#i fixed her washing machine for her yesterday

[honeygrahambitch]

"Weird." Jack said aloud.

"What?"

The question came from Jimmy who was just pulling the body they were supposed to examine out of the freezer.

"Last Tuesday Dr. Lecter asked Will to come over to fix his washing machine. Then on Friday, he said that his car was making a weird noise and Will insisted on coming over to have a look at it. On Monday it was the oven. And yesterday?"

"Yesterday it was the fridge." Brian said.

"Do you not see a pattern?" Jack asked, a deep frown appearing on his forehead.

"I do." Jimmy replied. "You'd think that someone as rich as Hannibal would invest in high quality stuff. But everything seems to be breaking down these days."

"Must be a stressful time for him, it's always like that. When something stops working in your house, another ten things stop working too." Brian continued.

"Good thing Will is good at fixing stuff."

Beverly watched the conversation in a complete awe, as if she was trying to convince herself they could not be serious.

"Honestly, my wife has been nagging me to fix the hood in our kitchen for a month and I did not get to do it. I could ask Will." Jack said thoughtfully, any previous concern disappearing.

"So the three of you believe that Hannibal would ask Will to drive for an hour to Baltimore a few times a week only to fix stuff in his house?"

The three men turned to face her.

"Will is definitely fixing something but it's not kitchen appliances. That's all I'm saying." Beverly added.

"That's far fetched." Brian insisted. "Are you going to say that the times Hannibal visited Will to go on a fishing trip or to go hiking were excuses as well?"

"Can someone answer this for me?" Beverly asked definitely looking at Jack.

"Dr. Lecter is definitely not the guy to go out in nature."

The room fell quiet as if everyone was letting everything sink in. The silence was broken only when Will and Hannibal entered the lab. To say that all eyes were on them would have been an understatement.

"What?"

"Mrs. Crawford has been giving Jack a hard time because he won't fix the kitchen hood. And we were suggesting that he should ask for your help." Beverly said and bit her tongue in order to keep a serious face. She definitely did not miss the side eye she got from Jack.

"I could have a look." Will replied still creeped out by everyone's glances.

"No, we need to make sure you won't ruin it even more." Jimmy chipped in. "Say, Dr. Lecter, is Will doing a good job?"

To that, even Will turned his head towards Hannibal, waiting curiously for feedback.

Beverly could feel a metallic taste in her mouth because of how tightly she was biting her tongue at that point.

"Definitely. However I don't think I can share him, I still need some help with my dryer this week. And my kitchen sink. One of my porch lights is also making an unusual noise."

[luffytheworld]

Hidden feelings

A/N: update!!! ngl i hate being the reader & having to wait for an update haha so i’ll try to be quick with it. Also cuz i enjoy writing this. FORGOT TO MENTION. THIS AU & SOME OF ITS IDEAS ARE HEAVILY INSPIRED BY ARTIST @/_ceceru ON TWITTER. So definitely check your their school au one piece art to get a visual of the story :D it’s so cute. also ignore the shit editing i’m not use this tumblr stuff…

warnings: none as of yet..?

pairing: Luffy x Fem Reader

WC: 4.8k

part 1 here!!!!!

Chapter 2: Flow

The morning sun rays went through the curtains of your room, gently waking you from her sleep. You rubbed eyes and stretched, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was Friday, and it was the day you planned to return Luffy’s hat.

You got out of bed and started with your usual morning routine. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, applied your usual makeup, and dressed in your school uniform. As you fixed up your hair for today, you glanced at Luffy’s yellow hat resting on your desk. You had spent a good part of the previous evening mending it, making sure it looked as good as new.

With a deep breath, you picked up the hat and placed it carefully in your bag. You went downstairs, had a quick breakfast, said goodbye to your family and headed out the door to catch the bus to school. The streets were bustling with students and commuters, and the atmosphere was lively, everyone excited for the weekend ahead.

At school, you went through your usual day. You attended her classes, took notes, and did your best to focus, but your mind kept drifting to the certain yellow hat in your bag. During lunch, the cafeteria was buzzing with activity. You spotted Luffy sitting with his friends, the Straw Hats club, their table lively and full of laughter.

You took a deep breath and started walking towards them, but as you got closer, your anxiety took over. The thought of approaching Luffy in front of all his friends felt overwhelming. You turned around and went to by your lunch mate’s table instead. They greeted you with kind gestures but didn’t bother you throughout the period, sensing your feelings of frustration and irritation.

Throughout the day, you tried to find the right moment to approach him, but he was always surrounded by people. Each time you gathered the courage to walk up to him, your nerves got the better of you.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang, signaling the end of school. Students started to disperse, eager to begin their weekend. You gathered you belongings and decided to make one last attempt. You walked through the emptying hallways, your heart pounding.

Near the bathrooms, you saw Luffy standing alone, adjusting his backpack. This was your chance. You took a deep breath and approached him, your hands nervously trembling slightly.

"Uh, Luffy?" you called out softly.

He turned around, his usual grin lighting up his face. "Oh, hey, Y/N! What’s up?"

You reached into your bag and pulled out his signature yellow hat. "I, um, found this yesterday. It was under a bench in the courtyard, so I took it home and fixed it up for you. It was really teared up from the cap part.”

Luffy’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. "No way! You found it? Thank you so much!" He took the hat from your hands, examining it closely. "Wow, it looks brand new!"

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "I’m glad you like it."

Luffy looked at you with genuine gratitude. "You’re really amazing, Y/N. Hey, how about I get you a drink from the vending machine as a thank you?"

Before you could respond, he continued, "Actually, you know what? Let’s go grab something to eat. There’s a small restaurant near the school, you know the pirate seafood themed one. My friends kinda busy right now, so it’ll be just us."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Um, that sounds great, but—"

Luffy didn’t wait for you to even finish. "Awesome! Meet me there in about an hour, okay?" He gave you a quick wave and jogged off, leaving you standing there, stunned.

As you made her way home to drop off your bag, change out your uniform and freshen up, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You are going to have dinner with Luffy, alone. A mix of excitement and nervousness filled you, but you knew this was a chance to get to know him better and maybe even become friends.

The sun was setting as you walked to the restaurant, a tiny spark of hope igniting in your heart.

~

You arrived at the small seafood restaurant near the school a little early. It was a cozy place with a warm, welcoming atmosphere. The soft hum of conversation and the scent of delicious food filled the air, making you feel slightly more at ease. You chose a table by the window and sat down, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

After a few minutes, the door swung open, and Luffy walked in, his usual bright smile on his face. He spotted you and made his way over, waving enthusiastically. "Hey, Y/N! Thanks for waiting."

You smiled shyly. "No problem, Luffy. I just got here myself."

Luffy plopped down in the seat across from you, looking around the restaurant with curiosity. "This place looks great! I’ve always wanted to try it."

You nodded. "Mhm, it’s really nice. I’ve heard their food is amazing."

A waiter came by to take their orders, and Luffy, with his usual enthusiasm, ordered a variety of dishes, making you chuckle. You opted for something simple, feeling a bit more relaxed as she watched Luffy’s excitement.

As you both waited for their food, Luffy leaned forward, his eyes shining with curiosity. "So, Y/N, tell me about yourself. I mean, I see you around school, but we’ve never talked at all.”

You felt a bit nervous but was glad for the opportunity to share. "Well, there’s not much to tell. I like reading and studying. I like to hang out with my friends after school, uh.” You slightly lied, not finding the correct answers that will please him so you made something up.

Luffy nodded, listening intently. "That’s cool. I like hanging out with my friends too. We have a LOT of fun together. Hmm do you have any hobbies?"

You thought about it for a moment. "I like drawing and painting. It’s a nice way to relax and express myself."

Luffy’s eyes lit up. "That’s awesome! You should show me your drawings sometime. I bet they’re really good."

Your face slightly warmed at the replied, feeling flattered. "Maybe I will."

Your conversation flowed naturally, with Luffy sharing funny stories about his friends and their adventures, making you laugh. You found yourself feeling more comfortable, enjoying his company and the way made you feel at ease.

When your food arrived, you both dug in with enthusiasm. Luffy’s excitement over the dishes was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile at his reactions. You shared bites of your meals, laughing and talking about their favorite foods.

As you finished your meals, Luffy leaned back in his chair, looking content. "This was really fun, Y/N. I’m glad we did this. And we ate really really good.”

You nodded, feeling a warm sense of happiness. "Me too, Luffy. Thank you for inviting me."

Luffy grinned. "Hey, anytime! We should hang out more often. You’re really cool, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. "I’d like that."

You both split and paid the bill and then left the restaurant, walking side by side under the evening sky. The streets were quiet, and the stars were just slightly starting to appear, creating a scenery.

As you walked, Luffy turned to you. “Thanks again for finding my hat and fixing it up. It really means a lot to me. Like a lot. It’s from a special someone, you know.”

You smiled. "It was my pleasure, Luffy. I’m glad I could help."

You reached the corner where you guys would part ways, and Luffy stopped, looking at you with a sincere expression. “You know, you’re kinda cute, Y/N.”

Luffy gave you a quick, friendly hug, catching you even more off guard and rushing to this way. Before you could even respond, he turned and sprinted towards the bus stop that was different from yours, waving as he went. “See you tomorrow, Y/N! Oh wait— Cya Monday!”

“And don’t forget to meet my friends soon!” He yelled out from the distance before slowing down and riding on his bus home.”

You watched him run off, feeling warmness in your chest. This evening had been more than you could have hoped for. You had spent time with Luffy, shared laughs and stories, and felt a connection growing between you both.

As you made your way home, you couldn’t stop smiling. This was probably just the beginning, and you looked forward to what the future held. For now, you cherished the memories of your first little dinner together.

~

The weekend flew by in a blur of activity. You spent Saturday shopping with your siblings, trying to find clothes that suited your style. You had experienced a small crisis last time, picking out an outfit when you went out with Luffy, and wanted to be more prepared in the future. As you browsed through racks of clothes, she visualized different outfits, hoping to make it easier to plan ahead. You also were in need of some makeup products to try out new looks and enhance it. Your siblings also offered their opinions, turning the shopping trip into a fun bonding experience.

