#pancakes yap sessions

[pancake-furby]

just saw an ebay listing that called a furblet “ai” girl those things have a couple buttons and some recorded sounds/phrases that shit is not ai 😭

[artem1sc0re]

I’ve been reading Stars and Stripes since I got the novel and I’ve done nothing but giggle at the banter that goes down between Aiden and Jordi thank you tumblr for making me aware of this novel’s existence

I also doodled this one scene because I giggled at it and if I giggled at it I feel prompted to show it do you

The ‘scene’ in question:

‘When the waitress came back with fluffy pancakes stacked three deep, each as big as his plate, Aiden’s stomach growled.

Aiden stared at them with abiding love before pouring maple syrup all over until they turned from a light brown to a dark sodden colour.

“You are disgusting,” said Jordi who’d watched him drown in his breakfast with a horrified expression.

[rosenclaws]

Hi! 👋

I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could submit a request?

The reader is a shy artist who is a friend of Wades. She carries a sketchbook with her everywhere to sketch new pieces, but she doesn't show her work to people unless it's to Wade.

She and Worst!Logan become friends and slowly develop feelings for one another, but they won't say anything to each other because they think that the other wouldn't want them. Until Worst!Logan finds her sketchbook by accident and finds the book is filled with sketches of him. Worst!Logan confronts her about it, but she's a stuttering mess, and they end up confessing to each other. And please make it extra fluffy. Maybe throw in a kiss or a makeout session. Your choice lol.

Thank you and have a good day! 😊

Hidden Feelings and Hidden Sketches || Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, wade making suggestive comments, make out sesh towards the end, reader gets drunk and logan helps her out. Logan also calls the reader sketch. It got kinda suggestive at the end I apologize sldfjka

a/n: Hi!! This idea is adorable omg I love it, I hope it was fluffy enough for you I have to admit I'm not great at writing pure fluff. I also hope wade is funny because I am not funny so its hard to write his dialogue sometimes. I also altered the plot a little so i hope its okay

You never quite understood how you and Wade became friends. He was possibly the biggest extrovert you have ever met and you were the exact opposite. He saw you once at his favorite diner with your sketchbook and he jumped into the seat across from you.

Yapping on about your art and if you drew often and that he once tried to paint but the class didn't appreciate his art and asking if you'd paint him naked as a present for his girlfriend. Which you declined very quickly.

He wouldn't leave you alone, talking and asking you all sorts of things. You getting a few words in and him covering the other 98% of the conversation. He left with the promise of seeing you again and disappeared before you could say anything else.

It was an odd experience that's for sure but you liked Wade. Sure enough he kept coming back and a friendship had blossomed. He invited you over to dinner multiple times but you always declined, choosing to meet at the diner instead.

Slowly he got you out of your shell around him. Cracking jokes and sometimes putting him in his place when he went a little too far. You showed him your sketchbook after a while and he gushed over your drawings. Begging you to draw him at his best angles and you would sometimes give in.

When he disappeared for a while you got worried, that is until he showed up with a new dog and a very handsome new friend. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. Wade spotted you and waved but you didn't even notice.

"I know right, he's like a tall glass of rage filled water." Wade sighs as he sits across from you.

"I uh what?" You hug your sketchbook close to your chest as you rip your eyes away from Wade's new friend.

"Oh don't pretend like you weren't eye fucking him the second he walked in here, not that I blame you." Your eyes widen as you start to stutter. Your face heating up as you stare at the pancakes in front of you instead. A loud grunt catches your attention. You can barely meet his eyes as your brain is too busy being embarrassed by what Wade had said.

"You can sit on my lap angel cakes." Wade pats his leg but gets shoved to the side as his new friend sits down across from you.

"Logan this is my friend, be a good kitty and play nice." Logan rolls his eyes and chooses to ignore Wade. He does look at you though, burning a whole through your skull.

"Hi Logan," You say shyly.

"Hi." A few beats of silence pass until Wade breaks it as usual.

"Well aren't you two the life of the party, if you excuse me I have to go relieve myself." Wade stands up and instead of asking Logan to move, starts to climb over the man.

"What the fuck?!" Logan hisses as he grabs Wades shirt and tosses him to the ground. You can't help the laugh that escapes your mouth as your friend flops to the ground.

"So rude." Wade shakes his head and heads off to the bathroom. Silence falls once again as you awkwardly push around the pancakes on your plate.

"What's that?" Logan asks, nodding towards your sketchbook. You grab your book and shove it into your bag.

"Nothing! It's uh, just a sketchbook it's nothing don't worry about it." Logan raises an eyebrow as you panic in front of him.

As if you couldn't feel more embarrassed. You debate on waiting for wade or just leaving to save yourself but Logan makes the choice for you.

"You don't have to stay, not holding you hostage." He sips his coffee as you let out a shaky laugh.

"Not much of a talker." You play with your fork as you look up at Logan. He's much more handsome up close.

"Neither am I." He offers a small half smile and you return it. He's still incredibly intimidating but maybe you can stick it out a little longer. Logan's food comes and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence and when you're done you work up the courage if he'll be here tomorrow. He holds the door open for you as you step outside.

You clutch tightly onto the strap of your bag as you wait for his answer. He lights a cigar and you try and suppress your smile when he says he will be. As you part ways you realize that Wade never did come back from the bathroom.

That sneaky bastard.

