#I think I spent more time writing the Bio then..

[oysterie]

switch to history major yes/no

[dollwhite]

Singing death

[not a chapter]

All writing made by me will be under the tag ‘dollings work’

Also I’m thinking about making a side account but I don’t really think I want to because i would like to focus more on this one.

Made by Dolling

“Tim.. this is the second time this month.” You said, you arms folded in front of your chest. Staring instantly at your now broken window. “You’ve got a key for a reason child” you added.

It’s not like you didn’t have the money to fix all of the broken windows,but having to pull excuses out of your ass when the workers ask what happened. Was getting exhausting, you bought an extra key for him and he has his own room in your condo. But he still brokes your windows??

Kids now days.

Ya didn’t mine back then, because it was always fun to get a surprise visit from Tim. But now it’s like he doesn’t know when to go home, don’t get confused you loved Tim like he was your own son. But sometimes he had to remember, you’re not his bio mother. And that you had your own needs, like dating!

Before meeting Tim, you love life was not… not the best. With you being a popular singer, trying to find someone to date. Who wasn’t with you because you were famous and rich was hard, even other rich people wanted to date you because you were the famous ‘s/n’

And when you took a break from singer, you thought.

“oh maybe I’ll have time to date now!”

oh boy how wrong you were, it’s like the first week you took a break Tim showed up. And with him being thrown in your life, you didn’t have time to date.

But today was your date night, it’s the first date you choose to go to in months. But now you have to cancel why? Because your ‘son’ decided instead of going back to the batcave or whatever it was that the farry bat had. He came to your condo, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know what today was, you had told him two weeks ahead.

Just so he know that you wouldn’t be home, so he wouldn’t come with one of his surprise visits. But he came anyway, and he broke your window!

It’s not like you didn’t get him a key to your place the thread week you guys met. Maybe he liked brokering windows? You hoped not…

“Maybe I miss you?” The why Tim said these words, they felt… calculated.like this encounter was all planned out?

“Don’t give me that bullshit, look at my window!” Maybe it was the fact that, you had known Tim for about five months now. That you felt so comfortable scolding him or the fact that you done it so often.

Or the fact that he got himself into trouble a lot.

“I’ll get Bruce to buy you a new one.” Tim murmured as he walked up to you, holding his arms out in expectations for a hug.

“Tim.” You muttered. “You are grounded.”

“Hm- thought you were going to [readers] house?” Jason said, staring at Tim. “She grounded me.”

“S-she [reader] grounded, I’m sorry you? Ain’t you her self proclaimed child?” Dick added. It was after petrol, that they all decided to have a game night hell even Jason was there.

Of course with the exception of Tim as he wanted to give reader a visits and maybe stay the night at their house. It’s like 85 percent of the time Tim lived with reader, and that other 15 percent? Oh he spent that time at school.

“And what did you do for her to decide to ground you?” A malicious little voice rung out. It was Damian of course, no one else liked to torture Tim more than him.

Maybe Jason on a bad day but still, it’s like that little demon liked to see to suffer.

“How does she even ground you if you don’t live with her?” Duke asked.placing down a drew four on the coffee table, for Cass.

“Yeh, how does that even work?”

“I’m grounded from her house.” Tim answered, it was a pretty obvious answer to him but maybe some people just don’t get the contacts clues.

“That sucks little guy”

Can u guys tell their playing uno? Also SCHOOL IS CLOSED TOMORROW!! So I might add on to this<333

Anddd do u guys like the name Allure being readers singer name or should I change it?

Also the little special one short I was goin to do…. I don’t think it’s going to be done in time 😭🙏🏽 if y’all have any questions about siren reader don’t be shy ask meee!!

[luvvyouforever]

headcanons : med student!abby anderson x liberal arts student!reader ᥫ᭡

content: wlw relationship. modern college au. ramblings of fluff, maybe a touch of angst but nothing heavy. enjoy <3

a/n: my authority for writing this you ask? i'm an english major who gets asked regularly what i am going to do with my degree! also this is my first time writing about abby i just had to get this idea out of my head and on to the screen.

-abby decided at a young age to follow in her father's footsteps and become a doctor as well. she committed herself to studying science and math as a kid and occasionally disregarded her other studies like music, art, and english. she did enough to keep a 4.0 GPA but her heart was in science tournaments, young medical professional groups, and ap bio.

-she got into one of the best schools in the states for medicine and was a stellar student in organic chemistry, anatomy, and neurology. she knew she was going to do great on her MCAT, but unfortunately, she wasn't doing so great in some of her gen ed classes and it was impacting her gpa.

-that was how she found herself in a tutoring center in one of the older buildings on campus that was shockingly different from the science buildings she spent all of her time in. she had an appointment with you, but was so nervous to go and admit that she was having trouble in something as simple as art history or literature or communication.

-when she sat down to have her appointment with you, you immediately calmed her nerves and assured her that there was nothing wrong with needing some help in classes she wasn't comfortable in. you helped her ace her quiz and then she just kept coming in to see you. over and over. until she eventually passed the class with an A and no longer needed your assistance.

-and then, as luck would have it, abby got her own job as a tutor for science courses and who happened to walk in but you! the tutor who helped her pass her own difficult course.

-it was history from there.

-despite abby's commitment to her education, she was always able to carve time out of her schedule to be with you. she loves studying with you and filling up a room in the library with your stuff to prepare for exams together. she takes a whiteboard and writes all of her notes on it while you're rereading historical texts or revising your final paper about a painting abby doesn't really quite understand.

-she never makes you feel less than for not studying something "more difficult" as people have before. she loves hearing about your passions for history or writing stories or creating art. she'll come with you to art galleries and try to input her own thoughts from time to time about what she thinks certain pieces mean.

-she understands that graduate school applications are just as important to you as medical school applications are for her. you'll do practice interviews with each other and try on outfits for each other.

-abby will not stand for someone making fun of you for your choice of studies. you two once went to a family gathering on abby's side and when some of her family members began interrogating you on how you're going to get a job and even imply that you'll be living off of abby for your whole life, she gets all up in their face and comforts you later! you will not be sending birthday wishes to those family members anymore and she can guarantee that.

-if you guys get accepted in to schools that are long-distance from each other, you'll absolutely make it work. abby is so methodical that she'll never forget to text you and plans out times that either of you can visit.

-if you ever dedicate a piece that you've created in school to her, she'll positively swoon. like if you wrote a poem about her, she would print it out and pin it up on the fridge. if you painted her, she would hang it up on the wall. and she's the best model for those things too

-i imagine that dinners with your colleagues or friends are very random. abby has but a few friends in her residency and they're each as professional as her. you, however, come with a group of lively people who are discussing philosophical ideas or debating about a piece of art history and how its influenced modern culture. it would be an interesting combination to say the least.

-abby would just be so interested in anything you have to do and would never be critical of your choices. she sees the passion you have for things that lie far outside her field and appreciates it. your future apartment that you build years after meeting when you are each established in your dream careers is a mesh of medical textbooks and flashcards and models but also messy journals and thrifted antiques and poems written on sticky notes for her to find.

[sister-lucifer]

Goodnight, Darling 

Lucifer x Gender Neutral Reader 

Summary: Reader cant sleep, so they decide to go find Lucifer 

Genre: Fluff 

Content/Warnings: Lucifer and Reader already have a bit of a relationship but it’s mostly implied, Luci being sweet, very eepy reader

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

You’re not sure what time it is now, and you don’t care to turn over and check. The only sound in your room is the rain thundering down from the night sky, tapping on your window in a soft, erratic rhythm. It’s dark, but not too dark, a bit of light can still reach you from the hallway. Your blankets are as comfortable as ever, thick but not heavy and just warm enough. It’s the most ideally peaceful environment you could ever imagine. 

So why aren’t you asleep?

You’ve been asking yourself that for almost an hour now. By all means, you should’ve been out like a light. You spent all day today running errands and scampering around to do all those things you didn’t have time to this week. You’re exhausted. 

So why. Aren’t. You. Asleep?!

You groan in frustration and stretch out a bit before turning onto your side. You stare at the wall for a few moments, wondering what else you could do. 

It’s too late to make tea, you’ll make too much of a ruckus in the kitchen.

The only melatonin in the house is used by Asmodeus, and he guards his beauty sleep with his life. There’s no way you could sneak into his room. 

It’s probably not a good idea to do any sort of engaging activity, that’ll just wake you up more. 

Nothing, nothing, nothing. Maybe you’re doomed to just lay here until the end of time. You’re starting to wonder if you pissed off one of the brothers enough for them to curse you. 

Wait. 

One of the brothers… 

There’s an idea. 

Before you can stop yourself you’re out of bed and on the ground, carrying a blanket with you on the way. You waste no time getting out of that stale room, and soon you’ve started down the hallway. Your feet patter softly on the pristine tile floors, and the only other noise is the rain coming down outside and video game soundtrack from behind Levi’s closed door. It’s definitely bedtime in the House of Lamentation. 

As you pass by the rooms of the younger brothers, you debate for a split second stopping by each of them, but you don’t. Levi won’t be going to sleep any time soon, Mammon sleep talks, Asmodeus is too stingy about his beauty sleep, Satan kicks in his sleep, and the twins’ unbearable snoring will certainly keep you awake. 

But that’s alright. You’re not looking for any of them. You’re headed for the red door at the end of the hall that’s cracked open just slightly, allowing some soft lamp light to leak out. 

You knew he’d still be awake. 

You press your palm to the door and gently push it open, the soft creaking alerting Lucifer to your presence. He looks up from the book he’s reading in bed, quirking a brow upon your appearance.

“…Human?” He questions, but he doesn’t seem unhappy to see you in the slightest.

“What are you doing here? At this hour, no less.” 

“I’m alright,” You assure him, shutting the door behind you, “I just can’t sleep.” 

He gives a nod of understanding. 

“I see. And you think I can help with that?” 

“Mhm,” You reply simply. You walk up to Lucifer’s bedside, not saying anything but silently asking for his attention with just a look. You clutch the blanket you brought to your chest, making your intentions clear. 

Lucifer sighs. 

He looks at you for a long few moments, and you almost think he’s going to say no. 

But then he marks his page, shuts his book, and sets it on the beside table. He opens his arms and pats the bed next to him. 

“Come on.” 

A tired smile breaks out on your face, and you eagerly crawl into bed next to Lucifer. You fit perfectly up against his side, and his warmth is the perfect sense of comfort in the cold HoL. You curl up a bit, trying to get as close to him as possible. He wraps an arm around you as you pull your blanket over yourself, sighing with content when you finally, truly feel like you could fall asleep. 

“…Comfortable?” Lucifer asks. You only nod in reply. You don’t see it, but he smiles at you before he leans down to kiss your head. He reaches over to turn off the lamp before making himself comfortable as well, though he’s careful not to disturb you. 

After a few moments, you feel him stop moving, and your eyes slowly fall shut. 

“Goodnight, Lucifer…” You say softly. 

“Goodnight,” He replies in kind. 

“I love you,” You add without thinking.

And then there’s silence. For a second your eyes open, and you worry that maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say. Lucifer inhales slowly before finally giving his answer.

“…I love you too,” He says, giving you a little squeeze. 

You relax completely at that, your eyes shutting one more. You lay there only a moment or two before finally, finally, you can feel yourself falling asleep.

[winwintea]

stop posting about BALLER - zhong chenle

PAIRING ↬ boyfriend!zhong chenle x reader

GENRES ↬ pure crack idk... fluff, romance, some angst if you look in between the lines, chenle loves basketball more than you. unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ inspired by a fic i read on ao3, a tiktok i watched where op got mad at their boyfriend for having headphones in while making out, plus my post here. and also chenle's recent fanboying activity in la. ignore the title its a placeholder for now, in honor of my dear friend @syatchy london stop writing for chenle challenge

WORD COUNT ↬ 1.3K

Everyone had their hobbies. You knew your boyfriend liked basketball, you just didn’t realize he liked it that much. 

Making it your life’s goal to win over the heart of Zhong Chenle, you spent countless hours studying quizlet flashcards, watching a couple of basketball games, even trying to learn the sport as well. Although you were surprised when it didn’t take more than a few dates for you to begin dating. 

Your best friend Ning Yizhuo, on the other hand, had other ideas. 

“I just think he’s a big red flag. Who the hell puts “I’m always ballin’” as their twitter bio?” She’s sprawled across your bed, mindlessly stalking your boyfriend’s social media accounts. “What if your man loves another man more than he loves you?” 

You’re paying her no mind, working on a basketball basics test on your laptop. Eight teams from each of the league's two conferences qualify for the playoffs. The top two teams play each other in the conference finals, to determine the Conference Champions from each side. The winners then play in the NBA Finals. 

Yizhuo suddenly stands up, “Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you ignoring me?” You’re about to answer your next question, until she starts waving her hands in your face.

“What the hell, Yizhuo?” You turn around annoyed. “I was locked in!”

“Studying for basketball is crazy… Just warning you Y/N. Don’t come crying to me when your boyfriend calls you Stephen Curry’s name instead of your own.” 

You punch her in the shoulder, “I swear to god-” 

But Yizhuo seemed unfazed by your attacks, continuing on, “I’m just saying from experience hon. Sports guys like him will never love you as much as he loves his balls.”

“Um.. that’s what she said.”

—

Despite Yizhuo’s warnings and what she seemed so sure of, you and Chenle clicked in a way that none of your exes ever did. If he invited you to the gym, you’d show up with a yoga mat, pretending to do Pilates while sneaking glances at him bench pressing. If Chenle said he was hungry, you’d learn how do use a frying pan, determined to whip up something edible. And if he asked you to come over, you’d throw on your best outfit, adding an extra touch of appeal, and never forget to bring a treat for Daegal.

Spending time with Chenle was easy. It seemed almost too easy, that you began to slightly question why everything seemed so perfect. 

If there were any red flags like Yizhuo pointed out, it was probably too small to see in the mix of fun times you spent together.

Times spent together usually and often ended with the two of you cuddling or making out on his couch. 

Unsurprisingly, Chenle was a really good kisser. Plus, he was good at cuddling. You had no doubts in that moment you laid eyes on him, but everything was certainly up to expectations. He knew exactly how to hold you in his arms and make you feel like you were on top of the whole damn world. 

As you leaned in closer for another this time, your hands running through his hair, you took notice of his features. His incredibly sharp jawline (mewing tutorial when?), the flushed pink splashed across his collarbones up to his cheeks, and now that he grew out his hair longer, it was much harder to see the shape of his ears-

Hold on.

You blink and then squint your eyes for a couple of seconds, hoping you’re just imagining things.

“Chenle. Are those Airpods?”

Chenle immediately pushes you off of him and then freezes.

You see every single emotion flash through Chenle’s eyes, but he’s still speechless. You’d honestly thought you’d been through the entire spectrum of men in your life, from guys who had memes tattooed on their chest to guys who brought their mother to dates to guys with an extremely interesting savior complex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

Relax. You still had your dignity to protect. “What… are you listening to?” Maybe he was into listening to music while making out, maybe some relaxing sounds people used to cope with traumatic intimate experiences??? You were thinking of anything at this point, trying to brace yourself for the absolute worse. 

