#(and this goes without saying but the stickers that came with were SO SO SO cute too omg!!!!)

[queenofbaws]

!!! AHHHHHH oh my gosh you guys, my quarry charms just came in the mail and LOOK AT THEM!!!

i. am. in. LOVE!!!!! laura is holo, both girlies are wolfy on the opposite side, and don't even get me STARTED on how cute nick and jacob are in their puffy butterpop bag, augh!!!!!!!!

i wish i had a prettier way to stage them, but the second i saw them i just had to shout my joy into the world and show you all, so my bookshelf it is!

thanks so much @bluewolfangel, i cannot TELL you how much I love these babies!!! 🥰

[sivyera]

puck and pirouette

inside out 2 riley andersen x fem!reader

a/n: i'm SO excited for inside out 2! also in this fanfic, Riley is 15+! also at the end there is a edit of Riley i found on tt, so you can imagine more how she looks like now, when she's older, credit for the edit goes to the author! also i guess this is a bit shorter fic but i still like it, enjoy

key words: rivals to lovers, secret relationship, hockey player x ice-skater

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In San Francisco there are lots of good winter stadions, the one where Riley played wasn't the only one, yet you and your ice-skater friends decided to take this one.

Your ice-skating practice was from 5 p.m. to 6:45 p.m., then it was hockey time.

But you and your friends always stayed a bit longer which made Riley and her team angry. But they were always 20 minutes early which distracted you and your team from practising as they were walking around, laughing and looking at you.

It was a circle of you and Riley, passing around the responsibility, arguing, giving each other mean looks and provoking each other.

Both, your and Riley's coach noticed but they though it was just a playful rivality between two young girls.

Your rivality continued even in school because to Riley's and your surprise, you both were in the same school. You sometimes left a sticker saying "i ♥️ ice-skating" on her locker, which took her weeks to wash off. In return she sometimes left her stinky socks from practise in your locker.

Or when you're doing pirouettes and she's already on the ice, she passes a puck towards you and you, in worry not to get hit, ruin the pirouette.

On the other hand when she's on the wc, you always steal her hockey stick and hide it somewhere; you always smile at her angry face when she can't find it and you already have after practice so you can leave without any aftermath.

But one time, things changed. You got sick, so you missed practice.

When she entered the winter stadion with few of her hockey friends, her eyes went immediately to the right corner of the ice, that was your favourite place. But she didn't see you there, so at first she thought you are at the bathroom but when you weren't coming after 10 minutes, she realized that you are not coming.

She though it will be perfect practice, no one will provoke her, but oh how she was wrong..

Riley and her team always came few minutes earlier and after they put their things in their hockey changing room, they went and sat on those folding chairs that were above the ice.

They were usually talking, talking about everything. About your practice, about their new dresses, about food, about everything.

But Riley was quiet. She had her head leaning against her palm, looking down at the ice, into that one right corner, your corner.

She didn't know why, but she kinda missed you. She got used to you rolling your eyes when you made eye contact with her, she got used to your evil smirk and you sticking your tongue at her when you hid her hockey stick, she got used to stealing your sleeves and blade guards. But now, now she was bored, nothing was happening.

Her friend that was sitting next to her noticed, she knew something was going on long time before. She then smirked and tapped on Riley's shoulder. "You miss her, huh?" Her friend laughed.

Riley quickly turned her head as she heard the question. It was ridiculous, she and miss you? Never.

"What!? No, my god no." Riley answered as she shook her head.

Her friend raised her eyebrow and laughed at Riley. "Yeah sure, whatever you say." Her friend continued laughing.

Riley frowned. Of course she didn't miss you. She didn't like you, she hated you, yes! Yes, she hated you. She hated your soothing voice she always heard in her head whenever she was angry. She hated your magnetizing eyes that were always looking at her. She hated the sport you were doing. She hated how elegant and gorgeous you were when you were ice-skating. She hated all of it.

At least that what she thought few days ago.

Now, here she stands with a flowers in her hands, in front of your front door. Because it didn't take her long to realize that these feelings aren't hate, but love.

You opened the door and saw Riley standing there with awkward smile that showed her bracelets.

After few extra seconds of Riley admiring how pretty you are, she cleared her throat and spoke. "Um- will you go on a date with me, please? Riley asked with a smile as she gave you those flowers she brought you.

You just smiled at took those flowers into your hands. They were beautiful and smelled amazingly.

"Yes, yes I will Riley." You answered with a smile as you gave her a quick kiss on her right cheek. That made Riley blush like crazy, her heart was pounding out of her chest but she was happy.

She finally found the courage to ask you out, to tell you that she likes you...

And it was the best decision she ever made.

"I really like y/n. She has amazing style and clothes." Disgust said as she looked at Joy who was standing next to her.

Joy nodded her head and spined in her yellow dress. "Oh yes, I love her." She said as she smiled while looking at you through Riley's mind.

"She's really kind so I liker her too." Sadness said as a small smile appeared on her face. She then went back to reading.

As Fear heard your name, he automatically nodded his head while Sadness was talking. And Anger of course had to have last word.

"Yeah, she's nice." He said as he was reading the newspaper.

[directdogman]

Commenting on DT fan OCs!

Alright, I'mma take a look at some DT fan OCs! I've been sent quite a few, so I'll try to keep my comments for each one short 'n' sweet!

great name, snappy dresser. diggin' the bowtie! the pins are also a fun accessory!

Another snappy dresser! Tied well to an existing location in-game and the idea to explain the stickers is cute! attire is unique/memorable and the blues/browns compliment each other well. solid design. I do appreciate him!

Yo, this guy was in the last one! what is this, a crossover episode???

the bandage on side of face is a nice touch! digging the pinstripe pants too! graveyard shift at a convenience store is also quite an authentic job for a DT side character to have too! very nicely done.

Solid OC! well-drawn, unique job and her fit's stylish (it probably goes without saying that i'm a sucker for TV heads with dogs on them. that's gotta be a given, right?) The stickers on the back of the head are also a nice addition! well done!

Stanley's a real cad, huh? pizza delivery guy with a novelty pizza phone head is genius - making him flirt with milves on the job is just inspired though. i almost wish i'd come up with this guy, as i can totally imagine people around town talking about him. excellent job!!!

he's aptly named for an arcade dude! dig the fit too, especially the black + purple fingerless long sleeve gloves! the decals on the phone are neat too!

I approve of his activities but the lack of a visible mouth threw me off, since i've seen these old toy phones before, ofc.

i was about to ask "how does he drink ocean water without a mouth", before realizing that id been bamboozled into asking the fandom-favourite question of: 'how does he eat without a mouth?', only to then remember that practically no DT characters have visible mouths.

i hope you know that you've strained my weary brain today. cool OC, though.

banana phone's a fun concept! also, i must say your username's quite fitting. crept up on me from my peripheral as I gazed upon the banana phone, like a bizarre centipede of some sort. well, i'd assume so. in hindsight, most centipedes i've encountered have been pretty straightforward with me. i guess i should be grateful for that.

i like mary's fuzzy phone matching the trim of her dress but martin's really got my attention. cool name, neat quirk (he kills people, that takes moxie. hell, even pizzaz too, dare i say?) The dial being a lil clock is a neat touch since it ties his interest into the design. also quite like the cord tail matching the phone head's colour. solid design!

i like his head-type and the attire/pale skin gives a nice bit of contrast!

hard to say how randy'd feel about him, as someone who's only seen his design and 2 lines of dialogue (as someone's personality dictates randy's opinion on them far more than their appearance.) if you feel they'd get on though, you're probably correct! (randy isn't too picky, after all!)

Funnily enough, one of the earliest sketches for crown has a similar bolted plate stuck to a mostly intact phone head. it was even sticking from one of the sides. or corners. i'd have to dig up the notebook, as it's been like 4 years since I came up with the character. Sorry, just made me remember since the earliest sketches had one too.

Copper phone head's a neat idea. Contrasts well with his attire as well (nice and complimentary.) if only his attempts to deter jesse from the za worked out as well, eh?

Alright, that's it for me! thanks for the submissions, these were real creative! good job, everyone!

[mysicklove]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 22: A/B/O

With: Isagi Yoichi

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Omega/bottom Isagi, Top/Alpha/Gn reader, omegaverse stuff (slick, claiming, scenting, etc.), isagi is in heat, readers pp could be read as strap or dick, marking/biting, slight blood, possesive behavior, instincts and stuff, isagi lowkey being feral

A/N: i like this one. and dont ask me why i know so much about a/b/o dynamics.'

Isagi was completely fine with being an omega. Sure, in the beginning he thought it may affect his soccer career, but as he grew and matured, he realized that it wasn't a problem anymore. Scent blockers and suppressants were a gift from the gods, and key factor of how he went pro. Without them he didn't know where he would be.

But, it led to an addiction. Constantly hiding his scent, hoping people may mistake him for being a beta so he doesn't have to deal with the slander omegas get on the field. And without heats he doesn't have to miss practice. Hence, every morning he puts a scent blocker sticker on his neck and wrist, and the second he feels a little amiss, he pops a heat suppressant. And he lived fine.

Except then you came into his life. An alpha. 

Heats are supposed to be spent with you. His body was begging him to spend it with someone, but he shuts it down immediately. Its unhealthy, and he knows it. A doctor has reminded him for years now, but he brushed it aside. 

The two of you had fought about it for about a year now. It was damaging his body, but he was too deep in his soccer career to sacrifice those multiple weeks of the year. You couldn't force him to do it, but every time you saw him pop that pill, and instinctual dread flooded your veins.

He hasn't had a real heat in five years. More than twice longer than what is considered “unhealthy” for an omega. It means when he finally does fall into it, its bound to be painful, and long lasting. Not only that, but his instincts are supposed to be heightened more than usual, so he doesn't know what he will say or do once he goes into it again.

But you finally convinced him spend it with you. He has been hinting for months now that he wanted you to mark him, but when he finally bluntly asked you to claim him, you said you would only do it during his heat. He agreed with much hesitancy.

It's a dread to think about, and honestly he is a little scared. But he promised you he would do it. He (very reluctantly) called off two weeks from soccer practice during off season, when he felt his pre-heat begin to creep up on him. 

So, here he is. Going to have his first heat in five years. 

The two of you stayed at his place. It was probably better to be at a spot he is comfortable with after all. The days before it weren't too bad, you forced him to put away the scent blockers for a couple of days, so the house smelled strongly of him. He went out of his way to scent as many things as possible, growing anxious as the days went by. He also built a nest on the space next to his bed, covered in blankets, pillows, and too many items from your dirty hamper. He was antsy during this time, finding himself clinging to you, and following you around the house. It was cute honestly, watching him have a slight pout while he grips onto your hand.