-on

The diner uh, meetings as you called them, with Logan were amazing. His grumpy exterior was hard to crack but eventually the two of you started to become friends. Being with Logan started to become your favorite parts of the week. He was more than the tough guy persona he put on. What surprised you the most is that he seemed interested in you too. Well you know as friends.

Logan could appreciate someone who liked the quiet. He never pushed you out of your comfort zone, never made you feel uncomfortable. He was just Logan. Call it what you want but it was only a matter of time before you fell head over heels for that man. Not that you'd ever tell him.

How could you?

He's a superhero. He's gorgeous and grumpy and funny and so much more. All you do is draw silly pictures. So for now you settle on friends. Even if he makes your stomach turn with ever smile. Even if his laugh is the best thing you've ever heard. Friends. That's good enough for now.

-

"Wade Wilson I am going to kill you!" You say angrily.

He had texted you asking you to meet him for coffee and you had agreed solely because you never got the chance to scold him for his little dine and dash.

"Leaving me alone with a stranger!" You slap his hand as he tries to reach for your pastry.

"Ow! That was so five months ago! Anyways I was just trying to help. You know, relieve the sexual tension." You gasp as he makes a very lewd gesture with his hands.

"Besides, you and Logi bear are spending a lot of time together for just being friends huh Boo-Boo." Before you can stop him he reaches for your sketchbook. Keeping it just out of reach as he flips through the pages.

"Give it back!" You plead as you reach across the table.

"Oh. My. God. How come you never draw me this sexy?" He shows you the pages and you fall back into your seat in defeat.

You know what's in there and now Wade does too. Pages and pages of sketches of Logan. You feel like a stalker. It's not your fault! Ever since you met him he's all you can think about. All you can draw.

"Please give it back." You beg but he refuses.

"You'll get it back after you admit to Logan how you feel."

"What!" Your jaw drops as you make another lunge for your book.

"I am a very impatient man and I'm not about to wait another thousand words for the two of you to fuck." He stands up and tucks the book down his pants.

"Ew really?" You groan as you let your face fall into your hands.

"I'm having a get together and you're invited. Logan will be there it's the perfect opportunity." You feel like throwing up at the idea of talking to Logan about any of this.

Maybe you could just steal it back tonight. Or maybe you could never show your face to anyone ever again. Yah the second option sounds better. If only it was that simple. You waited for many anxiety filled hours, the only thing on your mind is getting your damn book back. You knock on the door and it swings open with Wade standing there, a stupid smile on his face.

"Honey badger at 4 o'clock." He hands you a drink and pushes you right towards him. You shoo him away, taking a deep breath and head towards Logan.

"Hi Logan," You say nervously.

"Didn't think these were really your thing." He says with a smile. You laugh nervously and nod your head.

"Yeah well...I thought he'd finally stop asking if I came to one of these things." You joke. Logan snorts and offers you the seat next to him.

"Good luck with that." You sit next to him and swirl around the ice in your drink.

If you're going to tell him then you're going to need a lot of help. Logan's eyes widen as you down your drink in one go, making a face before asking for another one. He's never seen you at a party, let alone drink.

"Why don't you take it easy there sketch."

"It's a party right, why not have a little fun." Logan keeps an eye on you as you drink and drink. As the night passes on he realizes that you might have had a little too much. You can barely get a sentence out by the time the party's over.

"Hi Logii!" Your arms slink around his neck as you stumble into him.

"Come on, let me take you home." He chuckles as he helps you to the door.

"Nooo, I needa get my uh..." You stop and think for a moment.

"My uhhh" Logan hums as he helps you to your apartment. You stay close to Logan as you walk through the night. He's just so warm and he smells so good.

"Got your keys?" You pat around for them and frown. Logan reaches into your bag and pulls them out.

"Right here." He unlocks your door and helps you to your bed. You sigh as your head hits your pillow.

"Oh! my sketchbook. Wade has my sketchbook." You say with a yawn.

"I'll get it back tomorrow, now sleep well." Logan takes off his jacket and lays it on you. He brushes your cheek gently. A soft smile on his face as he leaves you to sleep peacefully.

"Good night."

-

God your head hurt and the sun was way too bright. You crack your eyes open groan as you head pounds. What were you even thinking last night? You wanted your damn book back that's what you were thinking. A loud knock on your door makes you moan in pain. Getting up you swing open your door only to be met with Logan holding your book. Your face pales as you see a smirk on his face.

"Wade gave me back your book." You reach out for it but he holds it back.

"You're a real good artist sketch." To your horror he opens up your book and flips to one of its pages.

Right in front of you was a side profile sketch of Logan. It had been while you were at the park or something. The sun was hitting him perfectly, he had this content look on his face. You couldn't help but draw it when you got back home. To capture him in a moment where everything felt okay.

"I uh..I.." You don't know what to say. He caught you red handed. Your face is on fire from shame and embarrassment as he finally hands over your book. You can't even look at him.

"I'm sorry." You whisper. Shutting your eyes you hope he gets the hint and leaves, leaves you to wallow in pity.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry." He grabs your chin and tilts your head up.

"I'm flattered sketch. I think you really captured me pretty good." You still can't bring yourself to say anything as you hug your book tightly. You can't tell if he's making fun of you or what.

"This isn't funny Logan." You try and push his hand off you but his grip is strong.

"Not trying to be funny." He brushes his thumb over your lips.

"Logan..." Your eyes flick down to his lips and you know he catches you.

"Say it, come on don't be shy. Not with me." Sighing you dig your fingernails into your book.

"I love you." Your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezing shut. You almost hope he doesn't hear it but of course he does.

