#Origami Ice Cream Box

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Going to Marry You — Caleb x Reader/MC

summary : While packing stuff up for summer break, Caleb found a box full of stuff you kept from your shared childhood; what you never noticed, though, was a text written behind a polaroid of yours from Caleb himself when he was just ten.

setting : alternate universe – college/university

contents : no use of y/n, pure fluff, use of pipsqueak, best friends in love, soulmates, roommates, childhood friends, oblivious friends, caleb is a sweet boy, mention of young caleb and mc, secret proposal, no confessions.

1,3k words – one shot

You were supposed to be packing things up. Summer break was about to start and you had to knock it all out in one afternoon. You and Caleb split the boxes, tossed the junk, even argued about who would have kept the shared toaster neither of you bought.

But Caleb has little attention span when it comes to tidying up the place, and he soon was off-task again. You looked up from your folded clothes just in time to see him disappear inside your closet, drawn by something unknown to you.

Some shuffling, a dull thud and a murmured ‘shit’ later made you wonder what, exactly, was he doing in there. “Need help?” You asked. “Nope!” It came casual — too casual for your liking.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sort through your socks drawer. Then Caleb is finally back from his strange mission holding a dusty cardboard box with scribbles all over it — rainbows, stick figures (strangely resembling you and the man holding the box), tiny suns with smileys faces.

Your breath stopped. You knew that box a little too well. Caleb, on the other hand, was grinning like a little kid who just found buried treasure. “Is this yours, pips?” He asked, making you gulp unconsciously. Of course it was, and he knew that; your name was written all over it.

“Where did you find that?” Was the first thing you said about the box, heart beating fast in your chest. “Back of the closet. Tucked behind some old clothes.” He answered calmly, a smile on his lips.

You sat up on your heels, the suitcase now completely forgotten. “I thought I left it at home.” He dropped the box gently in front of you both, sitting legs crossed next to you, knees bumping you. “Guess you didn’t.” He chuckled in a soft voice.

The lid creaked when you opened it, some dust rising and catching in the sunlight like glitters. There probably were some glitters as well in there.

Inside there were all sorts of memories: old photos of you and Caleb, crumpled movie tickets, one plastic friendship bracelet — you remember putting it there because you were scared of losing it after you lost three other bracelets in a row, while Caleb still wore it — a charm from a carnival prize, notes in really terrible handwriting folded like origami. You smiled at the sight of all those simple objects, every single one of them remembering you of a specific day with Caleb in your life.

“You made this in fourth grade.” He said with a smile, grabbing a little clay duck with one googly eye missing, lumpy and uneven. “I dropped it in the sink.” You laughed at the memory, remembering how sad you were.

“And I rescued it. You cried a lot.” He laughed as well, making you blush a bit. Knowing you cried was one thing, but him remembering it embarrassed you. “I did not cry!” You tried to protest, knowing it was false.

You glared at him, cheeks red from embarrassment as you tried your best not to smile at how stupidly attractive he was being right now. “You’re lucky I like you.” He just chuckled at you.

Caleb lifted a polaroid from the box, squinting at it in the golden light from the sunset outside. It was the two of you on a summer afternoon years ago — grinning, arms around each other, faces smeared with ice cream. You probably were around nine or ten in that photo. He suddenly flipped it over, as if knowing that something was there, and damn was he right.

There was a note on the back, written with a coloured pen with a crooked handwriting. “im going to marry you when we grow up!”. Your breath stopped while Caleb he remembered what he had written back then and froze. “Oh my god.”

You snatched the polaroid from him, reading the phrase over and over again. You were embarrassed, yes, but Caleb was embarrassed as well — if not even more — as the tip of his ears turned pink. “You weren’t supposed to keep it.” He murmured, looking away from you as you continued to read that phrase.

“I kept everything, Caleb.” You said back, still a little stunned from the sudden revelation. How come you never noticed it was a mystery. He shrugged, trying to play it off and sound casual even as he was clearly anxious. “I was serious, you know. Back then.” He murmured, eyes locked on the suddenly interesting ceiling.

You stared at the photo some more. The writing, his name signed underneath the phrase. A strange ache welled up in your chest as you spoke again, softer this time. “You never told me.”

“I thought you knew and ignored it.” The silence stretched as neither of you knew what else to say. Surely, it was a silly thing, said when you were both young and stupid, but for some unknown reason it felt real and serious. Time goes still inside the apartment, while outside a car passed, people laughed and children ran free.

Caleb shifted beside you, voice even lower now. “I was a dumb kid back then.” Noticing how he was retreating, you risked to look up at him with wide eyes. He wasn’t looking at you — his eyes were fixed on the photo as if afraid that it would disappear if he looked away. His finger curled a little tighter into fists.

Finally, you found the courage to speak again. “You’re still serious?” It was meant to be a joke to break the ice, but it only came out quiet — and real, too real.

He finally looked back at you, eyes soft with a hint of surprise at your question. “Never stopped being serious.”

Your chest squeezed. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. Caleb was your best friend since you could remember; he was the one you always called whenever your day went sideways; the first one you texted when anything — anything — happened. He knew everything about you, just as you knew everything about him.

You never even thought of asking yourself what any of it meant. Or maybe, inside you, you did — you just pretended to not know. Because you always noticed how your heart beat faster when he’s close to you, how your eyes often fell on his lips, how you craved his touch on you, even if just for a caress. And once again, your eyes unconsciously fell on his lips as you searched for anything to say back to him.

He smiled softly, noticing your internal turmoil — he always noticed. “You don’t have to say anything, pips.” You blinked, confusion etched on your face as your eyes locked down with his again. “Caleb–“ “It’s okay.” He interrupted you, too quickly. “I didn’t say it expecting anything. It’s just…” He gestured towards the box. “There’s no need to hide it when it’s clearly written down forever, y’know.” He chuckled softly, but this time you don’t smile back.

The sunlight shifted, making everything feel more intimate and soft. More yours. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes — he always did — and something else, something scared and hopeful. You remembered every time he was next to you, every shared blanket, every time he offered his shoulder for you to cry, every time he looked at you a second longer than a best friend would without saying a words after.

You leaned forward, your forehead finding his shoulder as you closed your eyes. Caleb tensed under you before exhaling, a shaky breath. Neither of you spoke for a long time, but his hand found your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

Outside, the sun almost disappeared under the rooftops of other houses, making the room dusky — quiet, filled only with the sounds of your breathing, synced like always. You always considered him your soulmate.