His body temperature started to pick up by the third day of his preheat. He started wearing less clothing, and you hand fed frozen fruit to him, hoping to cool him off just a little. He tosses and turns in the night, whining out for you to hold him, comfort him, make the strange feeling stop. It was so confusing and he hated it.

And finally after four days, he experienced his first heat since he was a teenager. It was in the middle of the night, the two of you in his nest, and you were fast asleep when he awoke. Every inch of his body ached, and he was panting. Sweat dripped down his temple, and he could feel slick stain his boxers. It made him groan in frustration, but he couldn't do anything about it because he was so horny.

Everything in him screamed for him to get filled, and as quickly as possible. He doesn't even think about it, tearing off his shirt and boxers. His now naked body trembles and he pants into the back of his hand, before turning to your sleeping form. He quickly finds himself scampering over to you, shaking you awake.

You turn to him with a groan, eyes blinking in the darkness to try to adjust themselves. “Yoichi?” You question, voice hoarse from sleep.

He basically tackles you, collapsing his entire body onto yours, and burying his face into your neck, scenting it quickly and desperately. “It’s h-here–dont know what to do. H-Help. Hurts. It hurts. Make it stop!”

You snap awake in an instant, resting your hand on the back of his head. He straddles your leg, beginning to hump at it. You croon at him, the sound low and comforting, hoping to calm him down just slightly. “What do you need me to do, Yoichi?”

He shakes his head back and forth in your neck. “I don't know! J-Just touch me. Please, alpha!” 

You cup the back of his head, letting him rest in your neck, while you reach to grab his toy bag the two of you packed just a couple days earlier. You flick on the lamp on your nightstand and he glances at the bag in your hand, letting out a small growl and nipping at your skin.

You flinch, and he continues to growl, low, not threatening, but annoyed. “Don't want the toys. Touch me,” Isagi hisses, grinding his cock onto your leg.

“Feisty omega,” You murmur, setting the bag on the other side of the nest, and moving to reach behind him.

He gulps at the words, feeling bad already. His hormones are all out of wack, and he can't seem to think straight. He nuzzles into your neck and purrs, lifting his hips up to meet your fingers. 

You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.

He whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation. “D-Dont know why. I woke up and it hasn't stopped,” he complains, voice low and gruff. You continue to pet his hair, trying to comfort him.

You hum in response, pressing your other finger into his hole. He shivers at the feeling, clinging onto you in the darkness. When it slips in easier than usual, you prod another one, finding it just as easy to slip in. “Fuck Yoichi, you’re just begging to be fucked aren’t you. Taking it so easy.”

His back is arched by now, pressing into the fingers that are now scissoring him. “More. ‘ts not enough. Please, please. I need more, alpha!” He cries, both sides of him now leaking. His face is flushed, and his whole body feels like its on fire.

You shush his mewls, letting out a soothing scent and he moans into your neck. “Alright, alright. I’m going to make you feel good, relax,” you whisper, trying to pull yourself a way for minute to prepare yourself. He doesn't let you go far, arms wrapping around your entire body, breathing into your skin. The scent seems to make him feel grounded, and it's what he desperately needs right now.

“Here, lay down for me,” You encourage, trying to pull him off just for a second so that you can line yourself up with him. He doesnt seem to listen, shaking his head and panting. Sweat beads at his temples, and he's already beginning to beg again, but you push him to the bed, pinning his hands up for a moment while you press the tip into him.

He groans at the feeling, already borderline oversensitive. “Hold me. Please. Hold me, ‘s hot. I can't–”

You kiss his neck, pressing further inside of him, and his eyes widen, gasping at the feeling. His nails dig into your back and you try not to hiss out, continuing forward till you bottom out in him. Slick continues to leak out and onto the nest, but you don't say anything, afraid of embarrassing him.

But you couldnt help but notice the way his back arches, and the wet feeling now on the both of your stomachs. His breaths are shaky and his hold on you is weak. It gives you a chance to pull away for a second, glancing at the cum spread between the two of you. 

He covers his face with his hand, blushing profusely. “I'm sorry. Don't know what happened. J-Just felt…really good,” He warbles, not daring to look at you, but feeling himself begin to grow hard again. 

You giggle at him, planting a soft kiss to his lips. “S’alright. So cute, Yoichi. Wanna take a break then?”

His eyes are back onto you in an instant, wide and panicking. “N-No! You can't stop, please keep going!” He begs, lifting his hips to grind his cock on your stomach in a plea.

You know it's the heat talking, so you don't dare to tease him, afraid of pissing him off. So you abide by your omegas command.

“Fuckkkk,” He breathes, eyes rolling back when you start to pick up the pace. You grip at the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, and thrusting forward. His legs wrap around your waist, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your thrusts are hard, short, and make a lewd slapping noise from the skin to skin contact. 

Isagi pulls away from the kiss, eyes cloudy, and mouth slightly swollen from the attention. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha,” He chants, mewling at every thrust, while slick drips down his thigh.. 

You kiss his cheek, humming to him in question. “Right here. I'm here. Doing so well. Such a pretty omega,” You coo in response, and the effects are immediate. He purrs at your voice, nuzzling into your neck and scenting you with a small fucked out grin.

“Mark me.”

You pause your movements, eyes flashing to his blue ones. He whines at the interruption, grabbing at your hips to pull you in closer. “Right now? It's so early,” You reason, growing dizzy off his warm scent.

It turns sour in an instant. “Y-You dont want me?”

He was being unreasonable, but that was the heat talking. His brain wasn't in the right place, and the second you didn't agree, it hurt. Way more than it should have. Tears prick at his eyes, and he begins to push you away, feeling gross with himself.

You don't let him go far, releasing a calming scent, and crooning to him. “Not what I meant. Relax, omega. It's okay, you're okay. I'll mark you, will that make you feel better?”

He clings onto you immediately, scent light again. “Please please please. Wanna be yours. Your omega. Please bite me!” 

You groan, grabbing his hips and forcing him back down onto the length. He gasps, trembling, but now baring his neck to you. 

“You're going to be the death of me, Yoichi,” You sigh, not liking how much control he has over you. Between the scent and his lewd words, which would never come out of his mouth if he wasn't in heat, it was hard to stay present in the moment.

“Please please please,” he cries, grabbing your hair  and forcing you toward his very own neck. You glance at him one last time, looking at his glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks. He nods at you, a whine slipping past his lips. 

You take one last deep breath, inhaling your lovers intoxicating scent and bury your teeth into his neck. He yelps, gripping onto your hair as tears drip down his cheeks. But his back arches, and hes cumming again from the action. His head spins as he feels your tongue lick at the wound, crooning out apologies for the pain.

Your thrusts have slowed down slightly, but they are deeper, harder. After cumming two times Isagi feels himself grow tired, weaker, but every cell in his body is screaming at him to go again and again. Till he passes out, if he must. 

“You alright? My omega…All mine,” You whisper, brushing away his sweaty bangs. He feels light headed, absolutely amazed at the feeling of being claimed after all this time and your words, but frustrated from your bare neck. It's not fair.

A possessive nature takes over him, and he lets out a small growl. You raise your eyebrows at him, confused by the sudden aggression. He was always pretty temperamental, but you granted his wish, and were fucking him, what more could he need?

A pair of canines dig into your neck before you could even process his movements. It makes you wince, hissing out and shivering as you feel his tongue lick over the wound. “N-No warning?” You half complain, not minding the feeling of being marked by him.

He doesnt seem to be listening, heat clouding all coherent thoughts. “My alpha. Mhmmm. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Possessive little thing. S-Supposed to be my line,” You laugh at him lightly, and he pulls away for the first time tonight, maneuvering you until he is sitting on your lap, and beginning to raise himself up and down. Two hands fall on your stomach to help steady himself as he begins to grind on the length, head falling backward as he pants at the ceiling.

His movements are frantic, desperate even, as if he was afraid he would never get a chance to cum again. His own cum on his stomach is beginning to dry up, but he doesn't seem to mind. His cock flops back and forth at his movements, and sweat drips down his neck. His whole body seems to be a pinkish shade, covered in sweat. It makes you slightly worried, but knowing him, if you force him to stop so that you can check on him, he may try to kill you.

He cums again without much warning, his fingers curling up and eyes rolling backward. The stream is weaker, dripping pathetically down his cock. His whole body trembles and he collapses forward onto you, pawing at you to hold him again.

You grab water from the nightstand and basically force it down his throat, the excess dripping down his chin and onto your chest. He gulps it down without much complaint, staring at you with lidded eyes the entirety of it. “Lets take a break,” You mumble, caressing his cheek and wiping away the water.

He purrs into your touch, and realigns himself up again, a drunken smile on his face. “Not a chance, alpha,” Isagi says, sinking onto the length to try to chase his fourth orgasm that night. 

The two of you get little sleep, and you awoke to him grinding on your leg, and biting at your ear, begging you to make him feel good again, full again. But even in your exhausted state, you didn't mind too much, because how could you say no to your precious omega? 

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[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (2) - Paint it black

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

Story Masterlist / First part / Next part

Word count: 4.6k

-I look inside myself and see my heart is black-

The very first thing that greeted you when you came back to your room after lunch was a tape splitting what used to be Enid's part of the room right down the middle. 'She works fast, but was the tape really necessary?' you wondered and chose to stay in Enid's side of the room for a moment. You glance to the right, and there it was, another tape, separating your part of the room from Wednesday's.

"You're not expecting me to build a bridge or fly across somehow, are you?" you asked jokingly, complete with a small grin on your face. Not that Wednesday saw it, as she was busy peeling off the colorful decoration from the window. When you left the room before the large window looked like a flower, but now Wednesday's half started looking more and more like a spider's web.

"That would be asinine. I expect you to keep your belongings in your part of the room and to minimize the time spent in my part of the room," you were more surprised she answered, but that sounded reasonable. She had her space and was protective of it, you actually understood that.

Maybe it was your imagination, but the tips of her fingers seemed a bit red. Was she actually allergic to color? "I can work with that," you replied to her earlier statement and walked over to her. She definitely noticed you approaching, even if she didn't spare a single glance toward you. Upon closer look, you confirmed her fingers were a bit red. So, without a word, you stepped into her side of the room and began peeling the stickers off.