“Highlights” Chenle begins, looking at you nervously, “For uh, for the Warriors game.” Before you can even process the info, Chenle rambles on, “We’re so so close to a wild card spot and I wanted to turn the game on earlier, but you were talking about your project you were working on and I really wanted to listen, and right now it’s not like we’re talking about anything important, so I figured it might be alright if I-“

what the fuck… yeah shut the hell up right now please, you think as he keeps rambling, and turn around to grab a pillow behind to smack this big headed shit right in the head. 

“Ow-“ Chenle throws his hands up in defense, trying to block the pillow that comes crashing down. “What? Hey!”

“Zhong Chenle. I’m going to chop your fucking dick off.”

—

In the end, Chenle’s dick remains intact. 

After letting himself get beaten up by a pillow, he manages to get you to calm down, taking the airpods out, which makes you a little bit happier than you were before. 

Chenle leaves you on the couch to take a shower, allowing you to ponder for a bit. Were you being too restricting this way? Chenle seemed to still care about you, and didn’t want to take away time from your own interests as well. I mean… maybe you needed to get into basketball as well to fully understand. 

As you lounge on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through Pinterest, you hear the faint sound of the shower turning off. Before you know it, Chenle slips onto the couch beside you, his presence warm and comforting. In one smooth motion, he curls himself around you, arms gently wrapping around your waist as his head nestles into the crook of your neck. The familiar scent of the shampoo you gifted him lingers in the air, blending with the soft warmth of his skin. 

Your mind's racing, caught between conflicting emotions. And damn, Chenle smells incredible, which really isn’t helping right now.

A minute of silence passes before he finally speaks, his voice soft but serious. “Look, I get if you’re uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to push any boundaries. If that was too much, I won’t do it again. And if this is something that’s going to be a dealbreaker for us, I get it—we can end things here.”

“No, wait—no,” you cut in, setting your phone aside to face him. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Okay, it was weird. You’ll give him that. Maybe his “casual” obsession with basketball wasn’t as casual as you thought. And sure, that might be a red flag for some.

But Yizhuo’s wrong. Maybe Chenle’s got a deeper connection with his basketballs than you or whoever she’s comparing him to, but at least he’s never moaned or called you Stephen Curry in the heat of the moment.

That’s gotta count for something, right?

Yeah, maybe this wasn’t so bad. You could get used to this. Besides, he already promised he wouldn’t do it again.

Your thoughts bounce back and forth, but after a while, you break the silence with a quiet, “Did you win?”

His head lifts from your shoulder instantly, excitement buzzing in his voice. “Yeah, we did! Secured our spot in the conference finals.”

Conference finals. Oh, right. You recognize that term—studied it on Quizlet like the good, supportive partner you are.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself, swallowing down the nervous lump in your throat. Chenle might be a bit obsessed with the sport, but he was supportive of your own goals and actually a really nice boyfriend. 

“Tell me about it.”

PERM TAGLIST ↬ @lyvhie @aquaphoenixz @galacticnct @ldh0000

[roosterforme]

How You Play the Game Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley doesn't hear from you after the first game, he thinks that's it. But you got his heart pounding and made him smile, and he wants to see you again. The realization that maybe something that perfect should be left as a one night stand hits him hard, but he wants to know if there could be more.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst and smut (18+)

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! How You Play the Game masterlist. Banner by @thedroneranger

Bradley was laying in bed on Saturday morning with the New York times app open on his phone, scrolling to find your article. When his eyes settled on your name below the title, he tapped on it. The app took him to your full biography and a picture of you in front of Wrigley Field. 

You even looked beautiful in your stock photo image. He was tempted to save it to his photo gallery, but instead he skimmed your bio. You'd lived all over the country and played every sport imaginable as a child. You had graduated first in your class from Syracuse University, and you were undefeated at sports trivia.

The smile on his lips grew as he read the article that you must have submitted before your deadline last night. Your writing style was fun and entertaining, and you had even mentioned the comment he made about the catcher for the Angels. Bradley groaned and tossed his phone aside. He wanted to see you again.

But as he got out of bed and headed for his bathroom, he reminded himself that last night had one night stand written all over it. You were in California for work. You both said that hooking up like that wasn't something you normally did. He was sure you just did it for a bit of fun. Bradley was an idiot for catching feelings after a few hours with you, but it felt like he already knew you. Talking to you in person felt like reading your articles, because your writing matched your personality so well. Witty, intelligent, funny and charming.

"Chill the fuck out," Bradley told himself in the bathroom mirror. "It's done."

Then he spent the day trying to think about anything that wasn't sports related. He even took a ten mile run up along the beach to kill some time. And when Nat asked him if he was going to the Hard Deck, he decided that would help. 

But everyone there was wearing Padres gear and talking about that game one victory. And Bradley swallowed hard when he saw that Shannon was working behind the bar. He hadn't thought about her much recently, and she definitely hadn't crossed his mind at all when he'd been with you. But nevertheless, Bradley smiled when she greeted him.

"Hey, Rooster," she said with that grin that he was so used to. And she poured him a beer before he even asked for one. "You think you'll stick around for last call?" 

He watched her hand as she slid the beer across the bartop. "I'll let you know?" he asked, barely able to meet her eyes. 

"Sounds good. I'll start a tab for you."

He just nodded and turned to find the other aviators. Sleeping with Shannon tonight might help Bradley get you off his mind. But did he want to? He kind of liked the way warm thoughts of your voice and your smile kept bubbling to the surface. He could hear you asking him if he'd write back to a text from you. Honestly, he had been low key hoping you'd contact him today, and then he could have proven that he'd write back immediately, just like he promised. 

But he'd heard nothing. No text. No call. You hadn't done anything with his phone number. 

"What's your problem?" Nat asked, pinching his arm until he snapped out of it. "I asked you three times if you wanted to play pool with me."

"I'm not in the mood," he groaned, rubbing his arm as the TV screen caught his attention. They were playing World Series highlights and talking about tomorrow night's game. 

"Why are you pouting?"

He rolled his eyes. "Nat, I'm not pouting."

"You are. Is this because Bagman is flirting with Shannon?"

Bradley glanced over his shoulder and saw that Nat was correct. Jake was leaning on the bar, trying his hardest to get Shannon to smile. "Nah. I told you, that's just casual. Doesn't mean anything." He sipped his beer.

"Well whatever is bothering you, either tell me about it or get over it, because I want to beat Javy and Reuben at pool for once."

Bradley closed his eyes and told her, "I met someone at the game last night."

"No!" she gasped. "Tell me everything."

After he hesitated for a beat, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your name in the NYT app before handing it to her. He watched Nat as she skimmed the screen and examined your photo.

"Oh! You met her? Oh, shit....you hooked up with her!"

"Yeah," he grunted, glad that his best friend didn't need much help to figure out exactly what was going on with him. She never did. 

"You like her! Why can I so easily picture you happily married to a sports writer? You could have six kids, and each one would play a different sport. One would play softball, one would be a kickass hockey player, one would play soccer, you'd probably have a ballerina-"

"Nat," he said, cutting her off with a laugh. "I'm not going to see her again. I gave her my number, but I haven't heard from her." He turned back to the bar to find that Shannon was alone again. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he stayed until last call.

"Bradley. She's probably covering game two! You could go back to Petco Park tomorrow."

"Yeah," he grunted. "She's definitely covering game two. She told me she was. Right after I gave her my number which she hasn't used. It was just a hookup, Nat."

"I'll buy you a ticket," she said, fishing out her own phone. "An early Christmas present."

"Don't you dare. The resale price is up to almost a thousand bucks for the nosebleed seats."

She sighed and said, "Fine. But you should still think about going."

----------------------------

After you spent most of your weekend in your hotel room doing research and writing, you decided to take a few hours off on Sunday afternoon. And it was during this time, when you went for a walk through Balboa Park, that you let yourself accept the fact that you'd been working like a maniac all weekend to try to keep your mind off of Bradley.  

Your hotel room smelled like his cologne or aftershave or maybe his laundry detergent. It was nice. Kind of comforting. You wanted to lay in bed with him until you smelled like it, too. But on Saturday morning, when you had thrown away the rogue condom wrapper, you decided it was better to throw away his phone number, too. You tried to rip that sheet out of your notebook since you no longer needed those stats, but you couldn't do it. Instead it was tucked away with your other work items, and you hoped you wouldn't cave and contact him.

After you took a shower, you grabbed your bag and your media pass and headed out early so you would have time to get some food when you got there. You liked that the ballparks usually served up local treats, and you'd get there in time to actually enjoy some fish tacos or a poke bowl tonight. You even thought about grabbing a local beer and drinking it on the main concourse before heading up to the box. You decided to go up and set down your computer and then find the beer cart.

But when you approached the narrow stairs that would take you up to the press box, you froze.

"Ace."

He was standing there, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, an earnest look on his handsome face.

"Bradley," you gasped as your heart thudded with excitement. "What are you doing here? Did you win another contest?"

"No," he said, shaking his head slowly. "I bought a ticket."

You knew the tickets were reselling at a premium price, and as he pushed away from the wall and dropped his arms to his sides, you asked, "Really? You're that much of a Padres fan?"

He shrugged and kind of shook his head, but your breath caught in your throat when he said, "You never texted me, Ace. I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single second, but you didn't text or call me."

He was close enough now that you could smell him, and you almost whimpered as your eyes fluttered closed. "You really wanted me to use your number?" you asked, meeting his eyes once again.

"Of course. That's why I wrote it down," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Shit, I shouldn't have come here to see you." He was blushing profusely and looking at the floor. "You wanted that to be a one time thing, didn't you?" he asked, glancing up at your eyes with a slight grimace on his face. 

Well now you weren't so sure. You thought he had just written his number down as a tactic. It wouldn't have been the first time you had a guy see how far he could get you to go while making you feel like you had some sort of safety net. Making you think he was really into you. But maybe Bradley actually was?  

"Bradley, I-"

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "In an effort to not completely ruin the perfection of Friday night in my mind, I'm gonna go."

You watched him turn, and he made it about ten steps before you ran to him, reaching for his bicep. "Bradley, wait." When he stopped, you bumped into him, but he steadied you. You swallowed hard. He was so attractive, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him all weekend. Inviting him back to your hotel room again had been a fun fantasy you'd indulged in since late Friday night. "Do you want to sit with me again? In the box?"

He looked surprised now. "Yeah."

"Okay." You linked your fingers with his and led him back to the stairs. He still looked a little tentative as you added, "Let's go."

When you used your card to open the door, you made it halfway up the stairs before you paused and turned to look at him. He was one step below you, and your height just about matched up with his. He still looked a little surprised, but there was a soft smile on his lips now, and you wrapped your fingers a little tighter around his.

"To be clear, did you buy a one thousand dollar ticket so you could stand at the bottom of these stairs and try to see me again tonight?"

"Yes," he said clearly and without hesitation. You shook your fingers free from his and wrapped both of your hands around the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss him. Your nose brushed along the side of his as you felt the prickle of his mustache against your skin. And then his hands were on your waist as he welcomed you into his arms. He parted his lips for you as you dragged your fingers up into his hair. Then he broke the kiss long enough to rasp, "I like you, Ace."

You kissed his lips once more before running your lips along his mustache. He squeezed your waist a little tighter as the door opened behind him. When you saw that it was Raya, another sports writer, you took Bradley by the hand again and led him all the way into the box.

"Don't get into any trouble today," you whispered, pushing him down into the same stool he had occupied on Friday night. "I got you in with my pass."

"I'll be so good," he promised, looking up at you with eyes far too innocent for the rest of his smirking face. And somehow you doubted it.

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Bradley couldn't keep his hands off you as you worked. He kept finding ways to trace little circles along your back. The pace of game two seemed to be a lot faster as the Angels got into a better groove against the Padres, and you were frantically keeping your stats as you typed away. 

"You want something else to eat?" he asked you between innings as you scribbled out some notes that he supposed must have made sense to you.

"Yes, please," you said, turning to smile at him. You watched Bradley stand, and he headed to the table lined with food. You seemed surprised that he had been sincere when he said he wanted you to text him. Yeah, he'd been joking around a little bit when he wrote his number down in your notebook, but he was kind of crushed when he hadn't heard from you. 

When Bradley turned to take the food back to that little spot you and he were sharing in the last row, he saw the reporter in front of you turn around and start giving you a hard time.

"You gonna bring your boyfriend to each game, New York?"

Bradley wanted to punch this asshole in the face, because who even made comments like that? But instead he watched you sigh dramatically and say, "At least I can get laid, Quincy. You're such a hater. Now turn around, I'm busy."

But Bradley did shoot Quincy a glare for good measure, and he didn't take his eyes off him until he had turned around. "More food," Bradley told you, setting the plate down where you could reach it without it being in your way. Then he settled onto his stool and draped his arm across the back of yours while you picked at the food. 

You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thanks," just as the Padres hit a home run. Bradley desperately wanted to cheer, but nobody cheered in the press box, apparently. So he sat quietly while you updated your stat sheet and ate a taco. 

"Which team do you cheer for, Ace?" he asked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. "You know, when you're not working and allowed to cheer."

Your lips parted in silence before you pressed them together, and then you said, "I never tell anyone my favorite teams."

Bradley examined your face for a beat. "You want to tell me, don't you?"

"Oh my god," you moaned, head tipped back. "Yeah, I actually do."

As Bradley shook from the laughter he was trying to hold in, you leaned in close to him. "You can tell me," he said, grinning. "I'll keep your secret."

You let your palm come to rest on his abs before sliding it along to his waist as you pressed your lips to his ear. "You can't tell anyone. Ever."

The feel of your lips on him, about to divulge something so important to your career had him pulling you closer. You laughed softly as your lips bumped his ear, and Bradley stifled a moan. 

"I won't say a word about it," he promised.

"My favorite team is the Toronto Blue Jays."

That was about to become Bradley's favorite team, too. Maybe he could go to a game with you when you were allowed to cheer. 

"Do you know what their mascot is named?" you asked as you eased yourself back into your seat. When he shook his head, you picked up your pencil and wrote in the margin of your stat sheet.

Ace.

Bradley laughed again. You had him smiling or laughing nonstop right now, and he couldn't believe it was already the eighth inning. It was getting late in the game now, but you were still writing. 

Do you want to come back to my hotel with me again?

And then he realized that this was the first time he'd thought about fucking you all day. 

Bradley leaned in close and kissed your neck a few times before he said, "Only if you save my number in your phone." Because as much as he'd been thinking yesterday about how good it felt to have sex with you, he wanted to hear from you when it wasn't a game day. He wanted to keep talking to you.

During the break at the end of the inning, you pulled your phone out and made a show of flipping to the previous page in your notebook and entering his phone number into your contacts list. Then you turned your phone screen away from him and typed something out, and he just waited to feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. When he did, he looked at his messages and saw that you had sent him a photo of you with the Toronto Blue Jays mascot. And you captioned it with: Be honest, which Ace do you think is cuter?