He presses his lips to yours roughly. You drop your book in shock as you melt deep into his kiss. Wasting no time in kissing him back, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. He deepens the kiss as his hands fall to your sides. You pull away much to his disappointment, his lips chasing after yours for a moment.

"I love you too." He kisses your jaw lightly making you sigh.

"You know, those drawings were good but I think you got my lips wrong." You furrow you eyebrows, you thought you got his lips pretty good. After all you stared at them long enough to memorize them.

"Yeah sweetheart, think you need a lesson." He walks you back until you hit your couch.

"Get up close and personal." He winks as you bite your lip. How flustered can he make you?

"Then maybe you can show me more of those drawings."

Well, If it would help make your drawings more, accurate. Then who are you to say no?

"Okay." You run your hands along his arm as you look back up at him. Nerves and excitement swirling around your eyes.

"Don't worry sketch, I'm a pretty good teacher."

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ sleepy boyfriend!yoongi⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist

boyfriend / uni au

fluff + implied smut

//

the campus is asleep.

fuck.

who wakes up this early anyway? it's 6AM and yoongi is half asleep, and irritated as fuck at the gust of wind that sends him shivers.

but he can't help but feel warmth begin to spread from his chest as he lays his eyes on you.

from a slight distance, he watches as the chill in the air makes your nose tingle. you clutch the litter tongs in one hand and a trash bag in the other and you’re mid-yawn when you feel familiar hands wrap around your body.

at first you jolt from the sudden touch, but the heat of his breath against your neck and the sound of his sleepy voice gives it all away.

“morning.”

you turn your head, your cheek meeting his lips.

he kisses them sweetly before letting you go.

you stand in front of him and take it all in—his sleepy glory.

yoongi inhales deeply with his eyes shut. hair is messy, hoodie pulled tight over his head. he blinks at you like he might still be half-asleep.

actually

he really is half asleep.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, eyes wide. you reach for his flushed cheeks and squish them. partly to warm his face and partly because he’s so cute all puffy. “you said you would never wake up before 10AM on a saturday. that it’s a sin.”

he shrugs, stepping closer. without warning, he leans in and presses a lazy kiss to your lips, his mouth warm despite the cold air.

“you were all pissed last night,” he mumbles, voice low and gravelly.

“no, i wasn’t—"

he scoffs at you. “you were pissed about how we don’t spend enough time together and how i never do the shit you like. so...” he gestures vaguely around you. “you like this? picking up trash at 6AM on a saturday?”

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“i do.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

… but there’s the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“figured.”

without another word, he takes the tongs from your hand and starts picking up litter. you watch, stunned for a moment, before quickly falling in step behind him.

he moves lazily, plucking up wrappers and cups with minimal effort, while you practically bounce behind him, talking about everything and nothing.

“you know,” you say, pointing to a crumpled soda can, “this is so much better with you here.”

he hums noncommittally, picking up the can.

“and,” you continue, “i feel like this might actually be good for you. you’re always inside. fresh air is important. if it’s mandatory for little kids to have at outside time, what about adults? you’re so pale sometimes, i feel like the only light you get is from your pc screen. with winter coming—”

yoongi grabs another piece of trash, not even glancing your way, but his free hand slips into yours.

like second nature, your fingers curl together.

soon enough, you’re not even picking up trash anymore—just pointing things out while yoongi handles it. he doesn’t complain, though he does give you a flat look every now and then when you get too bossy. he mumbles something about how it’s not what you’re telling him to do, it’s how you’re telling him to do it. you snicker apologies and he accepts them rather quickly. truth is, he knows you’re just excited. he is too.. he likes seeing your eyes so bright even if it’s at 6AM on a saturday.

when the bag is finally full, and the volunteer session wraps up, you beam at him;

“let’s have breakfast together! we’ve never had breakfast in the morning together. we do brunch sometimes but this is gonna be our first real breakfast! oh my god, lovie! i’m so—"

he groans, rubbing the back of his neck.

“love, how about we go back to sleep?”

“no!” you protest. “breakfast is important! a-and you’re already awake.. please don’t take this away from me—”

before you can keep yapping, yoongi steps forward, leans in, and kisses you firmly.

it’s quick, but enough to shut you up completely.

he pulls back, smirking. “okay.”

“really?”

“really.”

“great. I know this really good pancake place—”

“love?”

“mhm?”

“i’m more of a breakfast-in-bed type of guy.”

you narrow your eyes at him, your cheeks warm despite the cold.

“we can make pancakes at your place then.”

he tilts his head and looks at you.

up and down.

then, he licks his lips.

“with lots of whipped cream?”

your shoulders drop and you let go of his hand.

crossing your arms, you huff at him.

“you’re impossible.”

“so are you,” he says simply before nodding towards the direction of his place. “come on, love. let’s go back to bed. you can wake me up like how i like to be woken up and i’ll eat you for breakfast.”

[goldencithaerias]

Young Silco x Reader - Modern School AU (not proofread but the Silco brainrot is too real to ignore <333)

CW: SFW, tad bit suggestive near the end.

You two were classmates in high school; one shitty group project together where only the two of you were doing the work was all it took for you and Silco to bond together, mainly from talking shit about the other kids in your group who didn’t do anything.

You visit his house almost every Friday after school, mostly alongside Vander and the two younger siblings down the block. Sometimes, Powder would get you to play house with her, and she’d always coincidentally make you and Silco the parents.