"What are you doing?" she asked with the tiniest hint of surprise in her voice. Just a tiny, barely noticeable shift in her tone. Since you would be living together you figured you should pay attention to the minute changes in her behavior, since she clearly wasn’t going to be very expressive about her feelings.

"Scratching the window, it told me it had an itch somewhere around here," you looked up at her, dead serious as you said that, and just for good measure you lightly scratched the part of the window that still had the stickers on.

Wednesday paused and stared at you, without blinking. Once. Well, if that was how she was going to be. "Don't worry, I won't disappear if you blink," you grinned a bit and caught the minuscule twitch of her brow at that.

"You are irritating," she simply stated and went back to clearing the window.

You shrugged. "I can live with that," she didn't tell you to stop, or go away, so you continued until her half of the window was completely bare. After that, you just grabbed the discarded decorations and threw them into a trash bag. "A bit of a warning, I don't think Enid will like this change of scenery,” you realized your words could be taken the wrong way the moment you said them, but it was one moment too late.

"You have your parts of the room, I have mine," you looked at the shorter girl to see her glaring at you.

"That goes without saying, and Enid agrees with that. I'm just saying the first reaction might not be supportive," you explained because you really didn't want to make Wednesday feel like she needed to defend herself. Or however she was feeling at the moment because you couldn't read how she felt to save your life. Maybe she was being defensive, maybe she was irritated, maybe she felt an entirely different negative emotion you had no idea even existed.

The glare lost some of its edge, but she glanced at the spot you were standing on, which was in her part of the room.

"Right, got it," you gave her a thumb up and stepped over the tape into your side of the room.

~X~

And then Enid came in, with the grace and patience of someone who came back home to an unwanted guest after a bad day at work and horrible traffic. "What the hell did you do to my room?!" she demanded, immediately turning toward Wednesday.

Wednesday, who was sitting at her table, turned her chair so she could face Enid. "I divided our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side," maybe you imagined it, but you could have sworn there was a small tremble in her voice. And it didn’t escape your notice that she said ‘our’ room, unlike Enid who said ‘my’, honestly, you were surprised by that.

Worried about things possibly escalating you placed a bookmark to mark the page you were on and got up from your bed. You moved to the border and leaned sideways against the wall, fearing you might just become a witness to a war that could easily engulf what was once a peaceful room.

Noticing your approached Enid swiftly turned toward you. "Why did you let her? Better yet, why did you help her?" Enid automatically turned her attention toward you.

"Because it's her part of the room?" you raised an eyebrow, really hoping Enid would think about this rationally. "Half of that oversized window is hers."

"A third of it is," Enid corrected you, and well, you didn’t really see it, it wasn’t in your part of the room. But you guessed there was some logic to what Enid was saying.

Not that it mattered. "Okay, then half of mine is yours and the other half is hers. I don't care about the custody over the spider web flower window," you just wanted the first night to remain peaceful. Was that too much to ask?

"I-" Enid tried to say something.

Wednesday didn't let her. "Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time," she turned back to her table, and you finally noticed the typewriter. You were slowly piecing some things together now.

"Your writing time?" Enid asked, momentarily forgetting about the almost argument over the window.

It slipped your mind that Wednesday easily had fifteen minutes between clearing out her side of the window and Enid's arrival and that she was only now getting ready to start her writing time.

"I devote an hour a day to my novel," she clarified and you couldn't help but nod. That was some dedication. "Perhaps if you did the same your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

You covered your eyes and raised your head. There goes the peaceful night. "Well, that was uncalled for," you sighed, unaware that the goth girl glanced at you for a split second.

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love," Enid became defensive, and with Wednesday already intent on arguing her point it was as if all three of you were running head-first into a wall.

Wednesday stood up and approached Enid. "Your followers are clearly imbeciles. They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

Right, at this point, there was nothing you could do, you only wished you had popcorn for the chaos that could easily ensue.

"Uh, you mean emojis? It's how people express their feelings you know? I realize that's a foreign concept to you," Enid retorted.

Your jaw dropped a bit, and you could just look at Enid, flabbergasted.

"When I look at you the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole," Wednesday turned around. "By the way, there are two Ds in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly," she said as she went back to her table.

You let out a sigh of relief and were about to go back to your book. Which meant you didn't see Enid turning the music on. Much to your horror and Wednesday's irritation, Enid started dancing to the music. Any other time you'd be fine with this, you liked Enid having fun and being passionate about something. This just wasn't the time.

"Turn that off. This is your final warning," Wednesday didn't even try to conceal the threat as she stomped back to Enid.

"Okay, let's just settle down!" you got between them, somehow standing right in the middle of the room.

Enid roared and her claws came out. "Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws and I'm not afraid to use them," Enid threatened back and considering the way Wednesday wasn't even flinching you couldn't help but question your decision to get between them.

Luckily, the doors opened, and Thornhill entered, saving you from untimely doom. Huh? Saved by Thornhill? That was something you never expected to experience, yet here you were.

"Good evening, girls! Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in," no one was interrupting her, but she definitely noticed the tension in the room as you turned around and took a few steps back. You and Thornhill, well, you didn't have a great start. "Ah. Is this a bad time? I'm Miss Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies I wasn't there to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid and Y/N have given you the old Nevermore welcome."

"They've been smothering me with hospitality," Wednesday replied and you could already sense the morbid continuation. "I hope to return the favor. In their sleep," there it was. She didn't even think twice about saying it.

‘Talk about subtle’ you thought as you turned to look at her. "How about no?" you asked.

"Sleep with one eye open," she stated evenly, her eyes still fixated on Thornhill.

You threw your arms up in the air, looking at her incredulously. "What did I even do?!"

Wednesday looked back at you. "Plenty."

That didn't answer anything!

Thornhill faked a cough, bringing Wednesday's attention back to her. "Well, here's a little gift from my conservatory," she handed her a black flower. "I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one."

You got yellow spider lily and Enid got a bluebonnet. Kinda obvious choices, but it was the point of Thornhill’s gesture.

"The black dahlia," Wednesday recognized it, hell, she even sounded impressed.

Thornhill's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you know it?"

"Of course, it's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you,” Wednesday replied as se took the flower.

Thornhill clasped her hands together. "Okie-dokie. oh, before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever, or girls with those intentions in mind," she listed off the most important ones.

Wednesday, however, wasn't interested in any of those rules. "What's the story about going into the local town?"

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends," Thornhill explained. "The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, don't go electrocuting people, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear? Great talk!" Thornhill left the three of you alone, but the damage was already done.

You tried to ignore Wednesday looking at you and just went back to your book.

"She was defending Xavier on the previous Outreach day," Enid explained.

"Enid!" you exclaimed, looking at her. There was no need to explain to anyone what happened that day. "It doesn't matter," you still electrocuted those four. As far as you were concerned the conversation was over.

Fifteen minutes later your phone buzzed next to you and you saw it was a message from Enid. You lowered your book and raised an eyebrow at her. She just shrugged and motioned toward your phone.

You gave in and opened the message. It just said 'Sorry 😓' and you stared at it, puzzled.

You: Shouldn't you say that to Wednesday?

Enid: 🤨

You: Kinda went too far with feelings jab. Also, I sent you a message so you could calm down, not storm in ready to fight.

Enid: Oh, I meant sorry about mentioning Xavier.

Enid: Speaking of Wednesday, how come you're taking her side now?

You: I'm not taking sides. It's her room as well

Enid: Yeah, but you're calling me out on that now.

Enid: At least openly take her side next time. 😒😒

You: I'm not going to gang up on you with basically a stranger.

Enid: She's been cold and mean to me all day.

You: And she just got here. Give her a chance?

You looked up from your phone and saw Enid reluctantly nodding at you.

~X~

The next time you got a few other pieces of the puzzle known as Wednesday Addams was during the fencing class. You were paired up with Kent at the end of the row so you didn't notice when she came in. You heard her, and by that point she already set things into motion.

"I do," she declared boldly and the split second you took to look at the girl dressed completely in black cost you the point and the match.

"Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in," apparently Wednesday went right for Bianca, for reasons you couldn't understand at the moment. Did Enid tell her about the apparent ‘hierarchy’ in the school so she was going for the Queen of Nevermore? Wednesday didn’t strike you as someone interested in something like school status.

"And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stinger and they drop dead," Wednesday stated, proving to you that she must have listened to Enid yesterday because there was no other explanation as to how she knew that. But it still didn’t explain her behavior. Maybe she was just looking for a challenge.

"Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy," Bianca said after a short pause.

"Are we doing this or not?" Wednesday asked and they were, in fact, doing it. She put her mask on, and you took yours off to better look at her fight.

They began and you were genuinely impressed. Bianca could be self-appointed Queen Bee all day long, but there was no denying the fact that she knew how to fence. She was the best at it, without a doubt, yet there Wednesday was, parrying and deflecting each of Bianca's attacks and fighting back with equal force.

You watched, as if hypnotized, as Wednesday bent her knee and raised the tip to Bianca's neck.

The second round was quick, with Bianca fiercely attacking and using the height advantage she had to get the second point.

Bianca took her mask off and smirked. "That first point was clearly beginner's luck. Let's finish this," she taunted smugly.

Wednesday, while probably not shaken by the loss of a point, acted recklessly. "For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge. No masks. No tips. The winner draws first blood."

You frowned. It was an immediate decision on Wednesday's part. A spur-of-the-moment reaction that didn't match the girl's quick and clever retorts. She was cornered just for a moment and upped the stakes, much like she did last night.

"Let's see if you bleed in black and white," Bianca accepted the challenge, and all the rules and all the matches were off by now, with everyone closely watching the even struggle between the two. Wednesday was graceful, dodging and flipping effortlessly and attacking with dangerous precision. She was fast, aware of her surroundings, clearly much more experienced than even Bianca.

The thing is, fights to the first blood aren't always won by the more skilled fighter. Luck played a role in them, as did the range yet again and the tip of Bianca's blade nicked Wednesday's forehead, right above the left eyebrow.

"Looks like your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed."

You watched as Wednesday just left.

~X~

By the time you came back to your room with Enid, you figured Wednesday would already be there. It was just a nick, it shouldn't take too long to patch up.

"She's not here," Enid pointed out and you frowned, immediately heading outside. "Wait, Y/N! It's raining!" Enid ran after you. "You don't even know if Wednesday is still in the infirmary! Maybe she went out for a walk, this kind of weather seems like something she'd like, or tolerate at least!"

You could see Enid's reasoning, but it still didn't stop you from rushing down the stairs. Were you worried about Wednesday? No, not really. You just wanted to make sure she wasn't still at the infirmary. Was it raining? It was. You could handle a bit of rain because it didn't make sense for her to still be there. But as if drawn to a storm something just pulled you to get there.

