Ruffians? Thugs?!”

A rabbit hopped out of the bush. “Ahhh,” Punz exclaimed in a dead voice. “You seem to be frightened easily. So it is probably best to avoid the ruffians and thugs, ya know? Oh, it just occurred to me, I know a great place for lunch. You hungry?”

Somewhere else in the forest…

Dream was walking through the forest with George. “So George, you’re clear with the plan?” Dream asked.

“Of course I am! We must accomplish this fast if we are to take over the kingdom,” George responded.

As they continued walking, the duo heard leaves moving, and were instantly on guard. They pulled out their weapons, only to find that it was a horse that stumbled upon them.

“Oh, a horse.” Dream overlooked the horse, seeing that it had reigns on it. Even worse, he recognized the horse as that belonging to the crown prince Technoblade.

“George we need to go back now!”

Dream wasted no time in sprinting back to the tower, with George following him close behind. They scaled the tower, but once they entered it, it was devoid of life. It was dark and quiet and Dream began to grow angry.

“Woah Dream, calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down George! My 18-year plan is about to go to shit! Where the hell is she?!” In his rage, he noticed the light seeping from the cracks in the wooden planks of the stairs. Lifting it, he found a satchel with a crown inside it, and a poster with Punz’ face on it. He was determined to put his plan into action. He would have power over the kingdom, no matter what.

Somewhere in the forest...

Punz and (Y/N) were walking along the forest path, when they came across a run-down pub in the woods. It was called the ‘Chuckle Sandwich’.

“Hmm. Seems friendly enough,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Yep, this deep into the forest I highly doubt that you’ll find any ruffians...or thugs, to scare you,” Punz goaded. He laughed in his mind. This’ll get her to return the crown to me, he thought.

“Well, I hope they make good sandwiches,” (Y/N) chimed.

“Great! Well let’s go inside!” Punz declared. He opened the door and escorted her inside. “Your finest table, please!”

(Y/N) reeled back at the sight before her. All there was, were just ruffians and thugs. As Punz gently pushed her through the pub, (Y/N) held out her pan in front of them, hoping to ward anyone off.

“You smell that? Ya really gotta inhale through the nose! Let it seep in! What kinda scents are ya getting? I’m getting an overall man smell but also just brown!” Punz ranted.

A random patron grabbed onto (Y/N)’s long hair and she grabbed as much as she could and ran off to find a safe place, Puffy following close behind.

“That’s a lot of hair,” the man holding her hair said. Punz nodded in agreement, walking towards (Y/N) as she backed up against a wall.

“You don’t look so good. Maybe we should bring you home,” Punz said as he began guiding (Y/N) to the door. “Maybe you can’t handle this place, and by that logic, the outside world! You should probably be back in your tower!”

Punz was cut off from leaving the pub. A man with ram horns and sideburns held the door closed, with his hand covering the face on Punz’ wanted poster.

“Is this you?” The ram asked sinisterly. Punz squinted at the hidden parts of the poster, lifting the ramhead’s fingers to see that his face was just even more messed up.

“Now that’s just rude,” Punz stated.

A man with a hat covering the majority of his hair agreed. “It is him, man! Connor, find some guards!” The man named Connor ran out the door. “That money’s gonna get me some new beanies! Capitalism!”

A man with glasses and green attire spoke up. “Nope! I’m gonna use it for something much better!”

The patrons of the pub began fighting to keep hold of Punz, pulling him back and forth. A man in a multicoloured tunic said, “What about me? I’m broke!”

Several more people joined in, including a man with a shaved head and red and blue glasses, a man with fox ears and a tail, a whole cat man, and a man in a maid outfit. Just...why?

(Y/N) tried to reach her guide, to no avail. “Hey! Leave him alone!”

Over the ruckus (Y/N) could not be heard clearly, so she got the crowd’s attention by pulling back a branch in the rafters and letting it hit the ram headed man. “PUT HIM DOWN!!”

They all quickly turned their heads to her, anger fixed onto their faces. “Okay, I don’t know where the hell I am, and I need this guy to take me to see the lanterns because I’ve been dreaming of them my whole life!! Can’t you understand? Haven’t you guys ever had a dream?!”

The horned man walked towards (Y/N), grabbing an axe. She shied away from his approaching figure, then he threw the axe at a scrawny accordion player. “I had a dream, once.”

A slow upbeat tune filled the tavern as the man narrated his story. “My name is Schlatt. I’m malicious, mean; I can be scary. In terms of violence, I don’t have clean hands at all. But even, despite my unsightly horns, I’ve always wanted to perform for the masses as a comedian! I mean, who wouldn’t laugh at my (sometimes) out of taste jokes?!”

The beanie man stood up next. “Well, the name’s Quackity! I’ve always wanted to be a pianist! I’ve been practicing here for years! I know so many songs like that iCarly theme song!!”

“ICarly theme song?” (Y/N) asked.

Green man went next. “Well the name is Charlie Slimecicle!! I know that many find me unsightly, due to my terrible appearance!” He was saying that way too positively. “I dream of one day finding love!”

Everyone was taking their turn, talking about their dreams. Multicoloured tunic man, named Karl, wanted to create the best future for his friends. The man with red and blue glasses called Jack Manifold, wanted to become a well-renowned demolitions expert. The fox man, named Fundy, wanted to launch a bakery with his friend, a woman named Niki Nihachu. The maid outfit man, HBomb, wanted to become Fundy’s maid. Why? IDK maybe he’s kinky.

As everyone took their turn, they let Punz talk about his dream. “Oh no, fellas. I don’t have a dream.”

Several swords pointed at his throat later, he ranted about a dream where he had boundless amounts of money.

Lame.

(Y/N) sprung up onto a table, speaking starry-eyed about the lanterns. “I am so glad I left my tower! I can finally see the lanterns!”

Everyone cheered, celebrating the endless freedom that their dreams explored. Suddenly, Connor burst through the door. “I found the guards!”

Everyone stared in shock, and (Y/N) and Punz were tossed over the bar, just as Technoblade came in with the castle guard. “Where is that mercenary Punz?! I know he’s in here! I won’t stop until I have the thief that stole my sister’s crown!”

Punz peeked over the edge of the bar, seeing his former colleagues in chains, ducking down right after. Punz and (Y/N) shrunk into the bar to hide, when Schlatt pushed aside a crate to reveal a secret passage. “Go, live your dream.”

Punz responded, “I will.”

“Not you, I was talking to her,” Schlatt said pointing his head to (Y/N).

“Thank you Schlatt,” (Y/N) thanked, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She followed Punz through the passage as Schlatt returned to help distract the guards.

The patrons tried their best to distract the guards, but Technoblade was not buying it. He turned his ear to the door, and Carl burst through, sniffing the air. He easily found the secret passage, and Techno gathered his men, leaving one to guard Purpled and Ponk.

After Techno left with Carl, Ponk knocked out their captor, and freed Purpled, letting him do the same for himself. “Let’s go get the crown.”

Fundy, currently drunk off his ass, stumbled outside, seeing a man in a green cloak with a mask. “Woah, god you are so damn hot!”

Dream giggled. “You’re making me blush.” He pulled out his sword. “Where does that tunnel lead?”

#i simp for punz and i know you do too #dream smp punz #punz #punz x reader #dream smp #aaaaaaa #dream smp au #just punz #here you go you single people #romance

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mshermia · 3 years

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LYKHIW Timeline - WIP Page

Welcome! This post records the status and progress of my work expanding my Post-Endgame (MCU) series to “Like You’d Know How It Works”.

I left the cinema post-Endgame incredibly mad and disappointed. After I aired my immediate frustration with the movie in two One-Shots, I decided for my own peace of mind, I had to try and salvage the mess that was Endgame somehow, because I simply like the characters too much, not to. A week after I started writing, I published the first chapter on AO3. About a year later, I felt the need to expand on the original fix-it. I have and will continue to add to this timeline, writing different adventures that will mostly focus on Tony Stark and Peter Parker.

Genre: MCU fanfiction

The Fix-It

Like You’d Know How It Works (completed)

Setting: sets in right after the battle at the Compound is over, supersedes the concluding events of Endgame.

Premise: Straight after the battle is won - or lost, depending on your perspective - Peter tries to convince the Avengers to save Mr. Stark by going back into the Quantum Realm.

Tropes: time-travel, quantum realm, protective Peter

Mood: grief & loss, hope, family

Someone had organized this room at Metro General hospital for them to sit and talk. Sitting was not an option for Peter though. He couldn’t bear to sit. He couldn’t bear to have anyone look at his injuries either, not when there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“You said that whatever we do in the past will not change our present!” Peter’s fist hit the table with a crash. They simply weren’t listening. His face felt grimy and tight in places where the dirt from the battlefield stuck to the tears he had cried over Mr. Stark’s body. Maybe he should have thought of washing the traces off his face before confronting a few of the Avengers and Doctor Strange. It might have made him seem a little more collected. A little more rational. “That’s what you just said!”

Chapters 9/9 | 42 K | Teen and Up

Follow-up Shorts and Multi-chapters

Just Outside The Door (completed)

Setting: Days after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise: Peter did it. He found his mentor and brought him back, but sometimes it all just seemed too good to be true. Sometimes, his mind played tricks on him and he just couldn’t sleep, wondering if he had really brought Mr. Stark back or if it had all just been a desperate dream.

Tropes: nightmares, PTSD, protective Tony, Whumptober 2020: No. 23

Mood: fear, working through trauma, comfort

There was only silence in his room now unless you were to count the frantic beat of his heart and the deep shaky breaths he sucked in and blew back out. It hadn’t even been a nightmare this time, not truly. He hadn’t really fallen asleep in the first place. Exhaustion was tugging at the edges of his consciousness and that’s where his thoughts had started to spiral.

Mr. Stark was okay. Peter was… he was pretty sure of that. He had succeeded, had brought him back home and now he was okay. But there was a little voice in the back of his head that kept nagging, that kept telling him that maybe… maybe he was wrong. Maybe it had all been a delusional dream, too good to be true, Peter wishing something into reality that was unobtainable. He had seen his mentor die after all. He had died right in front of him, the memory etched into his memory, right there whenever he closed his eyes. Dimensions, time travel… was that really real?

Chapters 1/1 | 4.2 K | Teen and Up

Nothing Left To Lose (in progress)

Setting: 2 weeks after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

The reversal of the Snap added an additional 3.5 billion people back to Earth’s population. 3.5 billion more people to house somewhere, 3.5 billion mouths to be fed, 3.5 billion people who return to a world that was not expecting them to ever come back.