It was awkward at first, but you were too fond of the little prodigy to deny her the joy of seeing you and your friend hold hands.

When it’s just the two of you in his somewhat rundown room, however, it’s much more intimate, in a sense. Just two teenagers geeking off about their hobbies and theories for the upcoming episodes on the show you both were illegally watching off of some shady website.

You had accidentally turned those short hangouts into sleepovers on multiple occasions, having fallen asleep on his bed after spending too many hours yapping about the rumored messy breakup between the class president and vice president. Silco isn’t too keen on sharing his personal space, but he never had the heart to wake you up.

Other times, it’d just be the two of you falling asleep together on the couch while watching Mean Girls, stacked on top of one another like pancakes with abs.

(Vander took a picture once and teased him about it later the next morning, and suddenly Silco was very interested in creating pillow forts between the two of you whenever you went over to continue watching Dexter. Said pillow forts never worked in separating you from his arms, unfortunately.)

During the summer of junior year, after successfully obtaining your driver's license, you drove the group downtown to an arcade you used to frequent as a child.

Powder beat the absolute shit out of everyone at Target Terror, and Vi got an all-time new high score that caused the boxer machine to almost malfunction. Vander managed to talk the staff out of kicking all of you out after that incident.

You tried out the claw machines after a cute whale shark plushie caught your eye, but ultimately failed to obtain the thing (since all claw machines are nothing but scams.) Silco saw how disappointed you were, and attempted at said claw machine, before being let down as well from his failures.

(He bought you a shark keychain for your car keys a week later. Said it was a congratulatory gift and definitely not because seeing you mopey and sad tugged at his heartstrings in a bad way.)

Silco invited you to homecoming during your senior year. It wasn’t a straight-up confession, but honestly, people were surprised that you idiots aren’t already dating in the first place.

You showed up, of course. Seeing Silco without his iconic side bang was sad, but you’d be lying if you said him with slicked-back hair wasn’t hot as hell.

The two of you spent approximately twenty minutes in the poorly decorated cafeteria room before sneaking off somewhere else. Ended up sloppily making out in the bathroom before you got caught by some poor freshman.

You giggled like a maniac during the entirety of the drive home, while he cringed and grumble for you to shut up. You continued said messy make-out session the moment your foot went past his bedroom door.

Definitely let you wear his jacket during the school day!!! Even if your styles were opposites or otherwise, he’d always leave his cherished leather coat inside your locker first thing in the morning. It smells a whole lot like ink and newspaper.

Silco isn’t the best with PDA, nor is he comfortable showcasing his affection for you or vice versa in any public space, period. Even around your little group, the most he’d do is hold your hands, and even so it is kept to a minimum.

In the privacy of his or your room, however? Better be prepared for a shower of kisses and gentle caresses all over your body.

A forehead kiss a day keeps the sadness away, they say.

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 10

First night with an infant...

CW: Distressed infant, adoption distress

Since Tiana cannot communicate her thoughts will be in brackets

Eliza: Goodnight little one, I’m so glad you’re here. If you need help in the night Daddy will be on it, okay? Sleep well *kisses*

Eliza leaves and Tiana is feeling how tired she is. She’s feeling sleepy but doesn’t understand where mother has gone. She had a mummy but she hardly saw her before some person in a suit took her away. She was in a stuffy place that was noisy for a while, she didn’t like it there. She likes it here but where have mother and daddy gone? Were they temporary to?

Tiana panics. Maybe they don’t love her either. Maybe they’re leaving her here to starve. Yes she was just fed but that’s not the point. She is alone again! Feeling betrayed she bursts into tears.

Bob: Now now, what’s this? I could hear cries from down the hall

Tiana: *sniffles* (better stop crying, daddy might not like it, might get lady in suit to take me away again)

Bob: Do you want some company? Well daddy can stay here until you fall asleep, huh? How about that. You just lie there and daddy will tell you a story

Tiana: *cries* (I snuggly sleeper, I want company)

Bob: It’s okay honey, shush now, shush. Daddy is right here. Once upon a time there was a very badly behaved girl, and her name was Goldilocks

Bob continues to spin his story of the misbehaved girl who thought it was okay to break into houses. He spends extra time on the food section of the story. Eventually Tiana yawns, stretches, closes her eyes and begins to snore

Bob: And that is why you should never trust blondes. I did it? I did it! Oh, fudge, quiet *switches to whisper* goodnight honey, dream of sweet food

He attempts to tiptoe out of the room, doing his best to stay quiet.

By the time Bob returns with the baking book he’s meant to be studying Ginger has come in to join the snoozefest. Bob smiles and looks over the finer points of crust assembly, he needs to learn this stuff for promotion. After an hour or so Ginger wakes up and Bob ushers her to the lounge before she can start barking beside the sleeping infant.

Bob: So here’s the plan, if Tiana is sleeping we don’t bark, okay?

Ginger: *barks* It’s not me you should worry about, Strawberry is the vocal one

Strawberry: *yaps* What an accusation, some sister you are

It turns out that Tiana hates wake up time! In the early hours she wakes up very sad! She had a bad dream with lots of loud noises and wants some comfort. Looking out she sees an empty nursery and worries. Should she cry for attention or will that make mother and daddy go away? She cried and mummy went away. It’s too much for Tiana and she begins to sob. Luckily for her someone was deliberately listening out for her.