Sunday was a mix of chores, homework, and relaxation. You tackled your assignments in the evening, making sure everything was ready for the upcoming week. Despite the busyness, you still felt a warm, happy glow from Friday’s dinner with Luffy. The memory of your time together lingered, making you smile every time you thought about it.

Monday morning arrived, and you went through your usual routine. You got dressed in your uniform, and applied your makeup, doing a little more than usual going out for a different makeup style. You felt more confident about your appearance. The school day began like any other, and you headed to your locker to gather your things for class.

As you were busy organizing your books, you heard commotion down the hall. It was Luffy was running around, fooling with his friends Usopp, Chopper, and Sanji. Their laughter echoed through the corridor, and you chuckled at their antics.

Suddenly, Luffy came barreling towards you. Before you could react, he ran into you, knocking you to the ground. Your books scattered across the floor, and you looked up in shock. He had clearly seen you in the hallways so you didn’t think you would get caught up in the commotion or be in the way, and left completely caught off guard.

Sanji immediately rushed over to you, scolding Luffy. “Oi, Luffy! Watch where you’re going! You can’t just run into a lady like that!”

He offered his hand to help you up, his expression full of concern. “Are you okay, Miss? That was quite a tumble.”

You nodded, accepting his hand and getting you to your feet. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Luffy scratched his head, looking sheepish. “Sorry about that, Y/N. I didn’t mean to knock you over.”

Sanji continued to fuss over her, making sure she wasn’t hurt. “You need to be more careful, Luffy. You could’ve seriously harmed such a beautiful girl.”

Luffy grinned, seemingly unfazed by the scolding. “Hey, guys, this is Y/N. She’s the girl I told you about from Friday.”

Usopp’s eyes widened, and he elbowed Luffy playfully. “Oh, so this is the girl you went on a date with?”

Luffy laughed, waving off the comment. “It wasn’t a date, Usopp. We just had dinner together.”

Usopp smirked. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Luffy.”

Luffy turned back to you, introducing you to his friends. “Y/N, this is Usopp, Chopper, and Sanji. Guys, this is Y/N.”

They all greeted you warmly. Usopp gave you a friendly wave, Chopper smiled shyly, and Sanji bowed slightly, his demeanor polite. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Usopp grinned. “You should sit with us at lunch, Y/N. It’ll be fun.”

Chopper nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, you should! We’d love to get to know you better.”

Luffy didn’t wait for her to respond. “Yeah, come sit with us! Uh you usually sit with Vivi right?? She’ll be okay with it.”

You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had always admired the close-knit group of friends from afar and now had the chance to join them. “Okay, I’d like that.”

Luffy’s grin widened. “Great! See you at lunch then.”

As they went their separate ways to class, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. You had just been pulled into Luffy’s world, and the prospect of getting to know his friends better made your heart race. The morning had started with a bit of chaos, but it was turning out to be an unexpectedly wonderful day.

The day flew by and when lunchtime finally arrived you made your way to the cafeteria, your heart pounding with anticipation. You spotted the usual table where Luffy and his friends gathered, filled with laughter and lively conversation. Taking a deep breath, she approached the table.

Luffy waved over at you enthusiastically. “Y/N! Over here!”

You walked over, feeling a mix of shyness and excitement. The group made room for you, and you sat down next to Luffy. “Hi, everyone.”

Most of them greeting you with the kind smiles.

The table was full of energy and chaos. Luffy and Usopp were animatedly discussing their latest adventure, while Chopper listened with wide-eyed wonder. Sanji was busy serving the cafeteria line, his duty as a volunteered chief in the school.

Y/N also noticed Nami and Robin sitting together, engaged in conversation. Franky was tinkering with something, his mechanical hand making small adjustments, while Brook strummed a soft tune on his guitar. Zoro, as usual, was napping in his seat, his head resting on his folded arms.

Nami looked up and smiled warmly at Y/N. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Nami. I’ve heard from you before from Vivi.”

Robin nodded in agreement. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Robin. You seem like a very interesting person.”

You felt herself light up under their attention. “Nice to meet you both.”

Sanji, ever the gentleman, made his way to the table and placed an organized and appetizing plate in front of you. “Here you go, Y/N. Enjoy!” While motioning over

to Nami and Robin’s side and also placing their plates down with utensils.

“Hmph. No fair Sanji only bothers to serve the girls.” Usopp grumbled while getting up to line up for a plate.

Luffy and Chopper running behind him as well while chanting “food! food!”

As lunch continued, you felt herself becoming more comfortable. The infamous friend group included you in their conversations, making you feel like part of the group. You laughed at Usopp’s exaggerated stories, listened to Chopper’s excitement about his latest medical class studies, and even joined in when they talked about their favorite foods.

Luffy was his usual cheerful self, making sure you felt included and comfortable. He talked about his friends and the soccer team, explaining how much he loved the sport. “Soccer’s the best! You should come watch our game sometime.”

You smiled. “I might just do that then.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Ahaha. You should meet the rest of the team too.”

The bell ring and as they all got up to head to their next classes, Luffy turned to you with a grin. “See? Told you it’d be fun. You should sit with us every day.”

You smiled back, feeling grateful for his kindness. “Yeah, it was. Thanks, Luffy.”

You headed to class and continued on with your day. Even if before you had noticed some of Luffy’s friends in your classes, you had never approached them. Since you didn’t know them and they didn’t know you, they were just any other classmate although you observed them more than others.

However, now that you were introduced to his gang, some of them now approached you in class. Starting with Nami, whom you have majority of classes with.

It was during AP Geography and Human Studies, that she approached you first. “Hey Y/N. Let’s sit together from now on. I don’t really like the people I sit with in this class.” She mentioned while taking a seat to the always empty chair next to you in class.

“Ah okay,” You replied softly. You didn’t mind her sitting with you at all, infact you hoped she would now that you both know each other. You always had a feeling you would get along with Nami, you were intrigued and inspired by her fashion and her beauty. Alongside her leadership skills and her intelligence. She’s the smartest student in this class, geography being her strongest subject probably.

“You know, you don’t have to be so tense with me. You’re always so quiet and keeping replies short. You can losen up around me. I promise I won’t judge. I want to be your good friend as well.” She motioned, with a gentle smile on her. Her pretty and expressive brown eyes gazing, seemingly analyzing you.

You shy away from her stare and replied, “Mhm okay. Thank you Nami. I want to be your good friend as well. I really admire you, especially your looks.” You hummed softly.

“Aw really? Thanks. I try you know. If you need any tips just let me know like…” She listed some out and you listened attentively. Afterwards, Mr. Cobra, Vivi’s father, made his way to his desk and settled down the class to begin the lesson. Nami and you stopped your conversation and quickly opened your notes to begin.

After the bell rung and the class period ended, you said your goodbyes to Nami for the day since you won’t be seeing her in your last few classes and rushed out to reach the PE locker room before the warning bell rings.

After changing out of your regular uniform and on top your PE one, you made your way to the gymnasium.

You usually just wandered off, never really grouping with other students and letting Mr Shanks just group you in with anybody.

You were standing there, distanced away from others as Mr Shanks explained the rules of the game you’ll be playing today.

You heard noise behind you and look back to see Zoro slowly walking to the circle formed of students in the middle of the gym. He nodded at your direction, his way of greeting and got back to listening to Shank’s instructions.

Zoro was in this class as well, however he was often very late, due to getting “lost” on the way here. You had no clue how he would get lost, sure, the school was fairly big but there was clear signs everywhere of where everything was and directions given out. It was almost halfway through the school year already. Either way. Mr Shanks always left him off the hook and consequence of getting a tardy since Zoro has a defense position on the soccer team, which Shanks coaches.

You hoped you both can get along later on so you won’t feel as alone as you feel in this class, having no companions to practice with and in general, talk while working out. You have observed Zore before and he isn’t really one to talk unless he feels comfortable around you like you seen when he walks with Luffy and Nami in the hallways, fooling around and bickering.

Shank’s whistle broke your train though and signified to get in positions for the game for today. You joined your classmates on the side of the gym, ready to give your best effort. Shanks had a way of making every activity feel like an adventure, his laughter echoing across the gym building as he encouraged everyone to push their limits and have fun.

~

The day flew by in a blur of lectures, assignments, and fleeting interactions. You navigated your classes with a focused determination.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you mentally reviewed your upcoming challenges. Tomorrow was going to be a kinda busy day, with a presentation for Biology with Mr. Jinbei and a chemistry quiz for Mr. Caesar Clown. You felt a familiar twinge of nervousness but also a sense of readiness. You had prepared thoroughly, and while the thought of presenting in front of the class made you stomach flutter, you knew she could handle it.Gathering your things, you made your way to her locker and then we’re ready to go home.

You exited the school building, your backpack feeling heavier than usual with the chem book in there needed for future later today. The day had been long and stressful, filled with classes and looming quizzes. You put on your headphones, scrolling through your playlist and settled for a soothing track to calm your mind. While you like to observe your surroundings and take in all visual and sound, you also often needed music playing in your ears to ease you up.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the group of your newly made friends gathered near the school entrance until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” Luffy’s voice was unmistakable, full of enthusiasm. You turned to see him jogging towards you, his friends following closely behind.

“Hey, Y/N!” Nami waved, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “We’re going to get boba drinks. Wanna join us?”

“It’s all last minute,” Luffy added, grinning widely. “Nami was craving it, and now we’re all going together.”

You hesitated for a moment, your initial instinct to retreat into your comfort zone fighting with the opportunity to spend more time with them. But the inviting smiles on their faces made the decision easier.

“Okay, I’d love to,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your plumped lips.

The group walked to the nearby boba shop, the lively chatter making you feel a part of something special, again. You noticed Zoro trailing behind, looking half-sleepy, while Sanji animatedly discussing some food recipes with Robin, who listened with her usual calm and attentive demeanor, with Franky’s hand in hers. Brook and him engaged in a playful debate about music, and Usopp was excitedly talking about a new gadget he was working on.

Your back also felt lighter than before. Before making the sightly distanced walk to the boba shop, Sanji had offered to carry your backpack, carrying his and Nami’s as well. You were about to declined until Luffy just snatched it off your back and carried it for you, grinning cutely at you.