He typed out to you, I'm not sure if you knew this, but I'm wildly attracted to blue feathers.

When you looked at your phone again, your laughter was loud enough to have Quincy turning around and earning another glare from Bradley. And just as the ninth inning started, you texted Bradley one more time. I hope you replaced your wallet condom, Boy Scout Bradley. 

Truthfully, he had not. Getting lucky hadn't been his primary thought when he was just wanting to see you again. He muttered, "We're gonna need more than one, Ace."

And as your hand came to rest on his thigh, you tapped your lips with your pencil eraser. "I saw them for sale in the hotel lobby."

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You couldn't remember feeling this way ever before. At least not with someone you barely knew. Bradley had your bag on his shoulder and he was practically carrying you across the parking lot as you laughed. You liked him a lot. He came back to see you again today. He was so funny and sweet, and you should have texted him on Saturday. 

"You seem very eager," you whispered against his cheek as you kissed him at the crosswalk. You were running your hands all over his shoulders and dipping your hands inside his Padres jersey. 

He picked you up to carry you across the street with the crowd of other pedestrians. "I'm hoping you'll show me your blue feathers tonight," he rasped, making you laugh even more. 

"I knew you liked the other Ace better!"

He kissed your neck, and once he had you inside the hotel lobby, he said, "No, you're my favorite."

"Condoms," you whispered, pointing toward the small convenience shop next to the front desk. Bradley set you down and grabbed up all ten double packs of condoms and dumped them in front of the young guy who was working at the front desk.

"Is that all you needed, sir?"

Bradley pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, looking at you while he said, "Well no, that's not all I need." His gaze was openly needy as he looked at your face, lingering on your lips. You felt warm all over, and when Bradley had all twenty condoms in his hands again, you hooked your fingers though the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him toward the elevators. 

"Let's go, Boy Scout."

Bradley groaned as the elevator door opened and you pulled him inside. He stood before you with your computer bag, so many packs of condoms and an erection that you could plainly see behind his zipper. You giggled and ran your thumbnail up and down his zipper as you said, "You're adorable."

He swallowed hard as you led him out on the top floor and down the corridor toward your room. "Ace? Baby?"

"Yeah?" you asked, unlocking the door as he stood behind you and let you feel him pressed to your lower back.

"Maybe you should finish writing your article first? I don't want you to get too close to your deadline again."

You opened the door and backed into the room, pulling him in with you. "No," you whispered before you kissed him hard. "I want you right now."

You grabbed one of the double packs of condoms from his hands, and he let the rest of them fall to the floor. The smile that you and he shared had your tummy doing somersaults as he gently set down your computer bag. You continued to back up slowly to the bed as he followed you. When you toed off your shoes, you watched him pause to pull his off as well. And then you were holding up the condoms and walking backwards across the bed on your knees until you reached the middle. 

Bradley was frozen, just staring at you with a crooked smile on his face and his hands on his zipper. "I'm waiting," you whispered. And then you weren't waiting anymore at all, because Bradley was on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as his weight pushed you down into the bedding.

You moaned into his kisses as you ran your fingers through his hair. He already felt, smelled and sounded familiar to you. He tugged on your shirt until he was kissing you through your bra.

"You don't taste like beer today," he murmured against your skin, teasing you with his mustache. 

"No, you managed not to spill," you replied, pulling your own shirt off as he unhooked your bra. His mouth was all over your breasts once he tossed your bra on the floor, and you were arching your back up against him. "You feel good."

He groaned into your skin while you felt him grind against your core through way too much fabric. "Ace." His hands were cupping your breasts as he let his lips drift down your belly until he was kissing along the top of your jeans. You unbuttoned and unzipped your pants and let him pull them down your legs. And then he was still fully clothed, giving you head just like two nights ago.

He was good at it, too. But when you started to touch your own breasts, he got distracted, lips grazing your clit as he watched you. When he lazily brought the pad of his thumb up along your slit and started teasing you, the sounds you made were so needy. You thought he could probably get you off like this if you wanted him to. 

But you sat up and made quick work of his jersey buttons while he slipped his index finger inside you. "Bradley," you moaned softly as he kissed your neck and finger fucked you. He just seemed to want to make you feel good, and your hands stalled as you pushed his jersey down off both of his shoulders. Your palms came to rest on his warm biceps, and you could feel his arm muscles working as he fingered you. 

"Tell me what you want, Ace," he grunted, stroking your clit with his thumb. He'd said that on Friday as well. 

"I want you naked and inside me."

He let you undress him then, and you took his cock in both of your hands. You watched him roll onto his back as you teased him with your fingers, running your nails down along his thighs. The veins in his neck were strained, and his cheeks were flushed as his eyes darted from your face down to your hands and back up. He was glorious. Huge everywhere. Tan and muscular and perfect. So hard and eager to please. 

When you straddled his hips and planted your hands on his shoulders, he pulled you to him, kissing your lips until you were laying flat on him. His length was gliding through your soaked pussy, and you moaned at the feel of him rubbing slowly against your clit. You mumbled his name, but he just kissed your lips harder, wrapping those big hands around your hips. 

With each little movement of your hips grinding against him, you were closer to fucking him, so you gasped, "Condom." 

"Mmhmm," he hummed, one big hand at the middle of your back while he reached blindly around the bedding in search of the small package. His lips were still soft and perfect on yours, unhurried as he handed you the condoms. You pressed your forehead to his as you fumbled trying to open one of them, and then you were sitting up between his legs, rolling it down his length, ready to go.

You guided yourself down around his cock, and he felt incredible, just like before. "Oh god," you whined softly, taking every inch of him while he grasped your thighs hard. 

"So pretty," he whispered, watching you fucking him. Soon you were riding him fast and rough, bracing your hands on his abs. You couldn't even talk or formulate words as you whimpered, because he was hitting that sweet spot inside you. With every movement you were getting closer, and Bradley looked like he was struggling to keep it together. 

You took his right hand, and brought it up to your mouth, sucking on his index and middle fingers to get them wet. "Baby, it feels too good," he groaned, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. Then you guided his hand down to your clit, and you started cumming almost instantly. You held onto his wrist, rubbing your clit against his fingers with each stroke of your pussy along his cock.

Loud, incoherent noises filled the room as you came, riding him without finesse, head tipped back. And then Bradley was sitting up, right arm wrapped around your waist while he braced himself with his left palm on the bed. He whispered praise against your skin, pausing to kiss you as he thrust his hips up to fuck you as you came down from your high. "You're so hot. So good."

He sucked on your neck before his movements became jerky, and then he was chanting Ace! as he came too. He collapsed back against the bed with you held tightly to his chest, and you ran your fingers along his sweaty neck and up to stroke his jaw.

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Bradley had nearly fallen asleep with your warm body draped over his and his soft cock still buried inside you. And then your phone alarm went off, and you were instantly scrambling to find your jeans amongst the pile of clothing on the floor.

"Shit," you muttered, glancing at him as you silenced your phone and checked the time. "I need to finish writing and submit my piece."

Bradley nodded and rolled onto his side and reached for a tissue to take care of the used condom. The last thing he wanted to do was go home now, but you had work to do, and he needed to be on base in the morning. He stood as you scooped his jersey up off the floor, but instead of handing it to him, you slipped it on. It fit you like a cute, little dress. 

"My article is almost done," you murmured, retrieving your bag from near the door where he had set it down earlier. He smiled as you stepped around all the other packs of condoms. "I just need to add in my stats and proofread everything."

"Okay," he whispered, unwilling to break the spell that he felt like he was under when he was in your presence. "I can head out." He started to reach for his undershirt and boxer briefs, figuring you could just keep his jersey if you wanted to wear it. 

But Bradley found himself wanting to ask if he could see you again. You saved his phone number this time, and while you were going up to Los Angeles for game three, he was hoping you'd be back in San Diego again. He was almost pissed now that the Padres were up two games to none in the World Series, because the more games that these two teams played, the longer you'd be in California. And LA was a hell of a lot closer to San Diego than New York City was.

As he held his clothes in his hand, you bit your lip and looked at him while your computer booted up. "You can stay. If you want?"

He froze, trying to process what you meant. "Stay?"

"Yeah," you whispered, taking him by the hand. "While I write."

He instantly dropped everything back to the floor as you pulled him to the desk chair. He sat down and then you sat on his naked thigh, entering your impressively long password and pulling up your mostly completed article. You flipped through your notebook to your stats sheet, and Bradley let his hand come to rest on your leg. 

"You wanna help me?" you asked, typing away. "Tell me when Soto was on third."

Bradley skimmed the sheet and found the information. "Bottom of the sixth inning. Right before Grisham hit a double." He leaned in and kissed your neck as you murmured thanks. 

"And when did Hill replace Darvish?"

Bradley read your sloppy notes and smiled. "Halfway through the seventh inning."

"Perfect," you whispered, and Bradley held you quietly as you scrolled to the top of your article and read it out loud. Your voice was captivating, and you somehow made the game he had seen in person even more interesting. He chuckled at the part where you mentioned how the Angels' coach had tripped coming out of the bullpen, and you smiled at him over your shoulder before you finished reading. 

"Damn, Ace," he muttered as you saved it one last time and logged in to submit the article. "That was brilliant." Bradley was getting hard again. Some sort of combination of what you said and how you said it turned him on. 

You closed your computer and laughed softly, nudging his erection with your knee as you turned in his arms. You glanced down at his cock, standing at attention for you, and Bradley could feel himself blushing. "Oh," you gasped, running your fingernails along his length as you grinned. "Eager again."

Bradley groaned and let his head tip back as you kissed his neck. "I think I'm always going to be eager for you. Talking about sports and wearing my Padres jersey are certainly helping."

Your laughter was his undoing as your lips met his warm cheek, and then Bradley watched your face as your pussy cradled his cock so that he was gently throbbing against your clit. "How many more condoms do we have?" you asked, fingers in his chest hair. 

"Nineteen," he replied, voice deep and raspy with need. 

"I'll be right back," you promised, kissing his lips before you stood and grabbed the unused condom from the bed. His jersey was open, offering him a peek here and there of your tits and belly as you moved. Then you were rolling this condom into place and straddling his hips on the chair.

Bradley pulled the jersey open wider so he could watch you sink around his cock. You felt like perfection, and the way your body looked as you took him was making him dizzy.

"You know," you sighed as he bottomed out inside you, "if the Angels start a different pitcher for game three, it could really throw off the Padres plans."

"Yeah?" he asked, stroking the soft skin of your waist as you rolled your hips. "Tell me more."

"Mmm, well, they've been following the same plan the whole season, right?" you asked, your lips grazing his as you spoke. 

"Yeah, they have," Bradley agreed, already ridiculously close as you fed him this brand of dirty talk.

"I think they should try something new and start Hermans instead," you whined, kissing him hard as you rode him.

"Are you trying to turn me on right now, Ace?"

"Yeah," you gasped as you fucked him harder. "Is it working?"

"You know it is, Baby," he groaned, grinding his hips up to meet yours. "Fuck, you already know how to make me wild."

Then you were gasping out pitching stats, your voice breaking as you rode him so well. Bradley was barely keeping it together, and then your fingers were in his hair, tugging at the roots. He knew what to do now; he licked his fingers and brought them to your tight clit, and your eyes went wide. 

"Yes!" you gasped, seemingly surprised that he had you cumming almost instantly. And the sight of your tits bouncing in his face was the last thing he saw before he sucked on your nipples and came hard.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck as his breathing evened out. He was trying to focus on your words, because they sounded very important. "If the Padres sweep the Angels, then I won't be back in San Diego. But if they go to a game six scenario, maybe we can see each other again?"

Yes, your words were very, very important. He wanted you to come back to San Diego, but he was determined to see you even if you didn't. "I could come up to LA. Get a ticket for game three. If you want."

You pulled away from him, and then Bradley was looking up into your surprised eyes. "Yeah?" you asked softly. 

"Sure, Ace," he mumbled, running his knuckles along the soft valley between your breasts. "I'd love to. But it's up to you."

Your voice was soft. "Okay."

Then Bradley kissed your lips and said what was on his mind. "We should keep doing this. Me and you. Until the World Series ends. Until you have to leave California."

He could feel your pussy squeeze his soft cock as you started kissing him and running your fingers through his hair. And a few minutes later, he had you in your hotel room bed, snuggling up with your back pressed to the front of his body as you both fell asleep. 

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Bradley is out there dropping a cool grand just to try to verify if that was actually a one night stand or not. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

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[wittywords]

hi so a lil update. for those of you who don't know my whole thing is reading the oxford dictionary. like I'm not just picking random words on the internet, I actually plan to finish OED. I started last spring and I'm almost done with letter H (still haven't made the posts but I have the words saved in a document). it's going a bit slower that I wanted because I'm still in school but I want to finish it by the end of the year

there's also the problem with me not having an OED subscription which means that I can't see longer definitions. like the website only let's you see the beginning which sucks because I have a document full of definitions I need to complete. my plan is to wait until summer when I'll have more free time to pay for a subscription and search all those words. there's no way I'm paying for more than a couple of months I just can't afford that right now. because of it I'll probably start posting words starting with A again which is ruining the whole vibe of the blog but oh well what can you do

also when I'm done like DONE with everything I want to start making lists with words in different categories (like words that appeared in the 90s, love-related words, words starting with letter whatever, you get the idea). and maybe post some writing tips and resources as well in the meantime

I'm debating whether I should make a Patreon or make a blog with WordPress and earn money through ads. like on one hand I don't really like ads but on the other I know what it's like to be a young writer and rely on free resources posted by other writers and I don't want to put my stuff on Patreon and demand payment for other people to be able to read it, but I have over 3,5k followers and I had a link to my ko-fi for months in my bio and I haven't seen one dollar so relying on donations is out of the question

I spent over a hundred hours on this project and who knows how much longer it's gonna take me to finish it and I feel like I deserve to earn something after all this work. and also I need money. so yeah. tell me in the comments what you think

edit: I think I'm gonna go with the second idea and make a blog with WordPress or some other platform

[dreamings-free]

Louis about LT3

a summary UPDATED 5/2/25

Sep 2022 first time Louis mentions a 3rd album. Louis is quoted in Euphoria Magazine saying: “Ideally, I’d like to try and write the next record before I go on tour next year. I want to do something similar to what I’ve done this past year.” (but from what we know now it seems it didn't play out that way..)

Sep 14th 2022 Louis leaves a comment on Faith In The Future co-writer Nico Rebscher's instagram post about Out Of My System saying "Can’t wait to do more on the next album!"

Jan 2023 Louis is on holiday in Cabo, Mexico and is spotted travelling with his guitar - maybe in case inspiration strikes!?

Feb 22nd 2023 Louis is seen "a tiny village with a recording studio in it". A few days later both Louis and Matt Vines likes an instagram post by Faith In The Future co-writer David Sneddon captioned "Spent the week at @ angelicstudiouk with friends and heroes." Another FITF co-writer Theo Hutchcraft is seen in one of the photos.

May 11th 2023 Louis tweets: "Also probably shouldn’t mention this so early in the process but I’m feeling really confident creatively, just finished a week of writing and it was unbelievable. Exciting!"