Eliza: It’s okay Tiana, mother is here, it’s okay honey

Tiana: *blubs* (mother came for me, maybe mother does love me)

Eliza: Come with me Tiana, up we go

Tiana: *sniffles* (Go where? Not away from mother)

Eliza: Are you a bit sad? Let’s have a snuggle huh? I love a good snuggle with my daughter. Who’s that? Is that you? Yes it is. You’re my daughter, yes you are

She lays a slightly happier Tiana on the changing table and begins the process of giving her a new diaper. Suddenly a pungent odour hits her about the head.

Eliza: *gags* Thank the watcher life with Bob prepared me for fumes like this

Tiana: *smiles*

Eliza: Does a new diaper make you happy huh? Let’s get rid of that yucky yucky smell

Tiana smiles up at Eliza as she finishes changing her.

After a feeding session that didn’t end in spitting up Eliza gets Tiana in her outfit for the day (it has been clearly marked as day attire by Bob) and settles her onto the playmat.

Eliza: Shall we have some playtime Tiana? What’s this hmm

Tiana: *smiles*

Eliza: It’s a ring and we can play with it. See how mother is playing? It’s fun! You have rings of your own there if you want to join in

Tiana: *smiles*

Eliza spends a good half hour entertaining Tiana and near the end it seems like the infant wants to join in. She eyes up one of the nearby hanging toys and reaches out her arm to try grab it.

Eliza: Are you reaching? Well done my baby *claps*

Tiana: *pouts*

Eliza: Don’t worry, you’ll be able to reach it eventually. Shall we have some tummy time? When you get big and learn to sit up you’ll be able to reach the toys all by yourself

Eliza: Come on now Tiana, can you lift your head for mother

Tiana: *cries* (it’s tricky)

Eliza: Come on honey, keep trying, you can do it

Tiana: *whimpers* (I’ll try)

Eliza keeps providing encouragement and after some time Tiana successfully holds her head up!

Eliza: Oh well done you! Aren’t you clever

Scooping Tiana off the mat Eliza gives her a big cuddle to celebrate.

Eliza: Just you wait until we tell daddy, he’ll be so impressed with you

Tiana smiles and Eliza holds her up to give her a kiss before returning to a snuggle.

Bob: Alright, who’s ready for time with daddy? Where’s my little princess

Eliza: Right here, and I think she’s got a surprise for you

Tiana smiles at Bob as Eliza passes her over.

Bob: Hello beautiful. Is surprise code for dirty diaper

Eliza: *laughs* no, she’s been changed and fed, but put her on the playmat and see what happens

Bob: See what happens. Sounds rather mysterious. How about it Tiana, shall we have some tummy time

Tiana continues smiling and Bob places her down gently while Eliza goes to get another couple of hours of sleep.

Tiana begins to cry on her tummy and Bob worries that she wants Eliza to come back. He knows he can’t go running to Eliza for help with everything though, he won’t build his bond with his daughter by hanging back.

Bob: Can you show daddy what you did with mother huh? Can you do that Tiana

Sniffling Tiana raises her head and looks at Bob.

Bob: You’re lifting your head? Oh that’s great! Come here honey

Bob pulls Tiana up and snuggles her close gently kissing her forehead.

Bob: It sounds like you’ve been up for a while now, would you like a nap? How about that? A nap with daddy

Settling into the rocking chair Bob holds Tiana as she yawns and falls soundly asleep.

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[bakery-anon]

hello hello bakery anon! i’m so sorry about that manager girl and i hope your day has been better now, you definitely didn’t deserve it and i hope when you went home you rewarded yourself with something for making it through the day <333 make sure you eat and take care of yourself !! it’s probably been a long day but YOU MADE IT !! so you should be proud of yourself <3333 please do take care of yourself !! you deserve every good thing in the world !! xoxoxo

- mango anon <3

MANGO ANON <333 MY DARLING <3333

Tbh I rewarded myself before I got home lol- she ended up being a server and I was cooking on the line so after she yelled at me I didn’t see her for the rest of the day 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 it was kinda sad, like no one ordered any of the stuff I made :( to be fair to them though. Who really orders crepes when there are pancakes (me, that’s who).

Because we had so many extra crêpes I just started making them for my friends because we had to skip lunch for the serve so I fed them. I had the person making omelets make me one. Delicious. I had two. There wasn’t a whole lot to clean because people were actually doing their jobs (I cannot tell you how happy I was when I walked past the dish room and saw it empty and spotless).

I think we ended up making like 40 something crepes because it was two per order and I’m pretty sure I only used like 16 of them- and then the parfaits I made like three of them got eaten. I thought they would be more popular just because of how hot it’s been these past few days but alas.

Everything ended up fine in the end though. I did not like cooking on the line though. I wasn’t even cooking because we were serving cold crepes (weird-) but I did not enjoy being there regardless. One of my friend’s dad came in so we harassed him (both of us held the plate and delivered his food to him and then sat and chat because he came in during a really slow time). AND THEN. CHEF (teacher lol) GAVE US POPSICLES BECAUSE IT WAS HOT OUTSIDE. I have a love hate relationship with that man.