Continuing, he walked alongside you, chatting about his upcoming soccer match this weekend. “Shouldn’t you be practicing today? I thought practices was required every day after school.” You asked curiously.

“Oh yeah, we did but Shanks had something after school. So practice was cancelled today.” Luffy replied.

“You should come watch us practice tomorrow tho! And come to our game this weekend. Shanks always takes us out to eat if we win, and i’m sure we will so i’ll sneak you in with us.” Luffy added on, with his signature mischievous grin on his face and a little twinkle in his eyes.

“Mhm, i’ll be there. I’ll have to ask my parents for permission if it’s during the weekend tho.” You replied back, with more confidence than usual that ignited from his invitation. Your heart felt light and bubbly.

At the boba shop, you all crowded around the counter, each of them choosing their favorite flavors. You, feeling a bit overwhelmed, let them decide for you.

“Get her the taro milk tea,” Nami suggested. “It’s a safe choice.”

When their drinks arrived, they found a large table to accommodate everyone. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with Nami and Robin making sure you felt included. The group’s dynamic shone through. Luffy, being his usual playful self, grabbed a handful of boba balls and stuck them to his teeth, making silly faces. Nami and Usopp laughed, quickly snapping pictures with their phones.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re gonna love this,” Luffy said, his voice slightly muffled by the boba balls.

You chuckled softly, feeling a warm sense of belonging. Despite the chaos, there was a sense of harmony among them, and you felt yourself relax.

“So, Y/N, what do you think?” Nami asked, gesturing to the taro milk tea.

You took a sip, the creamy sweetness spreading across your tongue. “It’s really good,” you said, smiling.

As you continued to chat and enjoy the drinks, Luffy and Usopp started a mini food fight with the boba balls, much to Sanji’s chagrin. Zoro, who had snapped off his sleepy mode joined in, adding to the chaos. Franky laughed, encouraging their antics while Robin watched with an amused smile and Brook laughing with his silly ‘Yohoho’ echoing throughout the shop.

You found yourself laughing along, your earlier stress melting away. The group vibrant energy and camaraderie were infectious, and you felt grateful to be a part of it.

You noticed Chopper beside you had pulled out his chemistry notes, flipping through them with a determined look. You seeing this, decided to join him, grabbing some of your notes and reviewing for the quiz.

“You’re really serious about this,” You remarked, impressed.

“Of course! I want to do well,” Chopper said, his eyes shining with determination.

You nodded, feeling a kinship with the little brown haired guy. As you both studied, the others continued their lively conversations, occasionally glancing over and offering their good-lucks for tomorrow’s quiz.

After a while, Usopp pulled out his phone, scrolling through the pictures they had taken. “HA, send me that one. Luffy looks so stupid.”Nami laughed, while pulling out her phone, which you noticed had a clear case and a small polaroid of Vivi decorated with hearts.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna be in your group chat?” Usopp asked, turning to you.

“um yeah,” you softly replied, nodding your head.

“Give me your account info then ,” Usopp said, grinning. “I’ll add you to it. We use it a lot to keep in touch and plan stuff.”

Feeling a bit overwhelmed but touched by their inclusiveness, you gave Usopp her details. He quickly added you to the chat, and soon enough, her phone buzzed with new notifications.

“Welcome to the crew!” Usopp announced, giving you a thumbs up.

As the evening progressed, the boba drinks were finished amidst laughter and animated conversations. Nearly three hours had passed in the cozy boba shop, and outside, the sun had begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the autumn-colored trees.

With the daylight fading, the group started to gather their things, mindful of the time. Nami and Robin, ever the nurturing duo, insisted that you don’t take the bus home with the evening growing late.

“It’s not safe,” Nami stated firmly, her concern evident in her expression.

“I agree. Let us get you an Uber,” Sanji chimed in, offering his phone.

Luffy, who had offered to walk with you part of the way to the bus station, looked slightly disappointed at the plan changing.

“Aw, c’mon guys, she’ll be fine,” Luffy protested, though his concern was genuine.

“It’s better this way, Luffy,” Robin reassured him with a gentle smile. “We’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

Reluctantly, Luffy nodded, understanding their point. Sanji ordered an Uber for you, ensuring the destination was set correctly before you handled the phone back.

“Make sure you get home safe, okay?” Luffy said earnestly, his usual carefree demeanor momentarily replaced by a more serious tone.

You nodded, touched by his concern. “Thank you, Luffy. I had a great time today.”

“Me too!” Luffy grinned, his usual cheerfulness returning. “You better come next time we go out again.”

With a wave to the others and a final thank you, you stepped into the waiting Uber. The ride home was quiet, the events of the day replaying in your mind. You felt a warmth in your chest, a mix of happiness and gratitude for the new friendships that was forming.

~

Arriving home, you settled into her room, feeling content. changing to your pijamas and climbing to your bed. You just layed down, enjoying the silence that your home offered as late night approached. Until you felt vibrations coming from your phone, notifications from the LINE app popping up. It was the group chat Usopp had added you to.

You browsed through the messages, saving the silly pictures Usopp took of Luffy earlier. Giggling at some of their funny remarks and insults to one other. You sent Sanji a quick thank you text for the uber he ordered for you earlier, and receiving a corny reply, ‘Anytime Y/N gorgeous 😍!’ followed by a long lines full of hearts and more romantic emojis.

Then Nami complained to shut up because she needs to sleep. You turned off your phone and settled it down, while going to the washroom and starting your night routine of skin care and brushing your teeth. Afterwards, you tugged into your bed and attempted to close your eyes and fall into sleep.

Your mind drifting back to the whirlwind of events that had recently brought you closer to Luffy and his friends. Reflecting on the day, it had been filled with laughter, camaraderie, and unexpected moments—a day you will fondly recall as you drifted into dreams of your subconscious.

a/n: is this too corny or too slow? 😣 Feedback pls except don’t be too mean yall. Also will try to have more longer updates!!! just cuz. Thank you!

[serejae]

WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 23. BUT I FEEL SO SEEN IN THE NIGHT

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"so are you guys like friends now?" woonhak asked as he recorded the 3 of you guys walking to the park together for a shoot.

"yep, we're best friends!" jaehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "don't push it myung" you glared at jaehyun making him turn to you and sulk, "you said we were friends though" he mumbled.

when you guys finally got to the park woonhak ran away hiding somewhere trying to find a good place to record you both without being caught. as he found a space, he zoomed into you and jaehyun walking. it was quiet for a bit before jaehyun spoke up "I'm sorry...i don't know why I'm so awkward alone with you..." he laughed slightly. you turned over to him and grinned at his loserness, "you're fine, we just worked things out like...yesterday. i wouldn't expect you to be all buddy-buddy with me you know?" he nodded and it went back to silence.

...

"how was your date with jaehyun?"

"i didnt go on a date with you...do you mean the fish one?"

"nono, JEONG jaehyun"

making an 'o' shape with your mouth you nodding understanding him now

"it was okay...i mean you should know, you were there." you smiled "i mean, it seemed like he was more on a date with me than you, he just ignored you and talked to me the whole time." "wow, way to rub it in myung..."

"no! i didn't mean it like that, i just wanted to know if you liked him or anything...just curious..." he peeked at you to see your head turned to him as you guys kept walking "well i didn't get to know him that much to like him you know? maybe if me and him actually TALKED, i could've but he wanted to go to a shooting range..."

jaehyun busted out laughing to which you playfully hit his arm "i took you on a better first date right?" he turned to look at you. and maybe it was the first time he fully looked at you since you two had met again but it seemed to him that you had gotten more beautiful than before, which he didn't even know was possible but it felt like he fell in love again for the first time. "you took me to a trampoline park on our first date..." "which was fun right?" "yeah, it was fun...really fun actually, then you took me to the laundromat because i told you my washing machine broke and you needed to do laundry" "hey we had hours to talk, a vending machine to which i paid for anything you wanted, as well as fresh laundry to come home to" "i never told you how much i enjoyed that, or when we went to the lame comedy club and wrote down our rankings on a piece of paper" you both stared laughing as you remembered the moment "i remember silly soosan, all we could write on her ranking was 'boo tomato tomato'" laughing you slightly lean towards him. "remembering these moments reminds me that our relationship wasn't so bad" you said looking at your feet, jaehyun nudged you a bit "ouch, but fair enough...

do you ever wonder how our relationship could've been if i didn't mess it up? like what would we be doing right now?"

"probably at another laundromat, ive been too lazy to do laundry."

"oh i get it, you would want me to do your laundry for you"

"and you would do it"

"i would..." he said under his breath

"what'd you say?"

"nothing."

"you would do my laundry?" you repeated

"oh i hate people like you, you guys pretend not to hear something then say exactly what i just said

but im serious." he stopped walking and held your hand making you stop to look at him

"what would we be doing if we stayed together"

"do we fix our issues?" you asked

"i mean we would have to sooner or later" jaehyun tilted his head slightly grinning

"do you choose music over me?"

"well, since we fixed our issue, no. no i wouldn't choose music over you"

"then we'd be-" you were cut off by your name being called.

"YN! YN!"

turning your head you see jeong jaehyun running towards you. when he caught up to you and jaehyun, jeong jaehyun caught his breath "hey..." he looked at you before turning to myung jaehyun. "whats uo Brodie" jeong said as he dabbed up myung.

"yn..." jeong jaehyun started "i wanna make it up to you and take you on a date to fix the first one"

jaehyun 1 felt like jaehyun 2 shouldve just slapped him at that point.

suddenly woonhak and leehan jumped ontop of jeong jaehyun

"WHAT THE FUCK- YN ILL PICK YOU UP AT 7 TOMORROW"

"KEEP WALKING

KEEP WALKING"

"NO-"

"JUST KEEP TALKING ILL TAKE CARE OF THIS"

"YN-"

the mix of leehan and woonhak fighting jeong jaehyun made you and the original jaehyun run.

[amunyan]

Warnings: smut...

Carefully you look around the changing room. "Good - I'm the last one. Now I just have to be quick."