His free hand found yours on the carpet, fingers brushing against yours before curling into place like they always did when you needed him. He squeezed your hands once — you squeezed back immediately, making him smile.

He closed his eyes as well, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while inhaling your sweet scent. “My soulmate.” He whispered in your ear, soft and sweet, and you smiled. “Only yours.”

[a2006love]

‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ALA / across the multiverses

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ “ if i speak of two, three fuckers, just know that they're ” ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ my multiversal and most bestest people/friends, they're with me ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ in every reality to exist, i‎‎ ‎‎‎‎won't elaborate further. my s/o is one of them, ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ he's my lover in every reality.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎JUJUTSU KAISEN ( HIDDEN INVENTORY )

follows the main story, but better? i'm a girl jujutsuing her way through. i don't have any more explanations, just know that IT'S my favorite dr ever ever ever.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. high school hallways ; introduction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎FAME

years of uploading songs to soundcloud just because i liked to sing—then one night it all changed. now me and my 3 best friends are eating ice cream on the floor, reading articles about me, and they're all screaming and plotting merch drops and accidentally scheduling meetings at 3am. i hired them, obviously. who else could i trust with this?

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. behind the veil ; introduction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ALMOST HOME ‎

aka my better cr. where whimsy is the currency to living, where nonchalantness is a mere concept, where being a girl isn't a sin.... i love it there.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎CYBERPUNK 2077

night city never sleeps—it glitches and coughs up smoke and neon like it's trying to forget what a sunset looks like. everything's loud, really loud. there's a billboard yelling at you to buy synthetic emotions, and a few blocks away there's a drone scanning your face to guess your childhood trauma. beauty is rust with good lighting.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. a nomad ; introduction

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. 6x6 ; moodboard

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE WIZARDING WORLD

ancient walls soaked in secrets, corridors folding like origami under our feet, portraits gossiping behind our backs, and every single corner is alive. (mainly hp. because i enjoy the plot.)

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. broken spells ; introduction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THE ‎SPIDERVERSE

everything spiderman—no, really. the amazing spiderman, the spiderverse movies. (they're my favorites) you name it. i am spiderman, i am gwen, i am mj, i am ned, i am everyone.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎INFAMOUS

i touched someone and my hands started emitting smoke—now the D.U.P wants my head in a box. also, i light cigarettes off my fingertips then scrawl my signature in spray paint on every surface like it's gospel.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ARCANE

not vi. not jinx. but a secret evil third thing. purple. that's my nickname. it has to do with a shimmer accident. i run with three other fuckups who feel like home in the way a collapsed building does: unstable, dangerous, and weirdly comforting if you squint. like, really squint. juuuuust kiiiiddiiiing, i would lay my life down for them, every single time, no—i mean it. i really mean it. i lov—

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. shimmer and glitter ; introduction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎LITTLE WOMEN

playwright, storyteller, director, whatever you call it. i'm jo, and he's laurie—but if jo liked laurie back….. i live with my family. we eat well despite being poor. we read everything we can get our hands on. we talk over each other. we love loudly, you can hear it from here.

also, i have my best friends. they're always around. we meet at dawn and tell stories until one of us laughs too hard and ruins their clothes and we're forced to go back... but only for a little while...

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎CRUELLA

i'm cruella. he's jasper. the other two (yes, those two) are horace and the dog—but the dog is not a dog, she's a girl, a human girl... yeah. we're not a crew so much as a disaster held together by bad intentions and even worse decisions. we steal things. we scheme. we survive. fashionably, and dramatically.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. born to be bad ; introduction

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. the things i love about you ; me & him

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎MIKEY 17

i die. i wake up. i crash into him like clockwork dressed as coincidence (a sheep in wolf's clothing) + (yes, i changed it.) he looks at me like his dreams were a poor imitation.

the multiverses are screaming "THIS ONE", and i'm pretending i don't hear them. he also pretends he doesn't hear them. because what's love if it doesn't peel you then feast?

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. an expendable ; introduction

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. but nasha, she's always loved me ; me & him

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE BLACK PARADE

set in the 1800s. i'm a knight. he's a prince—utterly in love with me, and IS absolutely pathetic about it. he's on the verge of fainting when i so much as unsheathe a sword. he watches me train from his balcony and excuses himself saying 'he was out for air.'

this one was made because i AM crazy.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. pledge your souls ; introduction

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. hand me the scrolls ; rumors in the castle

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

it's the 1900s. i'm a poet......... in.. the... tortured.... poets..... department...... cool right...............?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎1001 NIGHTS

it's like tangled, but twisted. i'm a thief—he's a prince. there's a dagger between us most days, and fake peace some other nights. i steal things. he lets me get away. over and over. and really—all the time. i guess this is the only time nepotism is encouraged.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. trials in gold ; introduction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎MADAGASCAR

crash landing. dust in our teeth, wind in our ears, sky spinning like a vinyl record stuck on the wrong track. we were aiming for home but ended up in the middle of africa. oh and we're humans.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. flying suitcases ; introduction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ PETER PAN (1953)

an open window and a boy who doesn't knock. he just barges in like he's been here a thousand times and this is the 1001th time. he flops down like the floor is a throne and says, "i want my shadow back." i help him—because it's ought to be a shame to lose your shadow.

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. second star to the right and straight on till morning ; introduction

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎. told by the lost boys ; me & him

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ SILENT HILL

yeah..... don't ask. it's only fun because the 3 fuckers are with me.........

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎there's more, many, many more, but these are the ones i have the energy to write about—for now.

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[dayasusays]

“paper roses” partly 18+

jason todd x fem!reader

words : 803

tw / cw : partly sexual content (the beginning is fluff :3), fluff, college memories and stuff, public sex (well the empty road?) on the bike

for better experience :

kissing at sunset and putting you on his bike, wasn't exactly what jason had expected from tonight's date.

but it's not a bad thing, of course; it's the most romantic thing he's ever done, and most importantly, it was with you. his only one he kisses and burrows his nose into your neck, reminding you of the ice cream that's almost melted. and you just wave it off, because kissing todd was so much more exciting and delicious.

he grins against your neck and leaves a light kiss there, lifting your head and pulling you into another kiss.

jason doesn't know when it started at all; one moment you were friends in college, the next he's standing on your doorstep three years later holding a bouquet. a homemade origami bouquet.

jason looks at himself and thinks he looks stupid. with that homemade bouquet of paper roses and a box of homemade crooked cookies.

sure, he could have bought you a huge real bouquet. sure, he could have bought you the most delicious chocolate like he's supposed to, but todd was sure as hell that every guy could get you that and he wanted to distinguish himself, to be remembered. so he made the same sloppy paper roses he used to give you when you were seventeen.

before, when you were friends, he couldn't give you a single flower; now he could buy you a whole bunch, but he thought paper roses were symbolic.

and jason wasn't wrong, gosh, the way your eyes glistened with such attention to your shared history.

one moment you're sharing a single pizza bought with your last money, the next he's making out with you, the girl of his dreams, who's sitting on his damn bike and laughing stupidly at his teasing.