Tropes: food shortage, starvation, looting, blurred lines of good and evil; Whumptober 2020: No. 3

Mood: anger, desperation, conflicted who to help

Tony groaned, rolling his stiff neck from one side to the other as the gate clicked shut behind Pepper. “Remind me again… Why did we agree to this?”

Pepper didn’t bother to send him a scolding look as she wrapped the security seal around the gate’s locking mechanism. “Because we’re good neighbors?”

“We are?” He smelled like damp fur. When did wet fur and barn animals become his life? “Since when exactly? Was there a house meeting? Did I miss it?”

“Mh… do you need a reminder of the process of negotiation?” She took a step towards him, one hand twisted in his shirt pulling him close against her, their lips almost close enough to touch. “You smell like wet alpaca.”

He pulled in an affronted gasp. The hand that was still holding his shirt pushed him away from her, her lips stretched wide in amusement. “Come on, Cesar. Maybe I’ll remind you after a hot shower.”

Chapters 1/2 | 3.4 K | Teen and Up

Unnamed WIP (unpublished)

Setting: 4 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

For months, Peter has been commuting between the city and the Stark’s remote cabin in the woods. But now that life in NYC has regained some normalcy, he really wants to show Morgan what the greatest city in the world has to offer.

Tropes: power outage, panic attack, PTSD; Whumptober 2020: No. 27

Nope. “Not going down that rabbit-hole, Parker,” he muttered to himself.

“What rabbit-hole?” Morgan was sitting opposite him, munching on the cookies Pepper had put out.

“Nevermind.” Peter scooped two tea spoons of sugar into his coffee, then added another one just to be safe.

“Mommy says coffee corrupts the soul.”

“Please, like you even know what ‘corrupt’ means….”

Morgan tilted her head to the side, just like her mom would do. “I know it’s not nice.”

Peter gave her a look. “Well, your dad says it’s the elixir of life.” And Mr. Stark would know. Peter gave his head one hard shake. Tony. Tony would know. One sip of the black brew and Peter’s teeth hurt. Definitely too much sugar. “Okay, remember what we talked about?”

Morgan sat up straight, her eyes wide. “Ask mommy first!”

“That’s right! Make sure you use those puppy eyes, too.” Morgan nodded along enthusiastically while he quickly nicked her glass of milk and poured a generous potion of it into his mug. “We wait till, you know, till Tony’s gone downstairs or something and then—”

“And then you’ll ask me what?”

Chapters -/2 | - K | Teen and Up

Christmas Eve - At Peace (completed)

Setting: 5 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

Just a couple of months after they defeated Thanos, Tony and Pepper throw a Christmas party. Instead of a partying kid, Tony finds his Spiderling outside in the snow at the grave he has been trying to ignore ever exists.

Tropes: anger and grief, blame and fear, no prompt

Mood: wholesome, family, frustration

Tony narrowed his eyes at him. "I mean it!" For good measure, he took a healthy gulp from the cup, positively burning his throat in the process. But it wasn't until Harley threw his hands in the air and turned his back in defeat - for now - that Tony allowed his face to cringe at the sting. Those little trouble makers were not helping with his heart condition. Speaking of trouble... "Where is Peter?"

Harley crossed his arms in front of himself, his mind clearly brooding on a new strategy. "No clue."

Tony's next sip of the hot wine was a lot smoother than the first. "What do you mean, no clue?"

"It generally means that the person doesn't have any information about the subject that you are—"

"Alright, short stuff..." Tony's eyes were searching the room but the little spider was nowhere to be seen. "A bit less of the asshole routine please?"

"Listen, if you want me to babysit, same rules apply as they do for Morgan." Brazen in his brattiness, the little shit ladled a good helping of mulled wine into a new cup. "I'll need a heads-up and generous compensation that I'm happy to re-negoti— Hey!"

Harley tried to hold on to the cup that Tony once again just plucked from his hands. "You've had enough of this!"

"That one is for Rhodey," the boy scowled.

Chapters 1/1 | 3.8 K | Teen and Up

The Winter Air (completed)

Setting: 6 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

Tony, Peter, and Morgan spent a winter day outside the Stark residence.

Tropes: accident, hurt Tony, hurt Peter, Whumptober 2020: No. 13

Mood: fun to fear, injury, accusations, blame

Well, it wasn’t that easy. Because things were apparently never just easy in the life of one Peter Parker. Turned out, there were still some assholes out there. Not the Thanos-kind. Not for now at least. The regular kind though and Peter for one saw absolutely no reason as to why anything should have changed in his responsibility to stop them from being assholes.

His aunt somehow disagreed more often than she didn’t. Annoyingly now though, she managed to drag Mr. Stark to her side a lot more than she used to, too.

Peter shook his head at himself. Tony. T-O-N-Y. It wasn’t that hard, was it? He still slipped up every so often. But as much as that bugged him, it was the others who bugged him even more. Colonel Rhodes and Hawkeye among them the most willing to tease Peter about it. Him, and Tony too, for his mentor never commented on it with more than a crooked smile. When it was just the two of them, that was often the only indication for Peter, that he had said it again.

It made the times when it really was just them so enjoyable. A new ease between them. They had never had this, this kind of bonding. Sure, they’d spent time together before everything had gone downhill on their little space adventure, in the lab or on a normal earth-bound mission. Not like this though, not like Peter staying over at the Stark residence for a few days at a time. Not like him sliding along-side Morgan on the ice on the lake, trying to catch Tony. Not like Morgan falling over and taking Tony right with her and the way Peter’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard when Mr. Stark’s sweet little Morguna drowsed him with two full hands of snow and he just hadn’t seen it coming.

Chapters 3/3 | 14 K | Teen and Up

Unnamed Multichapter WIP (unpublished)

Setting: picks up where The Winter Air ended, 6 months after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

First time all of the Avengers come together after the Snap was reversed. With Tony retired, Peter has to find his place in the team and learn to work with the other Avengers without Tony. Tensions are running high with the events of Civil War still largely unresolved and lingering resentments stemming from Peter’s multidimensional rescue mission to save Tony.

Tropes: Avengers mission, mistrust, growing as a team; Whumptober 2020: No.7

Tony’s eyes went wide. Was it possible that…

“Hey, FRI?”

“Good morning, boss. It’s 10:16 am on February 5th, 2024. The temperature outside is—”

“Yeah, just… can you stop for a moment?” He waved her off. “Send Dory out to the lake, would you. There’s some stuff still lying out there on the ice.”

“Right away, Sir.”

Tony watched as the little blue drone circled the lake, getting closer and closer to what he was sure were the Spiderling’s clothes still lying out there, where he had taken them off to—

“Hey, what are you doing out of bed!”

Despite himself, he twitched as Pepper made her way into the room. She had pushed the door open with her hip, balancing his breakfast on a large wooden tablet.

“Here, let me—” Tony stepped towards her, arms at the ready to take the tablet but she held it out of his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get back in that bed!”

Chapters -/- | - K | Teen and Up

There... And Back Again (in progress)

Setting: about a year after Tony was brought back to life

Premise: The Starks drive upstate to the old Mansion where Tony grew up. To Tony’s horror, the trip takes him and the kids a lot further down memory lane than anyone could have predicted.

Tropes: time travel, Howard Stark’s A++ parenting; Febuwhum2021 Day 12 - Who Are You

“Pete, seriously…” Tony looked up into the review mirror trying to catch his eye. “Can you not? I don’t want Morgan up all night, terrified of some dumb ghosts.”

“Come on, it’s just a story, Tony. Morgan knows I made it all up, right?” Peter winked at her, then wiggled his eyebrows in a way that seemed kind of familiar.

“Yeah, daddy.” But Morgan was full-on ignoring Tony, her eyes on Peter trying to imitate the wink and wiggly eyebrows he had just sent her way. “It’s just a story.”

He could do little more than groan as Peter continued to spin a tale of spirits and witches, ancient pacts and promises that had to be kept, ransoms that the spirits had vowed to retrieve.

“It was a night very much like tonight,” Peter continued, his voice low and full of dreadful foreboding, “that the witches broke that pact they had signed with the blood of the innocent…”

“Morgan’s gasp morphed into a giddy giggle while Tony could only rub a hand across his brow and mumbled, "Blood of the innocent, give me a fucking break…”

Chapters 1/3 | 4,4 K | Teen and Up

Are We Out Of The Woods Yet?, (completed)

Setting: 4 years after Tony was brought back from the multiverse

Premise:

Peter takes Morgan into the depths of a National Park so she can collect samples for a biology project.

Tropes: Peter & Morgan, protective Peter, hurt Morgan, hurt Peter, Whumptober 2020: No. 12

Mood: disappointment, mistakes, anger, angst, comfort

“There are so many reasons why online classes are better than going to school.”

Peter shook his head. “And there are plenty of reasons why learning in school with other students is preferable. How it helps retain the material better than—”

Morgan groaned without even looking at him, her nose in the air, eyes on the leafy trees above them. “You can learn the same things at home, only then you could have dinner at night with us instead of in your stinky room in Boston.”

“Hey,” he craned his neck to see where she went, then walked after her. “My room doesn’t stink.”

“It’s a boy’s room.” She said it like that alone was a valid argument, when it couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, the girl’s dorms he had been in—

He stopped himself. Not the time and place.

Chapters 2/2 | 8 K | Teen and Up

#wip #wip page #irondad #spider son #prompt fill #peter parker fic #tony stark #iron dad and spider son #mcu fanfiction #fanfic #LYKHIW-timeline

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stargirl720 · 3 years

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For the ship meme! Joutachi!

THIS TOOK SO LONNNGGG

General:

Rate the Ship -

How long will they last? -

Until one of them dies

How quickly did/will they fall in love? -

Took a year of bonding minimum and then Jouno's favoritism towards Tachi was revealed to be Feelings

How was their first kiss? -

Neither were really experienced but since Jouno had more than Tachi he led the efforts. It was only a lil awkward

Wedding:

Who proposed? -

Jouno proposed but they both had a ring and Jouno knew they both had a ring so he had to do it first

Who is the best man/men? -

Tecchou simply bc they don't have many friends

Who is the bride's maid? -

Yosano.

Who did most of the planning? -

Tachihara because a lot of planning required eyes.

Who stressed the most? -

Jouno bc he couldn't help plan as much as he wanted to

How fancy was the ceremony? -

10 bc they're fucking loaded, why not flaunt it

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -

Dazai.