May 13th 2023 When asked about the next album at the LA screening of All Of Those Voices, he answered: “I recently just started, yeah. The majority have been my own, but some of the lyrics is less direct, so it’s maybe not quite as specifically about me but,I felt really fulfilled, the last couple of writing sessions I’ve done have been really, really good.”

Nov 23rd 2023 Louis gets asked about album 3 at the Rolling Stone UK Awards and is quoted saying: “It’s funny, I wrote maybe 4 or 5 tunes in one of the breaks of the tour legs, and actually, I just wanna spend a bit of time. I’m really excited for those songs, but I don’t know when the next records gonna come and the thing about me is when I start writing, I’m just desperate to release things as soon as a possible, so I wanna take a bit of time on this record. So when that might be, who knows.” He also talks a bit about potential collaborators and mentions DMA'S.

Jan 20th 2024 Louis follows producer James Ellis Ford who has worked with Arctic Monkey, Gorillaz and many, many more.

Jan 24th 2024 When asked in a twitter Q&A if he has "a concept in mind already for the next album?" his answer was: "Started drawing the outline in my head". He also told fans asking at the meet 'n' greet in Jakarta that it would be "soon, in my context of the word" 😜

Mar 30th 2024 At the Tecate Pa'l Norte press conference he said: “At the moment, um— to be honest, I haven’t really— the question was what I listen to which is a slightly different thing but; I haven’t really given the next record real thought yet. Obviously it’s been on my mind. But in terms of conceptually, or even finding references, I’m not really at that point yet because I’ve done a lot of touring— just kind of getting that out of the way before I really start thinking about that proper.”

April 4th 2024 He told Chilean radio station Bio Bio: “I have written a couple of songs, but when I was writing them I wasn’t thinking about what they would be for a new album, they were just written to give me something to write and not put pressure on those songs. But I think I will start the work on a new album at the end of this year, maybe.” futher elaborating to Radio Disney Chile: “The good thing about this record is I’m gonna have plenty of time to experiment and with that it gives you plenty of room to just kind of find where the edges of the record live. So yeah I’m looking forward to getting into the process, but like I said I’ve been loving touring at the moment so just been kind of sticking to that.”.

He also told Paraguayan radio station HEI Now: “Of course there’ll be a new album. When? I’m not overly sure. I think I’ll probably start writing at the end of the year. I just wanna let as much life in first and then I can really start emoting and writing.”

June 2024 In the FITF tour LatAm recap video posted to Louis’ instagram 25/6 he says: “At some point I gotta think about the next record, but.. I’m a bit scared of that, truthfully right now, feel like I’ve been enjoying the success of Faith in The Future for.. quite a while. And yes, it’s been the pressure of the shows but I delivered what I think was a good record and a record that was successful. So now going into the next cycle it’s a little bit.. a little bit tentative going into it. I know that’ll change once I get off the road and really start thinking about the essence of the record and the concept of the record and stuff like that. But right now.. yeah, I’m just thinking about the festivals, I’m excited for those.” (he also talks - in past tense about playing in Mexico City and about the upcoming Away From Home Festival, so we can assume this interview was done somewhere in early June)

August 4th 2024 Responding to a fan sign at Santander Music Festival that said "How close R we to the next album 1-5?" showing three - possibly four? - fingers! meaning the album is 3/5 (or 4/5?) done!

Oct 4th 2024 curious activity across Louis' socials; on twitter the header image was changed from the Louis Tomlinson : Live album graphic to just the cover image and the Faith In The Future tweet was unpinned (like it was on Louis' insta 9/9). on Louis' instagram the bio text was cleared and the link to louist.lnk.to/live was also removed.

Oct 6th 2024 Louis replies to a fan on twitter asking if new music is coming with "Only been off tour 2 minutes. The next record is going to be my best yet but need chance to let life in first!"

Nov 29th 2024 Louis is seemingly working on music. He posts an instagram story with an ipad and a guitar with a diy pen capo.

Jan 28th 2025 Louis tweets “Had a good break, looking forward to getting back to it. [..] Excited about the next few months of writing as well. Big year incoming!”

Feb 4th 2025 on the podcast The Champ & Contender songwriter David Sneddon, who worker with Louis on with Louis on multiple tracks off Faith In The Future, mentioned they're currently working on LT3 !! “There’s a song on [Louis'] last record.. we’re in the middle of doing his new one..” 👀

tbc...

[felassan]

This post is a follow-on to [this post].

Some more Bluesky posts by David Gaider:

David Gaider: "The Road to Summerfall - Part 3 I haven't talked a lot about the two years I spent at Beamdog (between 2016 and 2018) mainly because, well, ultimately nothing came of it. I worked on two projects, both of which ended up cancelled. Still, I think the time I spent there was ultimately worthwhile." [x]

(Rest of post is under a cut due to length.)

"After leaving BioWare, I was understandably in a bit of a funk. I talked to my friends at length about how I wanted to start a studio, but for that you really need two things: someone to handle the biz dev side, who can start the company and talk to publishers, and someone to work on the project." [x] "I was the latter, certainly, but even then my options were limited. I could put together a design, but I couldn't *make* a game on my own without engineering and art skills, and I had neither. So whatever design I made would need to be pitched to publishers, and for that I needed the biz dev person." [x] "Yet I didn't know anyone like that yet. And this really is a case where you either do or don't, because you can't just *join* a start up as a co-founder unless you know someone involved first. The only other way is by being hired as an employee. Nobody *hires* co-founders, unless you're truly lucky." [x]

"Around this time, I ran into Trent Oster at my local gym. Trent used to work at BioWare (as a co-founder, and was, at one time, one of the Project Directors on DAO) and left to found Beamdog - a small Edmonton studio which, at that time, had mostly done re-makes of BioWare's Infinity Engine games." [x] "He told me Beamdog was starting to do their own projects. They were finishing Siege of Dragonspear, an expansion for BG1, but more importantly were also up to something else: a sequel to Planescape: Torment, for which they had Chris Avellone on board as a consultant. Now THAT caught my interest." [x] "After all, making a sequel to one of the most beloved Infinity Engine titles? In the Planescape setting, which I adored, and which gave license to break all the "standard" rules of CRPG's? Yes, please! Under that premise, I warily agreed - and by March of 2016 I was Beamdog's new Creative Director." [x]

"Initially, I was diverted onto doing a treatment for a possible BG3 - which I did, but we quickly learned that Wizards of the Coast (WotC) had already passed this onto a triple-A developer. We *suspected* this was Larian, and at that point: fair enough! There was no way Beamdog could match that!" [x] "Thus, I spent the next year training a pair of brilliant young writers and (with Chris Avellone's help) put together a plan for what ended up being called Planescape: Unraveled, where you played one of three aspects of Ravel Puzzlewell racing against time to solve the mystery of your own existence." [x] "I was proud of this one, let me tell you. It was sharp, it had great NPC's, WotC was so excited about it they were willing to move up their plans for 3rd edition Planescape and include some of the characters and seismic events from the game in the setting reboot. We were ready to start writing!" [x]

"The problem? Funding. WotC wasn't in a place to do more than give a stamp of approval, and the publishers we met... well, Trent knows more than I do, but I think there was a perception that Planescape wasn't very successful or commercial. Or maybe they just didn't have confidence in Beamdog, or me." [x] "Whatever the problem, we couldn't sell it... and by the end of 2016, we had to put Planescape: Unraveled on the shelf and start something new. Which killed me, and I almost moved on right then, but then Trent gave me license to move onto a pet project of mine: a game which became Cold West." [x] "See, I had a long-standing itch to make something Weird West. I'd pitched an idea for an Old West exorcist game to Bio back in the day (to blank stares and "thanks for the pitch"), but here I had the chance to actually develop it into something? OK, yes. For that, I'll keep going. And I did." [x]

"Thus, we made a game that took place in Alberta (the Canadian province where Edmonton is) in 1881, but with demons and magic and dark fae. It gave me a chance to do history research about Canada's Old West period and especially its aboriginal history, something home-grown, and it felt REALLY cool." [x] "Even with a great playable prototype showing off the turn-based combat, however: we couldn't sell it. Weird West isn't a popular genre, I suppose, but whatever the problem was once again the publishers Beamdog spoke to all passed. Once again, we were all ready to start writing and had to shelve it." [x] "I was gutted. Two cancellations in a row? I always had the feeling Trent didn't think either of these games had much commercial appeal, but - to his credit - he let them happen. Now, however, it was time to make something more conventionally commercial. Time for Beamdog, perhaps, but not for me." [x] "I would have left by this point anyhow, I think, but it just so happened I'd recently made a friend who was maybe that very biz dev-oriented person one needed to start a studio... and who wanted to do just that. So, as I left Beamdog at the start of 2018, this time it was with a plan. Maybe. 😅" [x]

[original thread, following thread, latest thread]

Follow-up and other recent Q&A Bluesky posts:

Mike Laidlaw: "Dave’s making me blush in [this thread]. Happy memories working together even if the entire writing team would wince every time I walked in their room and said, “Soooo…..” and clapped-clasped my hands. It was and still is my “bad news is a-comin’” tell." [x] David Gaider: "I still tell tales to the youngins about your "So!" power move and the sheer terror it would inspire in me each and every time. 😅" [x] "And the grin. The grin that contained a self-awareness of the pain he was about to inflict, and which he took no personal joy in, but By God it was going to happen anyhow." [x]

DG: "While I was at BioWare, EA *always* preferred Mass Effect, straight up Their Marketing team liked it more. It was modern. It had action. They never quite knew what to do with DA, and whenever DA outperformed ME, ME got the excuses. If you ask me, it was always just shy of the axe since DA Origins." [x] Allan Schumacher: "I felt this percolated down to people in studio as well. ME was the prestige franchise, while DA was the plucky one that was too wild west and had low standards." [x] DG: "It was kind of hard to get away from the feeling that the Dragon Age team was BioWare's "B team", wasn't it? Even when Mass Effect didn't do as well as Dragon Age, there was a kind of certainty that this was a fluke and Mass Effect ultimately had more *potential*." [x]

User: "I've always wondered how close Beamdog got to doing BG3 and if there was anything planned in advance before it ended up with Larian." DG: "I answered this in the latest thread. Beamdog made a pitch for a BG3, but it was already in Larian's hands by that point. So never more than a pitch." [x]

[original thread, following thread, latest thread]

[bwabys-scenarios]

please please please PLEASE write a nanami fic (jjk)

nanami is at his desk doing some paperwork and the reader is just so needy, so she starts dry humping his thigh

you can take it as far as you’d like >:3

- :3

Needy Wife

Nanami x Fem!Reader

warning: dry humping, creampie

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: requests open, but I prefer HXH requests. If you’re going to request JJK, please make it interesting/detailed or give me a good prompt!

taglist: @desiray562

if you would like to be added to the NSFW taglist, comment a ❤️!! make sure you have your AGE in your bio, and that you’re able to be tagged/mentioned!

It was another long day for Nanami, the man having to do paperwork even after coming home from his job. His cute wife, you, had been hoping for some fun and quality time spent with your husband, but were thoroughly disappointed when all you got was a hasty kiss on the cheek after his arrival.

“Sorry, darling, I have more work to do. Call me when dinner is ready.”

Nanami brushed last you, entering his office and closing the door behind him. It was enough to leave you standing there, a pout forming on your face.

You’d put on a nice set of lingerie under your dress, hoping to surprise him after work, but now he was shut away in his office.

For the first 30 minutes, you attempted to busy yourself with cooking dinner, but after everything was put in the oven and the timer was set, you now had nothing else to distract you from the warmth pooling between your legs.

Before you could stop yourself, you snuck towards Nanami’s office, trying to ignore how wet you were getting just by thinking about what you were about to do.

“Nanami? Can I come in?”

You ask as you knock on the door. Nanami grunts before answering. “The doors open, angel.”

You smile, opening the door to see your husband sitting at his desk, rubbing his temple as he looked over paper after paper, occasionally picking up his pen to write something down.

“Is there something you need, (Name)?”

You squirm in your spot, watching as he sets his pen down to look at you. He raises an eyebrow at your expression, leaning back in his chair slightly.

“Can I… sit with you? I missed you today…”

He looked at you for a few seconds, seeming to contemplate your question before giving you a quick nod. “Come on.”

You scurried over to him, happily climbing into his lap, one of his large thighs between your legs. For a few minutes, you stayed still, waiting for him to relax before you slowly started to grind against his thigh.

The man instantly stopped what he was doing, his hand moving to grip your hip. “(Name)? What do you think you’re doing?”

You could tell by the strength of his grip that you’d surprised him, so you whine a little, trying to buck your hips against him. “You’ve been so busy lately, so I wanted to…”

He sighs, removing his hand and instead wrapping it around your waist so you could continue your movements. “… my apologies, carry on.”

Despite his calm and collected tone, you could see the bulge already beginning to form in his pants as you began to move again, soft whimpers and moans escaping your lips. “Mmph, Kento…”

He stopped writing again at the sound of you moaning out his name, using his free hand to slip into your panties, rubbing at your clit. “I’ve been neglecting my lovely wife, haven’t I? Give me 10 more minutes and I’ll be all yours for the night.”

He removed his hand from your pussy, tapping them against your lips to signal you to open your mouth. As you continued to grind against him, you sucked on his wet digits, tasting yourself.

As you got closer to your climax, you began to move faster, panting and whining. “K-Kento, gonna-“

Before you could even think, you were being bent over his desk, your new panties being ripped off and Nanami’s fat cock being shoved into you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, a hand pressed firmly against the small of your back as he pounded into you.

“My poor wife, so needy and spoiled. Is this what you wanted?”

He took the rest of the night off to show you just how much he loves you, giving you creampie after creampie for each day you went without his love and appreciation.

[paper-possum-party-pal]

Meet The Narrator!

And it appears that there are two other characters to unlock in this lineup!

I’ll give you all the lore for main tsp AU once I reveal the design for the final character, but for now you get to learn about my Narrator!

The Narrator is a being known as an Informis Voxumis that has spent years observing humanity. The Narrator and other beings like him do not have natural physical forms, they’re just a voice/consciousness stretched across planes of dimensions and reality. This existence intersecting these planes can allow them to build physical forms for themselves, but it’s incredibly difficult to do so considering the matter that needs to be pieced together in a functional manner. It’s a miracle that The Narrator would eventually manage to pull it off. Informis Voxumis, or ‘Voices’ for something simpler, existed across the galaxy since near the beginning of time, but their numbers have dwindled to the point that The Narrator and his two cohorts have only interacted with each other, and while there’s still probably more out there, it’s unli they’ll ever meet. There are two more Entities similar to the Informis Voxumis that are also watching over Earth and the three Voices, but that’s a story for another day.

The Narrator’s Bio!

(The Narrators fear and disdain for humanity is completely warranted. Not only are living things, to him, gross meat things that do awful gross stuff, but intelligent mortal beings are fully capable of killing or controlling the Informis Voxumis. How? Oh I definitely totally remember how and am certainly not stalling to tell you when I figure it out)

After spending years watching humanity The Narrator begins to grow bored, and while he’s weary about interacting with any aspect of Earth, he’s become insatiably curious. The Narrator gets the clever idea (in his opinion) to create a human and place it in a little sandbox he’s created to study the idiosyncrasies of humanity.