Enid came with you after all, though the moment you stepped into the rain she kept a safe distance from you. Luckily the rain wasn't pouring so the brief run through it didn't make your lightning unstable. You still felt the heat within you, but you were completely in control.

You opened the doors to the infirmary and saw Xavier and then you noticed Wednesday, lying on the bed in a corpse-like position. "What happened?"

Xavier abruptly stood up, surprised to see you and Enid. "Y/N, it's raining!" he chastised you, but seeing as you were already there he gave up and sighed, pointing his hand toward Wednesday. "She was nearly crushed by a gargoyle."

"What? Is she okay?" Enid covered her mouth in shock and approached the sleeping girl.

"I pushed her out of the way. Don't worry, she doesn't have a concussion," Xavier assured and Enid let out a sigh of relief.

You nodded and looked at Wednesday from afar, not daring to approach while you were still even slightly wet from the rain. "I'll come back to the room later, don't wait for me," you said and stepped outside.

There weren't many people who could make a gargoyle fall in this school, and there was no way that was an accident. Furthermore, not a lot of people had an opportunity to do it. You couldn't think of a reason why he'd do it, but there was one person in your class who had the opportunity and ability to do it.

~X~

You tucked the knife into the holster attached to your belt, hidden on your back, just beneath the jacket as you landed on the fence of Xavier and Rowan's balcony. Your eyes were bright red as you pushed open the doors and stepped inside.

Rowan jumped to his feet. "Y/N! Why are you here? How did you even get up here?"

"Raiju secrets Rowan," your eyes turned back to their usual color, indicating you weren't there to fight. "What's up with that gargoyle, hmm?"

He backed away as you approached. "What are you talking about? What gargoyle?"

"The one you tried to kill Wednesday with," you could see how tense he suddenly got.

"I didn't do it. I don't know what you're talking about," he threw his arms up in the air and began pacing. "Why would you care even if I did? She just got here! You've been friendly with me for years, and didn't make me feel like an outcast! That's why I'm not attacking you for accusing me!"

Something was seriously wrong with him. He wasn't like this before. He was awkward and timid, not mad as he was right now. "You and I both know how that fight would go. I don't want to hurt you, confess and let's go to Weems," you offered and felt an invisible force lifting you into the air, but you remained calm. Your eyes once again turned red as sparks danced around your body.

"You underestimate me, Y/N!" he yelled, but before either of you could do anything else a knock on the door interrupted you.

"Rowan? Who is in there with you?" a voice demanded from behind the doors.

"I'm watching you, don't start a fight you can't finish," you warned as he released you from his hold. You left the same way you came, jumping from the balcony and tossing the knife toward the ground.

~X~

You were outside, sitting on the fence of the balcony with your back against the gargoyle. The sky was clear, and you just wanted some fresh air. Rowan didn't try anything after the first attempt, but he also didn't get the opportunity to do it either. You were lost in thoughts, just looking at the stars when Wednesday came out, cello in hands and a severed stitched-up hand by her side.

"I'm guessing it's four of us now?" you tilted your head, smiling slightly.

Wednesday actually blinked and that surprised you way more than a moving severed hand. "This is Thing," she said as Thing climbed up to her shoulder and bowed down as a greeting.

You just raised your hand. "Hey, Thing. I'm Y/N," now, you couldn't say you saw anything like him before, but at this point, you just went along with anything that could or would happen. "You can play cello?" you asked, though seeing as she had it you probably just asked a bit of a dumb question.

"Yes," Wednesday said as her and Thing set the instrument up.

"Can I stay and listen?" you asked, already prepared to leave her if she said you couldn't.

"Do what you want," she, instead pretty much told you you could stay. So, you did just that. You closed your eyes and listened as she played 'Paint it Black' without once messing it up.

Once she was finished, she exhaled sharply and you heard Thing tapping.

"No, I don't really feel better," Wednesday said, frankly you were surprised she said it in front of you, but you chose not to comment on that. "There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's school."

You remained silent once again. Wednesday was right. Now, you didn't know much about the history of the school, but you heard from your dad some things that weren't entirely normal kept happening at the school. He'd been a bit paranoid about letting you stay here when he heard the news four years ago, but you didn't have much of a choice. At first, you thought he was messing with you, the jokester that he is, but you felt it from the first storm. Something about the school made storms more difficult, and you doubted it was only because you were getting stronger. And that voice... you still didn't understand what that voice was, why it was laced with static, or why it seemed like only you could hear it.

It existed. You knew that much. Because when you mentioned it to your dad he told you he heard it too. He, a raiju, had the same experience.

The question that plagued you the most was why could you only hear it during storms that lasted for days?

Of course, you weren't about to tell Wednesday about any of that.

Enid came outside and noticed the cello. "How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?"

"I had an extra hand," Wednesday replied and you couldn't help but grin at that. true, but a bit playful, though you figured it wasn't intentional.

Enid looked confused until she noticed Thing. "Whoa. Where's the rest of him?"

"It's one of the great Addams family mysteries," Wednesday said.

"So, you don't know?" you teased jokingly.

"I could push you," she threatened as a response.

You smirked at that. "Go ahead and try. I might surprise you," she looked like she might take you up on that offer until werewolves began howling.

"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday asked, perhaps only now remembering Enid should be turning into a werewolf as well.

"Because I can't," Enid showed her hand and her claws came out. "It's all I got," she somberly went over to the fence and leaned down. "My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it?" her voice trembled as she spoke. "Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

You looked to the side. You were a raiju. You could never comfort her, as much as you wanted to. Werewolves and raiju were about as close to opposites as you could imagine, at least as far as social structure went.

"What happens then?" Wednesday asked.

"I'd become a lone wolf," Enid sighed.

Wednesday took that information in before eventually responding. "Sounds perfect."

"Not what she wants to hear, Wednesday," you sighed, you figured she didn't mean it in a bad way, but it still came off as insensitive.

"Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over! I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospects of finding a mate," Enid cried out, frustrated by her inability to wolf out.

"I'm failing to see the problem here," okay, maybe she just was insensitive.

"I could die alone!" Enid exclaimed.

"We all die alone, Enid," Wednesday just said it how it is.

"You really suck at this, cheering people up," Enid criticized and leaned down, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing.

"Why are you crying?" Wednesday eventually asked much to your surprise.

"'Cause I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried? Or are you above that too?" Enid assumed, perhaps a bit too harshly, but considering the way Wednesday was responding to her turmoil you couldn't say you blamed her.

Surprisingly, Wednesday began talking. "It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion Nero out for his afternoon stroll when we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch while the others ran Nero over until... It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out, but tears don't fix anything, so I vowed not to do it again."

You remained silent, taking the story in. It explained a lot about the girl. Once upon a time, she loved so deeply that violently losing such love meant she was no longer open to loving that hard.

"Your secret's safe with us, I don't know how Y/N doesn't, but I still think you're weird as shit, though," Enid told her.

"The feeling is incredibly mutual," Wednesday replied, for a moment she looked at you and your eyes met, but she didn't address what Enid said about you. Eventually, she averted her gaze from you. "How would you like to have your room back to how it was before?"

"Nah, too much pain in the ass to put the window back together," you climbed down from the fence, yawning as you did so. "Good night you three."

You heard Thing tapping, basically telling you good night back.

"Night!" Enid exclaimed as you went inside.

Wednesday, as usual, didn't respond unless necessary.

A/N: You know, one thing that really caught my attention as I wrote this is the fact that Wednesday is the one saying 'our room' right from the start, while Enid opens with 'my room', when their personalities on the surface would imply the opposite. Also, you can't tell me Wednesday's voice doesn't tremble a bit when she says 'rainbow vomited' just listen to it and compare it with the rest of her lines.

Story Masterlist / First part / Next part

[peanutbubba]

YOU GOT ME FROTHING OUT HERE! Absolutely nailed what I was talking about- THE BELLY BULGE??? Shit, I looked around to make sure you weren't in my walls!

AND YES, I will happily be your salt shaker of Law prompts! (:

One I can't get over, Law is 6'0 ft (WITHOUT HIS HEELS), he's a tall dude, but we can go taller! I dunno, but pirate captain Law with a significantly taller s/o (like 6'6+) says something to me. I think we can both agree that Law was made to be manhandled, there's an entire canonical arc about it too.

But I mean, if we wanna be more specific, the image of Law willingly sitting down in his s/o's lap because 'they're basically a living chair' and it's 'more convenient' or him not realizing just how much "smaller" (bro is fucking 6'0) he is when he mistakes one of his s/o's shirt for his in the morning. Also, I don't make the rules, but Law is a certified boob cuddler! Any boobs, male, female, muscular, chubby, he has a face for a reason!

Thank you for this opportunity, I dare not disappoint 🫡

- ✨️💀✨️

Yep, you’re getting the goldenest star sticker to ever star sticker, I don’t make the rules.

Also, thank for for the compliments, I tried really hard so I’m glad for the appreciations. That belly bulge idea came to me in like the middle of the night while trying to sleep, I started to rub my hands together like some evil villain, just had to write it in.

—

BUT YOUR IDEAS?? HELLO? Oh yeah! Law with a taller S/O, which he doesn’t even notice. He completely brushes off the height difference, in the world of One Piece there are just already so many varying heights, it’s totally normal for someone to be taller than him.

Until he wakes up way too groggy one morning after finally crashing from not sleeping properly in days, picking out a random shirt to wear for the day, not realizing it’s yours.

Only finally figuring it out in his sleep ridden mind once he sees how it goes way past his hips, or how the sleeves pool around his arms, OR the shirt falling lopsided on his shoulder.

Or mayhaps, taller reader who is just too big for their own good, the only chair that can really support them being Law’s chair.

At first he huffs and complains because that’s HIS chair not YOURS, but eventually he comes around to it, so long as he can sit on your lap.

You were sitting on his chair after all, and he wasn’t going to give that spot up easily, even going so far as to just kick back and study on you lap.

Eventually, he gets so used to it that he gets mad when he can’t be on your lap. Like, what do you mean he can’t sit on your lap?? That’s his seat, his special sitting spot! Where is he supposed to sit now??

I don’t know Law, perhaps your actual chair 😭

And even boobie liker Law he won’t admit it, but oh my good god does he wanna suffocate between them.

His inked hands always squishing or just burying his face in your boobies, ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE BIG, because it’s the easiest way to relax him.