Sex:

Who is on top? -

They switch a lot but Jouno tops more

Who is the one to instigate things? -

Jouno bc he can hear/smell the horny

How healthy is their sex life? -

7-8. They have a lot of stamina but they don't get to see each other often so when they *do* see each other they're fucking like rabbits

How kinky are they? -

8. Tachihara is a cuck and an exhibitionist always willing to try new things and Jouno is more than happy to go along

How long do they normally last? -

Idk it depends on what they're doing and where they're doing it

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

Nope, but they always try to finish together for the last time

How rough are they in bed? -

8. They break a bed at least once.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

7. They're both pretty clingy afterwards, wanting to stay close and at least hold hands. Tachihara likes to tuck his head into Jouno's neck, and Jouno likes to have him in his lap, but that doesn't work out sometimes.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? -

😢 N/A

How many children will they adopt? -

At least six. Tachihara wants a big family so that his kids don't feel as alone as he did.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Tachihara, because Jouno has a sensitive nose.

Who is the stricter parent? -

Jouno but not by much.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -

Jouno

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -

Jouno

Who is the more loved parent? -

Tachihara

Who is more likely to attend PTA meetings? -

Neither

Who cried the most at graduation? -

Neither

Who is more likely to bail their child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -

Bitch they are the law. Both of them.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -

Tachihara! But he's trying really hard to teach Jouno how to do it better.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -

Jouno is!

Who does the grocery shopping? -

Tachihara ajfjahd for obvious reasons

How often do they bake desserts? -

Not very often, actually! Maybe once every couple of months, when they're bored.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -

Meat lover!

Who is more likely to surprise the other with an anniversary dinner? -

Tachihara

Who is more likely to suggest going out? -

Tachihara lolll

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? -

Jouno

Chores:

Who cleans the room? -

Tachihara

Who is really against chores? -

Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? -

Jouno

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? -

Tachihara can't get away with it but Jouno most certainly can.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? -

Tachihara does

Who found a dollar between couch cushions while cleaning? -

Tachihara

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? -

Tachihara takes longer showers, Jouno takes longer baths.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? -

They don't really decorate, because Jouno can't see it, and Tachihara never got into it bc of bad parent reasons when he was younger

What are their goals for the relationship? -

Finding home

Who is most likely to sleep til noon? -

Tachihara

Who plays the most pranks? -

Tachi lolll

#bsd #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou #bsd jouno #jouno saigiku #bungou stray dogs #joutachi #tachijouno #bsd hunting dogs

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lovelylogans · 4 years

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I’d like to request “There was never an us.” for Moxiety, because I never see betrayal-type angst with that ship

hell’s kitchen

“after a good dinner one can forgive anybody.”—oscar wilde, a woman of no importance

ao3 | other fics on tumblr | coffee?

warnings: food mentions, spice mentions, bickering-type arguing, mostly fluff but please let me know if i’ve missed any!

pairings: moxiety, not mentioned logince

words: 1,437

notes: ohhhhh my god. oHHHH my god. okay look when you say “betrayal-type angst” my brain just went NOPE and as such uhhhh here’s this. takes place after “cohabit” in the wyliwf verse. thank to @teacupfulofstarshine for the “funny names will not save you” line, and also the title!

one of the best parts of living with virgil—other than falling asleep in his arms every night or pressing himself up against virgil’s back, or waking up snuggling him just about every morning, or, like, cuddling on the couch during movie nights, or, like, everything, everything about it—is the fact that he gets to eat virgil-made food all the time.

it. is. fantastic.

he has, of course, offered to help in the ways he can, and pointed out that virgil doesn’t have to cook all the time but virgil always waves him off, pointing out that it’s something he loves to do, and cooking for logan and patton means that he gets to branch out from the usual menu at his diner, which means that patton gets to eat a lot of things he’s basically never heard of before but is now an ardent fan of, like scaccia for dinner and ossetian khachapuri for breakfast.

and if he doesn’t feel like it, it means that patton can sub in with his (admittedly much more basic) cooking, like spaghetti or pizza. sometimes, logan cooks, mostly in preparation for college and eventually living on his own, and that’s always fun to watch virgil guide logan through some basic recipes, and if none of them are up to cooking, they’ll order out (usually from al’s pancake world or anywhere but virgil’s, since virgil admits he’s kind of sick of eating his own diner food.)

doing more dishes in exchange for really good food is a more-than-fair trade, in patton’s mind. there are sometimes misses, like when virgil makes ema datshi and the three of them go red in the face from the sheer amount of spice, drinking nearly a gallon of milk between all of them in an effort to kill the fire in their mouths, but those are few and far between.

so when he comes downstairs to virgil dishing up a bowl of mac and cheese for dinner one night, saying that he’s trying out a new recipe, it’s not suspicious, necessarily, but it is a little tame. patton guesses he’s left the middle-eastern food kick he’s been on for the past couple weeks and wanted to do something relatively low-effort; he has kind of been doing a food world tour for quite a while.

but patton smiles up at him, and kisses him on the cheek, and thanks him for dinner, and then goes to call logan down for dinner, because he’s locked himself up in his room to do intensive research for a story for the franklin.

by the time logan’s come down, virgil’s setting out bowls of some kind of salad, which like, fine, patton guesses, because one of the other drawbacks (or benefits, his doctor and virgil would probably say benefits) meant that virgil got to serve them a lot more healthy side dishes or main courses than he would have had to in the diner, since they aren’t ordering and paying for their dinner.

“hey, kid,” virgil says. “research going okay?”

logan takes a deep breath, which makes patton tamp down his grin. oh, that means they’re in for a lecture.

(logan is a fantastic journalist, and he’s going to do great things out there in the world, but patton thinks that maybe, after he wins fifty thousand pulitzers and maybe a nobel prize, logan would make a great teacher. or at least, in the midst of winning fifty thousand pulitzers, patton hopes that he’ll do some guest lectures at a university, or something, telling all the future bright-eyed journalists about his own adventures and how to best chase a story.)

so logan speaks about the various rabbit holes his research has led him down between bites of mac and cheese and salad and sips of water, fielding questions from virgil and patton, at one point getting up and grabbing a notepad to jot down some kind of idea that patton’s question sparked in his head.

logan talks about his day, too, even if it is mostly in the realm of talking about what happened in his franklin class, and virgil talks about his day too (”taylor,” he growls, “is up to something” which makes logan’s ears perk up and jot it down on the notepad, because the pair of them are… well, he would say menaces, if taylor wasn’t so taylor, not that he’d ever say that out loud.) and so does patton, even if his day was mostly dull—really, the most exciting thing was an update on pau-pau, one of michel’s precious dogs.

but it’s a good family dinner. it’s a nice family dinner, the three of them talking and laughing occasionally. it’s good company, good food, and patton is happy.

at the end of dinner, logan goes back to his room basically as soon as he can, frowning down at his notepad and jotting down more notes even as he’s going up the stairs, and patton laughs a little after him, shaking his head.

“workaholic,” patton says affectionately.

“well, he didn’t actively start researching during dinner, that’s an improvement over last week,” virgil suggests, and patton snorts, shaking his head, before he retreats back into the kitchen and goes to gather up the bowls.

“dinner was really good,” patton says brightly. “the mac and cheese tasted different, but that’s probably ‘cause it’s not kraft.”

“oh, good,” virgil says, and hands over the cup that patton’s reaching for, before patton even asks. “it’s a new recipe, i was hoping you two would like it.”

patton tilts the empty bowls so that virgil can see, before he moves to start rinsing out dishes to stick them in the dishwasher. “well, it was a big hit.”

“good,” virgil repeats. “i’m glad—um, i used milk, salt and pepper, yellow onion—”

patton hums, to show off interest; virgil likes to talk what goes into each recipe, if patton’s not in the room while he’s cooking. mostly because virgil likes to know what’s in everything he’s eating, but hey, it’s interesting enough to patton too, because virgil’s passionate about cooking.

“—vegetable broth—”

“vegetable broth?” patton repeats, because he thinks that the water rushing over the dishes is distorting his hearing.

“uh-huh,” virgil says. “um, gruyere, parsley on top, zoodlesandbutternutsquash—”

patton shuts off the water and turns to face him.

“what was that last part?”

virgil looks abruptly sheepish.

“…zucchini noodles and butternut squash,” he says.

patton gapes at him.

“i mean, you liked it,” virgil points out, fumbling over his words. “so now whenever i serve it, i know you can’t use the excuse of not having liked it—”

“you,” patton says, “snuck me a healthy dinner. in mac and cheese.”

“you liked it!” virgil says defensively.

“you betrayed me. in my own house!” patton declares, mostly joking but also a little affronted.

“our own house,” virgil says, and patton’s lips twitch up, because virgil’s using his sentimentality against him, that jerk who cares deeply for patton’s health!!!!

“there was never an us,” patton says dramatically.

“they’re zoodles!”

“a funny name won’t save you now,” patton says, haughty. “this settles it.”

“settles what?” virgil says.

“i will accept,” patton says, “ice cream from lucy’s as a gesture of apology.”

virgil throws back his head, laughing, and patton traces the long column of his throat with his eyes. virgil reaches over to swat patton with a dish towel. “i thought you were actually mad!”

“not mad,” patton says. “annoyed, maybe, and just a little. it’s mac and cheese, virgil, you already had a side salad!”

“eating healthy isn’t gonna kill you,” virgil says. “the opposite, really.”

“you’re impossible,” patton says, which would probably be more convincing if he wasn’t smiling.

virgil grins back, leaning down to press a kiss to patton’s upturned lips. “i love you very much.”

“impossible,” patton sighs up at him. “how am i supposed to be annoyed at you for being thoughtful about my vitamin intake and taking an active concern in my health because you generally care for my welfare, and you’re so cute at the same time?”

“it’s a talent,” virgil says smugly, and patton snorts a little, before thwacking him with the same dish towel.

“go,” he says, a laugh still around the edges of his voice. “i have chores to do.”

“if you say so,” virgil says, disappearing around the corner, and patton hesitates before he turns, just a little.

“i wasn’t kidding about the lucy’s!” patton calls after him, still smiling despite himself, and turns back to the dishes.

even if the dish itself was full of betrayal—and he won’t admit this—the mac and cheese was pretty good.

#my fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #moxiety #anonymous #ask #the sideshire files

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worryinglyinnocent · 3 years

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Fic: Haven (18/50)

Summary: They say Resembool is a haven, and they’re right. Lush pastures, quaint country town, farmers’ markets on Saturdays: a bucolic paradise.

But it’s more than that. Resembool is a haven for the runaways, the deserters, the people who don’t want to be found…

The Resembool community knows there’s something odd about Hohenheim, but they’re not going to let that stop them helping him out. This is Resembool after all, a place where no one has to hide and neighbours help neighbours, be they building a fence, chasing a sheep, or trying to save the country from an evil they inadvertently helped release centuries ago…

Or: A series of slices of life in an AU in which Hohenheim never leaves, and several broken state alchemists find hope and home in Resembool.