"i love you," you whisper against his lips and he's so happy that you can't feel the strong goosebumps on his back under his leather jacket.

"me too," todd leans over and leaves a light kiss on your lips, "next time i'll buy you a huge bouquet of real flowers. will a hundred roses be enough? or do you need a thousand?"

"come on," you playfully push him away, "one is enough. just another paper one."

jason just laughs back, resting his forehead on your shoulder and smiling.

"i'm just a couple short of a hundred," you smile proudly as he lifts his head from your shoulder and looks genuinely surprised, "yes, jay, i kept them. i have a whole collection..."

"i'm more surprised that you've been counting them, gorgeous," todd says sarcastically as you roll your eyes, "don’t tell me you keep them under glass in your bedroom..."

you sigh and pull him in for a kiss to shut him up.

the begging of nsfw content !!

jason answers the kiss and rests his palms on your thighs, trying to be even closer; you place your hands on his shoulders and moan softly into the man's lips as his cold palms get under your shirt.

you pull away as he strokes your waist and smiles against your lips, trying to kiss you again.

"nope," you parry, pulling away, "we won't."

"it's almost four in the morning," todd nuzzles your neck and kisses it, "do you see anyone on the road? i don't see anyone either."

"still dangerous."

"do you trust me? after four years of friendship and six months of our relationship?"

"jay," you want to sound stern, but you moan right into his lips when his fingers have already slipped into your underwear, circling your clit with his forefinger.

"you're wet, princess," todd grins, "someone's a bad liar."

you don't even answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer; jason smiles as you snuggle into his shoulder, whimpering quietly over the stimulation. you swear that jason todd will be the death of you, and he swears that you just can't look any better than you do right now.

his forefinger and middle finger clamping down on your clit, making you shiver, and jason smiling proudly. he's flattered by the way you respond to his touch, incredibly flattered by the way you press your breasts against his chest, biting your lip and trying not to moan too loudly.

you don't even remember the moment you cum, your head a jumble of his dirty praise, compliments and kisses, and the next moment you're cradled in his arms, smiling and shivering with orgasm.

"i'll take you home, princess," jason left a kiss on the top of your head and pulled you gently against him, "that was a good date."

"are you staying the night?"

"yeah, and in the morning i'll make you that miserable paper rose."

it's at this moment that jason realizes he's just head over heels in love with you and your reverent love for his paper roses.

ty for reading !! let me know if you liked it 🤍

[petitspaghetti]

add one tiny beautiful thing to a corner of your home

bake for a loved one

braid your hair

brush your hair

brush your teeth

buy flowers

calculate the calories in a recipe

call someone

carve wood

change sheets

chew ice

clean out your e-mails

clean your fridge

clean your hairbrush

clean your keyboard

clean your makeup bag

clean your makeup brushes

clean your mirrors

clean your purse

clean your shoes

clean your windows

create a binge monster character and give it a backstory

create a budget

create a language

create a memory box

create a new outfit

create a secret writing system

create a video

create a wishlist

create your own animal crossing villager

crochet

curl into a ball and rock side to side

cut up a magazine and make word art

dance

daydream

declutter

decorate your home

delete dead chats

delete old contacts

delete unneeded pictures

design a building

design a character

design a menu

design a space

discover new music

do a full-body yawn

do a jigsaw puzzle

do an exercise or yoga class on youtube

do a sudoku

do cardio

do nothing

do yourself a manicure

do yourself a pedicure

do laundry

do yoga

draw a cartoon

draw a map

draw what the craving looks like with color and shape

draw your future house

draw your future self

draw your safe food

draw yourself

drink a big glass of water

drink apple cider vinegar

drink tea

dry brush yourself

dye something

enjoy the sun

exfoliate

explore new apps

feel your feelings

find a new perfume

find a new recipe

find out your favorite animal crossing villager

find out your favorite color

find out your favorite emoji

find out your favorite gemstone

find out your favorite month

find out your favorite season

find out your favorite tamagotchi character

find satisfying color combos

fix something broken

floss

focus on your breath

focus on your posture

fold your clothes like a professional

forest bath

frame or display something you've made in the past

give yourself a lymphatic drainage massage

give yourself a massage

give yourself a tarot reading

go for a bike ride

go for a walk

go swimming

go thrift shopping

go to the beach

go to the cinema

hum and play with your voice

imagine you're holding the part of you that wants to binge, rock it

improve your routine

iron your clothes

join letterboxd

learn about a different culture

learn about birds

learn about flowers

learn about trees

learn a choreography

learn a language

learn all country flags of the world

learn a new hair style

learn how to play chess or go

learn mushroom identification

learn origami

learn to knit

light a candle

listen to an album

listen to an independent radio online

listen to a podcast

listen to the radio

make a bracelet

make a choreography

make a collage

make a gift for someone

make a gratitude list

make a list of great names

make a list of things you wish to release

make a list of your favorite words

make a mobile

make a new pinterest board

make a playlist

make a plushie

make a red bracelet

make a shopping list

make a short film

make a themed died

make a to-do list

make candles

make coffee

make ice cream

make kimchi

make kombucha

make music

make ornaments

make recycled paper

make sorbet

make stickers

make whatsapp stickers

make your bed

make your own game

make your own spice blend

make your own tea blend

make youtube playlists

meal prep

meet someone

memorize countries and capitals

moisturize

mop your floor

move your body

oil your hair

organize your closet

organize your files

organize your kitchen

organize your Notion

organize your phone

organize your spices

paint a picture

paint a still life

paint on a rock and hide it in nature

paint your future garden

paint your nails

pet your pet

pick flowers

plan a date

plan a menu

plan a movie night

plan a picnic

plan a road trip

plan a seasonal ritual

plan a tattoo

plan a tea party

plan a trip

plant seeds

plan your best friend's birthday

plan your birthday

plan your day

plan your next halloween costume

play a board game with someone

play animal crossing

play an instrument

play solitaire

play video games

play with your pet

polish your shoes

practice meditation

practice makeup

practice walking

practice your handwriting

pray

press flowers

print a picture of your favourite safe food

print coloring pages

print out something

put on clothes

put your feet in warm water

read a book

read aloud

read a magazine

read manga

read positive affirmations

read the newspaper

rearrange the furniture

record a voice note for yourself

recycle

refrigerate chia water

reorganize your pencils

repair something

reply a message

research a topic

rewatch your favourite movie

run your hands over different textures

sanitize your phone

sauna

say aloud "i am allowed to choose"