Please let him touch them, actually, it doesn’t matter, it’s a genuine tax now. You want something? Squish. You’re trying to put him to bed?? Squish. Yeah, he’s never getting rid of you or your awesome sauce ta-ta’s.

—

I must write more for him, I have too. After I get a lot of my requests done first of course.

Please keep being idea thinker, I’ll be your pen 🙏. I love this bread hater so much, he occupies most my every thought.

[lt-taylor7]

i have a headcanon about Javi Rivera

He knows NOTHING about the actual car aspect of the storm par truck. (The Lion) if anything goes wrong with the actual tech part? Nah he’s fine he has no problem. But god forbid it goes unbalanced, or the oil change light comes on? He’s got no idea what to do.

(not proofread, bad grammar, GN reader, just a blurb that got too long)

that’s where you come in, a small local shop owner, one of the only in Oklahoma with a four post hoist. He had no idea what that means but he knows you specializes in heavy weight vehicles, and at a good price for its quality. So here he was, pulling the rig into the front of your shop, rushing in with a hand through his hair.

“can I help you?” You ask with a small laugh at his frantic state, washing some oil off your hands with an already dirty rag. He looks up at you, unsure as to what to say frantically searching for his words. “My truck- it’s custom- the tires.” You put a hand up and cut him off, “Javi Rivera, The big ram right?” You ask, remembering the booked consultation. He let out a relieved sigh, “yeah.” He said, his shoulders visibly dropping. A nervous hand through his hair again, “it needs an oil change and I was thinking of putting it on all season tires but I wasn’t sure if it would fit the truck well, or if I can even change them without rotations-“ he rambled, this time you let him go until he let out a large sigh and looked at you, “sorry it’s just, I’m not good with the actual truck aspect of the rig.” You smiled, “people come in here alot worse then you don’t worry. So your trucks just on summer tires? Oil change is no problem but those might cost you a pretty penny depending what your looking for.” You explained, picking up a sales book from behind your counter, flipping through until you found tires in stock, finding a few larger tires.

it took a while but the rig was finally up on the hoist, you could see Javi looking through the reception window into the shop as you walked past, you opened it, “wanna come in? I can tell the rig means a lot. She’s in safe hands.” You say, holding the door for him as he nervously steps in, unsure of where to sit or stare. You worked quickly as you mounted the tires into new rims, before tossing each tire into the balancer, he watched your work in awe. “How did you do that so quickly?” He asked as you lifted a tire under each arm. “Been doin’ it since high school, pretty much muscle memory.” You say with a shrug as you drop the tires under the truck, bringing the other two over.

There wasn’t any talking as you quickly pulled off the old tires, quickly labeling them with chalk, before lifting the new ones on. Waiting to torque them until it was on the ground. “That’s all it takes to change a tire?” Javi asks as you walk over to a large cabinet, searching for the oil you needed. “Yeah, then I torque them once it’s on the ground.” You said as you got under the truck again, sliding a catch pan under the rig, Pulling off the cap, letting it drain.

—-

it wasn’t long before the rig was back on the ground, You torqued the tires before jumping into the drivers seat, just barely turning the key. “What are you doing?” Javi asked as he came over to the side of the door. “Gotta run through the safety checklist after every oil change, just to make sure everything is in working order.” You explained as you looked at the reflection to make sure all the back lights were working as well, and the wipers. You checked off everything before signing off and putting on a new oil change sticker. “So your gonna need some blinker fluid but other then that she’s good to go.” You said as you pulled the keys from the ignition. “Blinker fluid?” He asked, “I’ve never had to replace that, Is there any kind?” His response made you laugh, “Javi, Blinker fluid doesn’t exist.” You said still laughing as a hand laid on his shoulder, Shooting warmth through his bloodstream. “Oh- yeah yeah right I knew that.” He said nervously.

(I miss my mechanic job so much)

[elly99]

us without me I: chocolate

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 1 of 7. Check here for more details.

It was the way she called your name.

“Miaaa!”

The sound of her voice cuts through the silence of the morning.

It was the way she smiled whenever you looked at her.

“Hey, Min! Morning!”

You get up from your seat and into her outstretched arms. Her embrace was an oasis of warmth in the cold December air. You smiled, too. Just about.

You both liked to arrive at school a little early just so you could hang out before the crowds came in. It also provided a good opportunity to catch the sunrise. She took a picture of it everyday. The windows of the library offered the perfect view of the sky, so that’s where you always waited for her. And also because she loved books and they reminded you of her.

“Have you finished the math homework yet?” she asks as she pulls away from the hug.

“Yeah, it was easy,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Easy for you,” she says as she sits down on the couch you just got up from. “But not for me. Can you help me later at lunch?” She grabs your arm and pulls you into her.

“Sure,” you respond, yielding to her gentle tug and taking your spot beside her. “But we could just do it now. It’s really easy.”

“Oh, stop it, smartass. Not everyone is as good at everything as you are. Plus I’m still too sleepy to use my brain right now.”

She takes her phone out and yawns.

It was the way her hair smelled when she leaned her head on your shoulder.

She smelled like your shampoo. Because you used the same one. Or rather your shampoo smelled like her. As if she had claimed its scent for herself. And as she gets lost in her scrolling, you just sit there, staring out the window, her weight against your side, trying not to drown in it.

The bell rings as the full disk of the sun peeks over the horizon.

-

It was the way she fixed your hair only to play with it a minute later.

“Sorry I messed up your hair earlier. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says, mindlessly stroking your soft waves.

“It’s whatever, bro.” But it wasn’t whatever. Her touch was killing you. “Also, stop fidgeting with it. You’re making it worse.”

“Sorry!” She laughs. You’re surprised to find yourself laughing along.

It was the way her voice sounded when she whispered silly things in your ear.

“부시밍.”

“Nah, that’s you, bro. I’ve seen your hair in the mornings.”

“Well, it works for both our names. Kinda. 부시밍밍.”

The teacher takes attendance, calling out Mia and Minji one after the other. Even on paper you were inseparable.

-

It was the way the collection of stickers inside your locker grew out of control.

“Bro. You do know at the end of the year I have to clean this up, right? Some of these look like they’ll be a pain to remove.”

“But they’re cute!”

“Not everything that’s cute is good for you.” You knew that all too well. “Plus you have it easy. All you get is confession letters in yours. You can just take them out.”

“Fine. I’ll help you clean it up. But you can’t stop me from adding more.”

“I’m not telling you my code next year.”

With all her stuff in her own locker she links arms with you and drags you along to the cafeteria.

“I’ll figure it out anyway.”

“Ugh. I’m not that predictable.”

“To me you are. I know you too well.”

But not well enough to know how you felt about her.

-

It was the way she would always get an extra serving of kimchi just for you.

“Eat faster. You still need to help me with math.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to help you. And I didn’t ask for this extra kimchi.”

“Girl, as if you didn’t want it. Look. You’re practically inhaling it.”

“Well, who told me to eat faster?”

She smirks. Your heart flutters. “So you do want to help me with math.”

You just look down at your empty plate and laugh.

“We can start by counting how many letters you got today.”

“Bro. You act like I get them all the time. I’ve only ever gotten, like, five.”

“That’s five more than me. All I get is a flood of stickers from the same annoying girl.”

“They’re cute!!!”

“Yes. But annoying.”

“You’re just jealous.”

She was right. You were jealous. Of their courage. Of their willingness to lay everything bare. To be at their most vulnerable. Nothing left to lose. But you were afraid of losing. Because she was everything.

“Nah. I just don’t like how it inflates your ego.”

“Ego???”

“Don’t act like you don’t know you’re pretty. Everybody knows it.”

“Not everybody.”

“Sure, Min.”

“Whatever, Mimi.”

She pretends to be annoyed with you. You pretend that her calling you that doesn’t rip your heart out.

“Were they all boys?”

She smirks again. “I won’t tell you.”

“Oh my god. They weren’t all boys!”

“I didn’t confirm anything!”

“That smirk definitely did.”

She chuckles a little. “Fine. There were a few girls.”

“A few??”

“Yeah. And I may have gotten more than five letters, too.”

“I knew it. What proportion were girls, Min?”

“I’m not telling!”

“This is part of your math lesson! What proportion, Minji?!”

At this point you were both laughing and being the loudest table in the cafeteria. She realizes and lowers her voice.

“I’m not telling you. Don’t wanna just expose their identities. But I will tell you that some of them were jealous of you.”

“Huh? It’s not like I’m dating you.”

You feel a sudden urge to cry, saying those words out loud. But now there’s only silence. Painful silence that seems to last far too long.

“Yeah, but nobody’s closer to me than you.”

A hint of tenderness in her voice. Then silence once more.

“Did you ever respond to any of them?”

She picks up her tray and prepares to leave, her tone casual once again.

“I did. I didn’t wanna be mean and completely ignore them. So I just told all of them that I wasn’t looking for anything right now.”

You pick up your own tray and follow slowly behind her as she waltzes away, oblivious to the way your chest was imploding. To the way your eyes were barely holding back tears.

You resume laughing, not fully understanding why.

-

It was the way she waited for you after class, holding out her hand, so you could walk home together.

"How was Korean, Mimi?”

“Eh, it was alright. I’m still really bad.”

“What do you mean? You’re amazing!”

“If I were amazing, I’d be in the same class as you.”

“Well, that’s for native speakers. Doesn’t mean you’re not amazing. You’re good at everything, bro.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Ugh. I’m not gonna argue with you about this.”

“I’m not arguing. Just stating facts. My Korean isn’t the best.”

“Not the best doesn’t mean you’re not really good, especially since it’s your third language. I keep telling you this.”

It was the way she seemed to glow like an angel in the afternoon sun.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you that bad at taking compliments? You look stunned.”

“Sorry, I… Yeah. Sorry.”

It was the way she was just so beautiful.

“You’re so silly, Mia.”

Hearing no response from you, she grips your hand a little tighter and pulls you closer, your shoulders briefly making contact.

“Thanks for the help with math, by the way. I think I can manage the rest myself.”

“It’s nothing, bro.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re just saying that cuz it’s easy for you. Cuz you’re amazing, like I said.”

You look down at the pavement as your cheeks turn the same shade as the clouds up in the sky, bright pink in the early winter sunset.

- 

It was the way she always bought chocolate just so she could share it with you.

“You’re stopping for chocolate again?”

“Yeah. And maybe some coffee.”

“Nah, bro, don’t get coffee. You won’t be able to sleep.”

“I’ll need it to survive the math homework.”

“No, you won’t. Chocolate is enough.”

“Fine. I’m getting you some, too.”

“You never give me a choice anyway.”