Rated: T

Haven

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Summary: Trisha realises that her sons are growing up, which leads to some very awkward conversations.

Characters: The Elric family, the Rockbell family

Pairings: Trisha/Hohenheim (Yuriy/Sarah in the background)

“Mom, where do we come from?”

“Pardon?”

“Me and Al. Where did we come from?”

“How do you mean, honey? You come from Amestris, like me. This is where you were born. Your dad comes from Xerxes.”

“I know that.” Ed gives an exasperated sigh. “I mean before we were born. Winry says we came from the stars and that a stork brought us to earth.”

Oh. So that’s what he means. Not where he comes from per se, but where babies come from in general.

Are he and Al old enough for her to be having that conversation with them?

“Tommy at school says babies grow under cabbage leaves,” Al adds. “But I checked all our cabbages and I couldn’t find any.”

“There aren’t any babies under our cabbages, I can assure you of that.” Trisha looks to Van in desperation, but he’s wearing the same ‘rabbit faced with a fox’ expression that she knows she is.

“Babies grow in their mom’s tummy,” Van says eventually.

“Huh.” Ed stares very hard at Trisha’s midsection. “How did we fit in there?”

“You were a lot smaller at the time,” Trisha points out. “And I stretched quite a lot.”

“Huh.” There’s silence for a moment and Ed goes back to staring at his plate rather than staring at his mother, and for a few minutes, Trisha dares to hope that the conversation is closed. Unfortunately, she and Van raised two scientists and they’re not going to be happy until they have the answers they want.

“How did we get there in the first place?” Ed asks eventually.

Trisha exchanges another ‘how are we having this conversation at the dinner table with no prior warning?’ look with Van.

“Erm, that’s what Dad’s for,” Trisha says quickly. Van glares at her with the same ferocity that Ed glares at his milk as the boys look to him innocently for an explanation.

I hate you, he mouths.

“I don’t think this is a conversation for the kitchen table,” he says. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Once Mom and I have had a very long discussion. And possibly roped in Aunt Sarah and Uncle Yuriy.”

For all he’s usually extremely mild, Van’s tone brooks no arguments and the boys accept it easily, the talk moving to other subjects until the meal is finished and they get down from the table.

Van groans and faceplants into the scrubbed wood.

“Why?”

“It was going to happen sooner or later.” Trisha resists the urge to join him in his very close contemplation of the table.

“Why couldn’t it have been later rather than sooner?”

“I maintain that’s your fault.”

Van looks at her indignantly. “How on earth is it my fault?”

“You’re the reason we have two such incredibly precocious children.”

“Their ability to do alchemy and read Ancient Xerxian has absolutely nothing to do with them asking about the birds and the fleas.”

“Bees.”

“What?”

“It’s birds and bees, not birds and fleas.”

“Right.”

There’s a long silence, both of them trying to find a way out of this that doesn’t involve actually discussing the situation.

“What do we do now, then?”

“I think your idea of roping in Sarah and Yuriy is probably a good one. Maybe Winry’s been asking the same questions. We can get them all together in one room in one go and maybe the ordeal won’t be as nightmarish as we think it might be.”

“And they say I’m the one who lives in cloud cuckoo land all the time. You’re kidding yourself if you think this is ever going to be anything other than awkward.”

“I have hope.” If there’s one thing that Trisha is never short of, it’s hope.

The next day, Trisha’s hope is not buoyed up by Sarah bursting out laughing when she tells her the tale of what went on over dinner.

“Sorry, I’m just imagining the look on Hohenheim’s face. It must have been priceless.”

“It was, but that’s kind of beside the point. I have the unfortunate situation of having a family of scientists and if I don’t give them answers, you can bet they’ll go looking for them. Not that any of Van’s books contain anything that will help them, so they might be there a while, but time is still ticking and I think they ought to learn these things from parents rather than anywhere else.”

“Are you saying there’s no such thing as erotic alchemy?”

“If there is, Van’s been keeping it very secret for the entirety of our relationship.”

“Ask him. You never know what you might be missing out on.”

“I am not bringing alchemy into our bedroom. I have enough trouble getting him to leave it alone and come to bed as it is, and this is all beside the point, Sarah!”

“All right, all right, I’m sorry. I’m having way too much fun with this.”

“I’ll say. Have you got any ideas?”

“Nope. None at all. I’m trying to remember the discussion I had with my own parents but to be honest I think I must have blocked it from memory.”

“Same.” Trisha sighs. “Do you think they’re old enough?”

Sarah nods. “Yes, I think so. And you’re right, we might as well get all three of them together.” She pauses for a long time. “It just goes to show the mundaneness of everyday life. Your husband is immortal and pretty much on a one man mission to save the world as we know it from imminent destruction and yet you still have to worry about giving your kids The Talk.” Suddenly she bursts out laughing again. “You know, I think I got most of my education from trashy romance novels. Heaving bosoms and quivering thighs, that kind of thing.”

Trisha snorts. “Yeah, I know the type. Then you get to the real thing and it’s nothing like the books, and you can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“It’s a good thing. I’m a doctor. I know that heaving bosoms aren’t usually healthy.”

“I think this is going to be one of those occasions where I walk straight back out of the kitchen and pretend I never heard any of that.” Yuriy is halfway out of the door again when Sarah calls him back.

“Wait, wait. We were talking seriously about things before you came in.”

“We were?”

“Yes, we were. We were talking about giving the kids The Talk. Ed and Al have been expressing an interest in learning where babies come from.”

“Ah.” Yuriy sits down at the table with them. “Right. I see.”

There’s a long silence and then Yuriy gets up again. “If I have to be here then Hohenheim does too; he’s not getting out of this.”

Half an hour later, all four of them are sitting around the Rockbell kitchen table whilst the three kids play in the garden and Pinako watches them all from the doorway with barely concealed amusement.

“For two doctors, a farm girl and an immortal who’s seen everything, you aren’t half squeamish about the topic,” she remarks.

Yuriy and Sarah protest that it’s a sensitive subject that requires deliberation, Trisha protests that animal husbandry is very different, and Van protests that he definitely has not seen everything.

“Well, before you resume your debate as to the best way to go about this, I’ll draw your attention to the kitchen window.”

They all look out into the garden, where the three children are staring open-mouthed at the field next door, where a particularly virile ram has decided that now is the time to vigorously perpetuate its species.

Trisha just groans and resists the urge to faceplant into a kitchen table for the second time in two days. Yuriy does not resist the urge. Sarah is back to giggling, and Van appears to be trying to reach a higher plane of existence.

“Granny…” Winry comes to the door. “What are the sheep doing?”

“Mom, if you answer that I will kill you,” Yuriy mutters, muffled by the table.

Pinako just rolls her eyes and shepherds her granddaughter out of the house again. “Winry, I think it’s time you and Ed and Al learned where babies come from, and since the thought of telling you seems to have made your parents short circuit, I suppose the task falls to me…”

Trisha supposes she should be grateful that the talk is out of her hands.

She’s absolutely not grateful when Ed asks questions about the circumstances of his birth the entire way home.

“Does it hurt?”

“Which part?”

“Any of it.”

“It hurts when the baby comes out.”

“Huh.” There’s silence for a while and Trisha dares to hope she’s past the worst. “I’m glad I don’t have to have babies.” Another pause. “I hope Winry never has to have any.”

Al agrees wholeheartedly, and Trisha catches Van’s eye. He smiles. Things could have been an awful lot worse, after all. He finds her hand and she goes up on her toes to kiss him.

“Are you making us a sister?”

They break apart to see Ed standing with hands on hips, watching them.

Trisha can only sigh. It’s going to be a long evening.

#FMA:Brotherhood #FMA Fanfiction #Trisha Elric #Edward Elric #Fic: Haven

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 156

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At the back of the aquarium was the animal park/zoo. Lance wanted to feed the deers, so they did, his boyfriend would have adopted them all if left alone unsupervised for too long. For someone who hadn’t wanted a cow, Lance was pretty attached to his cow. His boyfriend fawning over everything that moved. Zero fear at all when it came to the snakes, where Keith liked to think he has a healthy fear of them. They did their own thing and he did his own thing. Never the pair to cross paths. How could they have snakes near open pens with pattble bunnies did his head in. Didn’t they worry the snakes would get the rabbits? The pavilion was dedicated to kids more than adults, Lance seemed to fit right in. Keith conned into rabbit cuddles. As nice as it was terrifying trying not to drop the rabbit, Kosmo was cuter when he’d been smaller. Lance just as cute as he smiled up at him holding his own rabbit happily. The rabbit in Keith’s arms was... he supposed... cuterish... until it pooped and Lance cackled so hard he had lean against the rabbit pen wall. This was why Kosmo was better. Keith taking a baby wipe from a zoo worker to clean up the mess on his hand as the rabbit was half dropped and half thrown the few inches back into its pen. Fuck rabbits and fuck snakes. They weren’t for him. He had Kosmo and he had Blue. That was definitely enough to keep him happy in the fur department.

Stumbling his steps, Keith came to a stop as he held Lance to him. His boyfriend’s colour faded from his face as sweat beads rolled down his forehead. The day wasn’t terribly warm, but the lack of cloud cover and coming out the air conditioning must have been getting to Lance. The pavilion was like a cool oasis before you stepped out into heat and the paths that looped around back to where they currently were

“Babe, want to take a break?”

Expecting Lance to say no, because he was a stubborn idiot about all the wrong things, his boyfriend nodded

“Sorry. I need to sit for a bit”

Okay. He wasn’t going to freak out. Nope. Lance had made it clear he was over being fussed over. A quick scan and he’d found a converted building with a neon sign in the window

“There’s a cafe. Let’s get something to drink”

“Yeah... I need a moment”

Propping Lance up, Keith lead them over to the cafe where he glared a couple away from the only available seats on the shaded veranda of the old building. Sitting Lance down, his boyfriend pushed his chair back, leaning heavily on his thighs as he hunched forward, legs spread as if he thought he might vomit between his feet

“Babe?”

“I’m sorry. Can you get me some water?”

“Yep. Hang on. Don’t move, I’ll be right back”

Grabbing two bottles of water Keith’s anxieties had him practicing what he’d say to the server as he took his place in line. The family at the sandwich counter were fighting with kids over having to eat sandwiches and not cream topped cake. The aircon in the house barely seemed to make a dent, and when he got to the counter he fumbled down both bottles of water, flustered and annoyed over the wait. Paying for both bottles hurt his heart. No bottle of water ever should cost $5 each. That was ridiculous. If Lance hadn’t needed water he’d definitely have had some very choice words to say over how they ran their cafe. In his rush to get back to Lance he nearly forgot his wallet, then bumped squarely into some kid that started crying. Apologising to the cranky mother who rushed to her precious darlings side, Keith had had enough of crowds. Enough of people. Like, couldn’t they see he was in an obvious rush? Or did they expect him to make Lance wait, then would complain if Lance threw up in front of their kids? People were too damn complicated. He should have been paying better attention to when Lance stopped laughing and started stumbling.