scoop cat litter

scream into a pillow

sell something

send a postcard

sew something

shake your body

sharpen your pencils

shave

shop lingerie

show love to someone

sing

sleep

solve crosswords

sort out your bills

spend time in nature

stretch

study

take a long shower

take collagen

take a nap

take a photo of something boring and make it look beautiful

take a soundwalk and list every sound you hear

take online quizzes

take out the trash

take pictures in nature

take your vitamins

teach your pet something

tell the binge that you are stronger than it

tie-dye something

try to decide what is your favourite something

tweeze your brows

unfollow accounts you don't like anymore

update your calendar

update your passwords

use a face mask

use essential oils

vacuum

visit an antiquarian bookshop

visit a café

visit a botanical garden

visit a cemetery

visit a library

visit a museum

visit an art gallery

visit your relatives

walk around your home

walk at the mall

walk somewhere new

walk your pet

wash dishes

wash your hair

wash your pillows

watch a candle flicker in a dark room

watch a concert

watch a documentary

watch a fashion show

watch a movie

watch anime

watch a short film

watch a video essay

watch mukbangs

watch the clouds go by

watch youtube

watercolor

water your plants

wrap a gift

wrap yourself in a blanket

write a letter

write a letter to your hunger

write a list of all the things you want to achieve

write and illustrate a children's book

write a page of nonsense in cursive

write a song

write a thank you card

write in your journal

write out what you wish someone would say to you right now

write to your penpal

write your own list of what to do instead of binge eating

[tassjis]

A list of objects and technologies created by Myne

The gremlin has been busy. Anything red was created by another, but without Myne creating something else, the creator would not have made it, so Myne's name is not listed as the creator but Myne was the reason it was made. Anything blue was improved upon

VEHICLES

A horse-drawn carriage with suspension

FURNITURE

Spring mattress spring upholstery - Zach

COSMETICS + ACCESSORIES

Rinsham - all-in-one shampoo Hair Ornaments Librarians armband Tote bag - improved

FASHION

Bubble skirts Halter-top dress Tie-dye - previously existed Wax Dyeing Stencil Dyeing Water ripple embroidery

EVENTS

Tasting party Charity Concert Dying competition

TOYS

Karuta Reversi Chess Playing Cards Baby Rattle Educational baby toys - such as shaped blocks and holes implied other toys

FOOD - Ingredients and condiments -

Compote Tanieh Cream Gelatin Gnocchi Gratin Herb Dressing Lage Sauce (Basil Sauce) Mayonnaise Yeast Pasta Ponzu Sauce Pomme sauce Rumptopf Rutreb Jam White sauce

- Savoury -

Capellini Caprese Salad Carbonara Consomme Soup Double Consomme Soup - Leise Crispy-Crispy Launeide and Sujaru Salad (Vegetable Salad) Crun-Crun Ju-Ju Farba (Chicken Salad) Cappellini Fikken - improved Fluffy Bread Sandwich - Improved with fluffy bread Hamburg Steak Lasagne Macaroni Gratin Osso Buco - Later improved by Leise Parue Burger Parue Okonomiyaki Pizza Potatoffel salad Pomme Soup Risotto Steamed Potatoffel Steamed Taschitz (chicken) Quiche French Toast Salted Cucumber imitation

- Sweet -

Bavarois Cookies Langues De Chat Crepe Fallfold Tart - Nicola Ice Cream Mille Crepe Mousse Panna Cotta Paru Cake Pound Cake Pudding Short Cake Tiramisu Tanier Cream/Mont Blanc

TOOLS

Chopsticks Clothes Hanger - improved Hairpin Herbal Candles Crochet hook Hand pump Hide Glue Steamer Precision Knife Roller Starch Glue Metal letter types Round Bell Safety Pin

MACHINES

Waxing Machine Letterpress Machine

PRINTING TYPES

Woodblock printing Stencil printing Letterpress printing

STATIONARY

Clay Tablet Mokkan Faux Papyrus Dipitch Dipitch Stylus Soot pencil Linseed and soot Ink Colour Ink Folders

- Paper -

Plant Paper (Volrin paper) Conjoining Paper (Nenseb paper) Effon (Music) Paper Fireproof Paper (Trombe paper) Rinfin Paper - Illgner Wax paper (Wax/Rinfin paper) Trauperle Paper -Illgner

- Magic Paper -

Enhanced Conjoining paper - Drewanchel Spellcasting Nenseb paper (Nenseb/Trombe with magic circle) Spellcasting effon paper (Effon/Trombe with chant) Maximum Quality Fey Paper (Effon/Trombe/Nenseb) improved by Ferdinand

MAGIC TOOLS

Music Box with Effon paper (technically made by Ehrenfest students) Drivable Highbeast Rainbow Highbeast Stenluke Disappearing Ink Plush Toy with recorded messages Magic tool to send books back to their shelves

MAGIC

Water Gun Copy and Place

KNOWLEDGE

Salting Out Lace knitting Written Calculation Decorative shaped vegetables Origami Introductory system Tickets Red seal Trading Graphs Myne Decimal System Rosemyne Magic Compression Method Female Crest Copyright royalties Questionnaire survey

PRINTED PRODUCTS

Black and white picture Book Children's Bible - Supreme God and the Eternal Five Children's Bible - Spring Subordinates Children's Bible - Summer Subordinates Children's Bible - Autumn Subordinates Children's Bible - Winter Subordinates Story Books Knight's Tale (short stories 1-3) - Compiled and translated Knight's Tale (short stories 4-5) - Compiled and translated Mother's Bedtime Stories Collection Unnamed Operation Grimm Book (Groschel) - Lutz Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 1 - Fran Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 2 - Fran Rozemyne's Recipe collection Knight's stories - Elvira Royal Academy stories - Elvira Royal Academy love stories - Elvira A history of Dunklefelger - Compiled and translated Knight stories Ahrensbach - Compiled Ditter Story - Roderick Royal Academy love stories 2 - Elvira The tale of Fernstine Part 1 - 3 - Elvira Sheet Music Concert programs Accounting report Printed illustrations (created to promote a knight's tale) Ferdinand illustations Cinderella Romance Novel (pornographic smut)

Songs

Tulip Anime Song Song for the concert Movie theme song "Under the chestnut tree" A hymn for Eglantine (requested by Anastasius) A couple classical songs

[rose-of-oz]

🐸 + Lydia?