“You need more sweetness in your life. You always just eat kimchi.”

You needed a different kind of sweetness. But it wasn’t one she could buy. And it wasn’t one she would give.

-

It was the way you felt when she put her arms around you.

For all the torment she caused you, she made you feel safe. There was nothing better than her embrace. There was no sweeter sorrow.

“See you tomorrow! Say hi to your parents for me.”

“I will. Take care, Min.”

“You always say that. But I live just over there,” she says, pointing down the street.

“I know! Sorry that I care about you.” You frown.

She smiled in return. But at the end of the day, when the stars were out, it was always different. It wasn’t that playful, teasing smirk when she would poke fun. It wasn’t that smile after a good laugh. It wasn’t that smile when she greeted you in the morning. It was a pure, genuine smile, knowing you were her best friend.

It was the way you couldn’t picture life without her.

“Love you, too, bro.”

It was the way she loved you that made you fall for her. 

But it wasn’t the same way you loved her.

After dinner the chocolate left a bitter taste in your mouth.

[whump-place]

Adopted.

13-Shopping.

Masterlist.

Micah knows Star wasn't feeling good that day, when they ran to hug him and cried until they fell asleep. That same day Master had called everyone outside, one by one, and one by one they came back crying, or sobbing, or smiling, but with their arms covered in bruises (Leo); but Master didn't call him.

Was it because he is new? Liam said maybe next month will be his turn, while he wiped away some tears, and held up the vase he soon threw flying to the floor.

It had been a bad day for everyone, and Micah was scared of when he would be tested by Master. Maybe Master hurts them? Or is it another kind of punishment? Whatever it is, Micah knows he will do his best to be good. He can be good for Master.

But right now...

"Which one is better?" Asks Star, their cheerful expression almost making Micah forget how they had been crying last week, locked up in their room for two days; as they were holding up a pair of collars, one's a dark blue, with small stars painted on it, and the other is a baby blue, with little hearts. "Master is going to wear the blue coat, he will like it if we match!"

"The one with the stars! I'm going to wear one that has stars too!"

When Micah first got to Master's house, he realized just how wealthy he is. The house is beautiful, he has four Pets, and everything is really nice. What Micah wasn't expecting was Master to have a whole room designed for his Pets clothes. The room itself was huge, and with all those clothes and shoes Micah thought he could get lost.

Master gifts them a wardrobe, and they are free to paint it or put stickers on it, but soon they decided it wasn't enough.

Star's side is full of shining clothes, skirts and dresses that could light up a whole room.

Liam, on the other hand, only has plain colors. It is all tidy and color-coded, all his clothes seems elegant, and expensive.

Leo is... Well, he has all kinds of things. His clothes are basically black, gray, red or blue, and Micah can't tell if he even has a way to find his clothes or if he just wears the first thing he can find.

And Ray. Star and Liam made sure to take most of his space for themselves, and the few things he has are all plain colored clothes, less elegant than Liam's, but they are nice.

Master said Micah's place will be in another room, and that maybe he will also change Ray to that room so Star can get enough space for all of their clothes. And that today they are going to find him new clothes so he can start feeling like home.

But like home was like with former Master, and former Master never spared even a drawer for his Pet's things. It only had a set of clothes, and no shoes, and it had been easier because it only had to wash its Master's clothes and..

"Micah, look, look, look!" Leo's excited voice makes Micah go back to his senses. Master took them to the second floor of the mall, he said that on that floor Pets could walk on their own, no need to be held on a leash.

"I'm sorry this has to be like this, dear. I wish you guys could be without a leash anywhere you want to be." Master said, and he sounded... upset. Why?

"I like this!" His attention goes back to the present, Leo is holding a black leather jacket, it suits him.

"It's pretty. But, won't Master be upset? He said we only get a few things." That means a sweater or two, right? Master said to get something for when the winter starts, and Micah already has thermic clothes, that's enough for him.

"Master likes to spoil us. He buys us everything we want!" Star explains with a cheerful smile, they are looking through the collars and earrings, they say they can't never get enough. "But, why haven't you chosen anything yet?"

Because Master is going to get mad. Because a Pet like him shouldn't be wasting his Master's money. Because that's not how it works.

"I don't want to waste Master's money. I already have good clothes, I am okay with them."

Star, Leo, and even Liam soon walk to his side, convincing him of all the reasons why he does need more clothes.

Liam says it would be ridiculous for Master to have a Pet that doesn't wear good clothes. That as Master's Pet Micah needs to take care of his look.

He's right. Liam is always right.

Micah swallows, and lets them choose him clothes, even though he feels uncomfortable whenever they show him any new clothes to try on.

Micah knows that isn't right. Master shouldn't spend that much money on his Pet. His Pet doesn't deserve that much.

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[inkandpaintleopard]

Dude do not get me STARTED on the Soft boys

I get that their purpose is to serve as a little breather (until Monster, anyway), but I feel like there could have been more done with that? Like dude this is one of the few mods that even ALLUDES to Frank, it would have been really unique (especially for the time) if Ben and Pico actually got to meet him; it'd even fit into the story because they're trying to go somewhere and "Frank lets us ride in his van all the time, we will ask him for you!"

Also I have just found out that Father Fairest's first name is actually Frank so uh. That could be fun (/s) for Ben

(also I feel like whatever SM Frank is doing in this universe he'd sympathize with both Ben's and Pico's plights, but that's besides the point)

Also just. I say this with a heavy heart but I do not like their designs. I get what they were going for but it feels... kind of cluttered? I think they would have looked better without their costumes on, give Pump some face stickers too to make up him not having spots

If anything I feel like leaning into that "creative" angle would have made for better designs, show them covered in paint and glitter or something because they're trying to make things, maybe even a little dirt because they love to explore just as much as the OG Spookeez, but their clothes show stains way more because they're not pure black

OH AND ON THAT-

It's just kind of a personal gripe but I wish their colors were closer to the originals too. Ben, Pico, and Grace all have the same color schemes as their original counterparts, just muted/pastel with a few changes, but instead of pastel purples and oranges Skid and Pump have completely different colors. I do like how the color of Skid's clothes mirror Pump and vice versa, but it's just weird looking at those three and then these two

Also again a minor gripe in the grand scheme of things but instead of removing the mic entirely they should have had a toy microphone, it still fits with their theme AND the context that they like Father Fairest's music

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, I get all that… before I even played the mod I just thought “Well their designs need work but hopefully their character is good.” Like dude they don’t even get an original song. I like the way they’re introduced but other than that they have nothing going for them.

I hadn’t even considered the whole Frank thing, that would’ve been nice.

I have such weird opinions on their designs; I think my biggest issue with them is that they don’t seem coherent. Why would Pump wear blue? Why do they look like they’re wearing jumpsuits? Are they? Why would they be? And yeah how are they that clean? And where’s the spookyness in it? I think about this for a lot of Skid designs specifically, because I feel like you wouldn’t know he was a skeleton if you didn’t already know what he came from, which is fine for all of us, but I feel like it doesn’t make sense in universe.

I was planning on redesigning them when I finally played the mod, but every time I think about redesigning/stylizing a character, I realize it goes against the way I come up with stories and stuff. For the Soft Spookeez specifically, every bit of dislike I may have for them gets added to whatever story I have in mind. Like oh, one finds their appearance underwhelming and annoying? So does every other Skid and Pump. I can’t get any personality from them? Their character is now that they have no character; everyone else is baffled that they came out of the Soft mod and are completely trauma-free. So on and so forth, help I don’t remember how to stylize.

Wait yeah them having a toy mic would be nice; I find them feeling weirdly detached without it.

[aajjks]

uh oh, alina 👀

mommy issues!JK

today was a good day. your kids got to solve math problems using puzzle pieces and practiced their tracing just as you planned. it’s rare that everything falls into place when it comes to your school schedule, but today, everything did. seol had an amazing day and received a gold sticker for his behavior and areum went home early because alina got off work early. long story short, everything was perfect and now you’re at the grocery store shopping at the whole foods section for ingredients to make kimchi gumbo. you saw it on the internet and had to make it yourself.

during all this shopping, you’re on the phone listening to alina rant about her day and occasionally fussing at eunwoo and areum for being too loud. you can’t help but laugh at your friend’s bluntness sometimes because alina does not hesitate to fuss at eunwoo because he’s either being loud, annoying, or both.

the dynamic you have with alina is nice. you don’t have a lot of friends but it’s not like you chased after friendship. the only reason you and alina are so close is because of your relationship to her daughter but what was once a parent-teacher thing soon become a sisterhood thanks to alina forcing you out of your shell.

however, it’s time to put this sisterhood to the test because eunwoo has tasked his beloved wife with convincing you to come to the parting dinner. of course alina is aware of jungkook’s obvious crush on you and to help her husband’s friend (and maybe you too), she gets straight to the point and asks you about the dinner.

“listen, i was wondering if you’ll be there for the parting dinner?”

“parting dinner?” you say, searching through your memory bank about someone mentioning a parting dinner.

“you know? the one jungkook told you about?”

and there it is..

“ohh!! yeah, i’m not going alina. i’m sorry”

“no no no! you have to come—as his plus one! please, i’ll be so bored without you. eunwoo will be with his friends and i hate socialites”

“plus one? wait, slow down alina” you sigh “listen, no. i can’t. his ex-wife or whatever is going to be there and you know i don’t like drama. i’m sure he already asked someone to be his date already”

“then i’ll talk to jungkook too!”

“did jungkook put you up to this or something? how did you even know jungkook asked me—“

“nope, i don’t know anything. you either come to the dinner or i won’t ever talk to you again!”

you pause.

“are you being serious?”

“yes i am. i really need you to be there, y/n”

you don’t say anything because you’re starting to think jungkook put alina up to this and let’s just say, you don’t find it funny at all. when you said no, it was because you felt uncomfortable about your presence being there. you weren’t mean or nasty about it, you were honest and you thought jungkook respected that but now, this is pushing it.

why didn’t he just ask you again at the school when he came to pick seol up?

“hello? y/n?”

“……yeah?”

“are you okay? you got quiet over there”

“sorry ‘bout that. lost in thought”

“soooo are you coming?”

“alina…i love you but no”

“whyyyy”

“why? i already told him no and he got you to convince me to say yes”

“what? no! no no no—“

“then how did you know about me and jungkook? i know i didn’t tell you, so where did you get it from?”

what will alina do now?

~🫧

Should she tell her the truth and fuck up his chances of being with you? You should lose up a little and you need to date again, but she cannot force you to do that.