This is the start of The Parable.

Unfortunately for The Narrator, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing and while he thinks he’s making a completely original human, he’s actually plucked the recently deceased soul of one Stanley and has begun fiddling around with it. The original Stanley is mostly lost in this process, and beyond the few remanents left of Stanley, he is nothing more than a shell of what he once was, so at first he doesn’t really do much. The Narrator then has to tweak Stanley until he can move around, understand orders, etc. This creates a new Stanley with no memories of the past beyond what the Narrator has shoved into him for his character. This new Stanley starts out curious and optimistic, but you know how the story goes by now. He loses that optimism, starts doing everything he can to go against and irritate The Narrator, and they start butting heads. This begins their on again off again friendship and rivalry.

I’m still deciding when in the timeline it happens exactly, but The Narrator eventually makes his human form, partly to prove that he’s better than humanity and that he’d make a great human. Another repressed part of him did it because he was curious and lonely, and the most repressed part of him did it because he noticed how lonely, depressed, and touch starved Stanley was becoming. He doesn’t use it for a long time after making it, he hides it and doesn’t tell Stanley, but eventually he’s given the push he needed to try it out and finally greet Stanley in person.

He is immediately punched in the face.

Stanley doesn’t apologize, which is warranted, but that’s the moment they really start over and try to get along better.

That’s one(ish?) part done. Sorry if I’ve rambled on too much or if it’s disjointed. I’m honestly not used to writing things down like this and I needed to put what I had in my head out into the world. I’ll probably write a more comprehensive document or something, maybe answer questions, idk. It probably doesn’t help that there are certain aspects of this AU that I’m still trying to develop. I’ll need to make a separate things so I can make it clear exactly what’s going on with Stanley.

One final note, my Narrator does share a human name with one of @shinakazami1 Narrator’s from her lovely Ao3 fic “Destiny Surely Likes to Play Tricks” that she made with Taking_L’s. I wanted to make sure they got proper credit, and if you haven’t read it already, you really should! I’ll be posting a link to the fic separately since this post is already long enough.

Congrats if you managed to wade through my idea speghetti, good job! And thanks for all your lovely words in my last posts, it really makes my day!

The first image but without the character shadows

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Three’s Company - Wednesday Addams x Joel Glicker x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Becky’s daughter from a previous marriage, you’re forced to spend your summers at Camp Chipewa. This year, your long time friend (and crush) Joel Glicker has been forced to attend. He’s got eyes for the new girl, and you’re not one to fight for a boys attention. Will you make friends with the strange girl, or will you envy her?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 9,183

Warnings: underage smoking, thinly veiled racism, mostly canon compliant, slow burn, unrequited love (but not actually), full on spoilers for Addams Family Values, friends to lovers, bisexual reader, bisexual wednesday

Disclaimer: Reader is meant to be the same age as Wednesday and Joel. Trans fem, poc, and plus size reader friendly. You are Becky’s biological daughter but I didn’t specify any defining characteristics nor anything about the bio dad. If you feel like I’m wrong please feel free to tell me. I had a big ol crush on these two as a kid and after learning Joel is played by the same guy that plays Bernard, another childhood crush, I knew I had to write something for my younger self.

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The year was 1993 and it was summer once again. Unfortunately for you, that meant the next few months would be spent cleaning up Camp Chippewa owned by your mother and step father and then “helping” the campers have a good time. Yeah, right. For years your mom and Gary have tried to get you to be a camp counsellor, but you would rather be burned at the stake. You think they’ve given up, thinking you’re in your “moody teenager” phase and will grow to love the place. Fat chance. This place has been your prison since you were young.

The camp had finally opened and the campers and their parents starts pouring in. Old friends greeted each other again as you sat on a stump near by smoking a cigarette. You actually hated cigarettes, the taste and the smell was disgusting to you but it pissed Gary and your mom off and that’s more satisfying. You planned on only smoking of a while but unfortunately, you got hooked. You knew it wasn’t fair to the other kids to be around that but they were all spoiled little rich brats anyway.

Speaking of, you watched as Amanda Buckman introduced herself to a young girl and her family all dressed in black. You had been watching them for a while, you liked their style and thought they were odd against the sea of pastels.

Amanda was definitely your mom and Gary’s favourite. You could tell they wished she was their daughter instead of you and she ate that up. Whatever, they’re all shallow and boring anyway.

“Why do you look like that?” You heard Amanda sneer. God, you could just punch her.

“Like what?” The daughter of the family responded.

“Like you’re going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?” It’s called ‘being cool’, Amanda. Look it up. You rolled your eyes as you took another drag of your cigarette, finishing it off before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it to put it out.

“Wait.” The girl replied, almost threateningly.

You snorted as you passed by them and said under your breath. “God, I hope it’s me.”

You could hear Amanda’s parents start to introduce themselves as you walked away. You noticed a familiar face in the crowd and made your way towards them, your spirits lifting knowing you won’t be alone this year.

Before you could reach them, your hand was grabbed by your mother and she turned you around and forced you to stay put, one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen on her face. It also held a secret warning ‘don’t embarrass us’.

Gary blew that god awful whistle which made you want to rip it from him and throw it in the lake. Everyone quieted down and turned towards you. God, this is torture.

“Attention! Hey, listen up everybody! I’m Gary Granger!”

“And I’m Becky-Martin Granger! And this is our daughter, (Y/N) Martin-Granger.” She held your shoulders to keep you still as you scowled. “(Y/N) Martin…” you huffed, causing your mom to tighten her grip on you as a warning while everyone clapped.

“We’re the owners and directors here at Camp Chippewa. America’s foremost facility for, privileged young adults!” Gary explained. More like privileged little white middle class kids…

“And we’re all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!” Your mom squawked next to me.

“Because that’s what being privileged is all about!” Gary finished for her and they started clapping and jumping like toddlers. They were so delusional.

As everyone started going back to greeting their friends and talking, You slinked away from your mom and Gary and went over to where you were trying to go in the first place.

He seemed distracted as his parents fussed over him, his inhaler hanging out of his gaping mouth. “Joel?” You managed to snap him out of his daze and he looked over at you.

“(Y/N)! Hi. I-I forgot your parents owned this place.” He nervously stuttered. He always was shy and anxious, that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

“Wish I could say the same. Hello Mr. And Mrs. Glicker.” You addressed his parents.

“Hello…” Mrs. Glicker reluctantly replied. You’ve known the Glickers for years. Pretty much since you were a kid. You go to the same school as Joel and you were in the same class a few times in a row. You became pretty good friends pretty quickly and you started to harbour a little crush on the boy. His parents liked you when you were younger, but now that you’re older you think they disapprove of how you live and act but they also don’t want to ban Joel from seeing you due to him not having many friends. It’s just been you and Joel for years.

“Come on, Joel. I’ll show you around. It’s not gonna be as unbearable now that you’re here.” You smiled at him and lead him away from his overbearing parents.

“Hey…do you…know who that girl in all black was?” Joel nervously asked as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Uhhhh…” You tried to think back on who he may have been talking about and remembered the family that stuck out like a sore thumb. “Oh! Uh no, I don’t know her name but I know who you’re talking about. Why?” You had a feeling you knew why, but you wanted him to say it.

“Oh uh…” He hunched in on himself, something he does often. “Well I just…oh it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You like her don’t you. You think she’s cute.” You elbow him playfully. You didn’t get a good look at her but she seems to be close in age to you and she definitely wasn’t ugly.

“She’s not cute! She’s��she’s beautiful.”

That stung a little, not going to lie. But…you’re not going to fight for the attention of a man of all things.

~

Gary was out on the dock with a group of campers split into boys and girls. Wednesday, as you soon learned her name, and her brother Pugsley were the ones that stood out the most with their black swimsuits as per usual. Joel…well Joel looked like an idiot sported a huge mask and snorkel along with those huge flippers on his feet.

You were sat too far away on shore to hear what he was saying but suddenly Amanda jumped in the water and started flailing about and screaming for help in the most fake way possible.

You needed a cigarette.

As you got up and left, Joel watched you from the dock, feeling a little dejected that you left. Wednesday cocked an eyebrow in interest.

~

You were laying in your very uncomfortable bed as the girls told ghost stories. They had no idea what real horror was. They’d probably cry during a Halloween movie.

The girls let out a fake scream at Amanda’s shitty storytelling before she set the flashlight on Wednesday who was laying in her bed reading a book. How she could read that in the dark you couldn’t figure out.

“This is dumb.” She said, uninterested.

“Well if you can’t do it…” the blonde teased.

Wednesday shut her book and sat up, facing the others. “And so the next night, the ghost returned to the haunted cabin. And he said to the campers ‘None of you really believe in me. So I’ll have to prove my power.’ And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.”

You jumped as the girls started screaming bloody murder. You laughed at their horror of a rhinoplasty being undone. How pathetic.

Wednesday glanced over at you, amused that someone saw the dark humour in her story.

~

The next morning before breakfast, everyone was dressed and talking amongst themselves.

The door to the cabin opened and in walked Pugsley who immediately went for Wednesday’s bed in the corner.

“What are you doing in here?” Amanda screeched. “Get out! This is the girls cabin!”

“Shut up. He’s allowed to visit his sister.” You used your authority for once to make her drop it as you flicked your lighter open and closed.

Wednesday silently appreciated it as Amanda huffed.

About 10 minutes later the door opens once again with Gary coming through with Becky behind him.

“Mail call!” He announced. “Addams.” He handed Wednesday a letter.

“Barkley, Castleman, Callaway, Dexter, Dunman, Edwards, Evans, Finley, Fischer” Becky listed off.

“Oh no.” Wednesday stood up.

“What is it?” Pugsley asked.

You glanced over at them.

“This is unspeakable.”

“Is something wrong Wednesday? Bad news?” Your mom exaggerated a frown.

“This is the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of human events…” She turned to her brother. “Uncle Fester is getting married.”

“A wedding? But that’s great news!” Gary chimed in.

“Speak for yourself, homewrecker.” You whispered to yourself.

“To who?” Amanda sat up.

“The nanny.”

“Get out of the cabin!” She stood up. “I mean, I’d kill myself. The help?!” Holy shit you wanted to punch her.

“I’m sure she’s a very nice lady.” Becky said, although you could tell she agreed with Amanda.

“I think that’s disgusting.” The girl sneered. “I think their whole family’s like some weird medical experiment. I think they’re like, circus people.”

“Amanda!” You quickly sat up and shouted at her. Your mom made a face at you and made a gesture for you to calm down.

“What did you say?” Pugsley got defensive and stepped forward.

“Campers!” Becky yelled out and clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Group hug!” Everyone got out of their bunks and went to Becky and Gary to join in. Gary and your mom looked over at you expectantly.

“If you touch me, I’ll stab you.” You said as you had laid back down and were filing your nails.

Gary grimaced as your mom glared at you before they turned their attention to the Addams kids.

“Wednesday…” Gary broke from the group hug and made his way over to the two. “Pugsley…will a hug hurt us?”

“We don’t hug.” Wednesday replied.

“Ohh they’re just shy.” Becky reasoned.

“We’re not shy.” Pugsley started.

“We’re contagious.” Wednesday ended.

Gary and Becky retracted their hands awkwardly.

“I’m sensing some friction here. Something not quite Chippewa.” Gary said as a few of the girls nodded and agreed verbally. “But hey no problemo! All they need are good friends, good fun, and a little time in the Harmony Hut.”

Oh god…the Harmony Hut.

After the siblings were shown to the Harmony Hut you decided to go after them. You made your way to the small cabin away from everyone else, cigarette lit between your lips. You were going to need it if you were going back there.

When you finally got there, you dropped your cigarette and extinguished it. Before you could open the door, you heard screaming.

You quickly opened the door and looked to your left where Joel was pressed against the wall screaming in terror at a Michael Jackson poster on the opposite wall.

“Joel!” You hit his shoulder trying to get his attention. “Relax! It’s not like he’s actually here.”

Joel finally managed to calm down and reached in his pocket and pulled out his inhaler. You rolled your eyes and gently patted his back.

“What are you in for?” Wednesday asked as if she already asked this question.

“Nothing. I came here on my own free will.” You walked over to the white wicker seat that didn’t have a bunch of stuffed animals on it and sat down, spreading your legs and leaning back as you crossed your arms.

You looked around the place, a wave of nostalgia coming back. It held some good memories, but was also where a lot of trauma happened.

When you were younger, younger than the average campers age, your mom didn’t know what to do with you. She didn’t want to look after you and there wasn’t anyone else to watch you and she didn’t trust nanny’s. So, she had oh so graciously let you stay in the Harmony Hut. That’s mostly why it was so childish inside and why all the movies were Disney. You spent your whole summer in this cabin. Left alone for hours on end, only seeing someone if it was your mom or Gary coming to bring fetch you for mealtimes or if they stuck a “disobedient” kid inside with you. Most of the time those kids were nice and just misunderstood. It wasn’t until you were older that you were allowed to roam the campground freely if you promised to help out. You were excited at first, but quickly realized how awful your mom and Gary had been treating some of the kids that “weren’t normal”. Funny how they always ended up being the fat, non-white, non-able bodied, lower income kids. That really ticked you off. And anytime you tried to bring up their prejudices, they would brush you off and say you were too young to understand. That’s when you started to become defiant. And that’s when you started looking out of the little guys, the weirdos, the misfits. That’s why you had to watch over Joel. You knew he was going to be eaten alive.

“Why?” asked Pugsley.

“To watch you suffer…and to make sure Joel doesn’t go crazy.” You replied.

“We won’t suffer.” Wednesday retorts.

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“We’re Addamses!” Pugsley grins.

“Right….” You flopped your head back.

After a few minutes of silence Wednesday spoke up. “Are they really your parents?”

“What?” I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Gary and Becky. At orientation they said you’re their daughter. Is that really true?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Well, Becky is my biological mother. Gary is my step dad.”

“What happened to your actual dad?” Pugsley asked.

“I don’t know. I was an accident. My mother is too pro-life and refused to abort me. Although I think I would have preferred that. She never talks about him so I have no idea who he is or how to find him. Gary came into the picture and married my mom when I was 4. I never did like him. Life was alright until he came around.”

Joel fidgeted from his seat, he had taken the stuffed bears out of the other chair and threw them on the floor so he could sit down. He knew how much you didn’t like to talk about them.

“Speaking of marriage. Your uncle and the nanny, huh? That’s interesting.” You changed the topic.

“It’s awful.” Wednesday corrected.

“Right.” You sighed.

~

“(Y/N). (Y/N)!” Someone was shaking you awake.

“Ugh…what?” You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder, it was close to bedtime for the campers but you had fallen asleep sooner. You saw Amanda hovering over you.

“The weird kids and that nerd boy are trying to break out.” She snitched.

“So? Good for them.” You turned back around and closed your eyes.