Thanks so much for this!! Also gonna tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @shrinkthisviolet, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @luucypevensie, and @bibaybe!! <3 <3

Something they collect: Origami cranes! It’s a hobby she picked up from one of her moms, and she’s always making them when she’s bored at camp, so they’re all clustered together in a box under her bed.

Their sun, moon, and rising star sign: Cancer sun, Scorpio moon, and Sagittarius rising.

The first thing they bought with their own money: Some ice cream from a nice little shop down the street from her childhood home. She got three big scoops in a waffle cone and wound up getting completely messy, but it was absolutely worth it.

One positive personality trait of theirs: Her determination.

Their favorite 80s song: “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey.

If they’re a good or bad cook: She’s actually really good! One of her moms is a professional chef at a restaurant, so she’s been taught to cook since almost as soon as she could hold a spoon.

Their favorite horror movie: The entire Scream franchise.

Who would play them in a biopic about their life: Ashley Liao.

Who would play their older/younger version: Aubrey Anderson-Emmons for the younger version, Lucy Liu for the older version.

An event from their High School reunion (if they haven’t had one, time travel and make one up!): She wound up taking Percy with her, and after seeing Lydia being made fun of by some of the old mean girls from her class, he made the sprinklers in the gym go off, soaking everyone’s nice clothes.

send me 🐸 + an oc!!

[kissthem-forme]

Felt like posting my silly goobers info cause I plan on doing more with him

^my fav drawings of him^

I’m still adding stuff to his story so I might edit this a few times but for now it’s pretty great

LOTS OF READING

-Full name:

-Victor everett Frankenstein.

-Age:

-8 centuries old but says 32.

-Height:

-6’7 - 6’9 with boots.

-Eyes:

-black with flecks of gold.

-Hair:

-long & black with messy layers and a white streak on the left of his hairline.

-Favorite color:

-the shade of purple found in amethyst (and nakoa’s eyes).

-Favorite food:

-Pan Fried tilapia. Beef stew.

-Favorite drink:

-butterfly flower tea with five sugars. & black coffee with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

-Favorite desert:

-baklava. springerle. grapes.

-Favorite scent:

-Cinnamon & lavender.

-Place of birth:

-Germany.

-Grew up in:

-Germany and England.

-Date of birth:

-August 17th 800 AD.

-Languages:

-German. Italian. Latin. English. Romanian.

Ancient Egyptian.

-Fears:

-Death.

-Losing a loved one.

-wolves.

-Lorrokan hatchet (father to Damian, dorian, and Dominic.)

-Likes:

-Nakoa.

-Sweets.

-A tidy workplace.

-Sewing.

-Crafting with bones and wire.

-Poetry.

-Classical music. Particularly enjoys holst.

-Any rendition of Frankenstein.

-Baking/cooking for Nakoa

-Dislikes:

-Death.

-A messy workplace.

-Wolves.

-modern architecture.

-Parties. (They remind him of his parents)

-Appearance:

-broad shoulders.

-tall and strong with a slender frame covered in various scars and stitches especially around his stomach and neck area.

-right leg is an iron prosthetic made to look like leg bones with an intricate casing around it to give it a more usual shape under his trousers.

-left leg is somewhat burned up from being caught in a fire trying to save a cat when he was young .

-hair is long and very messily cut from the times he has torn it out or cut it off out of stress. (Gets better as nakoa helps him cut and braid it most days)

-normally wears a leather lab coat lined with silk for comfort and movement purposes, on days he works on more dangerous chemicals and has a simple fabric coat for more mundane tasks.

-has long latex gloves that reach up past his elbows and black leather pants with buckles all along the sides.

-wears large steel toe boots with a three inch platform and straps to secure the right one to his prosthetic leg.

-thick bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes.

-absolutely horrendous eye-bags from almost never sleeping unless forced too.

-often looks very sickly from lack of food (nakoa helps to remind him to eat and sleep)

-Fun facts:

-Invented glow sticks.

-Lived through the plague and worked as a doctor to prevent further spread.

-plans to sew his and nakoas wedding clothes one day.

-Plays piano, violin, and cello.

-Can waltz in several styles but prefers not too. (Unless with nakoa)

-Was believed to be Jack the Ripper and was buried alive for 68 years for the crimes till some construction workers dug up his casket and found him still breathing and fully asleep.

-Met Joan of arc and was rather disappointed when they had her burned.

-Spent 157 years in Romania alone before meeting nakoa.

-Built his first prosthetic leg himself with a pile of scraps in a junkyard before making his current one.

-Habits:

-Mindlessly Drawing Nakoa or things they find when foraging all along the pages of his books.

-Biting his nails if he isn’t wearing gloves.

-Biting the insides of his cheeks.

-folding origami out of paper scraps

-Letting his tea sit too long. (Drinking it anyway)

-Starting but never finishing notes for nakoa then leaving them in an old shoe box hidden under his bed.

-Picking up words or phrases from people without realizing it.

-Forgetting to eat for days if he isn’t reminded.

-Cursing in German & Latin when upset.

-Hobbies:

-Creating potions and elixirs to achieve different results such as rapid hair growth and stronger muscles.

-using bones left out to create little sculptures of animals & insects then leaving them around.

-Sewing tiny dresses and coats for nakoas taxidermy.

-Loudly playing violin when stressed out over his research.

-Personality:

-Paranoid.

-antisocial.

-Stubborn.

-tired

-calm.

-quiet.

-morally ambiguous.

-Anxious.

-clever.

-much more open with nakoa.

-Backstory:

-He grew up with two kind & loving parents in a large manor in Germany where they held parties nearly every night for the townspeople till he was about 19 years old and one night had forgotten to lock the doors and windows which resulted in a break in along with the death of both parents.

he stayed at the manor for a few years after their death working on his research on bringing back the dead when a strange man who kept his identity hidden (temporarily) had Victor resurrect his dead son in return for him teaching him the secret to immortality.

Later when he had finished the task he found the man’s name was Lorrokan before he cursed him with an eternal half life sort of hell where he would never die or get sick again but his body could still rot away leaving him as a corpse while still being alive.