Against your nature, you took your time after training. You volunteered to help tidy up the gym, asked a few more or less serious questions about some of the techniques, only to be alone now.

"Even though we are all women... I am still too shy..."

Wrapped in a towel, you undress clumsily. Then, armed with shampoo and soap, you enter the communal shower.

Another thing you never thought would happen. But because of the current problems in your block of flats...

Fortunately, the janitor was able to fix the problem with the power cut last week. But even he thought it would be better to call in a professional. Well, the expert arrived yesterday. Just an apprentice, it seems, but he was very confident and soon found the cause: a large leak in the technical room where the washing machines are located. It was not hard to miss it, as it was right next to the machines and everyone knew about it somehow, but shrugged it off anyway. A big mistake, because this leak was just a small part of a bigger one, hidden behind the washing machines.  So it was not long before the culprit behind the blackouts was found. One of the washing machines was to blame, as water had leaked into its circuit from a burst pipe. To fix the problem, the water was temporarily turned off that day to replace the broken pipe. But the electricity in the basement was left off for the time being to prevent a short circuit. And as the boiler was also in the basement, there was no hot water for a few days. Until the apprentice's boss accepted everything... So you had to... The other option was an ice-cold shower at home; and you were clearly more of a hot shower type.

"I hope this is the only time I have to do this..." you say to yourself as you turn on the tap. You still feel more than uncomfortable...

The warm water echoes in the tiled room. You quickly wet your hair and body. But you take a moment to enjoy the warm water on your skin. You close your eyes and lean back a little - a big mistake for beginners. Moments later, you jump when you hear the door to the changing room open.

"What the hell? Who else is there? Wait a minute... That's right. I forgot all about her."

"Nice view. Mind if I join you, (Y/N)?"

Mereoleona is standing in the doorway to the open communal shower in the changing room - yes, they really had skimped on the door and privacy here. Probably because no one would ever shower here anyway.

"Huh?!" You don't really have a chance to disagree, because Mereoleona doesn't wait for an answer. She quickly undresses and is now standing next to you in the shower. You don't even dare to look at her, because you are way too busy to cover your breasts and the area between your legs.

 "Calm down, (Y/N). You have seen her naked many times before. And so has she...", you try to confince yourself. "So why am I so nervous?"

This is a total lie. Maybe you have seen her, because she doesn't mind. But has she seen you? No...

"Hey, don't be shy, sweetheart. It's just us. But still..." She pauses and looks at you. Slowly from top to bottom and back again. "You never took off your towel in the sauna until now..." Mereo adds with a grin. "So; why are you here? I never expected to see you showering. Especially not here." She says, turning on the tap of the shower next to yours.

"Neither did I," you reply with an awkward smile on your lips. "But the showers here are more comfortable than mine at home, after the hot water ran out yesterday..."

"Problems in your home again?"

You nod, "Yes. But maybe they finally found the problem. It will just take a while to fix it."

"I see... And you really put up with the public shower here? Instead of asking me for help?" She looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you just nod silently with your lips pressed together.

"Next time you need help, you came to me, understood? You can always ask me, you know."

You nod again, this time a little uncertain.

"Well, at least I get the pleasure of showering with you."

Your eyes drift back to the ground. You can't stand her intense gaze. Nor that she was so casual about this. In comparison, your heart is beating so hard in your chest. On the one hand, you want to escape the situation. On the other hand, you want to stay.

"Can I borrow your soap?"

"Huh? Sure... But didn't you bring your own?"

"Hell, no. I usually shower at home. Well, would you be so kind?" She holds out her hand and you hand her your soap while you wash your hair.

"Goodness, if she doesn't have anything with her, why is she showering here? At first I thought she showered here regularly - she's the type. But now? But not really because of me?" You allow yourself the thought and blush even more than you already do. "What's she up to? She was very engaging and possessive on Sunday too. She cuddled me in front of everyone, called me hers and then kissed me on the forehead." You think about it for a moment, but you don't know exactly how to take it. At least you don't want to see the obvious.

In a careless moment, as you turn to rinse every last bit of foam from your hair, you feel hands on your back. Warm fingers sliding gently over your skin. You jump. Your heart starts beating like crazy.

"Mereo? What are you doing?" You notice that your voice is shaking.

"Just taking the chance to help you soap up." She replies with a kind of devilish smile on her lips.

You don't know how to react when her hands touching your skin. It feels soft and gentle as she rubs your back. Even though you wanted something like this, you could not bring yourself to admit it. You are still too busy being shy and ashamed of the situation, your brain has not processed yet.

Instead of feeling, you think about whether this is wrong or not.

"It's okay," you nervously try to convince yourself again. "We're both women... and maybe this is just a normal thing for female friends to do. Or in general. In Japan, people wash each other's backs, if I'm not mistaken. So... I've lost count of how many times we've been in the sauna and so on together..."

Mereoleona's touches become stronger and it's not just your back she's soaping up.

"Where is this going? Is this still normal between friends? She has always been the touchy type. But this?"

Slowly, her fingers have moved down your back to your hips, moving forward over your stomach as she moves closer to you.

Your heart is pounding harder against your chest. Your breathing accelerates. "She'll notice..."

As Mereo strokes your breasts, you have to bite your lower lip to stifle some naughty noises. Your mind goes crazy and you take a small step back, closer to her. You want to touch her too… "Damn it."

You both pause as you hear the door to the changing room swing open, followed by hurried footsteps and cursing. Not only do you catch the voice, but from your point in the shower you can see a little of the changing room. Mina, that's the name of the person, who just entered the room. A sweet but clumsy girl who always forgets something. The young woman ignores the sound of the shower. Still. You and Mereo cannot react quickly enough, alone the fact that Mina is too busy with whatever can save you. At least for the moment.

"What a snot... She always forgets something," you hear Mereoleona mutter.

But you don't even dare to breathe. You just hope that Mina will quickly find what she's looking for and leave. And don't see you two here. Don't see you and your trainer doing dirty things in the shower...

Only now do you realise that Mereoleona still has her hands on your breasts. Even though she's only touching them, it sends shivers down your spine. You can't stand them any longer. She should either fuck you here and now or take her hands off yours. But under these circumstances...

"Mereo..." you whisper, breathing heavily. "Can you please take your hands off my breasts. I...."

"Why? Mina will leave any moment."

"But I can't stand it any longer. Please..."

"Thank God. Here it is." Mina happily takes the scarf she thought she had lost. It is only now that she notices the shower is turned on. "Oh... someone else is here?" She whispers under her breath.

"See? She seems to have her stuff. She will leave any minute. Just a little longer, sweetheart." She gives you a couple of little kisses on your shoulder. "I didn't expect you to react like that. I haven't even started yet..."

"This isn't helping. You should stop moving. Please! I am already so damn wet, and not because of the water."

You can't see Mina, but you can hear her footsteps. You still hope she would be leaving by now. But it doesn't look like it...

She walks around the room, coming closer. Perhaps she has noticed your coach's clothes, which she has taken off in a mess, almost in a hurry, and thrown on the floor outside the shower room. Mina, the eldest of the three sisters and a cleaning fiend, would probably be drawn to these clothes like a moth to a flame... Nevertheless; Mereo doesn't seem to care. Or she hasn't noticed. She is still busy spreading kisses on your shoulders, which slowly turn into tender bites and leave their mark. But as she moves, her hands also do. She now pinches your nipples with her thumb and forefinger, probably unintentionally. "Mereo... You can't do this to me. Not now..."

Almost desperately, you free yourself from her grip, grab her wrists and push her against the wall. But she seems to enjoy it. Her wide grin even reveals her fang. She doesn't know what that smile is doing to you. But maybe she senses it.

"Shhh...!" you look at her and listen through the splashing water.

She still stares at you with a mischievous grin. "I didn't know you could be so wild..."

"Mereoleona..." you sigh and look directly at her now. "You know how much I like you and I would not mind if you continue to make me feel your fingers not only on me but also inside me. But now is not the time! So... would you please stop and wait quietly until Mina is really gone?"

For a moment there is only the sound of the shower. Your friend's gaze had passed you by for a moment, but now she looks back at you with a meaningful grin, suppressing a small laugh. "I think you're the one who's been too loud..."

Your eyes widen and you turn bright red with foreboding. Slowly, Mereo still fixated on the tiled wall of the bathroom, you turn your head towards the door.

Mina, who is actually standing in the doorway with the clothes in her hand, looks at you in complete bewilderment. Her face is as red as yours. Completely shocked, she drops the stuff she had picked up. "Mina! I... I... It's not..." You try to explain yourself, letting go of Mereoleona's wrists as you move towards her.

But you don't know how to explain this. It's not what it looks like? You didn't really know what it is... Or maybe it's exactly what it looks like?

"It's all right, it's all right," the other young woman sounds almost hysterical. "It's my fault. It's my fault. I'll... I'll go back then. I didn't see anything... I'm sorry!"

"Wait!?" You shuffle towards the door, wanting to say something in your defence.

Only to watch Mina stumble hurriedly out of the changing room, when your potential girlfriend hugs you from behind again.

"You get used to the nudity. But..." Mereo's face cames closer to your ear. "Do you really want me to put my fingers inside you? We can continue right now if you want. We've scared off the little intruder."  She grins at you cheekily, almost defiantly.