“Ugh! You’re no help. I’m telling Beck and Gary.” She stomped off with her entourage of blondes.

You sighed and decided to get up and see what was going on, at least for Joel’s sake. The Addams kids could probably handle themselves.

You finally caught up to group as they were getting chastised.

“I have allergies.” Joel whimpered. Damn it…he was cute.

“Oh you’re allergic?” Becky mocked. “To sunshine, and archery, and crafts?” God she pissed you off. She knew he had actual allergies.

“Yes.” Joel snapped back. You had to hold back a snort.

“I think they should be punished.” Amanda smirked. “Punished! Punished! Punished!” She chanted, which caused other kids to step in.

“No! NO! We are not here to punish.” Becky corrected. “We are here to inspire.” She put her arm around Amanda’s shoulders.

“Campers…do you know what I think our little ninja friends here need?” Gary asked the group. “Do you know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right on around?”

“What?” Joel asked timidly and he moved from side to side.

Gary was handed a guitar and he strummed a tune before everyone started to sing ‘Kumbaya’. You immediately turned around and left. They were on their own now.

~

It was later in the night, you were unable to go back to sleep so you decided to have one last cigarette for the night. You really needed to quit but damn did it help.

You were walking around close to the lake. It was always quiet and peaceful at night. You noticed Wednesday never returned to the cabin. You suspected another trip to the Harmony Hut. That was, until you saw her, or at least the silhouette of her sat on a bench looking towards the lake next to Joel. You could faintly hear their conversation.

“Are you really allergic?” She inquired.

“Uh huh. To almost everything.” He replied

“No, you’re not.” She challenged.

“Am, too!” He defended. “I can’t have dairy products, or wear wool, or drink fluoridated water. Do you know what happens if my mom uses a fabric softener?” His mom had to be some kind of hypochondriac because you really don’t think he’s allergic to everything.

“What?” Wednesday asks.

“I die!” Joel says dramatically.

You watch as Wednesday scoots over to sit closer to him and sigh as you drop your cigarette on the ground and put it out before walking back to the cabin.

This sucks. But if she wants him, she can have him. She seems cool enough anyway, and Joel really likes her. It’s not worth getting in a petty cat fight over.

~

It was the next day and you were avoiding everyone. You didn’t even eat breakfast or lunch. You actually went back to the Harmony Hut since you knew no one would find you there. You had to mope around and mourn any chance you may have had with Joel. The sooner you do that. The sooner you can get over him.

You decided to cheer yourself up by getting back at that little blonde brat for all the shit she’s pulled so far.

You walked deep through the forest, a basket and thick rubber gloves on your hands. You saw what you were looking for just up ahead. Poison Ivy bushes.

You were covered to protect yourself from plant as you harvested some of the leaves, putting them in your basket. Once you had enough you stood up and stretched before picking up the basket, holding it in your elbow.

“What are you doing?” A monotone voice called out behind you causing you to jump and turn around.

“Jesus, Wednesday. You nearly scared me to death.” You huffed.

“Pity. That would’ve been a good show.” She tried to joke.

You huffed a laugh and answered her question. “I was picking Poison Ivy.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to rub it all over Amanda’s bed. Want to help me?” You asked.

Wednesday gave something sort of a small smile and nodded.

You both walked back to camp in silence until you spoke up. “So…you and Joel, huh?”

“What about him?”

“You like him.”

“I don’t hate him. But I don’t hate you either.” She clarifies.

“I don’t hate you either. I think you’re odd, but I like that. You’re different from everyone else and I enjoy it.” You smile.

“Thank you. I asked him to come with me to my Uncle Fester’s wedding. I have a pass and I’m allowed one guest.”

“I see. Well I hope you have fun. Or well…I suppose you won’t. So I hope you’re extremely unhappy.” I chuckle.

Wednesday smiles slightly at your understanding of her feelings. “You can come too if you’d like. Pugsley is allowed one guest too and he hasn’t chosen one yet.”

“Oh! I…I wouldn’t want to impose…” you stuttered. You were flattered that she offered it in the first place.

“You won’t be. No one will mind. They’re very understanding.” She assured.

“Thank you…” You both walked in silence a bit longer before Wednesday broke it this time.

“You like him don’t you?”

“Who?” You asked, although you had an idea who she was referring to.

“Joel.”

“Oh…um…well yes. He’s my friend. Has been for a very long time. Of course I like him.” You tried to deflect.

“You know what I mean.”

You sigh. “Yes…I do like him. I have for a while now. But it’s ok. I know he likes you and you like him as well. I’m not going to fight for his attention, he made his choice and I respect it. And if he were to have a crush on anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

Wednesday felt this strange feeling inside. She didn’t know what it was and she hated it. It felt weird. She respected your stance on the situation though.

~

It was the day of the Addams wedding. You were shocked that your mom actually let you go. Anything to get you away from her you guess.

Luckily you had an appropriate dress for the occasion, even luckier, you were encouraged to wear black which took up most of your wardrobe.

You sat next to Joel, who had put on a yarmulke for the occasion. He rarely ever wears it so you often forget he’s Jewish.

Wednesday walked down the aisle first, throwing dead flower petals on the ground followed by her brother holding a pillow which had a severed hand holding the ring on it. You wondered if that was a real hand.

Your answer came soon enough when it moved on its own which surprised you. But looking around at the family gathered around….You shouldn’t have been.

The only one that stuck out among the crowd of odd people dressed in black was the bride herself. Debbie you believe her name was. She wore a classic white wedding dress and she looked stunning.

As odd as everyone seemed to be…you really enjoyed being there. You loved how weird everyone was. You even got to meet Wednesday and Pugsley’s parents and wow…they were both so attractive.

You loved how attentive and loving they were to each other. You could feel the passion and respect radiating off of them. It made you yearn for a family as fun and accepting as this one.

The time came for the bouquet toss and you got lumped together with the other ladies although you had no interest. They fought over the pile of flowers before it was revealed that Wednesday had caught it.

“Now you have to get married.” Joel looked nervous.

“It’s not binding.” Wednesday replied, actually sounding a little embarrassed.

When the wedding was over, Joel and I were allowed to stay the night and Mr. And Mrs. Addams were gracious enough to give us our own rooms.

You were sat on the bed that was surprisingly comfortable despite looking all beat up. You were thinking back on how different your life could’ve been if you had a family as loving as Wednesday’s.

You wanted to smoke but felt like it was disrespectful to smoke in someone else’s house despite seeing Gomez and Pugsley sporting cigars earlier, this was their house after all, they could do what they wanted. You’d open the window but…it had bars on it for some reason.

You heard a soft knock on your door before it creaked open and Joel popped his head in.

“Hey, can I come in?” He timidly asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You moved over to make some room on the bed for him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…I just wanted to come say goodnight.” He sat beside you. “And…well…what do you think of their family?”

“Honestly? I think they’re really weird and kinda intimidating. But I like them. I find their weirdness endearing.” I sighed.

“Yeah…” He sounded a little distracted. “Wh-what do you think of Mr. And Mrs. Addams?”

“What don’t I think of them? They’re like the perfect couple. They love and respect each other, they have passion and affection that they aren’t afraid to show no matter the company. I hope to have something like they do one day.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighed. “And you will too. I know you will. There’s a lot to love about you.” He likes over at you and smiled.

You felt a blush heating up your face as you looked away from him.

“What about Wednesday? What do you think of her?” He pried.

“I like her. She’s different. But a fun different. I hope I can keep in touch with her after summer. I’d like to stay friends.” I sighed.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I know you like her, Joel.”

“Huh?! N-no I don’t!” He defended. I gave him a look.

“Ok ok…yes I do. The wedding got me thinking that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her.” He confessed.

“Oh…” I wasn’t exactly expecting that.

The clock struck midnight, twelve long gongs sounding out across the house.

“Well…I guess I should go to bed now. See you tomorrow.” He said as he stood up and walked over to the door.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” The door clicked shut behind him.

You sighed and laid down on your side, quickly wiping away a stray tear.

~

The next day, back at camp, Wednesday, Pugsley, Joel, and Amanda were doing archery taught by your mom and Gary. Most of the other campers were out on the water in canoes or doing other activities.

This was one of the sports you actually enjoyed doing and were pretty good at. You had your own station all to yourself next to the one where Joel was struggling to load the arrow into the bow as Wednesday was reading aloud a letter that was written to her and her brother by their Uncle.

“Glicker, gooo.” Gary impatiently moaned.

Joel stared at him and threw the arrow on the ground which caused you to snort.

“Good try.” Becky tried to sound supportive.

Joel handed the bow to Pugsley and went to the back of the line. You listened to Wednesday read the letter as you loaded your own arrow and pulled back the bow, taking aim, and then letting it go hitting a perfect bullseye. You looked to your parents hoping to get a little praise but they didn’t even acknowledge you. You heard clapping and looked over towards Joel who was smiling at you. You smiled back shyly and looked away. Wednesday had paused her reading as she watched the interaction.

“Gooo.” Gary impatiently whined as Pugsley drew the bow back and aimed upwards. A squawk was heard before a giant bird fell to the ground.

“It’s an American Bald Eagle.” Becky said is awe.

“But aren’t they extinct?” Gary asked.

“They are now.” Wednesday answered now holding the bow.

“Impressive shot.” I said.

“Thanks.” Pugsley beamed. I liked Pugsley. He was a little different compared to his family. But he was still loved all the same.

~

You were sat behind the bleachers with the Addams kids and Joel. You sat a little bit in front of them smoking. You made sure you sat in an area where the smoke would be carried away from them because you didn’t want to trigger Joel’s asthma. You didn’t like smoking in front of him for that reason but also because he’s made it known how much he hates that you do it. You wouldn’t normally do it but…you were itching for it.

You were watching as Joel opened up some mail he received earlier. He seemed pretty excited for it and told us about it as soon as he had it. Gary and Becky were currently on the little stage that overlooked the lake telling the campers about Gary’s “vision”. It was things like this that made you think your mom was Gary’s beard. He was just a little too fruity.

“Look at this! I got ‘em. Schizos and serial killers. I almost have the whole series. I’m only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac guy.” Joel opened his envelope and pulled out a stack of cards. You know his collection well. You got him a few cards for his birthday once. “But look, The Black Widow.”

“It might be Debbie.” Wednesday chimed in.

Ah right, they suspected their new Aunt has nefarious intentions with their beloved Uncle. You thought they’d love something like that. It seemed to fit in with their aesthetic.

“At least three rich husbands…all dead.” Joel said dramatically.

“I’ll trade you.” Pugsley offered.

“For what?”

Pugsley reached into his pocket and took out a card. “Amy Fischer.”

“Sorry, man. I already have three of her.”

Pugsley shrugged and put the card back in his pocket.

You were going to say something when you were cut off by girls screaming in joy.

You rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N) put that out!” Joel chastised you.

“Or what?” You teased.

“Or this.” He took the cigarette from you and put it out on the ground before throwing it away.

“Aw come on, man!” You whined.

“No! They smell awful and they’re bad for you.” He glared as I groaned.

While you were bickering you didn’t notice Wednesday stand up and peer over the top of the bleachers. She looked spooked, which you’re pretty sure has never happened to her before.

“What’s wrong, Wednesday?” I asked as the others turned to look at her.

“They cast me as Pocahontas.”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that stupid play.” You huffed.

“What’s so bad about it?” Joel asked, clearly he had no idea.

“It’s racist as hell and an excuse for Gary and my mom to play favourites and pick on the kids they don’t like. They act like they love Native Americans but wait until you see the script. It’s going to be racist as all hell.

~

You were sat in the bleachers reading a book, actually it was Joel’s nerdy little science book. You understood some of it but it got pretty technical and advanced pretty quickly and you lost track. You know Joel would be able to explain everything in a way that made sense, he’d be a good teacher one day if he wanted to be one. The thought made you smile.

On the stage, Becky was choreographing a dance number for Gary’s gay little play. When it ended, Amanda came out in her pilgrim costume causing Becky to gasp.

“Look at you! Oh, Amanda you look perfect!” She squealed. “You’re just the prettiest pilgrim I’ve ever seen, Gare! Come and take a look at this!”

Amanda was eating up the attention causing you to roll your eyes and scoff.

“Here they are!” A boy shouted out. “We caught em by the pay phone.” He and another boy marched Wednesday, Pugsley, and Joel onto the stage.

“We were calling the FBI.” Wednesday stated.

“Their uncle is in trouble, we were running a check.” Joel explained.

“And you are late for your fittings.” Becky accused.

“I don’t want to be in the pageant.” Wednesday’s statement caused Becky to gasp.

“Don’t you want to help me realize my vision?” Gary asked.

“Your work is puerile and under dramatized.” She continued. “You lack any sense of structure, character, of the Aristotelian Unities.”

You snorted trying not to laugh.

“Young lady, I’m getting juuuust a tad tired of your attitude problem.” Gary seethed.

“Everyone! Campers!” Becky jumped and clapped. “I have a wonderful idea! Wednesday and Pugsley and young Mr.Glicker here, well, they have just never quite latched on to the Chippewa spirit. Not have some of their little comrades.” She looked accusingly towards the “misfit” kids.

“Isn’t that sad?” She asked the campers who all replied in unison.

“Yes!”

“Don’t we just hate that?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t we wish they would just DIE!”

“Yes!”

“Oh no we don’t. But you know what we’re gonna do with them? We’re going to make an example. We are going to show that ANYONE, no matter how odd, or pale, or chubby, can still have a darn good time! Whether they like it…or not.” She finished.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel asked timidly.

You saw where this was going and you’d be damned if you had to stay around these people alone any longer.

“Nothing. They’re cowards.” You said.

“(Y/N) how about you join them? You have been a Debbie downer since the beginning.” Gary said.

That’s how you found yourself sat in a chair in the Harmony Hut once again.

“Yes, indeedy, just the ticket!” Gary said condescendingly. “Bambi.” He held up a VHS tape.

“Lassie Come Home!” Becky held up another.

“The Little Mermaid.” Gary gasped.

“Stop it.” Wednesday demanded.

“He’s only a child!” Joel reasoned, referring to a scared looking Pugsley.

Gary ignored him and popped a VHS in.

“Don’t worry, we’re getting out of here.” Wednesday whispered to Joel.

“But…it’s Disney.”

When one movie ended, Becky or Gary would come in and pop in a new one. It’s almost like they had the runtime down to memory. You didn’t mind the movies. You did grow up on them after all. They were a guilty pleasure. But, that doesn’t mean you didn’t fall asleep halfway through the second movie.

Soon it was night time and Wednesday had hatched a plan to put an end to everything once and for all. Joel shook you awake and got you up to speed before Wednesday opened the door and walked out, you all following behind her to see all the campers crowded at the door with Becky and Gary at the front.

“Well, good evening. Is there anything you’d like to say to everyone?” Gary asked.

“And just what that might be?” Becky added.

Wednesday took a step forward. “I’m not perky.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Amanda scoffed.

“But I wanna be.” Wednesday continued.

“You do?” Gary asked unsure.

“I want to smile, and sing, and dance, and be Pocahontas in Gary’s vision.”