-upon hearing of his actions the other townsfolk had him arrested and taken out of town as they believed his curse could bring them all bad luck as it seemed that death followed him everywhere he went.

-he left rather swiftly and took a carriage with him containing what was left of his parents fortune and his most important possessions leaving anything he thought was unnecessary.

-he then made it to England where he studied for a while in various universities and every library he could find before realizing he had run out of money.

He looked for a job for a while and eventually got a job working for a traveling circus where he designed fabulous animatronics and costumes.

-he would occasionally play a bit of violin and do a few contortions acts with his new found flexibility he believed he had gained when he had been cursed.

-after working for the circus for a while and getting his third degree he noticed his heart began to fail which Lorrokan noticed somehow and told him he had to replace his heart with another more fresh one.

-his first kill was a man who’s name he had long forgotten, the man was a child predator which then set Victor to his pattern of traveling and reading around to find men like him when he needed organs.

-he always was careful with the disposal and would often save the bones in a large wooden crate before he picked up his hobby of turning them into unique sculptures he would leave behind before he vanished from a town completely.

-eventually his travels brought him to England in the year 1888. He hadn’t done much other than travel and replace a few organs till he heard of a cereal killer by the name of Jack the Ripper.. the police could never figure out who the man was since it was a common nurse maid behind the killings hence being impossible to find as it was usual for these women to be covered in blood.

eventually Victor stopped the killer but was found in the process and believed to have been Jack the Ripper, after a while in an asylum they believed rather than a normal punishment they needed something far worse and buried the man alive in an unmarked grave. (This was also partially a way to silence him as he knew too many classified government secrets.)

-Victor laid in his casket for years and years before falling asleep so soundly it was almost as if he was completely dead.

-after a while some construction workers dug up the area to build a hospital and found his casket with his body looking dead but somehow perfectly preserved.

-the workers took the casket to a local museum but the body had vanished as Victor had woken up and gone on a hunt for a few new organs as his current ones were rather uncomfortable.

-after getting his new organs he moved to Romania to learn about the vampires he had heard of.

He hopes they would be able to turn him and end his curse of having to surgically transplant his organs when one began to fail.

-during his time researching vampires he found himself at quite a few graveyards till he was attacked in the night by a large black wolf who nearly tore his face completely off. He was able to replace the missing flesh when he found another victim working in that very same cemetery but failed to sew himself up perfectly leaving him with a rather unpleasant looking scar on the left of his face.

-now living in the 19th century in Romania he had learned to speak the language fluently along with Italian and had begun to work at a wealthy families manor where he would work on his research and interesting experiments in secret under the cover of simply being a doctor, though this proved rather difficult with his coworker who started there just a few days after he did. He was a younger man by the name of “nakoa nivosus.”

-him and Nikoa worked together for a while and tried to avoid each other mostly till he happened to walk in on Victor while he was sitting next to the body of a wanted child predator and murderer who they had seen in the papers the day prior, Victor was sitting there with his chest cut open along with the other man’s chest wide open to expose his heart.

-after being caught replacing his own heart him and nikoa began to trust each other more and they both confessed the truth of their immorality and he started helping Victor with his work on occasion, mainly assisting with hiding the insane experiments he would have at night when their employers were asleep or out at the opera.

[twistednuns]

March 2025

Making C. happy by giving him a massage slathered in coconut oil. Inviting Franzi to help me.

Leaving quickly on Sunday. Stopping for our first outdoor ice-cream of the year. Eating it in the sunshine, sitting outside the ice-cream parlor.

Bathing together.

Finding a huge box of Sennelier soft pastels for half the price.

Watching a Sternstunde Philosophie talk with Marina Abramović.

Spending a few days in my own apartment for a change. I feel rather nomadic these days. It's nice to have all my belongings around me but I also notice how much they're weighing me down. I get sucked into a very stagnant energy.

Cooking my favourite sour curry with all the vegetables. Trying fermented tofu for the first time. Delicious.

NYX Lip I.V. - such a nourishing lip product (and I got it in a brownish 90s shade)

One of the best food combinations: Gruyère and strawberries.

Reading a whole book in two days. With my new clip-on reading light. Game changer.

Alkaline porridge with sea salt, roasted almonds and berries. Breakfast dessert.

Variations of a super easy and healthy lentil loaf! Veggie-packed and low carb. (I've been cooking and baking every day since I'm back in my apartment)

Surprising myself with good paintings (the trick is to make it through the ugly stage).

Spring cleaning.

Dinner with Becky. As always. One of the most wonderful human beings I know.

A cheap insider deal for a leather handbag.

Discovering an intricate origami dragon sitting on top of the emergency break on the subway.

A night out with C. Deep talk with Olivier (about Surreal art, feminism, Louise Bourgeois and the Guggenheim in Bilbao, the difference between coaching and therapy, IFS constellations and parts work). Ending up at Corleone, talking to a few people outside. Happily holding each other in bed. Also cute: when he was a little sad because I bought heeled platform shoes. So I let him wear them so he could be taller than me for once (we're almost the same height).

Casually fantasizing about renting a studio near C.'s house. Making it a studio/café/event room/store. I LOVE this idea. Putting it out there. Listen up, Universe <3

I also love my vision of my life at the art academy. Being exposed to radical, subversive avant-garde ideas. Discussing everything with C. Going to bizarre and eccentric happenings and parties together.

Mini burrata.

A super quick and easy read for a change.

When C. came into the room all excited, bit into a huge strawberry and announced that it was the biggest one he'd ever eaten.

Supporting a crowdfunding campaign for Munich's first Lesbian Bar - I chose the tier with the sticker pack: "Lesbians eat WHAT...?" Meow!

Spending some time alone with Marcus. Getting to know each other a little. Meeting his adorable cats. Enjoying his much calmer energy (compared to C.)

Initiating a mediation for L. and S. Telling her I'd be her lawyer. What a nice thing to have as a little girl. I wish I'd had one too. Perhaps I can take on this role for my own inner little girl as well.

C. and M. picked up my bike for me. I didn't have to move one finger!

Lots of feline cuddles.

People keep telling me that they admire the way I move. Perhaps it's time to believe them? I'm a dancer!

Being reminded of my passion for roasted sesame. I immediately bought one of the Gomasio mills they had at the seminar house.