I’m really excited because I have a field trip tomorrow. We’re going to an apple orchard and usually we wear uniforms for school but for field trips we don’t 🥰 so I’m gonna be all dressed up and feel nice. Oh, and I def stole like 4 bananas from the kitchen. Like put them in a to-go box and left before someone saw me-

It’s funny, you actually sent this in right as I started eating dinner. My mom made cheesy ranch burger which is..okay. I prefer Cheeseburger Macaroni but it is what it is. I am enjoying my sustenance. I’m trying really hard to take care of myself <333

MAKE SURE YOU EAT FOOD TOO MANGO ANON :( <3333 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. You deserve all the good things in the world too <3333 I hope you had the loveliest day ever because you’re so sweet and you deserve it. I read your yap session with Ness and I love you guys :(((

If I could make you French toast and send it to you I would </3 you deserve all the French toast <3333

I LOVE YOU MANGO ANON HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER. REMEMBER TO EAT AND DRINK WATER. ALSO PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

Thank you so much for coming into my inbox I love these messages. Feel free to yap to me about anything, as you can see I have no life and respond quite quick lol.

Flowers for you 💐💐💐💐🌷🌷

MWAH!!!! That’s a forehead kiss btw. And many hugs <3

Love you mango anon take care. Till we talk again <333

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NCT One Shot Collection

Member: Doyoung

Genre: Fluff, crush? tutor Doyoung hehe

Word Count: 2.4k

Jungwoo sat across you in the library, twirling his pen through his fingers, his strawberry blonde fringe covering his eyes from your angle. Girls were looking at him from the back as he ruffled his hair out of frustration.

"Do you know how to do this question?" He whispers from across the table, earning your attention as you pulled out your earpiece.

"Does it look like I do?" You squinted your eyes at him, lifting your own notepad and showing him the nonsensical workings you had scribbled down in the last 10 minutes.

"Where did Mom's smart genes go? They aren't with me and they sure as Hell aren't with you," Jungwoo yawned. You glared at your twin brother through half-hooded eyes.

Jungwoo buried his face in his palms for a while, before suddenly reaching into his bag for his phone. He unlocks it and begins typing. You raise your brow. Probably texting someone for answers.

"I'm texting someone I know to come over to help me out with this question. Not asking for answers, in case you were wondering," Jungwoo declared without even looking at you. You roll your eyes.

It hadn't been five minutes before you noticed some girls sitting at the corner of the L-shaped library look up, their eyes lighting up as someone important entered the library.

God, it's Jungwoo's popular boy group.

Dong Young, Taeyong, Jaehyun and Mark turned up. You were Mark's freshmen orientation camp facilitator so he always found some reason to irritate you despite being younger than you.

"Which question is it?" Dong Young immediately grabbed a chair and plopped himself next to Jungwoo. Taeyong took a seat in the far corner, Mark next to you and Jaehyun next to him.

"Well, well, well," Mark teasingly looked over at your progress. You scoffed and instinctively shoved his head away from you. Jungwoo started explaining the difficulty of the question to Dong Young while Mark was just busy annoying the hell out of you.

"Ah... that's why," Jungwoo took the notepad back from Dong Young who was writing out the workings and explaining the concept to him simultaneously. "Dude, we're both idiots," Your brother hurled an eraser at you.

"I know we're both idiots—” You snapped in return, throwing the eraser back at him.

You and Jungwoo finished your worksheets before expected time with Dongyoung's help. Girls looked over at you with jealousy and spite, wishing that they could've been in your shoes instead: the twin sister of one of the most popular guys in school. Though you weren't close with the guys, you sure saw way more of them at your place when they came over to hang out with Jungwoo. You and Mark could click as friends, and that was a bonus point to get you into this sacred circle you honestly didn't have any interest in.

"Come on, we're supposed to get dinner," Dongyoung patted Jungwoo on his back, patting down the creases on his pants as he stood up. Jungwoo did a little "oh", before sweeping all his stationery into his bag and leaving you at the table, your things still sprawled out. Dongyoung watched as the rest of the guys started packing up too, noticing that you hadn't moved an inch and instead pulled out a textbook of a different subject.

Fast forward two months later, you were done with exams. But neither you nor Jungwoo did as well as your tutor, Dong Young, had expected the both of you to do. You found yourself quickly avoiding Dong Young and rushing home after soccer practice, not bothering to update him on the grade you received.

"Yah," You felt a pillow ram down into your side. You groaned and opened your eyes, turning over to notice him standing over you. Your eyes registered the walls and ceiling of your room, and some of your hair was stuck in your mouth. Then, you registered Dong Young’s face.

"Oh my God," You grabbed the pillow he hit you with and covered your face. What the Hell is he doing in my room in the morning—

"You got a C for your math paper?" Dongyoung's voice was strict.

"I've been hearing this all day yesterday in school, I was surprised you didn't kick down my door last night—"

"I'm never gonna know anything if you and Jungwoo continuously hide your grades from me. What good am I of a math tutor if the both of you don't improve?"

“You are a good math tutor! We’re just… learning it at an... exponentially slow rate..." You mutter under the pillow.

"That's not even the proper way of using 'exponentially' in a sentence. Come on, get up," Dongyoung pulled away the pillow and picked up your plushie that you kicked to the floor.

"What? Get up to go where and do what? Finals just ended, let me catch up on my sleep," You whined, this time pulling the blanket over your head.

"Your mom told me you knocked out at 9pm last night and it's 11am now, so for the record, you knocked out for 13 hours. I think that's enough sleep you've gotten in the last 24 hours," Dongyoung pulled the blanket away from your face, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Oh Lord, the numbers that are spewing out of your mouth—"

Dongyoung sighed and rolled his eyes, looking down at you with his rabbit doe eyes.

"Okay then, treat it like you're doing it for me? Pretend it's our date you're going out for."

"No, you're going to lecture me on our—wait, what?"

"No, I'm not. Jeez, am I such a bad date that you think I would yap about your math grade all day?"  