She sighs, it’s hard to argue with you, because your friendship means a lot to her, and she doesn’t like confrontations. So she’s rubbing her temple as she goes silence for a moment.

“Uh… my husband told me. Listen, I’m not trying to push you or anything but it’s not a bad thing to come there as his date? he doesn’t have an ex-wife, and Nara won’t really be a problem.” She sighs, you can be a little stubborn, but she’s willing to take it slow.

“it’ll be really fun and we could hang out together too and I don’t think he realized but it’s kind of obvious that he likes you.” Maybe this was a dumb move but you need to realize that he’s got some feelings for you.

And maybe then you’ll give him a chance? but it’s a possibility that you might start avoiding him as well.

How can she make you realize that he’s not that bad as you’re thinking and you don’t have to be so cautious around him? But she cannot blame your protective nature because of your past experience experiences.

“I know I know what I’m saying is really weird and he is your students father but- he’s liked you for quite some time.. I’m not really the one to tell you anything but eunwoo And I were literally coworkers, but we got married didn’t we? I’m not saying that you have to love him or marry him, but it would be nice to give him a chance.”

Please, you have to agree. Because she will feel really bad about herself if she doesn’t get you to agree. Jungkook really does deserve a shot. He deserve to be happy and she’s sure he can make you happy.

“I was honest with you and I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, but I know him personally and.. that guy deserves to be happy too, but your happiness matters the most to me.” She’s not really trying to butter you up because this is the truth.

Alina wants you to be happy. But she cannot do anything if you don’t want to.

“it’s not like you have to date him? you should just go on a dinner with him and get it over with? You should definitely do this if you can because he doesn’t have a date and he likes you.” She is trying to give this one last shot.

“he was even honest with you about his past. I don’t think that he’s a red flag and that you need to be cautious, yn.” Oh, this is intense.

“Well, this is gonna be your decision though… you can think about this and let me know. But I’m pretty sure that he’s going to ask you again..”

[blazingstarship]

💍Engagement Night💖

I have been waiting to post this artwork for a very long time cause I wanted it to be perfect and love the story behind our proposal.

We got to the marriage subject cause one of the guys made a joke about it. When it was just the two of us, I honestly told Yus it wasnt really something I dreamed off to do. I kinda made it clear marriage wasnt for me but didnt want to tell him my reasons. Yusei figured eventually by clicking one and one when I dont bring up my parents much. I told him the truth about why I dont like weddings. My parents had an unhappy marriage and even worst divorce. Heck I dont even know why they agreed to get married in the first place but it made me dislike the whole wedding concept.

Yusei said he never could imagine even a happy stable relationship without worrying if the other wouldnt leave him first (dead, betrayed, leaving the city forever). And marriage, the same page, didnt saw himself as marriage material too. People of Sattelite werent even allowed to marry so who wanted scum like him to love a life time.

Our relationship grow and the years passed by. It became stronger and we never felt so comfortable and save than to be with each other. After two years there was a moment in our lifes that changed us both and Yusei came suddenly with an own made ring with blue stone stickers on it and presented as a promise ring, we called a partnership. And I made one too from scraps and crafts so he knew I feel the same way about it. So we started to wear promise rings and after four years, we got our own house together.

I try not to drop spoilers but lets say Yusei felt alone and yet he got reminded someone always came home to him at the end of the day. Living together did him so well and the idea of having an own house with a backyard and garage and just a new chapter in his life thats about to start. He never could dream there was someone willing to spend the rest of their life with him and he cherish every day this someone goes to sleep and wakes byside him.

He wanted to place the bolt ring for the real thing and it was quite the time since he knew while I love the ring, it wasnt a real ring and deserved a real one. The real deal.

I was really worried about the house since I am not from Neo Domino City and what if we didnt work out at the end and I had to go back to my own country.

Yusei assured me its never gonna happen and we are not like my folks. As long as we talk to each other and give the space we need from time to time, everything will be alright.

After we got the keys, Yusei said out of the blue What if you will be named Fudo too. It shocked me how sure he said that, his face expression didnt change. He was really serious about it, like he was preparing me mentally and pulsed if he should go through with his plan.

I was really quiet about it as after a while, I only smiled at him and told him I loved him and that will never change. Then I gave a very long kiss on his cheek.

He didnt need to know more then this was a hint that I was ready. It was like he already asked the question but without the actual words. And my sensitive emotional ass (typical cancer lol) got me in tears as I assured him it was just a very sweet thing what he did.

The first night we would spend at our home was the same night he proposed. Yusei wanted to come to our home as family, as future husband and wife.

He took me for dinner and boy we didnt eat much. I may even was tired from work to notice he was nervous and couldnt think why he wanted to go out after we could have dinner at our own place for the first time.

He proposed at the Neo Domino City Point View close to his former place. It has the best view to see the whole sky and all the stars in it. Also it was the same place we catched a shooting star together and even started to feel a spark between us.

There were fairy lights around the rails and just watched the starry sky. Bringing up memories and getting deeper how much we have been through together. The deeper we got, the closer we holded each other. Suddenly there was a long silence and how I never could think I would be here and spending the rest of my life living here with him.

He whispered to me that I was his home, his future and couldnt imagine he would spend the rest of his life with someone else than me. He let me go but holded my hand as he went on one knee. After some sweet lines, he asked me. The way he asked was more like a promise than a proposal. Without knowing the real intentions, I said yes. As he wanted to put the ring on the finger, he realized he forgot to put out the box out of his jacket.

We laughed at this moment. He called out I even said yes without a ring. For me to reply confused “Saying yes without a ring?”

As he then showed the box and showed the ring inside. Saying he is asking the real deal, it is a real proposal. Causing me to been overwhelmed and crying.

He asked me again, but this time he did it in Dutch. It was so fluent, it got me so off guard. For me to answer Yes! In dutch, Japanese and English. A thousand times.

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Apollo 1993 Downtempo / Breakbeat / Ambient Techno / Ambient

Here's an absolutely breathtaking self-titled sampler that was put out in the early 90s by Apollo, the "ambient" sublabel of the great Belgium-based R & S Records. Honestly, as far as early 90s ambient and ambient-adjacent comps go, this is hands-down the best one I've ever heard. It's like the electronic music equivalent of hearing Dark Side of the Moon for the first time—just total mind expansion by way of progressive psychedelia that leaves its listener in awe; a completely unparalleled sonic experience. And I'm sure the nifty outer space-themed album art isn't a coincidence either.

The way the word "ambient" got thrown around back then was as an umbrella term; it wasn't just largely percussionless, beatless electronic music as we tend to define it today; it was just stuff that was markedly slower and less intense than stuff that was made for a typical dancefloor. So, although this is usually classed as an ambient album—the release itself has a sticker on its jewel case that literally says "file under ambient"—by today's standards, it's really mostly not. It's more so downtempo, techno, and breakbeat. And even though techno and breakbeat are usually referred to as dance genres, the vibe here is way more of a chill one, hence people's use of the term "ambient techno," for example. So, to put it more simply, most of this album isn't actually just purely ambient music, despite its own claim to the contrary.

Anyway, without the constraints of needing to make something uptempo and dancy, it allowed artists to really explore and push the bounds of electronic music. Canvasses were basically blank and there was no "rule" to incessantly loop any rhythms or melodies. You could pretty much craft whatever the hell you wanted, however the hell you wanted. And this album collects some great, early 90s creative electronic efforts that were made with that spirit in mind, which still have the capacity to amaze as we approach this release's upcoming 30th anniversary.

On here you'll find both abstract electronic music's greatest innovator, Aphex Twin, and the godfather of techno himself, Juan Atkins, and both of them turn in stellar contributions, with Aphex's being the first track from his famed Selected Ambient Works 85-92 compilation (one of Apollo's first releases), "X-tal," and Atkins' song being the lesser-known "The Passage," released under his Model 500 moniker. Both very unique and stunning ambient techno-breakbeat journeys there.

And then there's the star of this show, the relatively obscure David Morley, who gets two tracks of his own as well as a remix of Golden Girls' "Kinetic" to kick off this whole shebang. Guy hadn't amassed much of a solo career when this album was initially released, but his tracks here are all fantastic. He seems to enjoy utilizing and intertwining multiple layers of psychedelic synth sounds, generating these warm and comfy blankets, and with his three different placements here, he manages to apply that complex synth approach to IDMish, ambient techno, and chillout room frameworks. Brilliant stuff with a lot of texture to it 😌.

So, for me, among early 90s electronic comps, this ranks on the same level as Warp Records' pioneering IDM album, Artificial Intelligence, from 1992. Both still manage to totally floor me despite how archaic the technology that went into making them was back then when compared to today. And, to a certain extent, I've never really cared about when something came out anyway—the Holland-Dozier-Holland-crafted Motown sound that busted up the pop charts in the 60s still sounds better than pretty much any other pop era or craze that followed it—and the same goes for electronic music. A DAW can only really get you so far. It's still the mind of a creator that matters more than anything else, and an album like Apollo makes that sentiment crystal clear, technological advancements be damned.

Highlights:

Golden Girls - "Kinetic (David Morley Remix)" Model 500 - "The Passage" David Morley - "Evolution" Aphex Twin - "X-tal" David Morley - "Calibration" Neuro - "Mama (Justin London Mix)"

[pandaminnium]

We had our first date today 5 years ago. February 26, 2018. We found out we lived in the same area after matching on tinder a couple weeks ago, and decided to meet up nearby for dinner. We decided on a Vietnamese restaurant called Em Viet Noodles. It was on a Monday night right after I got off work around 6pm. I had got there first. Walked a little too fast. Texted you I was here first and you said you were walking over. Waited outside the restaurant looking left and right to see where you would come from. A bit nervous because this is first date in a while, first time meeting you. You seemed very nice based on the conversations we had. When I saw a guy who looked like the guy in the tinder profile walk toward me, I quickly looked back down on my phone and pretended to not see you until you got closer. When you were close enough, I looked up, reciprocated the smile you gave me. We hugged and said “hi, nice to meet you” to each other. I was a bit jittery, didn’t expect to hug so soon. You were so friendly. Stepped into the restaurant and we got seated in the middle of the floor. Both our first times here at this restaurant. We got our noodles and ate it over conversation of getting to know each other. I thought the noodles were mediocre. Nothing like regular viet noodles I had before. I focused on you instead.