"Please forget what I said..." With a pained look on your face, you push her away and leave the shower in shame.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3940

back on the bandwagon i guess.

after talking with christine yesterday, i felt lighter. after writing my long post, i felt better. and then i took that energy and

did nothing with it.

i brought joel to methuen to meet dean to go to boston and i went to concord for craft night. i untangled knots and worked and reworked and re-reworked my woobles kit. my bag of goodies was appreciated for the contents of snackage. we got to stay late because of it.

around 11:30 or so i got back and went to bed, feeling fine about not posting.

today was me staying in bed to avoid the water pump guy and then being unsure of why the washing machine wasn't running so i texted john about it and he fixed the problem and so i did my laundry.

but i was bored. and fucking freezing. and i couldn't focus on my homework. so i left.

i sat in the parking lot of starbucks warming up and chatting with leo. he's been talking to a sweet and fun girl lately and he's literally the happiest i have ever seen him. i have sworn on my own grave to protect this girl. i haven't met her but i would break a man's arm if one so much as looked at her the wrong way.

they officially meet on monday, but they've been talking for a few weeks and are both on board with being in a relationship if their date goes well.

so he's been telling me all about her and giving me book recommendations and we kind of have a book club going on that this girl doesn't know about, or does, depending on what leo's told her. but it's funny and it makes me happy and it's getting me back into reading, so i'm glad for that.

i ended up going to target to get a notebook for my prob and stats class. the professor pre-does notes that were supposed to fill out, but i don't learn that way, so i got a notebook to take the notes my goddamn self. i also got a few other things, like cards and another notebook that was iridescent, and some holiday birds for my sister, but that was that.

and then i went to barnes and noble because i spotted a book at target that leo's not-quite-girlfriend told him about that he told me about. but it was weird edition so i went to the bookstore.

i got four books, a bookmark with an astronaut on it, and a ufo book light. i'm delighted.

i went to goldenrod for dinner and ate too many chicken tendies and then too much ice cream. and i've been back here in the cold apartment without my joel since i got back, doing nothing productive.

tomorrow i'm going to get lunch with kristen and hopefully get my homework done. i'm also contemplating getting a new ipad because mine would need a new battery and a new screen because it, yknow, cracked, right across the middle. it would be nice to restart doing artistic things in addition to using it for notes and having it as a smaller laptop of a laptop because my laptop is fucking enormous lmao.

the struggle is real.

i'm probably going to stop by the apple store tomorrow and then the verizon store to see if i can get one with cellular data. eh. shouldn't be too much money.

which is rich coming from me lmao

[bookloover35]

Bucky Barnes X Fem reader- Breakfast in Bed.

Okay, eggs, milk and leeks, I have everything needed to make a good scrambled egg, all I need right now is some bacon slices.

Then I can fix a nice surprise breakfast for my husband Bucky.

The thing is, Bucky has been very stressed these past few days, all this with the new "Captain America" ​​has really stressed him out.

And not only that, everything that is happening right now stresses him out.

And because of everything that has happened he hasn't slept or eaten in three whole days, I literally had to wrestle him into bed last night and force him to sleep.

And I know what you're thinking how could you wrestle down a super soldier well I'm very lucky there I'm also a super soldier otherwise he would still be awake.

TS

Buckys Pov:

Yn: Bucky Baby, time to wake up, I made some breakfast for you.

I woke up to my beautiful wife's voice and I turned to her with a smile, there she was with a tray of breakfast, while I turned I stretched out.

I really needed this, I've been so stressed these past few days and I don't know how Yn coped with everything.

I am so happy that she is in my life without her I would have done without her, without her with me and I would have gone into the wall I would have gone crazy.

Bucky: Wow what a surprise, this is probably the most beautiful thing i have ever seen, are we celebrating something?

Yn: Okay first no we are not celebrating anything this is just a sign that I love you and I care a lot about you and secondly you are talking about me or the breakfast.

Bucky: I mean you my love but also a little about the breakfast.

She laughed lightly at me and put the tray on the bedside table and sat behind me and started to massage my shoulders and at the same time she left kisses.

I felt my shoulders start to feel so much better than they did yesterday I tried not to moan but I wanted to because it felt so good.

Yn: You've been so stressed these days, you're so tense I'm worried about my husband, but I have an idea how about today you and I just stay in bed and just cuddle, does that sound like a good idea?

Bucky: That sounds like a wonderful idea my love.

I told her and she gave me one last kiss on my neck then she got up and was ready to leave I looked at her with a look that said don't go.

Bucky: Where are you going?

Yn: I'll just go and start the washing machine and take care of the last dishes in the counter so you can have breakfast in peace.

No, that does not work.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the bed with me and made her sit between my legs and her back was against my chest and now it was my turn to start massaging her shoulders and I also left kisses along her neck.

As my lips touched her most sensitive spot I smiled as I heard her let out a small moan.

Bucky: Today I decided and I want to spend the whole day with my beautiful wife and we are not going to leave this bed for the whole day and the first thing I want to do is to share this lovely breakfast with her.

I told her and proceeded to draw out several moans and held her and she laughed and said.

Yn: Okay, you decide, and if you keep doing what you're doing, there won't be breakfast.

Bucky: Okay I'll stop, I love you.

Yn: I love you too.

The end.

[nonexistenttho]

(mostly) Tamara and Tim prompts 

🚓There is not much she can do. Lucy is stuck in undercover op, and Genny and the boys left for vacation so she does what she can. She smiles awkwardly at the nurse and murmurs: “Hi, can I see... I mean, I’m Tamara Bradford, my cop dad had been shot in the ass?..”

🚓Ben the rookie is quite disgruntled with his temporal TO because for all his lectures about honor, conduct and values, Sergeant Bradford is having lunch with a pretty girl who is way way way young for him. It's creepy. Seriously, she could've been his daughter!

🚓Tim wouldn't have noticed the girl sitting at the waiting area but she flinched when someone gestured a little too animatedly. He's a grown up man but witnessing it was like a blow in a chest. A little innocent digging and he knows she's waiting for her foster mother. His history with his own father makes him suspicious so he definitely is going to meet her mother who’s happen to be his new rookie. Surprise!

🚓Tim’s wife is on a UC assignment. Again. He goes to bar and picks up a pretty girl. It’s just a one night stand. He does this sometimes because his wife away a lot. He’s not a cheater, he’s lonely, besides is it cheating if all of those girls are Lucy?

🚓Tamara feels a bit down. She came home yesterday and had to dose all the candles in a living room and get rid of rose petals. Ugh. Objectivly she’s a pretty young woman but somehow her parents get waaay more romantic action than her? They’re old. They have three kids (including her). How is that fair?

🚓Tamara is left to explain to her 5-year old siblings why mommy gave daddy tiny booties for his birthday and why after that daddy whisked mommy to laundry room to fix a washing machine. For heaven sake, it’s that got them in trouble in the first place!

🚓Lucy tries new character just for practice. She’s basing her on Angela’s description of Charlie Bristow. News flash, apparently, Tim’s into sharp suits, glasses and terrible British accent.  

(Please tag me here or on AO3 KerenCardo if you use one of em, I don't want to miss it!)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

lune!!!

i was rereading ant pile yesterday and i’m acc losing it over them. i was wondering if you have any hc’s / story’s you couldn’t fit into the fic or j wanna share (i love them sm, they have a pintrest board all for themselves) <33

oh i do i do!! first of all that means so much royal im smooching you so hard

there’s already another b-side planned but i haven’t gotten around to writing it but basically it’s inspired by dom’s song Bodies (so basically about barty’s slut behavior and evan being a jealous capricorn) so one time when they’re having sex they kind of get on the topic for some reason and at some point barty randomly blurts that a few months/year back (previous to them figuring their shit out) he had the thought of just getting evan pregnant so that they could maybe try themselves at a relationship. like a twisted way of barty locking evan down to him with the measure of being his baby daddy…… which is. just so deranged T-T. evan sputters immediately and hits b real hard on the shoulder but also Blushes profusely so that’s how they figure out barty’s breeding kink and evan’s daddy kink but only in the way of barty being his baby daddy. (they’re so stupid)

and for general hcs (and something i plan on incorporating in another b-side possibly) is that at some age probably around the time rose started talking to evan about finding a summer job at 13/14 barty realizes that he’s in fact from a much wealthier upbringing (they’re not exactly Rich people but his dad is a fancy judge and all) and that he’s basically costing the rosiers a lot of money by having meals with them and living there half the time. he’s very sneaky about his plan to pay them back. at first it’s leaving change around all the time, coins and crumpled bills that rose just assumes must be evan’s so she puts them in his money jar in the kitchen. at like 15/16 the washing machine breaks and barty pays the guy bringing and installing it. rose thinks she flirted her way out of paying and has an incredible self confident boost from it too, acting all silly and haughty about how gorgeous must be to evade such a high bill with pretty privilege lmao. barty starts filling up evan’s gas tank randomly, always finding an excuse to be the one to by snacks. he goes grocery shopping with evan’s mom and insists on paying because she’s already doing the work of cooking and all (he can’t overdo that one tho or she will get suspicious). ofc evan figured it out at some point (timeline wise it’s after the first kiss in Ant Pile (from the second chapter) and after the b-side but before they get together) and he pins barty to the door of his room. demanding an explanation and that he stops because they don’t need pity money. barty simply replies that they’re his Family and that’s what they do, they take care of each other. it makes evan so warm and dizzy he actually kisses barty for it

some time early high school they both bleach each other’s hair and they totally ruin evan’s curl pattern with it completely frying his hair and also they both just look Yellow and then rose comes home takes one look and tells them to not move a single finger and turns back around to buy toner. when she comes back she helps them fix it and it actually does look pretty badass. once it’s past half grown out rose cuts evan’s hair all short again. he lets it grow from then on and it gets all big and curly again and barty is violently obsessed with it

[re1ayanam3]

Her name is Margeaux, my new purse/travel companion. She is coming with to new orleans, will make sure to make her a cross choker and bless it with holy water.

Yesterday I broke my washing machine hose, a quick home depot trip and i diy'd it, glad it was an easy fix. Lots of men up in there, i will find many reasons to visit.

Started playing just dance again, perimenopause weight is no joke, wah. Have appointment on weds, need to make sure this shit im going thru is normal.

Have organized all of my clothes, they are now organized by color. Lol, black, white and red/pink. Next week will be jewelry and shoes.

Putting together kpop concert outfit

Returning the belt, but boobs lol

My last piece to my halloween outfit arrives thurs. I will put it all together and see.