You blinked and watched him turn away to leave the room. A frown had formed on your forehead, and you were unsure if you misunderstood him, or you were simply hallucinating. Shaking your head, you rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed, stacking the pillows atop each other nicely and folding your blanket.

What is Dongyoung doing here? It’s not like he had a tutor session with you or Jungwoo.

You were dressed casually in a large tee and jean shorts, your hair tied up messily in a bun. The kitchen came into view, and Dongyoung looked like he was ready to smack Jungwoo with a plate. Your mother was laughing while she flipped pancakes, agreeing with Jungwoo on something he said. You don’t remember the last time you had breakfast with your brother and mother around, much less Dongyoung.

“Do I want to know what I missed out and why he’s ready to kill your son?” You directed the question at your mother and grabbed a seat between Jungwoo and Dongyoung, using your hands and digging your fingers into the crowns of their hairs to push them apart.

“Oh, I think that’s for you to find out on your own, sweetie,” Your mother turned with a plate of freshly flipped pancakes, and there was a glimmer in her eyes that you hadn’t seen in a while. They almost looked… mischievous…

You frown at her strange, strange reaction that you not only found unfamiliar, but unsettling for some reason—

“Dongyoung hyung likes you!”

Everybody freezes. Your mother blinked at you, then at Jungwoo, and bit down on her bottom lip when her eyes finally travelled to Dongyoung. She awkwardly moved back to the stove and the sink, ignoring the extremely tense and awkward atmosphere behind her. You turn your head painfully slowly to look at Dongyoung, locking eyes with him for a second. They were so soft and gentle, unlike the look he had when he was teaching you or Jungwoo. You could’ve sworn he blushed, but he quickly snapped out of it by moving away from your hand that was still in his hair and nearly pounced on Jungwoo.

“That felt really good—” Jungwoo was shielding his head from Dongyoung’s rampage, nearly falling off the stool.

“You! I can’t believe this—” Dongyoung exasperatedly huffed, his hair messy from your pushing and arms slightly red from trying to beat up Jungwoo.

All this was happening but nothing was happening in your head. You still couldn’t process this. Was this a prank? Just so Jungwoo could poke fun at the both of you? Was it true? Was this why Dongyoung said that you were going on a date?

“What are you doing here, Dongyoung?” You carefully asked, looking at Dongyoung like you were scared of what he might say afterwards. The question obviously caught everybody by surprise, because it looked like another freeze frame. The water at the sink your mother was standing by was the only sound in the kitchen. Jungwoo was cautiously scanning Dongyoung, trying to read his expression because Dongyoung was now back-facing you after going crazy on Jungwoo.

Dongyoung had his lips sucked between his teeth and he turned around and shyly locked eyes with you. The eye contact didn’t last very long though.

“I… I came to ask for permission from your mom… and this idiot…” He glares back, over his shoulder, at Jungwoo. He sighed heavily and looked like he was bracing himself. “To ask you out.”

“Good God!” Jungwoo exclaims and buries his head in his hands. You weren’t sure if he was elated or distraught. He suddenly stands up, and the impact pushes the stool outwards at least a metre, the sound of the stool’s legs dragging against the floor scares you a little. “After one whole year! You finally got it off your chest!”

One… one year?

Dongyoung had his head hung low, and his eyes plastered to the floor like it was made of gold.

“Come here, y/n,” Jungwoo walks around Dongyoung and reaches to you, pulling you towards his chest and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “You can choose to break his heart and say no, or you could say yes and let him take you out on a date. It doesn’t matter. Hyung and I had a deal that if he shut down, like he is doing right now, I’d be the one to tell you this.”

You frown at your brother and lean the opposite direction, feeling squirmish at the physical contact. Most of the time, the only physical contact between you and your brother was when you were beating him up over something dumb he did.

“Hey, Earth to y/n?” Jungwoo waved an open palm before your eyes.

“I heard you, whackass,” You nearly growled, slapping his hand away. You turned your attention back to Dongyoung, who now looked frozen in place, like he had just looked Medusa in the eye and turned to stone. You writhe away from Jungwoo, only now noticing your mother wasn’t in the kitchen anymore, and approached Dongyoung. He was a little shorter than Jungwoo, so looking up at that angle to meet his eyes weren’t very difficult.

What was difficult was realising that he reciprocated your feelings all this while. The two of you were just too dumb to notice anything. Either that, or the both of you were great at masking your feelings.

Had it been Mark who was in your room and saw you fresh out of bed, you would’ve killed him on the spot. But it was Dongyoung, and you were only worried about how shitty you looked in the morning.

“I… don’t know what to say…” You begin, unsure about how to approach the situation. Do you tell him that you gradually fell for him while he was teaching you? Do you tell him that you would totally agree to a date?

“It’s okay, y/n,” Dongyoung finally speaks and shakes his head. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. Jungwoo and the others just wanted me to get it out of my system, so… well, you know. If you say no, at least it wouldn’t hurt as much as if I waited another year to do s—”

“Yes.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, only now realising what you blurted out. You hurriedly covered your mouth, like you said something wrong. Dongyoung’s eyes were blinking non-stop, and Jungwoo’s eyes were widening to a size you never knew was possible.

“Omo,” Jungwoo pressed his own cheeks together and screamed while running out of the kitchen. “UMMA! Y/N SAID YES!”

Dongyoung’s eyes were now wide, and it was the same look he had when you or Jungwoo were too dumb to understand an easy question.