Lance had stripped off his jumper and used it to cover his belly as he leant against the veranda railing in his chair. His boyfriend still looked ill, but at least he was upright. A few people were glancing in his direction. Keith resisting the urge to snap at them for staring. If they were going to state they could at least offer assistance

“Babe, I’ve got the water”

Raising his head Lance blinked at him, a smile slowly coming to his lips

“Hmm... what? Oh. Thanks...”

“Are you okay? You don’t look like you feel very well”

“Just a little faint. And a whole lot of thirsty. Why do you smell funny?”

Keith handed Lance his bottle of water, using himself to shield Lance from those staring. Raising his upper slightly, Keith didn’t want to think about whatever had been on the kids hands, or on its face. He was going to be a horrible parent. What kind of person felt icky about a strangers dirty kid? Kids were dirty creatures

“Bumped into a kid. More like they bumped into me. I have no idea why it was on the loose”

“You were rushing, weren’t you?”

Sprung. He couldn’t help but rush. Ten minutes in a line of people who felt as frustrated as he did then turned out to not be able to make their damn minds up either. Then again, the cakes did actually look good. Maybe had Krolia not given him food poisoning he would have picked a slice to share with his boyfriend

“Maybe?”

Lance sighed, cracking open his bottle of water as he did. His boyfriend realising he was watching him

“Come sit down already. I’m alright. I’m feeling better in the shade”

“You said you felt faint. If this is too much...”

How often did Lance feel faint? Often enough to hide it from him?

“Keith, sit down already. It’s hotter out here than I expected. That’s it. I’m fine”

Keith didn’t quite believe Lance as he sat across from him. They’d done a fair bit of walking. The complex deceptively large inside with the outdoor area feeling more like an after thought. Still, this was closest thing to an actual zoo in the area. It made sense why it’d be so popular with families

“You’re frowning. What’s on your mind?”

“How often do you feel faint?”

Lance sighed at him

“It’s okay. I’ve normally had a nap by now and I didn’t sleep that much last night. But I’m fine now I’m sitting. You should drink your water or you’ll end up dehydrated”

“Are you you don’t need it?”

Lance rolled his eyes at him

“Babe. You’ve got to relax. Besides, my bladder is like the size of a walnut these days. I’ve already had to pee like three times. It’s repetitive”

“Was it because of the water?”

Maybe the sound of running water or being surrounded by so much of it was making his boyfriend pee more?

“Nope. I know what you’re hinting at and no. Seriously, they don’t over exaggerate this peeing thing. Everything’s all squished up to make space for these two”

“I’m sorry”

Lance sighed at him again. Replacing the cap on his bottle of water as he leaned on the table

“You don’t need to be sorry. I know you’ve got new dad jitters. I’m enjoying myself, and if it’s any indication by how much these two are moving, they are too. What do you think of this place?”

Keith let Lance have the topic change, sitting back in his chair as he nodded

“It’s cool. I mean. It’s not like hugely fancy, but it’s cool. The rabbits suck”

“I don’t know. I thought they were kind of cute”

“Because you didn’t get crapped on”

“That was definitely an advantage. It’s nice. Just seeing all these people going about their lives. It’s nice”

There was a clear “but” in Lance’s tone

“But...”

“Honestly, a kid tripped and I smelt blood. Kids trip all the time, but it got me wondering how I’d react to our kids”

“And?”

“And I don’t know. It kind of scares me. I mean, I think I’ll be okay. I think it’s just all these extra hormones amping up my senses. I’ve taken care of Pidge and Hunk before, and you without going crazy. I think I’m just over thinking it”

“You wanted to help the kid, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I think I’m touchy because it’s a kid. They’re supposed to be enjoying themselves and not face planting on the walkways”

“They’ll be fine. Seriously though... these kids are scary”

Lance chuckled, his colour still wasn’t improving but if he could laugh Keith would take it as a sign his boyfriend felt a bit better

“That’s going to be us. And we’re going to have two of them. I hope they don’t inherit your sense of direction”

“Rude. I got us here in one piece”

“You did. It hasn’t quite been the same riding around in a car since... you know”

Since Lance flipped a truck to save him and Curtis...

“You still think about that?”

“I think about how damn lucky we were. I don’t know how you’re so willing to get back on your bike after it”

“I haven’t really thought about it. I mean, my accident wasn’t that bad. And I’ve missed my bike. Do you want me to sell it?”

Lance shook his head immediately

“No. No. I mean, I don’t love your bike but you do. I want you to have the things you love. I’m going to have to get used to it sooner rather than later”

“It has been off the road as long as you’ve been pregnant”

“I know. I’m still not sure how we made the twins...”

“When a daddy loves a daddy...”

Groaning at him, Lance’s smile only grew

“When a weird vampire drinks the blood of a weirdo, magical things happen?”

“Something like that. What do you want to do after this?”

Keith had a plan of how he wanted the day to go. First the Aquarium Centre, then out for lunch, then putting on his big boy pants and facing crowds. Lance needed more clothes, especially with how large his stomach was getting. Plus, he wanted to see Lance getting excited over things for their twins. He wanted to check out furniture... maybe choose a theme? That’s what parents did right?

“Maybe take a nap? I know it’s not a very exciting outcome”

“Babe, it’s fine. We can totally head back to the apartment and take a nap. I have no idea how I’m supposed to go back to work with all this time off”

“Does that mean you take a secret nap in the afternoons at the garage?”

Hunk would let him. Matt would see an open opportunity to get up to some kind of mischief. Grease on his hands. A grease moustache. Anything was possible if he let his guard down

“No. But I have thought about it. Then I remember Matt’s there and I think again”

“I don’t think he’d play up at work. You know Rieva tried to pay me rent? I mean, who charges their family rent?”

“Parents?”

Lance shrugged

“Mami never charged me. I told her to put it towards the food bill instead. I’m paying the same amount no matter the number of people in the household”

“You’re using more power and water”

“Yeah, but I’d still rather them save up for their own place or save towards going to see Rieva’s parents. This time last year it was only me and Blue”

“And now?”

“And now we’ve got a whole family in there. I’m so grateful to have met all of you... I’m going to be sad when Curtis leaves for good. It’s not the same without him there”

Keith huffed, hoping his expression seemed as if he was acting hurt

“Should I worry you’re going to run off with him?”

“I don’t know. He does give a pretty good running commentary when we’re watching our shows together. And he’s stopped coming at me with sex toys”

“What am I supposed to tell Shiro when you two elope?”

Lance choked on air, coughing as he shook his head

“I don’t want to die... Shiro would kill me. What about you? Would you stop the wedding?”

“Nope. I’d burn down the church so you couldn’t marry him in the first place”

“Babe, you can’t burn down churches!”

Still coughing, Lance opened his bottle of water again and proceeded to choke on that too. Keith hanging his head, useless against an invisible enemy. He’d gone and made himself upset with his own jokes. Lance was right though. Curtis was into cheesy dramas and Keith really wasn’t. Asking questions only got him glared at as Lance would be forced to spend more time explaining things to him than watching his show. Slowly recovering, Lance wiped his mouth, still coughing slightly as he shook his head again

“I have to pee again. I’ll be right back”

“You’ll be okay?”

Lance gestured towards the sign Keith hadn’t noticed. There were toilets at the side of the cafe

“I’ll be right back. Here, look after my stuff”

Lance’s stuff was his wallet and phone. Keith tapping the screen to check the time and noticing Lance had half a dozen missed calls from Hunk and Matt, his boyfriend’s phone set to “Do Not Disturb”. That couldn’t be good. Pulling out his own phone, Keith opened up his contacts, calling Matt instead of Hunk. Hunk would have been the better one to call, but if something was going on, Matt would be the calmer one to relay information. The call took long enough to connect that Keith was bored of holding his phone to his ear, and a little annoyed Matt hadn’t answered immediately

“Keith?”

“You called? What’s wrong now?”

Okay. He could have hidden someone of his annoyance, but Matt could have also texted whatever was up to Lance

“Oh! Shit. Yeah. Are you with Lance?”

No. He was on a doomed mission to Pluto. Where else was he going to be?”

“Yeah, we’re on a date. What’s going on?”

“His sister showed up here today. No idea what she wanted, but she left in a hurry. Rieva saw her as she was leaving for work”

“Which sister?”

“I don’t know... Rieva said she was pretty shocked to see her, then didn’t look too happy Lance wasn’t home”

“Did she say anything else?”

“Nope. She thought I should call you guys and let you know as soon as possible. She said she caught her peaking in through the lounge room window”

That couldn’t be good. What the hell was Lance’s sister doing showing up?!

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll let Lance know. If you see her again, don’t bother asking why she’s around...”

“I know it’s complicated, but you sound like you’re not going to tell Lance. Has something happened?”

Maybe the thought had crossed Keith’s mind, but Lance wouldn’t be impressed if Keith didn’t tell him

“Not that I know. I don’t think it’s a touching family reunion she’s after”

“Hunk said the same thing. Anyway, bro. I’ll let you get back to your date. Are you guys coming home today?”

“Maybe. Lance wants to spend some time with Curtis”

“Okay, well, Rieva put the alarm on. I’ll let you know if his sister shows up again”

“Thanks”

Keith hung up as Matt was saying his goodbyes. Keith now really wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t tell Lance that one of his sisters was snooping around his house. He vaguely remembered Rachel had drug problems, so maybe... she was going to break in? Veronica had kids... what had she done with them? Luis and Lisa hadn’t told Nadia and Sylvio about Lance. Or was it Lisa? Had Luis sent Lisa to ask for Mami’s ring? Maybe Rieva had gotten it wrong and it wasn’t Lance’s sister... but then who would it be? Why would some strange woman who wasn’t Krolia be poking around Lance’s home? Rome better not have reversed their decision. Fucking Matt had ruined his whole mood. Shoved the responsibility on him, and now it’d be on his mind until the end of their date if he didn’t tell Lance about it right now. Keith didn’t want to skip the nocturnal section. He wanted to get his own back over the rabbit incident by teasing Lance over a family reunion with the bats. He missed Lance’s tiny little bat form. With his chubby belly and tiny little teeth as he fed from Keith’s finger. He wished he’d taken video of Lance floating around in the ice cream container in the bathtub. Or with his bubble beard and unamused look... But if he told Lance, Lance would be depressed and worried for the rest of their visit to the zoo.