Time to run errands

[puddingcatbeans]

vent //

so this weekend i'm fucking up my sleep schedule on purpose because i'm social media-ing for our event in twn, but today i still had to go into office to do some machine maintenance, so i figured i'd take it easy, buy myself some treats and take later buses, etc. admire the softness found in caterpillar rain, etc.

and then my sister calls and says she fucked up and short circuited the kitchen - this happens when microwave and electric kettle is on at the same time, which we have been told NOT to do, so now i gotta rush home and fix that. which, like, is not a big deal in the scheme of things (i fixed it in 5 mins) and i get that she was trying to help because she noticed our drinking water bottle is empty, but also like.

i asked her to cook rice on monday while i was at work because she was out all weekend and was returning home early that day. she went straight to bed after giving me the ok. which, i get it, she's tired out, she's depressed, etc etc. and i wasn't gonna use the rice for dinner anyway.

i asked her to get milk on her way back yesterday because my cramps were acting up yesterday so i had to rush home before i started bleeding on the bus. she gave me a heads up that she wasn't able to, which, fine, i wasn't sure she would pass by a market anyway.

but i just. there's a pile of laundry on the sofa that i refuse to fold for her. there's an avacado going bad in the fridge because i didn't know what to do with it and she said maybe she can blend it into a smoothie, but she is never home and when she is she is sleeping.

idk it's not like i am really angry, i am just tired. she washes the dishes i leave in the sink, which is nice, but there's garbage i haven't had time to throw out and i think i want to move out because even if i fuck up at least i'd be cleaning up only my own mess.

[mr-leach]

Okay so I am so close to taking my supervisor to the side and tearing her to shreds and then taking the bosses aside and tearing them to shreds because there are just so many little things about every single job that are never set in stone to the point where unless you are glued to your supervisor (impossible in my department for reasons that I will soon explain) you will have no idea how to do the job right and at least one thing will have to be fixed/changed and you will of course be blamed for it.

Yesterday I had a job where it was unclear to me where the tags should go on the garment. This has happened so many times that it might as well be a daily occurrence. Our athletic tops usually have the label on the left side seam of the garment, because tags on the collar are obtrusive and uncomfortable. Except when the customer wants the tag on the collar, of course. Usually, when that happens, the technical drawing on the work order reflects this. There's also another, secret rule that if there's two tags attached to the bundle (our logo tag plus the legally required fibre content/washing instructions tag) then it MUST be put at the collar. Sometimes though, the people bundling the job will just throw the additional tags in, even though they're not required, and we're supposed to just know when they're not supposed to be used. I have had jobs with hundreds of pieces where I was given two tags and put them on, only to be told after the fact that I should not have put both tags on. It's very frustrating. Oh, but SOMETIMES the customer will ask for things that we supposedly NEVER do, like they will want shorts with 2 tags, and so in that case we ARE supposed to sew both on, even though normally we NEVER sew 2 tags into shorts.

You can see how this gets annoying.

Now you might think that the order sheet that comes with each job would give us this information. It does not. Sometimes the sheet will have context clues on it, like when there's a tag clearly visible on the technical drawing. Sometimes, if there's only one tag, I know there's an 80% chance that tag goes on the side seam and not the neck. But otherwise, I typically have to ask my supervisor.

My supervisor is never around. She actually runs 3 different departments in different parts of the factory, and she is almost never in ours. She has a "helper" in each department, who is someone that basically keeps track of the work to be done and relays any issues to her (before you ask, no, they do not get paid more for the added responsibilities. Obviously. 🙃). Does the helper have access to the secret knowledge regarding the minute details that aren't accounted for on each order sheet? No. Why the fuck would they know that.

So if I have a question about where the fucking tag goes on something, the person directly overseeing me has no way to answer that question. Oh, but our supervisor doesn't like it when any of us get up from our machines and goes looking for her because it makes her look bad, so I have to ask her helper to do it for me. This goes for any of the half dozen of us in our department, meaning that sometimes, my guy isn't even around to relay my question, because he's busy relaying someone else's question. Idk how me sitting on my hands waiting to just ask someone where a label goes does not also look bad on my supervisor but what do I know. When this happens several times a week, or even several times a day, it can get really fucking old, and honestly it makes me feel bad for the helper because he also has his own work he needs to get done and he's stuck running around having to ask dumb questions that should be easily answered by the order sheet. So I'm really just incentivized to try and figure this shit out on my own by process of elimination, while running the risk of getting it wrong.

So yesterday! I had shirts to make. Tags on the side, right? Er, well, there's 2 tags. Well, then, tags on the back neck, right? But wait a fucking second. The technical drawing shows a printed tag (where the tag info is printed onto the fabric directly, for comfort). Maybe the person bundling added 2 tags by mistake? Maybe it's still a side tag, but with 2 labels, for some reason? I have no clue. And helper has gone somewhere. Fuck.

So I sew both tags into the side. I mean why the fuck would they make sure to show a printed tag in the technical drawing if they wanted back neck tags. It takes effort to add the printed tag to the drawing. And if the two tags in the side is wrong, I can blame it on the person who bundled the job for putting in the extra tag.

EXCEPT NOPE WRONG it was back neck tags all along! Apparently I should have seen the two tags and ignored any and all other information and just known to put them in the back neck. I fucking. Hate this shit. Of course when I explained my reasoning, the helper also thought it was weird that the technical drawing showed a printed tag and not a physical tag so he had to run around and be told by the supervisor that yeah, it was supposed to have two tags at the back neck.

Where is this information??? Why does she know where it goes and why is that so different from the context clues?? Also the person bundling must have got that information from somewhere too, how do they know???? WHY ISN'T IT WRITTEN ON THE ORDER SHEET??? GAAAAHHH!!!!!

[amnotaqueen]

A Fake Compliment/ Getting Supply

Every now and again there is the rare compliment that isn't really a compliment. It's a weak attempt to make himself seem like less of a bad person, I guess.

Today we were dressed up, going to the second day of our Regional Convention as Jehovah's Witnesses. He says to me, "This, your dress, still fits." I was wearing an old skirt and blouse that I've had a long time. The best 'compliment' he could come up with, without making himself throw up, I guess, was that it was good that I could still fit into old clothes. And that was it. He didn't linger one bit in any positivity about me. He has said things in the past like, 'That dress looks good'. Not, 'YOU look good.' I don't get romance. I don't get affection. I don't get noticed. My mom used to compliment me all the time and then sometimes at her urging he would agree with whatever compliment she gave me. I don't know how to respond to his apparently fake compliments anymore. I know they are insincere now, but I didn't always know that. Now, I mostly wonder, why would he be complimenting me? What is his ulterior motive. The motive definitely is not because he loves and appreciates me and wants me to feel loved and appreciated.

Yesterday, after the convention when I asked about buying some fast food for dinner because I didn't have time or energy to prepare a dinner for us because of the convention, he immediately responded by asking me if I knew how much was on his credit card. He was obviously annoyed that I wanted him to buy us dinner. Yet, today he introduced me to a Nigerian couple at the convention and he had expressed to them how good it would be if we all could get together and have dinner after the program, but he knew it was not possible because they were most likely tired and needed to get back and rest. He was trying them, hoping they would say 'Oh, we don't need to rest! Let's hang out!' But they did not. And there was no mention of how much was already charged on his credit card. There is no price he won't pay to get his supply. He does not withhold from himself the way he withholds from me and our son. It means that he is very willing to spend money to socialize with people he has just met, but he has not desire to spend money to eat with just me and his son.

Recently, I've gone months without a working dryer. I was hanging clothes to dry on my son's swing set outside (which my mom bought). I would also hang wet clothes on various pieces of furniture in a spare room in our house. Or I was drying clothes at my mom's house. He neglected fixing the dryer for months. He finally fixed the dryer when we were moving and then he left the dryer, so we moved without it and the washing machine. He had fixed it because he planned to rent the house we were moving from. That was what got him to fix the dryer, not the fact that it was inconvenient for his wife to get the laundry done for our family with only a working washing machine. Then, after we moved, I went another almost 3 months with no washer and no dryer. I was going to a laundry mat and washing loads as cheaply as possible (i.e. throwing as many clothes that would fit into a single washer, whites and colors together, with no bleach. Towels were mixed in with regular clothes. Bedspreads and sheets were not washed as frequently as they should have been.) Whenever I asked about getting a washing machine and dryer, he didn't have money. It was not a priority. I went to the Laundromat to wash our clothes when I was sick with strep throat in the snow and rain during this time. I'm not allowed to get sick. He does not think to help me at times like those. And he always has money to do the things HE wants to do or that gives him the supply he needs. At one point, he told me that I could wash clothes in the bath tub. I should hand wash a weeks worth of clothes for two adults and one kid in the bathtub? I still need to have his meals cooked too, you know. He is crazy. And when I asked him where I was supposed to dry all of our clothes since we moved and I don't have the swing set and extra space in the house now. It's very windy where we are, too windy to hang clothes on the fence to dry. Besides, that would be embarrassing for me in the neighborhood we are in. My narc husband didn't reply and didn't care.

He finally, eventually bought a washer and dryer. But the message that I do not matter one bit was heard loud and clear

[criminal-sen]

Okay, worst part about not having tumblr mobile is DEFINITELY the inability to vent whenever I please. Like yesterday, I was at the laundromat and had this. surreal experience where four washing machines in a row ate my quarters and refused to regurgitate them into the coin return. I've never had a single quarter genuinely truly Eaten at that laundromat? So having it happen at multiple machines made me feel like I was in weird, shitty Bizarro World (more likely, some mechanic 'fixed' them and wound up fucking them up even more? But i didn't reach that conclusion til later)

And then, since I'd just spent the last few minutes cussing and banging on the machines, I turned to the one other lady that was there and told her what had happened. Figured I owed an explanation, and maybe she'd also had it happen so we could like have a shared moment or whatever? But she. didn't say anything back to me??? And instead just shot me this wary, dagger-filled glare??? So at this point, I reach this little tipping point where my mood officially goes into 'FUUUUUUCK' zone and go out to my car and sit there Fuming and um. would very much have liked to post this rant about it right then.

And yes, laundromat scenario wasn't the worst thing in the world but it DID make me realize that tumblr mobile is one of the ways I use to calm myself down after Dumb Shit happens. Most of my vents go into drafts but they're still uh. vents. Maybe I need to carry around a little vent journal or smth idfk. I don't think it would have the same effect, though? Because the ability (whether I use it or not) to Share With Friends is, I think, the main draw.