“Oh darling, do you really mean it?” Becky asked hopefully.

Wednesday did her best to smile sincerely but you could tell it was hard for her.

“Isn’t she pretty!”

“She’s scaring me!” Amanda whined as Gary and Becky put their heads together.

You sighed and walked away to go to bed.

~

Today is the dreaded day. The Thanksgiving play that Gary put his whole “heart and soul” into. As if he had either one of those.

They tried to rope you into it and give you a role but you refused and they’ve dealt with you enough to know that no amount of Harmony Hut visits or bullying could get you to bend.

They’re still riding the high of getting Glicker and the Addams to join. At least…that’s what they thought.

All the parents were here except the Addams, something to do with their Uncle you presume. As you looked into the crowd of adults sat on the bleachers, all you saw was a sea of white people. There was one black couple and they stuck out like a sore thumb. They must be Jamal’s parents. Good kid. Really funny too. Could probably get a good career as a stand up comic.

You were standing off to the side, leaning against a tree. You could see the stage from where you were and you were excited to see how Wednesday’s plan goes.

Gary and Becky took the stage which caused some applause. After it died down, Gary leaned into the mic, a stupid pilgrim hat on his head. “Each Summer, we take this occasion to celebrate a seminal event in American History.”

“This year we depict perhaps the most important day in our shared past, the first Thanksgiving!” Becky, who had a stereotypical feather headband on, continued.

Honestly…Thanksgiving is months away, why are they doing it now? Probably their obsession with their Native American prejudices.

“A day for maize, the Native American word for corn, a terrific turkey dinner, aaaaaand brotherhood! So, white meat, and dark meat, take it away!” Gary finished. Both him and Becky quickly retreated to their spot under the stage in front of the bleachers to watch and direct.

You watched as kids dressed as different vegetables ran around the stage before they were joined by more kids dressed as turkeys who started to sing some awful, and quite frankly, racist, song. Poor Pugsley was the main turkey. He looked miserable. Only going along with it for the sake of the payoff at the end.

You were going to need a cigarette.

After a quick intermission to put more props on the stage, Amanda finally got her moment.

“I am so glad we invited the Chippewa’s to join us for this holiday meal. Remember, these savages are our guests. We must not be surprised at any of their strange customs. After all, they have not had our advantages. Such as, fine schools, libraries full of books, shampoo.” She recited. A few chuckles came from the crowd.

Wednesday entered the stage with the “misfit” kids behind her. “How, I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden.”

You had to hold back a laugh at how fake she sounded.

“And I am Running Bear, betrothed to Pocahontas!….In the play.” Joel started out strong then got nervous. What a nerd.

“We have brought a special gift for this holiday feast.” Wednesday continued. Pugsley then waddled on stage towards the centre before facing the crowd.

“I am a turkey. Kill me!”

“What a thoughtful gift! Why, you are as civilized as we. Except we wear shoes and have last names.” Amanda addressed the crowd causing a few more privileged chuckles.

“Welcome to our table, our new primitive friends.”

“Thank you, Sarah Miller. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Your hair is the colour of the sun, your skin is like fresh milk, and everyone loves you.” Wednesday replied.

“Stooop. Sit.” Amanda said.

“Wait.” Wednesday held out her arms and finally dropped the fake smile.

“What?” Amanda was confused.

“We cannot break bread with you.”

Amanda looked over to Gary and Becky in confusion. You stopped leaning against the tree, standing straight in interest.

“Huh? Becky what’s going on?”

“Wednesday!” Becky whispered harsh enough to be heard.

Wednesday turns to the crowd to address them. “You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. You were people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said ‘Do not trust the pilgrims, especially, Sarah Miller.’”

You coughed, choking on your smoke, at the cold hard truth bomb Wednesday just dropped. It’s obvious her parents took proper education seriously.

“Gary, she’s changing the words.” Amanda whined.

“And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.” Wednesday finished which prompted Joel to give out a stereotypical war cry, you’d have to get on him for that later. All the ‘Indians’ scattered, causing chaos. Two dropped from some zip lines and took Amanda away while others set fire to the backdrops.

Amanda was forcibly tied to a pole as you noticed Joel go behind the bleachers, he looked over at you and gave a thumbs up before pulling a lever, causing the whole back row that had his parents on it to tip over, making them fall backwards. You couldn’t help but laugh.

More things were set on fire as Pugsley shoved an apple in Amanda’s screaming mouth. Flaming arrows were shot at Gary and Becky, a girl dressed as a pilgrim went flying into the lake, pies were launched from makeshift catapult’s tied to some kids backs, Michael steered his wheelchair around Amanda as he held the rope, continuing to tie her up. What looked to be gasoline was poured on the wood by her feet. Things were hectic and you were loving it.

Wednesday slowly approached Amanda before pulling some matches out from where it was tucked in her headband and lit them, making Amanda scream harder. She didn’t actually set her on fire, but the scare was enough to make the blonde pass out.

Some of the kids had cornered your parents and you didn’t feel the need to help them. Instead you went over to Joel.

“That was…insane. I can’t believe you did that. Good job, man.” You patted him on the shoulder which made him blush and look away.

“Thanks…” he muttered. “But, it was all Wednesday’s idea.”

Wednesday approached you two silently, a satisfied look on her face.

“Absolutely incredible, Wednesday.” You complimented. She smiled.

“Wednesday…do you…do you want to go on a canoe ride?” Joel asked, biting his lip, a constant nervous habit of his.

“Sure.”

Joel pushed the canoe that was on the shore further into the water. Wednesday started to walk towards it before turning around and looking at you. “Are you coming?”

You were taken aback a little bit. Not expecting the offer. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You blushed slightly. You thought maybe they’d want to be alone. Knowing your presence was wanted was a nice feeling.

Wednesday took the front of the boat and you got in the middle, Joel holding out his hand and helping you in. Ever the gentleman he was. Once you were sat he pushed the boat into the water and got in the back and started to paddle out. Once you were a few yards out, you carefully laid down sideways so your feet dangled off one side and your head was on the other.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of nature and the nearby chaos on shore. This was a surprisingly fun day.

Later that night, Wednesday and Pugsley enacted their escape plan. You lost track of them but you knew where they were going and you wanted to say goodbye.

When you finally found them, Wednesday was in the other side of the fence, back in her normal clothing. Joe was still in his costume.

You were too far to hear what they were saying but you definitely saw them both lean in and share a kiss through the fence, both wiping it away seconds later.

You stopped as you felt your heart crack a little. You weren’t sure why. It’s not like they liked you like that. Wait…they? You meant Joel. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to dwell on that as you accidentally stepped in a stick causing it to break. Both Joel and Wednesday looked over to you, relaxing when they saw it was you.

“Sorry…I just wanted to say goodbye….” You winced as you walked towards them. You stood next to Joel and looked at Wednesday as her brother pulled up behind her in a van, honking the horn and telling her to hurry up. “Keep in touch, ok? You’re too weird to let go.”

She nodded before looking between you two and turning around and heading towards the van. As they drove off down the dirt road you sighed.

A moment of silence went by before you looked down in front of you.

“Is that Amanda’s retainer?”

~

It was a year later when you got the invite from Wednesday to join the Addams in celebration for her little brother’s birthday.

Just like she promised, she had kept in touch, you would send letters to each other all the time.

Your parents had shut down the camp due to major damage caused by the fires and their general fright of this happening again. Word also got out on how they treated any kids they didn’t like.

Becky finally divorced Gary, and while your relationship never fully healed, it’s taking baby steps. Gary really brought out the worst in her. And you were right…he was not straight at all, and funnily enough. Neither were you.

You figured it out over the last year that you had feelings for Wednesday. She made you feel the same way Joel still does and man did it send you for a loop. Joel and Wednesday never seemed to become a couple, but the same feeling was there, Joel had gone on and on about her until you banned him from the topic due to him not talking about anything else. It also hurt double to know the two people you liked were into each other. But as long as they were happy, or in Wednesday’s case, ‘unhappy’, then you were content.

It was a small intimate event and you had bought something nice to wear that made you feel good and got you a few compliments. For people that had unconventional standards and practices, they were still so kind.

Little What seemed to like you as well and would stick by you a lot causing you to grow fond of the little mass of hair with a pacifier. Thing was your favourite, he was so fascinating and you found ‘talking’ to him quite easy.

You were all sat together in their living room, or would they call it a dead room? Gomez clinked his glass with Morticia’s and raised it.

“A toast! To the glorious mysteries of life. To all that binds a family as one. To mirth, to merriment, to manslaughter.”

A few noises of agreement went through the room as you softly giggled.

“To dear friends,” Gomez continued, gesturing towards Cousin Itt and his wife Margaret who had their baby on her lap.

“To new friends,” He gestured towards Fester and Dementia, What’s nanny.

“To youth!” He looked towards Wednesday, Joel, and you.

“How do I look?” Joel asked smugly. It was obvious he was trying to emulate Gomez, especially with that ridiculous fake pencil thin moustache. You tried to tell him he was being a little too obvious but he didn’t take the hint.

“Disturbing.” Wednesday replied. You knew that was a compliment.

“Ridiculous.” You muttered as you took a sip of whatever was in your glass. Wednesday softly elbowed you in the arm.

Gomez turned towards his wife. “To passion.”

“To paradise.” Morticia added.

“To pain.”

“Tonight.” She whispered seductively.

They leaned in to share a kiss but were interrupted by Grandmama.

“Make way for the birthday boy!” She cried as she carried little Pubert out in her arms as Pugsley rolled in a huge cake behind her. It had a guillotine as the topper with a single candle in the middle.

“Thing, will you do the honours?” Gomez asked. The sentient hand picked up a match and struck it with his thumb, jumping up to light the candle. Once lit, Lurch started to play Happy Birthday on the organ.

Sometime later, Joel and Wednesday were sat outside on a bench in her families graveyard. You were a couple feet away, smoking your last cigarette of the day. You’ve started to cut down, you went from multiple a day to only two or three. You think it’s because your stress has gone down over the past year considering Gary is no longer in your life and you have more positive people in your life. Despite your distance, you could hear their conversation.

“Your family is really…interesting.” Joel started. “Your parents are so involved with each other.” He scooted slightly closer to her.

“Wednesday. Do you think like maybe someday you might wanna get married and have kids?” He asked. He’s become less shy and more confident over this past year.

“No.” Wednesday replied sharply. You knew that would be her answer. She’s talked about it before with you, how she has no desire to be pregnant and she doesn’t see a point in marriage. You were inclined to agree somewhat. Although you would like a wedding. A day all about celebrating the love between you and your spouse sounded nice.

“But…what if you met just the right man who worshipped and adored you, who’d do anything for you, who’s be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?” He tried again.

“I’d pity him.” She answered. God, he was hopeless. He doesn’t understand what she wants at all.

Joel nodded solemnly and kneeled on Debbie’s grave, some dead flowers in his hand. “Poor Debbie. She was sick.”

“She wasn’t sick. She was sloppy.” Wednesday corrected.

“What do you mean?”

“If I wanted to kill my husband, I’d do it, and I wouldn’t get caught.”

“How?”

“I’d scare him to death.” Wednesday stood up.

Joel scoffed. “No you wouldn’t. We’re all very sorry, Debbie. We wish you only the best.” He leaned over to place the flowers on her grave when a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist causing him to scream in terror.

Wednesday smiled as you started laughing hysterically.

~

It was late now and you were getting ready for bed. The Addams had been kind enough to let you and Joel sleep over once again and you were currently on the bed reading a book when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out. The door creaked open and Joel popped his head in. He washed that stupid fake moustache off and the gel out of his hair, bringing back his soft curls. He looked more like himself now.

“Hi.” He whispered.

“Hi.” You replied. You sat up on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to sit next to you. He walked in fully and closed the door slightly behind him but left it ajar, he wasn’t planning on staying long.

“You look nice.” He stuttered as he adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit.

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m wearing pyjama’s. You’re the one that looks nice. You finally look like yourself instead of a knock off Gomez.” You teased.

“Yeah…about that. I really thought she felt the same. I mean…we kissed back at camp before she left! Did it not mean anything?” He whined.

“Oh my god…you’re so clueless.” You sighed. “She does like you back. You just don’t understand. You’re trying to be her dad because you see how in love Morticia is with him, but Wednesday is not Morticia, and she never will be. Gomez isn’t some devoted slave like you think he is. Their relationship isn’t based on ownership, it’s based on mutual respect. Wednesday doesn’t want a slave, but she wants something similar to her parents in her own way. You’re looking at the surface level, you have to dig deeper and see what it really is.”

“You’re correct.” The door opened fully which revealed Wednesday standing in the hallway.

Joe stood up. Shocked and embarrassed that she overheard that. You slowly stood up too, feeling awkward.

“You may not have noticed but…I’m not big on affection the way my mother and father are. I respect their relationship and they way they express themselves but I don’t want that for myself. I do like you, Joel. And I’d like to continue with you but I want it to be in our own way.” She explained. Joel nodded and smiled.

You looked to the floor and scratched the back of your neck, feeling odd at being in the middle of this.

“I want that with you too, (Y/N).” Wed essay continued.

“Huh?!” Your head snapped up towards her.

“I like you too. And I know you like Joel, I not only observed that myself but I remember that you told me back at camp. And I know Joel likes you too. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I hope you like me as well.” She said matter of factly.

You looked to Joel who couldn’t look at you, looking to embarrassed that his secret was out.

“I…Joel…is that true?” You pried.

“Y-yes. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Years. I just…thought you were out of my league and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He confessed.

“Oh my god….” You didn’t know what to say.

“I’d like for us to figure something out. I don’t want to choose one. And I don’t want you choosing either. I think we could make it work.” Wednesday took one of your hands in hers and one of Joel’s in the other.

“M-me too.” Joel agreed. They both looked at you for your answer.

You stood there shocked. This is not what you expected at all. “I…uh.” You looked down at your hand in Wednesday’s before you felt Joel pick up your other hand and rub his thumb on the back of it. “Y-yeah. Okay.” You nodded.

~

It’s 20 years later and you’re cooking dinner while Wednesday sits at the table reading a biography written by some serial killer. She looks so much like her mom now.

You heard Joel walk through the door before he came into the kitchen. He grew his hair out slightly, still curly as ever. His style didn’t change much, still a nerd but a more gothic nerd now.

“Hi, darling.” He kissed Wednesday’s hand that she held out for him, a small smile on her red lips as she never took her eyes off her book.

He came over to you and hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder. “My love.”

“Hello, Joel. How was work?” You asked.

“Hectic as always, you know those kids, always making a mess during a lab.”

Joel had become a science teacher at the local school, just like you thought he would and you couldn’t be more proud.

“Where’s Morty?” He asked as his hands migrated to your hips, pulling you closer and kissing your neck.

“With Lucky. He’ll be staying the night.” Wednesday replied, watching you two. Considering she wasn’t very affectionate, she enjoyed seeing her two lovers interact.