Waiting for his boyfriend to return, Keith started getting concerned as people came and went from the public toilets with none of those people being Lance. Gathering up their things, Keith ignored the few looks he got as he left the veranda area and turned the corner to head into the public toilets. Stared at as if his arrival was somehow startling, Keith made his over to the three cubicles against the wall. Leaning against the corner as if he was waiting in line, and not waiting to see who came out of which one to determine where his boyfriend was.

Pretending to be polite, Keith gestured to those actually as the two cubicles opened, with Lance in the closest, he was grateful the zoo employed the simple turn locks and nothing fancy as he slipped the edge of one of Lance’s key into the small slit, to let himself into the cubicle. Sitting on the toilet lid, Lance had a wad of tissues to his nose as he cried silently, Keith rushing to lock the door behind him and move to kneel in front of his boyfriend

“Babe?”

Raising his head, Lance hiccuped softly, relief coming into his big blue eyes

“Keith...”

That was all it took for Keith to be wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Lance shuddering as he let out an audible sob

“Babe, what happened?”

If someone had hurt Lance, he was going to murder them very slowly for daring to touch him. Logic out the window, and the numerous other reasons Lance’s nose could be bleeding, out with it

“I’m... I... panicked... and I... my nose”

Lance sounded all stuffy, as he would have if he had a broken nose or a head cold

“Can I see?”

Nodding Lance drew back, Keith cupping his face in his hands as his boyfriend pulled the toilet paper away from his nose

“What happened?”

“I panicked... and bumped a guy who pushed me... and I smacked my face”

Who the fuck shoved someone who’d bumped them by accident?!

“I’m going to kill him”

“No... no... this is my fault”

“Babe, your nose is messed up!”

Why couldn’t Lance admit that he wasn’t to blame?! Clearly the other guy had over reacted

“I... he broke my nose... and my arm... and I... I killed him”

Hang on. What? Keith hadn’t seen any dead bodies in the bathroom. A normal human had a habit of screaming in the face of a discovery like that. The only person... oh...

“Hey. Hey, you’re okay. He’s gone. He’s gone and he’s not going to hurt you again”

“I know... I didn’t mean to panic... the... the basement had a stone floor and it came out of nowhere... and I tried to hide it... but I...”

Lance was starting to smell sweet. The wanker who’d pushed him had pushed him right over the edge. He was lucky Lance was coherent enough to talk to him. Fucking Sendak

“Okay. You’re okay. I’m sorry I didn’t come faster. Does your nose hurt?”

Lance nodded, bottom lip bleeding too from where his fangs had pierced it. Lance didn’t tell him Sendak broke his nose and his arm. Keith wished he could resurrect the wank stain and lop his damn head off for himself

“My whole head hurts. He hurt Curtis and I lost my head. I didn’t... I...”

“Shhh. You were in an impossible situation. You need to calm your breathing down. Can you do that?”

“I can’t smell you...”

Thanks to fucking blood across his face

“I know. I’m here though. Breathe through your mouth. In for 6 out for 12...”

Lance nodded at him, making the attempt

“Good. Good, just like that. Just like that. He’s gone and you never have to see him again... just keep breathing for me”

As Lance kept on with trying to calm his breathing, Keith pulled off a long strip of toilet paper, starting to clean his boyfriend’s face up. Lance would heal, but it wasn’t fair that some douche took his bad mood out on him. Lance’s voice wavered as he mumbled

“Is it bad?”

“I’m pissed as hell, but not at you”

“I’m trying. I am... but... when I saw the floor I panicked...”

“Hey. You’re not to blame”

“I ruined our whole date!”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Nothing at all. You’re okay now. Fuck... I should have come in with you”

“You were on the phone”

Right. Super hearing. Lance had probably heard every rude thing whispered as people watched him recovering. He couldn’t lie. Lance deserved better than a lie, even if this wasn’t the time for the truth

“Matt called. He said your sister came to see you. Rieva didn’t know which one”

Lance’s sharp intake of breath cause Keith to knock his boyfriend’s nose, more blood running from his nostrils in a fresh wave as he hissed in pain

“Sorry! I’m so sorry...”

Lance whimpered as Keith wiped the blood up. Shiro would have once lost his shit over him doing this without thinking twice

“Can we go home? I... want to go home...”

“Yeah, babe. We’ll wait a little longer until your nose stops bleeding. Do you need anything? Can I get you anything? Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

“N-no... I scratched myself... with my nails... I didn’t...”

“Shhh. You’re not to blame and you’d be saying the same thing if our positions were reversed. Can you show me?”

Lance’s nails were long and lethal looking. His boyfriend had scratched up the soft skin of his inner left wristKeith had a fair idea of what happened. Lance would have walked into the bathroom, moving out the way of someone leaving. He’d probably looked down and seen the floor. Feeling himself panicking and his body reacting, his boyfriend would have tried to hide in the first available cubicle, accidentally bumping the guy who’d shoved him out the way. With how good Lance’s memory was, he’d be recalling Sendak’s touch, associating it with the feel of his nose getting messed up and panicked further. When had going to the toilet become so dangerous? People sucked.

“A few scratches but your jumper will hide them. You’ll be okay. We’ll go back to the apartment and we can snuggle”

“I’m so sorry... I ruined our whole date”

“You didn’t. You didn’t do a single thing wrong”

“I must have... he shoved me so hard...”

Why hadn’t he grabbed his fucking gun? Stabbing the guy didn’t seem as good as shooting him in both feet and making the man walk himself to help

“He’s the one with the problem, not you. Let me clean your chin up. You’ve got blood down you front”

Using up most of his bottle of water, Keith got Lance as cleaned up his could. His boyfriend’s scent spiking in waves, Lance not mentioning it so Keith didn’t either. Replacing the toilet paper with a fresh wad, once Lance had his jumper back on, Keith got his boyfriend standing then flushed away all the evidence, careful to triple check there was no split blood on the floor or the door. So much for the peaceful date that they both more than deserved.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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What would early mornings / late nights with the guys of BoB consist of? 💫

Richard Winters: He doesn’t make a habit out of staying up late, and doesn’t do it for fun... but it happens more than he’s proud of. Sometimes, he’s got so much work to do that he just sets down to do it, and gets lost in the monotony. Next thing he knows, it’s past midnight, and he has to wander to bed in an overworked daze, already regretting how he’ll feel the next morning. Dick’s ideal bedtime is around 10pm, and he likes to be up by 7am. He’s very good at waking up early --- he doesn’t even need an alarm, he just wakes up early on his own. Dick is the sort of morning person who’s dressed, had breakfast, and already started his daily routine before the rest of the house is even awake.

Lewis Nixon: His late nights are early mornings. Nix is such a night owl that it’s frankly obscene; his bedtime is somewhere around 2am if he’s lucky. It’s not like he wants to be up that late, but it’s extra hours in the day; he’s at his most productive from 6pm - midnight, and anything after that’s just bonus time. No, liquor doesn’t need to be involved, though some of his parties have been known to stretch until dawn. He’s just... awake. As for mornings, well --- most people know better than to need anything from him before noon. His usual wake-up time is around 10am o’clock, which suits him just fine, but apparently the rest of the world likes to start before that. Nix isn’t a fan. Early morning hours are offensive, and he strongly believes people shouldn’t exist before 8am. Good luck getting him out of bed.

Carwood Lipton: He really enjoys waking up early. Something about the tranquility of early mornings, when the world is just waking up, appeals to him. Lip will always try to be out of bed around dawn, or a little while afterwards. He likes to have his cup of coffee while sitting by the window, watching nature slowly stir awake. (He also kind of enjoys being up before anyone else in the house; as a teen, he and his mother both used to be early risers, and this was a Quiet Time ritual they shared.) As a result, he tends not to stay up late. Lip can rarely be found awake past... hmm, eleven, and if he is it’s usually because his friends coaxed him out and now he has to keep them out of trouble. He’d much rather be in bed.

Ron Speirs: Ron’s a bit of an insomniac, and an early riser by habit. He’s got some... weird primal survival instinct that doesn’t let him sleep for long. It wakes him up between each sleep cycle, every hour or two. While he’s careful not to disturb anyone else, sometimes he can’t get back to sleep. He might start his day at 4am, not by choice, but because his brain is just too active. He has the same problem getting to sleep --- sometimes he lies awake for hours, just trying to pass out but not able to. Some nights, he goes without sleep altogether, and is able to function fine the next day with the help of some strict caffeine... but when he finally allows himself to crash, away from prying eyes, he’ll feel worn out and exhausted. Those long stretches without sleep are the only times he’s able to get a full 9-10 hours, uninterrupted, because he’s just so worn out.

Harry Welsh: He... has a sleep schedule. Like a functioning human being. When he’s not out with the boys, Harry goes to bed at a perfectly reasonable time --- sure, he prefers to stay up a little, but he’s out like a light by 11pm. When he’s got a reason to stay up, though --- dear god, he’s the energizer bunny. Harry can stay awake for frighteningly long periods of time, fueled by nothing but booze and his own stubbornness. His record is 38 hours, after which he passed out for a full day. He’s wild on a night out. Late nights with Harry tend to end in minor injuries and/or felonies. Getting up in the morning is another story. He is not a “rise with the sun” sort of person --- the sun can bug off, he isn’t getting out of bed. Requires at least three alarms and two cups of coffee before he's fit for polite company in the mornings.

Buck Compton: He doesn’t do late nights --- even when out with the boys, Buck is one of the first to head home, after a healthy few hours of partying. The latest he’ll stay up to is midnight, and he’ll go on a whole rant about why staying up later is unhealthy... but it also can’t be healthy to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn, but guess who’s always out there? 5am, and he’s got the blender on, a health-smoothie in his goofy athletic thermos, and he’s going for a run. It’s Saturday, Buck; it’s raining, Buck; you’ve got a broken arm, Buck; nope, he’s gotta go. (This is both his way of staying healthy and an excuse to wake up in the morning without coffee, because Buck and caffeine have a torrid, obsessive relationship.)

Eugene Roe: There’s really no way to tell how much sleep Gene actually gets. No one knows. His coworkers don’t know, friends don’t know, roommates don’t know... the only real clue are the dark circles under his eyes, but honestly he might just have those naturally. Gene’s not likely to stay out late partying with the boys, but he will stay up ‘til all hours pouring through medical textbooks; when he finally passes out, facedown on the book, he’s in for six hours of uninterrupted rest. He needs at least six hours, though he can function fine on four; on three, he might maul someone, and on two, he’s a danger to himself and others. This has all been learned through experience. Early Morning Gene is not pleased to be awake, not sure exactly why he’s awake, but is going through the motions anyways. He’s performed tourniquets half-asleep before. He’s driven places with no memory of how he got there. Bottom line, he needs more sleep than he gets.