Hmmm what else. I'm working on some little Nemu arts rn (was gonna finish that pen n ink but it's sooo wonky looking and I just can't seem to make it look decent? And I think the main reason for that is bc I haven't spent nearly enough time drawing her, or any women for that matter). Also have decided on my next Big Art - gonna tackle that Mayu/Szayel art where Szayel is using his weird udon transformation to function as Chair. I want to really go hyper-detailed with it and make it look like a.. statue or some shit. But haven't even started lol

[set-phasers-to-whump]

what does it mean, to be alone?

prompt: troubled past resurfacing

whumpee: sakari nurmi

fandom: karppi/deadwind

hi! i will admit i played a little fast and loose with the prompt on this one but this is something i've been wanting to write forever. it's an exploration of sakari's parents' death (following the explanation given in s3) and as such it is quite heavy and fairly graphic so please be mindful of that. hope you enjoy it!

Sakari wakes up to warm, soft sunlight streaming through his curtains. He yawns and rolls over in bed to look at his alarm clock. 

It is almost 10:30. His parents will have made breakfast by now, and he knows there will be a plate waiting for him on the kitchen counter.

He climbs out of bed, leaving the blankets a tangled heap atop the mattress. He tugs on a pair of socks and pulls a hoodie over his head, then makes his way to the bathroom. 

After he brushes his teeth, he spends some time scrutinizing himself in the mirror. His hair is a mess, sticking up on one side and flat on the other, and he tugs his fingers through it until it’s mostly fixed. There’s a pimple on his cheek that wasn’t there yesterday and if he really looks hard he’s pretty sure he can see the faintest shadow of facial hair coming in. Maybe. 

He pads to the kitchen and discovers that there are no signs of anyone else in the house being awake. The room is chilly and dark. There is no smell of coffee, no dishes in the sink, no plate of food awaiting him. 

His parents must be having a very rare lie-in. Sakari heaves a sigh - he’s hungry, and he’d been hoping for his dad’s pancakes. 

He isn’t a very good chef himself, and anyway, his dad is the only one who can make pancakes the way he does. Not even his mom can do it, even with his dad standing over her shoulder and offering advice. 

He’ll have to make do with something else. 

He pours himself a bowl of cereal and decides to make some coffee for his parents. They both tend to be a bit grouchy in the mornings before they’ve had a cup, and Sakari knows that this is especially true when they’ve slept in. 

He fills the machine and switches it on, then takes his cereal to the couch and turns on the TV. He’s not really supposed to eat on the couch because his mom dislikes it when there are crumbs on the cushions, but he’ll be careful. He keeps the TV volume low so as not to wake his parents, watching an episode of an American comedy show that he’s seen before. The smell of coffee permeates the room and makes him feel warm. 

When he’s finished the cereal, Sakari decides he’s had enough of the kind of stupid TV show and switches it off. He puts his bowl and spoon into the sink - he thinks about washing them, but decides that it can wait. Maybe his dad will do it. 

He considers filling two mugs with coffee and bringing them to his parents in bed, but his dad always adds cream and sugar to his and this is simply too many moving parts. He can’t carry two hot mugs and the cream and sugar all at once. Besides, if they decide after he wakes them that they want to go back to sleep, it’ll be for nothing. 

He decides to go wake them up and tell them about the coffee, at least. He wants to ask them whether they’ll buy him a new CD and he knows that the nearby shop is having a sale this weekend, so it’s perfect, really. He thinks they will say yes, and imagines that the coffee will help his cause. 

Sakari walks down the hallway towards his parents’ room. He knocks lightly on the door and when neither of them calls out for him to wait a second, he goes in. 

He doesn’t realize that anything is wrong, at first. The room is dark, curtains drawn tightly across the windows. The air feels a bit stagnant and warm, like sleep. 

“Äiti, Isä.” 

Neither one of them stirs. Sakari approaches the bed on his dad’s side. “Isä,” he repeats, reaching out and jostling his dad’s shoulder. 

He doesn’t move. 

Sakari taps his dad again, then jostles him harder. He recoils when his hand suddenly touches something wet. 

In the dark, he can’t tell what he’s just touched, and he goes into his parents’ bathroom to wash his fingers off. 

He switches on the light and looks down. For a second he doesn’t know what he’s seeing. And then it very quickly dawns on him that the substance on his fingers is blood. 

He leaves the bathroom without washing it off. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest. Something must be wrong. There’s too much blood on his fingers to be from a small cut, but what on earth could have happened? People don’t simply start bleeding for no reason. 

He turns on the lights with his clean hand. It’s shaking. He feels like he can barely breathe. 

His dad remains a lump beneath the navy blue comforter. Looking past him, he sees his mom. He doesn’t see the blood at first, and then he steps closer and realizes that the white sheets and pillowcase his mom is lying on are stained bright red. 

He’s breathing hard and he feels dizzy. He does not want to look any further. 

But he has to. 

He walks around to his mom’s side of the bed, looking at the floor the whole time. 

There is a gun lying there, right beside the bed. It is black and small and he has never seen it before. He swallows hard, then very slowly raises his eyes. 

His mom’s arm is hanging limply off the side of the bed. And there is a hole in her temple and blood everywhere, so much blood, and she isn’t moving and when he touches her face the skin is cold and so she’s dead, but how can she be dead? She can’t be dead. This doesn’t - he doesn’t know what’s happening. Is he dreaming? He pinches himself with trembling fingers, forgetting about the blood on them as it smears onto his sleeve. 

He doesn’t wake up. This is real life, but - how can it be? 

“Äiti,” he says. “Äiti, Äiti.” He shakes her vigorously. This can’t be real. She must be sleeping. His mom can’t be dead. 

She doesn’t move. He’s crying and the tears blur his vision. He shouts for her one last time. The only answer is silence. 

He climbs onto the bed, crawls over her, through the blood, touches his dad’s face. 

His fingers leave bloody prints on the cold skin and - he looks like he’s sleeping, eyes closed and mouth slack, how can he be anything but asleep?

“Isä.”

Nothing. 

He grabs the comforter and pulls it back very slowly. 

The sheets below are also bright red with blood and there is a hole in his dad’s shirt, in his chest, right where his heart is, and his clothes are all bloody and he’s dead. 

Sakari flies off of the bed, stumbling backwards into the hallway. He throws up, right on the carpet, and then falls to his knees. He wants to scream but no sound will come out of his mouth. He sobs instead, gasping and choking on his own breaths. 

He cries for a while, and then at some point he realizes that he needs to call for help. Maybe - maybe they aren’t dead, and a doctor can fix them. Maybe an ambulance will come and they’ll finally wake up and yell at him for calling 112 for no reason. 

He gets to his feet and stumbles along down the hall, still half-blinded by tears. He goes to the kitchen, to the phone, and picks it up. 

His hands are shaking so much that he can scarcely dial the right numbers. The line rings, and a woman’s voice, in English, asks what his emergency is. 

He does not know how to say what he needs to say in English. All the right words have left his brain. Even in Finnish he cannot think of what it is he needs to say. 

“Please help,” is what he eventually whispers down the line. 

“What’s your name?” the woman asks. 

He does not know why this is important, but he tells her anyway. 

“Okay, Sakari, what kind of help do you need?” she asks. She doesn’t say his name quite right. He doesn’t know why it matters. 

“I don’t - I don’t know,” he replies. “My parents, they, they are hurt. Please.” He is still crying, shuddering breaths and sniffs interspersing his words. 

“Where do you live?”

He tells her their address, and she says that help will be there soon. She asks if he wants to keep talking to her, but he doesn’t have anything else to say, and so he hangs up. The phone slips out of his hand and clatters to the floor. 

He doesn’t know what to do, now. He doesn’t want to go back into his parents’ bedroom. He doesn’t want to see any more. 

He decides that the best thing to do is to sit on the couch and wait for help to arrive. It’s close to the door, so he’ll be able to open it when they knock. 

He sits cross-legged on the couch and does not move. He has stopped sobbing, and now silent tears roll continuously down his cheeks. He feels hopelessly young and afraid and confused, and all he wants, in the whole world, is to crawl into his mother’s arms. 

After a little while, he hears a siren out on the street, and perhaps a minute passes and then there is a sharp knock at the front door. 

“Johannesburg fire and rescue,” a voice calls out, and Sakari stands from the couch, nearly falls, and then hurries to open the door. 

There are several people standing in the hallway. They’re carrying bags and they have stretchers and for a few seconds all of them just look at him. 

The one closest to him, a big, tall guy with a bag slung over his shoulder, puts a surprisingly gentle hand on Sakari’s shoulder and guides him further into the apartment so that everyone can get inside. 

“What has happened?” he asks, and Sakari manages to find the right words this time. 

“My parents, they are - they are in their bed and there is blood. They are - I think that they are -”

He cannot say it. He’s breathing heavily again and the man puts a hand on his back and tells him to breathe deeply. 

The other people have disappeared into the apartment. Sakari thinks they are probably in his parents’ room, and all of a sudden he feels that he needs to be there. He needs to be with them. 

He stands up very suddenly and rushes towards his parents’ bedroom before anyone can stop him. The door is open and there are four people standing around the bed and none of them are doing anything to help his parents. 

They don’t notice him at first, and then one of them sees him and starts trying to get him out of the room. 

“Don’t look,” she says, but Sakari has already seen. He knows what is there. 

He ignores her and pushes his way back into the room. One of the people speaks into a radio attached to his jacket. He talks very fast but Sakari hears him say police. 

“Are they -” he starts to ask, but cannot finish the question. 

The woman who had tried to get him to leave looks very upset. She shakes her head and touches his shoulder very gently and just like that he understands. 

They are dead. Really dead. His parents are dead and there was a gun and that man said police so someone has killed them and they are dead. 

The scream that he had been unable to produce earlier now rips its way out of his throat. He sinks to the floor and howls. 

Things go a little bit blurry. His throat hurts and his eyes sting and someone is carrying him even though he is way too old to be carried. They bring him to the bathroom, and he watches as someone else washes his hands. The water runs down the drain ruby red. 

There are voices and footsteps in the hallway. More people are here. 

“Who is here?” he asks. It hurts to speak and his voice sounds funny. 

The man who is with him - the one who he had met first, he’d said his name but Sakari doesn’t remember - says that it is the police. “I’m going to speak to them,” he explains. “And see if they need any help from you.”