The transformational Inanna seminar. Meeting so many interesting personalities. I see myself in many of them. In Cordula, who loves art and fashion design and unearthed her pink girl dreams. In Petra, who never believed she was good enough either and ended up with an eating disorder like me. In Astrid: anxious and dignified, freaky but reserved. In Martin, who also needs a few days to thaw. In Aline with her incredible connection to the invisible realm. Her receptivity to the subtle messages of the ether. Her soft, warm strength and compassion. In Dore, who feels like an older version of me. My future potential. A wise woman. Almost. And she already lives in my dream house in the forest - a vision that keeps showing up. Sonja, who used to be a teacher as well. She's fierce and provoking. Soft and warm and enthusiastic.

Dancing with my sadness. Receiving a message: I am free. I am loved.

Resurrection after 16-hand-massage.

Walking the first steps on my very own golden life line after A. told me unexpectedly that I used to have a twin and I'm currently on his path. Hugging and cuddling and eye gazing. It felt natural with her. Even to ask her for permission to put my forehead on hers.

Learning that a lack of control can also be called freedom.

Realizing that I have a huge problem with self-sabotage. There's a part of me that keeps me small and immobile. Apathetic. Tired. Cuts off my energy supply. Doesn't believe in me. Is afraid of failure AND success. Because it expects both outcomes to be painful or exhausting.

Emptiness contains everything.

Following the urge to hop out of bed and dance to the Village People one morning.

Realizing the daffodils I bought were actually white! A pleasant surprise.

Maisons du Monde, plant center and delicious Indian food with Margit.

Waking up before sunrise. Going for a long walk through the forest. Saying good morning to strangers instead of ignoring them. Picking up trash along the way. Working on my posture. Feeling a little sad. Welcoming it. Realizing that my favourite time outside is right before the street lights turn on/off. I also went past a window decorated with Happy Birthday bunting and it looked like a mother was busy preparing a birthday table for her child. Heartwarming.

Starting my new journal. Making it my own. Collages, art, dried ferns...

A day at the art academy. Shopping at Muji. Sexy silly social gathering in the evening.

The mango exceeded expectations.

Running an oil stick over a huge canvas. The start of a new painting.

C. brought me earrings from Gran Canaria! Is this the first time I got jewellery from a man?

Waking up next to each other.

Helping the kids make clay pots. I loved seeing how calm it made them at first (but then upset because the result wasn't perfect...)

A tiny Japanese food tour with Lena and Sash: Matcha Orange and matcha cheesecake with a savoury tasting menu at Tushita tea house. Museum 5 Kontinente. Delicious ramen in mushroom broth. Taiyaki fish waffles for dessert. And then we saw "Doping" at Kammerspiele. My first time at the theatre this year!

[ultimate-pacifrisk]

Frisk Items List

Loves

001. Oolong Tea

003. Ginger Tea

013. Bunny Apples

017. Gyoza In the Shape of a Face

029. Wearable Blanket

031. Ladybug Brooch

055. Tattered Music Score

079. Three-Layered Lunch Box

091. Space Egg

093. Survival Flag

Likes

002. Boba Tea

006. Ketchup

008. Olive Oil

009. Astro Cake

014. Rock Hard Ice Cream

016. Candy Cigarette

018. Silver Earring

019. Crystal Bangle

020. Striped Necktie

022. Ultimate Academy Bracelet

023. Workout Clothes

025. Autumn-Colored Scarf

026. Hand-Knit Sweater

027. Cheer Coat Uniform

028. Nail Brush

032. Cufflinks

034. White Robot Mustache

037. Travel Journal

039. Story of Tokono

043. Stainless Tray

044. Tennis Ball Set

045. High-End Headphones

046. Teddy Bear

048. Illusion Rod

049. Hand Mirror

051. Japanese Doll Wig

053. Sewing Kit

054. Flame Thunder

056. Indigo Hakama

057. Fashionable Glasses

058. Gold Origami

059. Plastic Moon Buggy Model

061. Hand Grips

064. Sketchbook

067. Proxilingual Device

069. Potted Banyan Tree

071. Dancing Haniwa

072. Work Chair Of Doom

077. Clock-Shaped Gaming Console

078. Everywhere Parasol

080. Aluminum Water Bottle

081. Jelly Balls

083. Earnest Compass

084. Semazen Doll

085. Weathercock of Barcelous

088. Monkey's Paw

089. Art Piece of Spring

090. Electric Tempest

095. Home Planet

097. Sparkly Sheet

098. Hammock

101. Marigold Seeds

102. Rock-Paper-Scissors Cards

103. Perfect Laser Gun

106. Dangan Werewolf

107. Tentacle Machine

108. Rice Toy Blocks

109. Cosmic Blanket

110. Fully-Automated Shaved Ice Machine

111. Gun of Man's Passion

Neutral

004. Cleopatra's Pearl Cocktail

007. Sugar

011. Maple Fudge

012. Greek Yogurt

015. Sukiyaki Caramel

021. Bondage Boots

024. Mono-Jinbei

030. Beret

033. Dog Tag

038. Dreams Come True ☆ Spell Book

040. Spla-Teen Vogue

041. Fun Book of Animals

042. Latest Machine Parts Catalog

047. Milk Puzzle

050. Prop Carrying Case

062. Commemorative Medal Set

063. Metronome

065. Art Manikin

066. Bird Food

068. Gourd Insect Trap

070. Pocket Tissue

073. 3-Hit KO Sandbag

074. Sports Towel

075. Steel Glasses Case

076. Robot Oil

082. Upbeat Humidifier

092. Death Flag

094. Helping Yacchi

100. Flower for Floromancy

104. Someone's Student ID

105. Bear Ears

113. Dark Belt

Dislikes

005. Non-Alcoholic Drink of Immortality

010. Bubble Gum Bomb

036. Feelings of Ham

052. Photoshop Software

060. I'm a Picture Book Artist!

086. Pillow of Admiration

087. 46 Moves of the Killing Game

099. Cleansing Air Freshener

112. Pure-White Practice Sword

Hates

035. Book of the Blackened

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Miguel o'hara musings

He definitely has adopted spidercat and also has a pet black cat.

When he's free, he plays video games with Lego spiderman and him alone, he cannot tolerate anyone else. Doubles down as therapy session as they talk over discord

He has a specific kind of cereal that he likes, not too hard such that it gets stuck on his fangs and not too soft that it tastes like baby food. He obviously endorses the brand and models for the cereal boxes

He loves his tea time in the morning. If that is disrupted, then you can expect him to be annoyed through the whole day

When he can't sleep at night, he listens to a playlist which has his favorite songs

Not much of a movie watcher but surely reads a romcom here and there. He however folds the edge of the page and keeps it hidden in his office desk

He loves fluffy comfy slippers. Also dark cardigans.