“I’m sorry,” Dongyoung finally breaks the silence by providing an awkward chuckle. He rubs the back of his neck and breaks the eye contact, looking away to catch his breath before looking at you again. “Did I… we… did you say yes?”

You slowly nodding, feeling your heart race in your chest. Your palms were sweating and you could start to feel your neck turn sore from the angle you had to tilt to see his face.

Dongyoung burst out into small giggles, rubbing his face and leaving his palm on his cheek, now looking at you with curious eyes.

“Is it rude to ask if you said yes because you feel the same… or that you didn’t want to hurt my feelings?”

You gulped and licked your lips. You were ready to keep your feelings to yourself because being Jungwoo’s sister already brought you unwarranted attention. Had you confessed to Dongyoung earlier, being ridiculed by most of the female student population wasn’t a nightmare too unrealistic. But now that this happened…

“I feel the same,” You respond quietly, looking at your feet because you could already feel the blood rush up to your cheeks and ears. “Ever since you started tutoring Jungwoo and me, I was already… feeling things.”

Silence.

You felt someone’s hand press into your hair, gently rubbing his fingers into your head. Dongyoung had never touched you before, because he was always the prim and proper nice guy of the group, so realising that this touch was unfamiliar only confirmed that Dongyoung was the one patting your head.

“Well, I’m glad it worked out, and I’m glad they coerced me into doing this. If not, neither of us would’ve known,” Dongyoung’s free hand reached for your chin and tilted it upwards, making sure that your eyes were now looking into his. He pulled both his hands away, suddenly realising the bold moves he was making on you.

“So, y/n,” He finally grins comfortably, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Where do you want to go for our first date?”

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One Week in Ulithi

July 11, 2017

From July 3rd to 10th I was lucky enough to help out with a summer camp on the island of Falalop in the Ulithi Atoll. There are two ways to get from Yap to Falalop, on the ship, which makes rounds of the outer islands every few months, or on a small plane via Pacific Mission Aviation. I got on the PMA plane about 9:30 on Monday morning. It’s like a clown car of passengers, coolers, and other cargo. I had not only my bag, but 16 dozen eggs and ten pounds of popcorn kernels to complete our camp supply run. We had sent out nearly 600 pounds of other food and supplies several days earlier. PCVs Jared and Stephen met me at the airstrip right before camp stared. Camp was primarily held at the Falalop Ulithi Elementary School. Ulithi atoll was hit very, very hard by Typhoon Maysak in 2015 during which the school and much of the island of Falalop was completely leveled, and Falalop itself experienced a tornado on Christmas 2016. So the school is still under construction, but we stayed in three completed classrooms.

We had 22 campers ranging in age from 11 to 14 from the islands of Falalop, Federai, and Mogmog. Each day included three meals, a snack, loads of games, and sessions on health, active living, or the environment and climate change. We even had a quick session with a few guys from One People One Reef, which works in marine management. We painted a four square court at the elementary school, and held several insane games of capture the flag on the beach. We also swam at least once every day, if not more. The water out in Ulithi is so unbelievably clear, and the beach is amazing!

Food was a coordinated effort between PCVs and community members. We had lots of fish cooked in a variety of ways, and with a health focus for camp, we tried to limit rice to once a day. We incorporated veggies whenever possible and even had chicken barbeque two nights, as well as cheeseburgers for a Fourth of July treat!

Jared, the PCV on Falalop, was able to arrange a visit to one of the turtle islands for the day on Sautrday. It’s literally an uninhabited island where the turtles come to lay their eggs. We hung out and swam, the boys went spear fishing, and we got to enjoy fresh caught coconut crabs for lunch. Coconut crab meat is sweeter than normal crab, and they got their name because they are strong enough to crack coconuts themselves! There were also a gazillion hermit crabs, like to the point where it seemed as if the ground was moving, think that scene in the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie where the crabs move the Black Pearl around. So cool!

One would think that getting around a small island isn’t too hard, it took me about three days to get my bearings on where things were, but I also had to manage wearing a lavalava, which is a type of wrap skirt that is worn by the women throughout the outer islands. They are super fun looking, but are held in place by a belt and frequently work their way loose, especially while walking! The girls at camp were helpful in making sure I didn’t embarrass myself while I was there!

After a dance party on Sunday night, and a breakfast of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes, it was time to get back on the plane and head home to Yap!

Check out the Flickr album to see more pictures!

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i’m starting a collection

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put ur music on shuffle at midnight and the first song that comes up is how ur years going to go

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my tumblr app keeps crashing:(

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hii i might make a more official intro post later but here’s this for now lmao

i’m emma, my pronouns are they/them, im a minor, and i have 36 furbies and counting

i’m probably autistic and have social anxiety so i’m sorry if i respond weirdly or not at all, i promise i’m not trying to be rude 😭

no dni bc they don’t rlly work but just know that this blog is not a safe space for transphobes/terfs, homophobes, racists, israel supporters, ableists, etc. if i find you i will block you

trying out a new tag system ig so i can stop worrying about bothering ppl who are just here for furbs:

#furby- furb posting

#my art- art by me, may or may not be furby related

#pancakes yap sessions- random text posts

#tag games- various tag games my besties send me :) (ur always welcome to btw, i will try my best to remember to actually do it)

i’ll add more later when i think of stuff & try to remember to edit my old posts

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hi quick question what in the goddamn fuck is going on at slither dot io

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i am now an Officially Licensed Driver!!!!!

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ahhh i get to see jazmin bean live in 6 days!!!!