Sakari nods mutely. He is sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and looking down at his hands. There is a bit of blood under one of his nails and he cannot stop staring at it. 

The man comes back after a moment with a big plastic bag. “The police would like to borrow your clothes,” he says. Sakari looks down at himself and for the first time realizes that his sweatshirt and pajama bottoms are covered in blood. 

He is left alone in his bedroom to change. He strips off all his clothes - he isn’t sure whether they need his t-shirt and underwear, since they are clean, but he decides it is better to give them everything. 

He puts on a pair of jeans and a new shirt. He wants to take a shower, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed. He feels like there is blood all over his skin. 

The man returns and takes the bag of clothes. Then he asks Sakari whether he would like to go to the police station. The police want to talk to him. 

Sakari nods. He does not have anywhere else to go. 

They go back into the hallway and there are a lot of people standing around. They are talking to each other and the door to his parents’ room has been closed. Sakari stares at it, and a police officer catches him looking and shakes his head. 

Sakari follows a whole group of people out of the apartment. None of them are really looking at him, and they’re all very quiet. He wants to scream again but he is exhausted and does not have the strength for it. 

He rides in the back of a police car to the station. The two officers, a man and a woman, speak quietly to each other in the front seat, and if Sakari unfocuses his eyes they look like his mom and dad. 

He looks at them and tries to imagine that they really are his parents. That they are driving somewhere exciting. But he can’t maintain the illusion, because he knows with horrible certainty that they are dead and they are gone forever. 

He leans his head against the window. Tears of pure exhaustion drip down his cheeks and his breath fogs up the glass. 

Not even halfway to the station, he falls asleep. One of the officers carries him inside, and Sakari does not so much as stir. He is deposited gently onto a couch, and left undisturbed. No one has the heart to wake him, this thirteen-year-old boy who is suddenly completely alone in the world. 

He sleeps dreamlessly for twelve hours, and there is a brief, blissful moment when he first wakes where he does not remember what has happened to him. 

And then he remembers. He feels numb and disconnected from everything, and when a police officer tries to talk to him, he finds that he cannot say a single word. 

thank you for reading!

[dylanpizzapie]

The rain hammered against the windows of their Dublin home, mirroring the frantic drumming in Saoirse’s chest. Down in the basement, the Bad Batch were, well, batching. Wrecker was probably attempting to dismantle the washing machine by now, Tech was likely interrogating Sara about the intricacies of their Wi-Fi router, and Crosshair… Saoirse shuddered. He just stared, with eyes that seemed to pierce through her, promising an unpleasant fate involving a bog and a rusty shovel.

"Spoons," Saoirse muttered, pacing the tiny kitchen. "We dig a tunnel under the city, using mainly spoons, and release them into the wild."

Sara, perched on a stool meticulously sorting a pile of LEGO bricks by color, didn't even look up. "Spoons," she repeated, her voice flat but not unkind. Asperger's didn't mean she lacked empathy, quite the opposite. It meant she saw things with razor-sharp clarity, unburdened by social niceties.

"That's it! I'm out. We're closed," Saoirse declared, dramatically throwing a crumpled piece of paper into a trash can already overflowing with equally disastrous ideas.

Sara paused her sorting, tilting her head slightly. "Do you genuinely believe releasing a group of genetically modified children, plus a toddler, into the wild will have a positive outcome?"

Saoirse groaned. "What else are we supposed to do? The parents are starting to get suspicious. Dad almost went down there yesterday to 'fix' the telly, and Mom keeps asking about the 'odd noises' coming from below. We're running out of excuses!" She started pacing again, firing off half-baked plans at a rapid pace. "We could dye their hair, give them fake IDs, and enroll them in school? No, Wrecker would probably break a desk. We could… teach them Gaelic and send them to the Aran Islands? Too cliché! We could… oh, God, I don't know!"

The problem, Saoirse thought, was that they were still kids. Okay, genetically modified super-soldier kids, but kids nonetheless. Turning thirteen was supposed to involve navigating the minefield of puberty and mastering the art of eyeliner, not figuring out what to do with a brood of displaced clones. And Sara was only ten, still learning fractions and arguing with her teacher about the proper use of commas.

"Foster care?" Saoirse suggested weakly.

Sara immediately dismantled that idea. "They aren't orphans, and they aren't from around here. And I doubt foster parents would be thrilled to house someone who can lift a car." She paused, considering. "Although, Hunter is rather good with Eion and Nimah. He seems very protective."

Protective? Saoirse certainly hadn't seen that with Crosshair.

Desperate, Saoirse turned to the internet, the digital oracle of all things weird and wonderful. After several hours of fruitless searching, she stumbled upon a peculiar website. It was a blog, adorned with hand-drawn spaceships and vaguely unsettling photos of someone dressed as a Wookie. The site was run by someone calling themselves the "Skywalker Siblings" from New Zealand, and claimed to be a support group for people inadvertently caught in the crossfire of galactic weirdness.

As she scrolled through their archives, Saoirse felt a flicker of hope, tinged with a healthy dose of disbelief. Apparently, the Skywalkers had been in a similar situation a few years ago. They'd taken in a group of clones, minus the toddler and, presumably, the superpowers. The youngest, a girl named Ahsoka, wrote about how they'd treated their clones like family, using some kind of system based on a children's movie Saoirse didn't recognise.

Saoirse stared at the screen, her brain short-circuiting. "Lilo and Stitch?" she whispered, the words tasting strange on her tongue.

"Saoirse?" Sara's voice pierced through her daze. "Are you alright? You're making that face you make when you're trying to understand quantum physics."

"I think," Saoirse said slowly, "I think I'm losing my mind. I think I'm being advised by space wizards to adopt a group of superpowered clone children and raise them as my 'ohana'. Based on a children's film."

Sara considered this for a moment. "Well," she said finally, "It's not like spoons are working."

Saoirse looked at her sister, her expression a mixture of terror and reluctant acceptance. "You know what? You're right. Spoons are definitely not working." She took a deep breath. "Okay. Operation Ohana is a go. But if I start wearing a coconut bra and talking to blue aliens, you have permission to commit me."

Sara smiled, a small, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips. "Deal. Now, about Tech…" Her eyes lit up. "He seems interested in the quantum entanglement properties of the LEGO bricks. I think he'd be fascinated by my particle accelerator model."

Saoirse rubbed her temples. "A particle accelerator? Sara, you never told me you had a particle accelerator!"

"It's in the attic," Sara said matter-of-factly. "I haven't had a chance to calibrate the magnetic field yet."

Saoirse groaned. "Of course you do. Why wouldn't you? This is my life now, isn't it? Superpowered clones, particle accelerators, and intergalactic family bonding. I'm officially certifiable."

But as she watched Sara disappear down the basement stairs, clutching a box of LEGOs, Saoirse couldn't help but feel a glimmer of something else. Maybe, just maybe, this whole crazy situation wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe, with a little luck, a lot of patience, and a healthy dose of denial, they could actually make this work. After all, what was life without a little galactic weirdness? And who knew, maybe Crosshair just needed a really good cup of tea and a heart-to-heart. Although, Saoirse wasn't holding her breath on that one.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

5.19.25 Monday

7:27 am

Still, have windblow...

Uncle Jun is now preparing going to his baranggay duty...

I will make my first cup of coffee...

It is tiring to clean the entire house and to arrange everything... I took my chance to use our washing machine coz from the past months they didn't allow me to use our washing machine coz of tight budgeting. What can I do??? But not my ideal life...

I need to get a job,bf who can really lift me up!

7:44 am

Still, have windblow...

I still can't see the one stainless hello kitty bowl, biological mother is not reacting since yesterday about this...

Yesterday, they had a Ms Gay pageant there in our court here...Nothing, someone just told me.... We were super busy trying to arrange this house... But we badly need a big renovations.

Angels, we are looking for a ref but Aunt Teresa is looking for a 2nd hand, it is a bit sad in my part. I know we are really on a thrift but not that much, I'm not expecting that way...

8:08 am

Still, have windblow...

Uncle Jun went back to sleep, but he is already ready to go....

Me? Drinking my coffee... Making my breakfast after a thousand years but still thinking of my diet and strength for John.

John will not take his breakfast if we ate enough just like yesterday... John is as well acidic like me, sometimes he needs to eat as well in the morning but usually twice a day lunchie & dinnerish...

I love this toasted wheat bread and cheese...

8:29 am

Still, have windblow...

I'm thinking how to fix my room as well but in reality I badly need a bigger room and a closet with a long mirror that is impossible to happen in my old Barbie Doll Room... It is my 13 year old girl room... Gets, angels???

Our bathroom in the living room is still in bad condition.We badly need to fix the toilet bowl, we need someone professional coz it's been decades those poops got stuck there...

Like I also badly need to do face lift and my teeth perfection to have my neon white teeth... Gets, angels???

9:01 am

Still, have windblow...

I shared some of my topic videos on Emmalyn Rebanyo Velasco, yeah! We were and are still friends since grade 2 and we were choir mates in INC or Church Of Christ way back...

But the time that I was super active my close friends were and are Maybeline De La Paz now became the wife of a minister Bacsafra and Fame daughter of minister, Brother Pascua.

The time that I was active the real thing Emmalyn was snobbish but we were friends but she was aloof and snobbish not that active on the church but only in the choir.

1:47 pm

Still, have windblow...

Aunt Teresa is telling something on me here... That this old room of RV, I will use it coz if ever RV will use the new room or old roon of nana...

Cheapness is the main game of Uncle DD or whoever???

Probably, Kookay will get the AC as ordered probably of Uncle DD, the last time he didn't want me to stay here in the room of RV after nana died. I said I'm not gonna use the AC...

In a lil while she will flight back to Japan and she said I should pray for her good situation like having a job as well so that she can still assist us, in a way and I need to get a job as well...

7:43 pm

Still, have windblow...

Saying goodbye to the old stuff of Aunt Teresa...

Her vanity table and closet on her baby-closet with Uncle Hideaki...

I also wanna have my own closet in the future... I wanna have a better life than this now.... We're having a hard time in a way....