Bill Guarnere: Bill’s the sort of person who can be up at 6am without a complaint, dragging himself through his morning routine in the fifteen-or-so minutes it takes for him to wake up. He showers, he has his coffee, he grabs something to eat on the way out the door --- he’s fine. Little does anyone know, he was out partying until 2am last night, and passed out as soon as he got home. Bill’s got the constitution of a terminator. Yeah, he enjoys sleep, but does he really need it? When not with his buddies, he’ll go to bed at a very reasonable hour, and wake up early by choice; but Bill Guarnere never likes to do anything the boring way.

Babe Heffron: Babe has the bad habit of staying up late, just... wasting his time. He’s not even out partying or anything, but he gets caught up reading something super interesting, playing video games, or falling down wikipedia rabbit holes. Next thing he knows, it’s 3am, he’s got to be at work at 9, and he’s regretting.... hmm, just about every life choice up to this point. He’s not actually bad at waking up early, just very stubborn about it. He doesn’t want to leave bed. He’ll roll out and just stumble around like a zombie for a few minutes, hair a mess of bedhead, mindlessly going through his morning routine. (He’s walked into walls before; he tumbled down the stairs once, and just lay there at the bottom because he didn’t have the energy to get up. Bill genuinely thought he was dead.) Until someone puts a cup of coffee or three in front of him, he can’t seriously be called “awake”.

Joe Toye: He’s awake, but he ain’t happy about it. Joe is neither a morning person nor a night person. He exists in some weird grey area where he can function reasonably well at either time, but midday is really his peak of productivity. It’s all downhill once you pass 10pm. Unless he’s got energetic buddies to keep him awake (Luz has a talent for never letting him get any sleep), all Joe really wants to do it go to bed. Sometimes he’ll stay up late on his own, just drinking and thinking --- those are not fun late nights --- but most of the time, big boy needs his beauty sleep. He’s very strict about his own wake-up time, because he personally hates sleeping in. He’s an early riser by choice. Give him a cup of coffee, let him get his morning workout in, and he’s fine.

George Luz: One of those people who gets weird anytime after 2am. Like, fun, but weird --- he gets really wired and giddy, like he’s tapped into some emergency store of energy and is now just buzzing with it. Luz will do anything in the middle of the night. Let’s go to the McDonalds drive thru! Let’s wander around the 24-hour grocery store! Let’s see if we can find bigfoot in the woods! He never stays up late unless he’s with other guys, and other guys fuel him. If George is up too late, trouble is guaranteed to follow. By contrast, he’s very much not a morning person --- he’ll be dragged out of bed bitching and groaning, shaking himself awake every few minutes while reminding himself why the hell he’s up at this hour anyways. Again, he’s better at waking up when there’s another person around. Left to his own devices, he might just pass out at the kitchen table, cup of coffee cooling in front of him.

Joseph Liebgott: Honestly, he doesn’t need that much sleep. Lieb can operate on a solid four hours a night without faltering --- he tends to stay up late and wake up early, which really isn’t healthy, but works for him. On late nights, sometimes his mind is too active, and he just has to get out. He used to have a habit of nighttime walks; when that nearly got him mugged one time too many, he started driving around instead. If he’s not home at 2am, chances are he’s out driving with no particular destination in mind. Early mornings, he usually needs to be at work, because he’s a busy man --- but he always finds time to prepare a quick breakfast and brew some really good coffee before leaving.

David Webster: Sleep schedule is shot to hell and back. Does he have one? Who even knows? He’s not a morning person, that’s for sure --- when the sun filtering through his window wakes him up, he’ll curse like it can hear him, and stay in bed as long as his conscience allows. If he wants to be on his boat, however, Web will be out of the house before dawn... or, if he’s got something he’s really itching to write, he can occasionally be found at 6am, wired on four cups of coffee, typing away. Hopefully he woke up that early. There have been nights where he hasn’t slept at all, off on midnight writing benders that stretch until dawn. When Web’s writing, he loses track of time. He can often be found at 4am, slumped over his desk, face smushed against his arm and drool running onto his papers, an exhausted mess who needs to be pulled away from work and led to bed.

Donald Malarkey: He’s all about the late nights. Don has no problem staying out with his friends ‘til all hours; he’s convinced he’s a better gambler after midnight (no, he’s not) and everything just seems so much more fun in the early morning hours! He tends to get really giddy and trigger-happy past 2am, and will do any dumb stunt anybody suggests to him. Once he woke up on his neighbor’s roof, just because a friend bet he couldn’t climb up there; he could, but passed out before he could figure out a way down. As for early mornings... he doesn’t trust them. He dislikes them strongly. Whether he was up late the night before or not, his body does not want to wake up before 9am. He’ll hug his pillow and burrow in the covers like a groundhog, giving anybody who tries to wake him a hell of a time.

Skip Muck: He tries to stay up late, but honestly, Skip’s just not made for it. Anything after 1am, and he’s crashing hard. He’ll fall asleep sitting up, cheek smushed against his hand; when someone pokes him, he’ll startle back awake and get a second wind, but leave him alone for a minute and he’s crashing again. The only thing that keeps him up is moving. When Skip finally gets to bed on a late night, he’ll crash. 100% guaranteed to sleep in the next morning, straight through any alarms. He’s a lot better at early mornings, only because all his extracurriculars in high school trained him to get up early. If he can help it, he’d rather not, but if he has to... it’s the same tactic. Just keep moving, and he won’t fall asleep.

#headcanons #band of brothers

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officerjennie · 4 years

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For the ship/character meme, 1, TobiIzu and 2, Itachi, Kakashi, Minato and Mei, thank you!

!! Even more amazing ships and characters! :D

TobiIzu

Not sure exactly when I started shipping them, though I’m sure it was the first time I read something for them. More than likely I stumbled upon a random fic after falling down the MadaTobi rabbit hole, and decided that Yes, this ship Works. Have shipped them ever since.

They’re amazing. Sassy and quick-witted and just amazing.

I love how they started out so against each other. Izuna didn’t even give a second thought to ever seeing Tobirama as anything more than his enemy, and Tobirama was fully prepared to kill him to protect all those he loved. I also love the idea of them overcoming this and falling in love, and being able to be vulnerable around each other.

:( how they never even became allies in canon

Anything to do with Izuna dying. I dislike Edo Tensei versions of this ship with a burning passion tbh, the only exception being purposeful horror stories that show how “wrong” that dynamic is as far as being in a healthy relationship is involved. No Edo Tensei Izuna. No crazed scientist Tobirama bringing him back. No thank you.

HAPPY ENDINGS. I look for happy endings in fics for them. Also I try to look for healthy relationships for them a little more than other ships, just because of where the TobiIzu fandom takes the unhealthy relationships somewhere I don’t like. Also I don’t care one way or the other whether Madara ends up with Hashirama in TobiIzu fics.

Madara, Hashirama, Itachi, some OCs. I’m not too picky. As long as Izuna stays away from Touka. No thank you.

Them both living and loving each other. Maybe fighting side-by-side in battle. Growing old and retiring, and Izuna bothering Tobi for the rest of their lives. Tobi secretly doesn’t mind the constant teasing tho.

They cuddle however they want to, though I think Izuna has a Thing for laying on top of Tobi. Whether on his back or chest.

Arguing. Though most of the time it’s not really serious. They just like to bicker.

(putting the rest under a cut so the post doesn’t get too long)

From this ask meme

Itachi

Is best bean. Just look at his sweet face. Ignore the blood on his hands, it could also just be strawberry jam.

Shisui, Kisame, Madara, Tobirama, Izumi, Kakashi, and maybe some others I’ve probably forgotten. Not necessarily in this order.

Sasuke I guess.

That he would not have left Sasuke in Naruto’s hands in canon. Not sure if this is an unpopular opinion? I just...don’t see Itachi doing that. He was too much of a control freak, too obsessed with Sasuke, and would not have left it up to Naruto, someone he barely knew, to take care of Sasuke. Also I just don’t think Itachi would have accepted that he’d done wrong and couldn’t fix it himself. He’s a control freak that thinks it’s up to him to fix everything and carry all the weight of the world on his own shoulders, by himself.

HE. SHOULD HAVE. LIVED.

Is a tough choice T^T am gonna say him being with Tobirama, if only because it’s my small canoe ship. But I also really fucking love him with Kisame and Shisui.

I don’t think about crossovers.

Itachi has poor circulation, so his hands are always cold.

Kakashi

He’s pretty okay

Itachi, Tobirama, Obito I guess, maybe Rin though I’ve never read anything with them together. Naruto? Maybe? Used to read a lot of KakaSasu and KakaIru fics but I don’t really ship them, just wanted to know more about Kakashi. Not sure how I feel about KakaMina yet though I think art would be cute.

Tenzo maybe? I’d ship them but I think Yammers has the personality of an actual yam :| AM SORRY, I THINK HE’S BORING, no shade to those who love and adore him

Probably that he’s not that sexy/not the greatest male character in the show xD Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s Okay, but just okay. I’m not that interested in reading stuff involving him tho.

That the poor boi hadn’t been so traumatized by literally everything in life ever. Like...couldn’t he have just ONE THING?? His family dies, his found family dies, and he’s given a trash fire of a team. Like xD Let the poor boi have One Thing please. Can’t even fucking retire, he’s given the title of hokage right after the biggest world wars of all world wars, jfc, LET HIM REST AND HAVE GOOD THINGS

Idk, I don’t think I have one for him.

No crossovers

He suffers from PTSD and probably can’t breathe when anyone he actually knows bleeds on him.

Minato

A really good bean.

Kushina, maybe Kakashi. I like him with Fugaku and Mikoto as long as it’s all three of them or alongside Kushina.

Fugaku maybe?

That he’s not like...the Serious and Threatening hokage some fics I’ve read make him out to be. I don’t believe that Minato was sweet to those he loved and cold/serious to those he didn’t know very well. I think he was compassionate all around. Yeah, he would have probably killed someone if they were a serious threat, but I don’t think that’s the direction he ever wanted to take.

I feel like I say this about every single character, but HE. SHOULD. HAVE. LIVED.

Kushina

Nope!

He met wittle baby Itachi and adored him. Probably tickled his feet and was ^^ while holding him. And also was furious that Itachi witnessed the battlefield at such a young age.

Mei

I barely know her :| But she seems alright?