You were just like your pictures. You were cute. Very broad and muscular upper body. But you had a clear voice. Not so much on the husky, manly side. But it was almost musical to listen to you speak. You had such long lashes that were curled up. I was confused about that. Were they curled on purpose? Are they natural? Can they be natural like that? And then I focused on your voice and tone again. Almost sassy when you spoke at times. Are you gay? But I washed that thought immediately. I can’t remember the chatter we had. But I remember we took turns talking about our past job experiences and a bit of our history. You told me how I remind you of your old self. I can hear how you had believed in me. You gave me tips on dating since I was pretty new at it. You said how to always go on dates that has an outcome favorable to you. Go on dates to a place or restaurant you wanted to go to. So even if the date sucked, at least you got something out of it. You have an example of how if the date is going south, just say you have something else planned an hour later. For sure way to get out of a sticky situation fast. I was amazed with your tips.

After we finished the food, I used the restroom. Checked myself in the mirror made sure I still looked presentable to you. Came back out and we called for bill. As I reach for my wallet you waved your hand at me and said first time was on you. I felt a bit bad and still offered to go half but you insisted. I thanked you

Before leaving the restaurant, there was a witty sticker on the wall near the exit. “Send Noods”. I snapped a picture. As we walked out, we were walking at a slow pace. Not sure where this was going I thought maybe this is the end of the date? But as we were walking and talking, you said if I wanted to see your dog Miso who we talked about prior and I was low key obsessed about. Without even giving it a thought, I automatically responded yes. And then we were on our way to your place. I started to panic a bit. Did I really just say yes to going to a guy’s place just like that?? At 8pm?? With someone I only just met?? I just took a breath and went along. Let’s see where this goes. The streets were dimly lit. Or maybe my eyesight sucks. I turned to you and asked if this was a good date or a bad one. And you smiled back and said “if it were bad, I wouldn’t be inviting you over.” That made me smile also and feel excited to see what happens next.

We walked to 18th Ave and Cropsey Ave and we walked into this corner house property. You lived in the basement floor of that house. Your entrance was from the back of the house. As soon as we stepped in, you call for Miso but she didn’t come out to greet us. You flick on all your lights and head to your room to find Miso. I take off my shoes slowly and lagged behind you. I observed your house a bit. Linear path. Living room first. Spacious with hardly any furniture. Then kitchen was small. Then your bedroom. Looks like you tidied up. Bed was made. Big Tv.

Then, 1 year old Shiba Inu, Miso. She saw me and went straight under the couch. She’s afraid of strangers. You tried to get her out. You put her dog treats in my hand so I can lure her out. It half worked. She ate the treats but dove for cover immediately. You called her out and put her on your bed where you sat down and told me to come sit also. But I refused, as I didn’t want to sit on your bed in my outside clothes. I kneeled on the floor and leaned over your bed and we played with Miso. Why did I thought I caught you taking a peep at my butt. It was fine tho, I had worn my best jeans. We make more small, non memorable chatter.

You mentioned how we should watch a movie and turn on your PS4 and start browsing. You ask what I want to watch and I said anything is fine. You asked me about horror films. I froze for a few seconds. I didn’t want to admit I was terrified of horror films but I had to. But you said I should try it. You decided on It. Asked if I wanted to sit on the bed to watch the movie more comfier. But I still didn’t want to dirty your bed sheets. So you laid down, patted the sofa next to your bed and told me to sit. You put one of your pillows behind me and asked if I was comfy. I nod. You gave me another pillow to hold onto as we started the movie. During the movie, I was intrigued. Still jumped at the scary scenes and hid my eyes a bit. You put your hand on my back and I leaned in slightly into you when I got scared. You held me when I got scared. I felt like you wanted to make a move on me but you were being so polite and just kept your hand on my back the entire time.

After the movie finished, I was a bit spooked. Kept peering into your hallway and thinking about the film. I think I may have used your bathroom. You offered to drive me home since it was midnight now. I was a bit surprised. I thought oh wow you have a car, nice. I said it’s not too far so I can walk but you insisted since it was dark. I asked how late you normally stay up. And you said you can stay up late but normally sleep at 10-11pm. I apologized for staying so late but you said how it’s fine because you wanted to watch the movie with me. I said bye to Miso and we left. Took me out back and we got into your blue Honda civic. I gave you my address and it was so close. It was but a short 5 min ride home. When we got back to my place, we exchanged byes and how it was really fun. We hugged. I don’t remember if we kissed each other on the cheeks goodbye. I think we did. I remember getting home and just really thinking how nice this date was. One of my best dates to this very day. I’ll never forget it.

It’s strange how I still remember two many details about our first date. It makes me happy still thinking about it. It really was one of my most memorable dates I ever had. I remember how we wouldn’t see each other for almost a month after that. We talked for a couple weeks but communication was choppy after that. But every year when my Snapchat gives me a reminder of that “Send Noods” photo I took, I can’t help but smile and think of that date. I do miss you still. But I am healing and doing a lot better now. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. I’m still bitter about you at times. But I can handle things better. And I’ll continue to do better.

[dearkorrafrommom]

Colorado

We just got back from a month in Colorado and it was so much fun.

You loved the Colorado Rockies baseball game. Since we went to that game, every time you see a jersey in a store, you say "baseball game." And "do that again."

We went camping in Telluride and you still LOVE camping. You like picking flowers and playing with rocks and playing in creeks. I love that you're my little nature girl.

We watched the 4th of July fireworks sitting on top of the Jeep we were driving (which you called a "jeepy jeepy"). Someone saw you and gave you red star sunglasses and a headband with red/white/blue streamers coming out of the top. You LOVED them, wore them all evening, and then wanted to sleep with them that night.

I have been listening to Taylor Swift "I can do it with a broken heart" song, and one of the lines goes, "I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit." Well... when I sing the song to you, I don't say the word "shit"; I just stop at that part. WELLLLL one time I was singing it and you filled in the blank! :) Your dad and I laughed for so long over that.

Colorado weather was so nice, and every morning when I gave you breakfast you said, "Go outside mommy" and we would go sit outside and eat together. It was nice and breezy and we sat on the steps (you do NOT like the sun/ you had to sit in the shade) and ate breakfast. That's one thing I'm going to miss a lot now that we are back in Florida where it's too hot and buggy to go outside.

I took you to a butterfly pavilion that you LOVED. You held a tarantula (named Rosie)!!! I had to lie and say you were 3 so that you could do it but I paid 16 dollars each for us to get in, and I didn't know until after paying that you had to be 3 to do it. Anyway you liked it! You weren't scared at all! And you got a sticker that said, "I held Rosie!"

In Telluride we rode a gondola up the mountain multiple times. You loved it. You don't seem scared of anything... except maybe bison. We took a train ride in Cheyenne, Wyoming where you could feed bison, but instead of feeding them, you just threw the "cake" at them. (There were big pellets that the farmers call cake.)

You love flying/airports. You could watch planes all day long. And a pilot saw you getting off the plane and gave you a pin (wings) and two cards with planes on them. You were so cute playing with those cards. Perhaps piloting is your future career.

We saw a woman painting birds, which is two things you love (painting and birds). And later we were walking around downtown Cheyenne and I said, "Korra do you want to be a painter?" and you said, "Yes, I paint you a bird mommy." <3 That melted my heart!!!!

We are back in FL, and Nana and Papa are here. They came the day we got back. You were so excited for them to come; it makes me happy but also a little sad because we really want to leave Florida and go live somewhere more exciting (perhaps abroad), but I know that what makes you the happiest is being with your grandparents. You spent the night with them last night. They are pretty much the only people who you voluntarily go away with without crying for me. It was nice but I missed you (and slept in your bed).

I don't know if I'm doing a great job as a mom. I thought I was for a while, but now you love Sesame Street (and have meltdowns when we turn it off) and you don't eat as much as you used to (I wouldn't say you're picky, but.... you used to like asparagus and now you don't) I feel like now that you've been exposed to sugar and tv, I have failed. But it's ok, right? Everything in moderation I guess .... ugh I just want to live on a farm with no outside influence!

I also worry that you're way too attached to me. I guess that's a good thing, but well, I just worry about a lot. Parenting is constantly wondering if you are making the right decision and often, regretting the decision you made. But it's mostly a joyous experience that I am so happy I get to do with you. Since Daddy is out of work at the moment, I thought about going back to teaching.... but I would probably be so depressed not getting to spend all day with you!

[lilyandthelilies]

I'm starting to wonder are people actually stupid or are they being incompetent on purpose?

So, the other day, I was at a dinner party, there were around 13 people there and 6+ of them are smokers, including me. I had my pack left on the table, and while I was having a conversation with a friend, this guy, who I know, came and took a cigarette out of my pack without asking me. But I didn't really say anything, cause it's one cigar and who cares? Well, apparently, I should have said something, because, at the end of the night, I found my pack with only 7 out of the 15 cigars I had in there.

Obviously, I was pissed, but I said nothing because I knew the dude and didn't wanna start any drama. But I was still pissed off by the whole situation, cuz dude, how couldn't I be? This man just took 8 cigars out of my pack without even asking me. Like hello, you ever heard the term property? Or asking people's permission? (And it's not like he could be confused and get the packs mixed. My pack is literally a pink glitter see-through one with a Hello Kitty sticker on it.)

Also, let me clarify, I'm not mad that he took 8 of my cigars, who gives a rat's ass, I'll just buy another pack. What pissed me off was the fact that he didn't ask permission. Like it's the standard to ask permission before taking something that's not yours. So, yeah, I have a right to be mad alright?

So, I open the group chat I have with my girlfriends and start ranting to my friends about the whole situation, in hopes they will be like "Oh, yeah, you're right, girly, what an ass!". And they were! Until this one girl, I love her to death but Jesus I am livid with her critical thinking skills, goes like: "Maybe you stop smoking! Then you won't have these problems!"

And I'm just thinking "Girl, are you serious?". Okay, I know she doesn't like the fact that I'm smoking acceptable. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER IS UP THERE THAT IS NOT THE POINT! USE YOUR BRAIN. BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL WITH ME RIGHT NOW. It's like the point flew over her fucking head. I'm talking about how a guy didn't ask permission to do something and she goes like "You should like quit smoking"... and she should dumb that loser sewer rat-looking boyfriend but she doesn't wanna hear me saying that now. I swear this man is a form of self-harm.

This whole situation had me pissed off more than before but like, am I supposed to explain the situation like I'm talking to a child? Like, next time I'll be like "I had a box of biscuits, a guy didn't ask permission to eat my biscuits, but he did it anyways, so I am mad. :)". Like do I need to say that to get my point across or smth? So again I'm asking: are people actually stupid or are they being literary incompetent on purpose?

So yeah, that's the vent of the day.

xx

lily