Lucky was Pugsley’s son. Morty, which was short for Mortis, wasn’t actually biologically any of yours. He showed up on your doorstep one day as an infant in a basket with a note asking for him to be loved. And loved he was. You all adored him and so did the rest of the family. No one cared that he wasn’t born into the family, he will always be an Addams.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” You reached up and lightly scratched at Joel’s scalp as he hummed, careful not to get your ring stuck in his hair.

You and Joel had gotten officially married as you both desired to do so, Wednesday still wasn’t keen on marriage but that didn’t mean she wasn’t any less in the relationship. Everyone was so supportive of your odd arrangement and you couldn’t be happier.

For once, you finally had the life you’ve always wanted.

[just-a-little-silly]

New year, New Arundhati (??) [lmao not really but hey!! small redesign!!]

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More about Aru under the cut!!

To be entirely honest, there isn’t much I’m changing about her apart from her appearance (slightly). I also feel like I could have done a better job talking about things than I did in her previous bio but for the most part, things stay the same. I might just not be great at writing these lmao.

I want to emphasize that Aru is playful, warm, and at times, silly though she can be distant at first. Yes, the transition to the Sengoku Era was rough and Arundhati is fundamentally changed by it ( I believe anyone would be) but while she does become distant / detached at first, she manages to overcome that in time. Her “ruthlessness” and “tunnel vision” (as I put it in this post) all stem from the fact that she was thrown into a hostile world so unlike anything she’s ever known.

I think it’s also worth mentioning that she spent two years with her first mentor/guardian/teacher/boss Mochizuki Chiyome and even though she ended up being a mother-figure to Aru, was not particularly motherly. Chiyome’s training was harsh and it is somewhat of a miracle that Aru could pick up anything at all but it gave her the necessary skills to survive as a ninja in the Sengoku Era.

However, Aru at heart ( and to those who are close to her) is a compassionate person though she struggles to express it initially but give her time and she will find a way to show you she cares by taking the time to learn what it is you like. She’s observant, awkward and if she’s just met you but stick around long enough and you’ll see that she’s actually pretty silly, playful and genuine too.

Now for some Arundhati trivia because it’s important to me:

• She LOVES thrifting

• She has insanely sharp hearing.

• Very fast, agile. Not as strong. She can use a sword pretty well but she really does prefer her poisons.

• Has horrid handwriting. Even Yoshimoto, a man who manages to find beauty in almost everything, is taken aback.

• Her handwriting is so bad that Shingen came close to hiring a member of the Mitsumono specifically to decipher Aru’s reports because they were starting to drive him up a wall.

• The part of her backstory where she’s engaged to a man named Gaël remains the same (you can read more about it here though its not very much as I haven’t written all of it out)

Its worth mentioning that it was an extremely toxic relationship (I simply don’t go in depth in the previous writing of it) that had been falling apart for a long, long time.

• She’s strategic but sometimes said strategy will go out the door if she’s hit with an intense emotion. It’s rare but it happens and when it does, she has to rely solely on whatever skills she has at her disposal to get out of the mess she threw herself into.

(Im bolding the next one bc its so so important (= funny) to me)

• She can keep up with Sasuke’s STEM jokes. Has used physics related pick up lines on him before.

ie. “Sasuke, are you a quasar? …because you’re the hottest thing in the known universe.”

And that’s when he knew she was the one.

They really match each other’s freak in every sense.

Though there are moments where he’ll fluster her and she’ll shut down + vice versa.

• She has tattoos!!

—> A sun design on her left shoulder. Her name written in Tamil in her grandmother’s handwriting on the back of her hand. An intricate flower and another sun pattern on the right side of her hip going down her thigh (a pretty large tattoo at that.)

• She’s allergic to peaches. (but she has eaten some to prove a point to Kenshin. she regretted it afterwards).

[I’ll add more later!!]

[nemo-in-wonderland]

NAME: Alejandra María Elena Arroway-Salazar

NICKNAME: Leandra (dare to call her Alex and you'd end up straight into her bad graces);

SEX: Female

NATIONALITY: American

AGE: 35 years

HEIGHT: 5'5'

OCCUPATION: USAF Fighter Pilot

RANK: Major

CALL SIGN: Furiosa

AFFILIATION: US Air Force/ Task Force 141

TRIVIA - She got ONE HELL of a temper, that got her the call sign "Furiosa",and an even meaner resting bitch face; -She needs coffee. A LOT. -One time she spent an entire night up for a staring contest with Ghost to win a bet (and sort of impress John, but she would never admit it); -She lost the bet, and had to drink only tea for a week; -She was miserable for the entire week; -She has constant dark circles under her eyes that do not help her resting bitch face; -She was born and raised in Montana, where her paternal family still resides and still possesses a big ranch; -In her free time, she likes to cook and she is pretty good at it (Abuelita taught her in her childhood). -Alejandra may or may not have the hots for John Price, but I envision her as being extremely emotionally constipated, so she kinda got an hard time to get her feelings out. ------------------

so, this is just a small intro and a small quick sketch for my Alejandra that I did today while I was resting a bit (packing is taking all my time fml and I HATE IIIIIT)! :) I am still very new to Call of Duty, and the other night I was watching my husband playing CoD MW, and the story got me (but gods, I cried like a baby during Farah's segment), and for fun I just wanted to draw an OC for this world. I will add more and write something more as soon as I have time.

Since the only thing that I can do while packing is thinking and brainstorming, I ended up with this lol. But I hope to be able to do a more complete bio for her soon enough.

well, I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

[project-sekai-facts]

You touched on this in your last ask about how Mizuki's first events were too detailed with their secret. I always thought that too but now I'm wondering why. Since the writers sped through the set up part then spent the last year trying to delay the payoff. I'm guessing it was either to see how people would respond or they were unsure how well the game would do (imo latter is unlikely since anything that has Miku is basically a license to print money)

Kinda makes you wonder what would have happened if most people ended up hating Mizuki.

I think in part it may have been the latter, the stories are written pretty far in advance (Haruka Ryo spent almost a year on Kashika iirc, and fawo would’ve started writing around the time they commissioned him), so at the time footprints was being written, and definitely at the time secret distance and exciting picnic were being written, the devs may have still been uncertain at how many years the game would stay popular. This is something they’ve even brought up in more recent interviews in regards to the end of the current stories and continuing them onwards. So in that regard, quickly introducing Mizuki’s arc and making it very clear what their secret is makes sense, even if she never states it outright, because the player knows by this point anyway. Like if you dragged it out for years and the game had started to lose popularity then the story isn’t going to reach people.

But also it makes sense narratively. You don’t want Mizuki being trans to be a big twist or reveal for the players, partially because it could cause uproar with unsupportive fans but also because it’s kind of important information that shouldn’t really be withheld from the reader, hence the ? in Mizuki’s official bio and the main story immediately implying that there’s something gender related going on. Also the writers always talk about how they want people to relate and connect with the stories, and you’re not gonna reach that audience if you don’t make it clear from the start.

Quickly introducing the player to Mizuki’s secret and their feelings and setting up Ena as a support makes a lot of sense. However like I said in the last post you don’t wanna speed through the other characters knowing as well, because then Mizuki’s development would go stale. Also having Ena wait contributes to her relationship with Mizuki developing too, showing how Mizuki can trust her and is willing to be patient to make her more comfortable, so again it would just stale their relationship development too if she found out in footprints. The player knowing what Mizuki’s secret is also makes their interactions with Mafuyu make a lot more sense. Mizuki is able to help Mafuyu because they’re both hiding a part of themselves. If we didn’t know about Mizuki being trans then those interactions wouldn’t work the same way.

I mean this hasn’t entirely worked there’s still a fair chunk of fans primarily on JP side who believe Mizuki is a crossdressing boy still but that’s on them for having bad media literacy.

[sofs16]

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charles! fake photographer x singer!reader

HEY! i know that may sound alarming as he is a fake but its quite silly… i think… im about to write it so enjoy <3

— just finished writing; not proofread at all

yn.yln

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yn.yln hi friends! im currently looking for a photographer to join me on tour for the next month since my cousin (usual photographer) got injured and can’t travel:( send me a message or email in my bio and ill send more deets:) thanks a lot!!! 💌

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ynsphoto will she acc reply to like millions of people tho 😭

⤷ yn.yln i really am trying but my instagram dms are glitching now 🫠 my team and i have replied to most of the emails tho:))

july 31, 2023

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INBOX

From: Charles Perceval >

To: Yn Yln >

July 31, 2023 at 4:18

Hello, Yn!

If you are still in need of a photographer, I would love to help out!

Though I have no real experience aside from taking pictures of my friends, I have a large passion for music as you do.

I hope to hear from you:)

P.S Here is a link to some of my work. Have a good day:)

All the best,

Charles Perceval

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To: Charles Perceval >

From: Yn Yln >

Subject: reply asap pls :))

July 31, 2023 at 11:01

Hey, Charles!

I’ve really spent quite a while being mesmerized at your photos and I would loveeee if you could come with us on tour this month!!

The notice is quite short but the schedule would be August 4 to August 28 with us circling Europe. Let me know if there’s any issues and we could work around it:)

Hope to hear from you as well.

All the love,

Yn Yln 🤍

To: Yn Yln

From: Charles Perceval

July 31 at 16:22

Hello, Yn!

I am so glad! There may be a minor issue but could maybe we could talk about it on Instagram.

Would that be alright?:)

All the best,

Charles

Charles Perceval

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12 Followers • 83 Posts

Following you since 2017

yn 💌

i must say, the 12 followers and private account is very sketchy, perceval 🤷🏻‍♀️

Charles Perceval

Hello Yn! Why are you judging me on my followers 😂

yn💌

NO IM NOT

im just saying i hope you dont rob me when we meet in real life 😔

Charles Perceval

Thank you for the trust in me. But I would not do that to you😁

yn 💌

sigh.. i guess it’s my fault if i end up dead in a ditch… ANYWAYS!

are you free to meet tomorrow 😁

Charles Perceval

Where exactly?

yn💌

Where are you now?

Charles Perceval

Spa

yn💌

you’re.. in a spa?

Charles Perceval

No! Spa, Belgium

yn💌

that one was NOT on me! But perfect the first stop there is actually Belgium! I can go there if it’s not a problem for you?

Charles Perceval

It is no problem for me:)

yn💌

Charles, don’t take this personally or rudely, but how old are you?

Charles Perceval

26 This October

yn💌

alright! just making sure youre not an old man😁

Charles Perceval

Aw, thank you.

yn💌

my manager will send more details, thanks charles and see you tomorrow:)

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yn.yln i may look fine but i have been hiccuping for the last 2 hours i fret i am getting a six pack

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ynsbabe i bet if u turned it to a sing, it’d be a bop

⤷ yn.yln too emotional to turn it into a song

august 2, 2023

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yn.updated yn.yln just landed in Belgium where she will be performing for the first time this Friday!

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liviesyn streets say she went to dinner with a guy 💔😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ ynsday chill. she can have guy friends

⤷ author not this one 😅

august 2, 2023

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ynshit NOT WHAT I EXPECTED EMAILING THIS MAN.

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oliviarodrighoe cant believ u didnt know charles leclerc THATS SO SO SUTPID IM LAUGJGING

⤷ ynshit HE SAID PERCEVAL DUMBASSSSS

⤷lauflaufey if he said leclerc would you have known anyway😭

⤷ ynshit 🙂

⤷ oliviarodrighoe how did you even find out

⤷ ynshit HE TOLD ME BCUZ HE’S LIKE A SHIT LIAR (thank you very much)

reneewrap did you hire him anyways

⤷ ynshit yes… MAN IS RICHER THAN ME THO

⤷ oliviarodrighoe HAHAHAHAHAHA

⤷ ynshit fuck you

⤷oliviarodrighoe or…

⤷ ynshit STOP

august 3, 2023

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charles.jpg Thank you, Lewis for the camera 😘

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lewis.jpg Anytime mate! yn yes, thank you lewis hamilton

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august 3, 2023

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ynswife what do you MEAN yn followed charles leclerc on his main AND jpg acc which NO ONE ELSE BUT THE GRID AND HIS FAMILY FOLLOWS. view all 3,485 comments

ynsferrari bro has been liking all of yns posts since 2015 with that acc 😭😭😭😭

august 3, 2023

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yn.yln belgium 🤍 got a special guy with us too

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charles_leclerc Sooo excited for this month! ⤷ yn.yln bring it on, perceval;)

maxverstappen1 🎉

taylorswift Gorgeous! ⤷ yn.yln i told u guys that song was abt me

august 3, 2023

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charles_leclerc London 😎📷

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yn.yln youre so talented, perceval:,) you make me like my smile

⤷charles_leclerc Haha thank you, ynn. You have an pretty smile to begin with! ⤷ lestappen1661 I can hear the church bells

charles1166 no because the way charles always captures her best moments like the happiness in the first slide and how she’s literally a star on the 2nd 😭

august 6, 2023

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FERR4RI.YLN “you make my like my smile” “you have a pretty smile to begin with” OH ITS OVER FOR US

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ylnleclerc MOM AND DAD

august 6, 2023

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yn.yln my turn to jpg 🤭

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charles_leclerc Loving the first slide ❤️

⤷ yn.yln thanks!

oliviarodrgio ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹❣️❤️💗💟😘

⤷ yn.yln fuck off. f1rraris yn sitting with charles on the plane😭 his whipped smile😭 them eating together😭 the heart emoji😭

august 8, 2023

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yn.updated yn sings unreleased song “slut” at monaco soundcheck today?!?! some lyrics :

• “got love struck, went straight to my head”

• “and if they call me a slut you know if might be worth it for once”

• “everyone wants him that was my crime”

• “i break down then he’s pulling me in. in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”

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chleclercs bye. august 10, 2023

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yn.yln monacoooo!!! thanks for being so kind to me and charles:,)

august 10, 2023

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yn.yln a day in shark lerklerk’s life

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cru3lsumma entering gf yn time.

august 11, 2023

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ynshit this isnt funny im ac down bad. ITS BEEN LIKE 10 DAYS

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oliviarodrighoe MATCHMAKER ERA 🙋‍♀️

august 11, 2023

sharkie !!❤️

ynn💗

sharkie! wana dinner 2nite 🎉

sharkie !!❤️

Of course! Where should I pick you up? :)

ynn💗

my my what a gentleman

at the hotel we’re staying in🤷🏻‍♀️

sharkie !!❤️

see you:)

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ynshit HE LET ME EAT IN HIS CAR. …… 🙂

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laufey oh she’s whipped! oliviarodrighoe LALALALALALAL HELLO?

august 11, 2023

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charlec11 the random an posting no caption is so bf

yn.yln wait. why do i look snatched here.

⤷ charles_leclerc You most certainly are ;)

⤷ f1111zoom HOLD TH E PHONEZ

august 15, 2023

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yn.yln little ep out now:)

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august 22, 2023

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charles_leclerc Might as well be worth it for once❤️

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yn.yln thanks for the last pic, love 🧘‍♀️

yn.yln STOPP IM GOING TO MISS YOU FOR TOUR

⤷ charles_leclerc you could always come to the pasdock😘

⤷ yn.yln WAGGING HERE I COME

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