Kisame? I think that’s about the only person, and I don’t necessarily actively ship it, I just think it seems neat in concept

I literally have no idea xD

What. The fuck. Is that weird hair thing? No seriously, why does her hair cross in the front like that?? On her chest like that??? I hate it, nope, if I ever draw or write anything for her just know that her hair does not look like that, that is Ridiculous and NO

I don’t know enough about her canon life to really say. Like...did she live? Did she have a good life?? Idk, she’s like...a kage right? Is that right? I literally just know her name, what she looks like, and that she breathes fire :| and that she might have been at the kage summit maybe.

Don’t really have one

Idk man

HER HAIR. DOES NOT CROSS LIKE THAT. IN FRONT OF HER CHEST. Look I know anime character designs are pretty much all ridiculous, and maybe I don’t have a solid reason to dislike that choice so much, but just- just No. No, Kishimoto, Bad >:(

#ask meme #help me procrastinate #tuliharja #asks

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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hi i’m a little drunk/hungover lmao so just a disclaimer if some of the answers sound a lil too out-there

What is your middle name? ‘Middle name’ is always a tricky term given the different naming customs in the Philippines. My second given name is Isabelle, but what means middle name here is basically my mom’s original surname before getting married, and I’m not giving that away haha. What was your first job? I haven’t had my first job but my first legit internship was at a PR firm. What is your favorite pizza topping? It’s not the most popular opinion out there, but barbecue chicken. I tried BBQ pizza once and never looked back. What was the name of your first imaginary friend? Katrina was the name of my first and only imaginary friend. I was annoyed it wouldn’t talk back to me, so I ditched her after like seven minutes. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Tobi, my rabbit. He was a sweet one.

How tall are you? Somewhere between 5′1′ and 5′2″ but definitely not 5′2″. List three celebrities that are your height. Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are sort of my height, but I can’t think of a third one. What was your first CD? Pretty sure it was the Camp Rock soundtrack. If not, it would be Beyoncé’s I Am... Sasha Fierce. Idk, they came out the same year. Does your zodiac sign fit your personality? I’m a Taurus, and I’d say most of the descriptions/habits attributed to Tauruses apply to me, but then again so do the descriptions for all the other signs. What is your zodiac sign? ^ What is your Chinese zodiac sign? Year of the tiger. Does your Chinese zodiac sign fit your personalIty? I never cared for Chinese beliefs, so I don’t know how Tiger babies are supposed to be like. What is your favorite color? Right now it’s pastel pink but I also like black, sky blue, and mustard yellow. What was your first favorite color? Purple, because it was my great-grandma’s favorite and all her stuff used to be purple. Which travel destination is top on your bucket list? Right now, it’s Thailand because of all the museums, temples, and street food. Plus I want to conquer Southeast Asia first before I head out to other continents, haha. Have you ever been on a missions trip? Never. Back in my old school they used to give out envelopes to each of us once a year so those who were willing could donate to fund the people going on such trips, but that’s pretty much my only experience with the whole thing. What's your shoe size? My feet can fit in either size 6.5 or 7 shoes. What grade were you in when you had your first crush? My first legit non-celebrity crush was embarrassingly my Grade 5 science teacher. But if we counted reality in the picture, it was Andi, in Grade 6. What color hair did your first crush have? Black. Does anyone know who your first crush was? Not really. It was a small crush and she’s since migrated and is hella straight, so it would be weird to bring up a crush I had ten years ago. It probably wouldn’t be as weird if we stayed close, but we have definitely drifted apart since then. Who was your first celebrity crush? Ashley Tisdale. And that crush was also the reason Ashley was my favorite girl’s name throughout my childhood and tween years haha. Do you keep a diary or journal and write in it frequently? This is essentially my diary. I wouldn’t say I post frequently, especially when I’m busy with school. I usually post during weekends when I have some free time. What was/were the best years of your life so far? The latter half of high school was great, and so was the second half of my time in college. The thing with me is that my adjustment periods in new experiences usually initially go down messily and miserably for me and it takes a while for me to warm up to the environment and the people. But once I do, I end up having the good time I had been envisioning and wishing for. Do you have regrets? I have one big one, but that’s it. I don’t like storing regrets in my head. What do you regret the most? I’ve always felt sorry for myself for having a hard time adjusting in new places. It something I could never help; my first years in high school were marred by failing marks and having no friends, and my first years in college were also spent having no friends, no place to stay in but my car during my breaks, and a lot of self-pity crying and self-harming in said car. I know it was something I felt and couldn’t get out of during the time, but I wish someone told me to just not be afraid and start doing stuff much earlier. There’s been a number of opportunities that I let fly by me just because I was depressed and moped around all day. While I’m grateful for the experiences I have now, I just regret the fact that I could have had more if I didn’t adjust so badly. Are you double-jointed? Nope. What are you allergic to? No allergies. Have you ever owned a designer purse? A couple, but tbh they are hand-me-downs from my mom. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Glasses. I can’t imagine wearing contacts, I hate the idea of putting, dropping, or inserting anything in my eyes :/ Have you ever had to use an epi pen? I have not. Do you prefer online shopping or in-store shopping? In-store for clothes so I get to try them on or see their actual size; online shopping for literally everything else. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Like I said in a previous survey, I still question it to this day. I’ve been in one relationship so I don’t really have a grasp of what I want, but it’s never bothered me... it’s not something I feel pressured to know or discover. Demisexual seems to fit me best, so that’s what I go by most days. Did you ever dream of running away from home? I did, as most disgruntled, emo, puberty-stricken teenagers do. What color was your first phone? I think the phone itself was gray? but I got it with a red Winnie the Pooh case. Who do you know who is colorblind? I may know someone, but I’m probably not aware that they are. Do you know anyone with Down's syndrome? Yesssss, one of my aunt’s has Down’s and she is the sweetest, most adorable person. How much do you weigh (only answer if comfortable)? The only time this question has been asked politely lmao. I’m a little under 100 lbs. Have you ever been overweight? Never. I’ve always been either underweight or just...healthy weight lol. Name one friend you miss. [continued from yesterday, so I’m definitely not hungover anymore haha] Sofie. She used to be a best friend, so I miss her the most out of all my past friends. Have you ever made a huge mistake? I’d be surprised if anyone also aged 21 hasn’t made a big mistake in their lives. What pharmacy do you use? My family never really needs to go to pharmacies. Our go-to drugstore is Mercury Drug, if anything. Do you take a lot of prescription meds? Nope.

Do you take vitamins? I used to, but my mom stopped buying when I was like 15 or 16. How many pairs of Lularoe leggings do you own? Zero. Do you prefer skinny jeans or jeggings? Both sound uncomfortable, but I’d wear skinny jeans between the two. What color is your Christmas tree? Green. What color Christmas tree do you want to have in your hosuse someday? Just plain old traditional green would be fine. It makes everything feel Christmassy the most. What color house did you grow up in? It’s white with a red roof and a maroon gate. Have you ever been baptized? If so, how and where? Yep. I got a Catholic baptism and if I’m not mistaken it was in a church in Makati. Do you ever feel embarrased and think to yourself, "I'm so stupid"? Duh. Do you think you look better with long or short haIr? Short hair. I actually just got a haircut (my first in nearly two years) and finally got bangs like half an hour ago lmao. What type of wedding do you want? I don’t know about ‘types’ of weddings... but my dream wedding would be big but still traditional, held in a huge venue with lots of flowers with either an all-white or pastel motif (or a bit of both) and 200-300 guests with delicious food and an open bar and a great live band. Who is someone you wanted to be able to trust but just couldn't? An old friend back in Grade 5 who ultimately taught me how much trust is supposed to mean, Marielle. Do you read a devotional? No. What's your favorite devotional? Where did you go on your first plane ride? My family and I went to Boracay. Who is your favorite Disney princess? Rapunzel from Tangled. Are you taller or shorter or the same height as your mom? I’m a bit shorter. Do you wish you could afford expensive make-up? Nah, I never wear makeup so it wouldn’t make sense for me to buy them to begin with. Do you make some of the stupidest decisions? I make at least one every day. What country would you most like to visit? Morocco! Or Turkey. What is your heritage? Filipino. What was your first job? I haven’t had a job. Did you like your first job? What are all the jobs you've had? What are jobs you'd like to have? These days I look for money more than fulfillment, so I think I’d be happy with any job that makes me loaded at the end of the day lmao. Have you ever experienced something supernatural? I have not, but I’ve endlessly heard stories from family and friends who have. Do you believe in God? Absolutely not. Do you love God with all your heart? Who is your best friend? Gabie. Do you make your bed every day? Yeah I do. My mom requires me to and besides, it feels so much better coming home to a neat bed. How do you most commonly wear your hair? I usually wear it down. Which family member did you get your hair color from? All Filipinos have black hair. What is your natural hair color? ^

#survey #surveys

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Enya x Azure

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General:

How long will they last? - I don’t see it ending so long as Enya and Sebastian can get along. XD

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Enya? Pretty much immediately. Azure at least took a few weeks. XD

How was their first kiss? - Sweet

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Enya

Who is the best man/men? - Probably a random deer that passed by?

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -Dolly?

Who did the most planning? - Azure.

Who stressed the most? - Azure

How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.They’re kinda in the middle of the woods. XD Mime likely stepped in and helped make it nicer.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - AARON, TRICKSTER and someone you haven’t met yet ^^;

Sex:

Who is on top? - One of them’s a top? XD Probably Enya 98% of the time.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both, but usually Enya

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (Azure’s a curious but soft thing)

How long do they normally last? - Depends on what they’re up to. Azure doesn’t stand a chance against anything overly sweet or romantic and Enya also seems to like being complimented sooo...

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -Of course!

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None!

How many children will they adopt? - Probably also none. Azure doesn’t want any. They have Enya’s rabbit and Sebastian’s dog though. ^^;

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -Nope

Who is the stricter parent? - Azure

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - ...Azure

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Both

Who is the more loved parent? - ...Azure? Unless it’s Lucy. Bun bun loves Enya.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Nope

Who cried the most at graduation? -Both of them.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -Enya

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Both (they seem to be in a war over who gets to cook)

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -Probably Azure

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both

How often do they bake desserts? - ALL the time

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - I feel they both prefer salads.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - They accidentally surprised each other and had WAY too much food.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? -Neither. They prefer to cook.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Neither.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Enya

Who is really against chores? -Did Azure get a new recipe? Because then he ain’t doing any chores until he figures it out. (they both share the chores)

Who cleans up after the pets? - They gang up on Sebastian. It’s his dog and Lucy is very good about housetraining. (Enya likely insists on cleaning up after her himself.)

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Neither. They’re neat freaks

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Azure

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Depends on who’s cleaning the couch. XD

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Azure

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Azure

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - All the time every time.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Marriage and happiness.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - ...Azure...

Who plays the most pranks? -Enya.

#musings;Azure #Azure/Enya #(They're sweet <3 )#oddxdolls

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