He's miserable at keeping plants alive but his secret project it to some how get his tomato plant to survive

He makes a great burrito bowl and tacos 😩

Loves strawberry ice cream, especially if it has real strawberry bits in it. No one knows about this though except LYLA and she's sworn into secrecy.

His aim is to learn origami but his claws get in the way.

[aklimacraftsandjournals]

4 Best Paper Craft Ideas | Origami Ice Cream Box | DIY Mini Bunny Paper ...

[artsupplies-battle]

Art supplies battle

blood of my enemies VS synthetic voice bank

Glitter gel pen VS mayonnaise

Glass dip pen VS shitty cheap half empty pen

Graphite pencil VS Ribbon tool

Highlighters VS acrylic paints

Camera VS tones

Ballpoint pen VS vocoloid

Kneadable graphite VS watercolor pencil

Charcoal VS paper

Silver wire VS the shitty dried out markers from the artist briefcase

Digital pen VS the kickers brush they made

Nail art brushes VS hair

Glue dibber VS bleach

Blend tool VS found objects

Kneadble eraser VS harmonica

Yarn VS the sharpener on the back of a Crayola crayons 64 box

Water colors VS mouse (computer)

A cats little foot VS knife

Dirt VS Bobby pin

Rocks VS bow rosin

Photoshop VS Bic Atlantis ball point pen

Sketchbook VS knitting needles

Crochet hooks VS cintiq

Oil pastels VS washi tape

Bic mechanical pencil VS uv resin

Crayons VS disk (like a CD)

Sumi brush VS scanner

Ukulele VS rubber (condom)

Bass guitar VS roofei art kit

Waterproof pens VS Wacom drawing tablet

Fluffy watercolor VS gumi

Charcoal VS gold leaf

The notes app VS pencil (not specific)

Fingers VS toothpick

Tipex VS big tubs of paint

That dry pen you have VS processing

Saliva VS melted chocolate ice cream

Sugar VS prismacolor alcohol based markers

Money VS electric guitar

Rubber (eraser) VS kum pencil sharpener

Hatsune miku VS epoxy resin

India ink VS Copic markers

Tattoo machine+ tattoo ink VS MS paint

Lead pencil VS printmaking ink

Needle threader VS flip a clip

Curved needle VS vantablack

Sewing machine VS artists loft dual tip

Blue print VS my tears

Glitter glue VS beads

Ruler VS origami paper/ patterned paper

Prismacolor pencils VS sculpey

Macaroni noodles VS Mr. Super clear matte

Brain VS blood

Sharpie VS bark (wood kind)

Utau/ open utau VS the good pen ™️

Fake blood VS clay

Wooden human model VS fire

Icing bag VS clip studio paint

Posca pens VS cable needle

Fishing line VS ctrl +z

Rattlesnake VS human

ASCII VS 5$ crappy sketchbook

[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 7

They finally talk! This one has more dialogues, since it's after all...a talk. Some earlier parts have a lot of talking. Still, this has a lot of parts.

This story is also on wattpad if anyone wants to read it there, I'll put the link in the masterlist.

Hope this part is nice!

(Gif not mine)

Conversation flowed easily on the way, neither of them talking about her memories. After almost twenty minutes of walking, which felt too quick to both of them, though they won't admit it. He was surprised on seeing her place because even if Ben was keeping an eye on her and was her husband, he respected her privacy.

Her 'home-sweet-home' wasn't much but it was exactly the kind of thing she would do. It was cozy, not much furniture inside cause 'she liked to keep space for unplanned dance sessions.' There was a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and little office type room. Basically all the necessities. Not to mention it was messy.

There was a coffee table with a little box on it, a small tv, a bookshelf loaded with books like how was it not breaking, she clearly needed a bigger one...though she clearly had one at their house, but didn't know about it. The curtains weren't vibrantly coloured, little homemade decorations hung here and there, about 5 frames with some photos of her and Harry and scenery, and cream coloured walls with little origami hung on it. Oh and the Avengers clock was her favorite.

Her bedroom wall was filled with posters favorite bands, shows and movies. There was one vibrant poster from Chronicles of Narnia too but it was from the first one and didn't have him. A little desk with a journal kept on it with a bunny pen stand. A wardrobe large enough for one person and again some origami stuff hung here and there along with— "Are those Christmas decorations?"

"Huh? Oh...those. I forgot to take them down."

He looked back at her to find her rummaging through her fridge, trying to find something to eat. Taking out a chocolate she started eating it, before realizing that Ben was also there and offered him some. Taking some of it, he sat down on her brown straight out of The Big Bang Theory couch.

"Do you have any orange slices?" Ben questioned.

"Uh, sorry...but I have some kiwis if you want?"

"No, it's alright. Okay, so tell me what you know."

"First off, I have a question," hearing him respond with a shoot, she continued, "What is— or well was, my favorite ice-cream flavor?"

He chuckled loudly, "Really?"

"Hey, that's an important thing."

"Right right...very important. Um, it was...Bucky road."

Y/N snickered. "Rocky road, you mean."

"You insisted on calling it that. Anyway, so tell me, what all do you know."

She thought out with a pout, which was adorable in Ben's opinion, "Uh...well my name, Y/N Parker, birth date without the year, my favorite ice cream flavor as you told me and that fact that I have an older brother, not who...just I know I have one. And no partners. Oh and before you tell me about me, tell me how I know you."

Ben's happy expression faltered when she mentioned she had no partners, nervousness building. "We have been friends...since childhood actually."

Y/N's face flushed with guilt, she was expecting that they were colleagues or maybe friends for some years, but childhood!? Damn. Her insides flooded with regret. "I'm so so sorry. I didn't know," her tone proving her feelings.

Ben shrugged it off knowing it was not her fault. "It's okay, you lost your memories after all. You lost them about a year ago as you said but it actually happened a year and almost two months ago." He spoke with a far away look in his eyes, clearly remembering those events.

Ben was pacing around his living room, looking out the window for the tenth time in the past sixty seconds. His other hand was busy frantically calling his wife who was out with some friends while he remained home cause he wasn't feeling like it. Oh how he wished he did.

It has been almost 3 hours since she had been out, which wouldn't have been a problem if she had not said that she would return within an hour. His worries were reaching the roof which didn't help with the fact that he was starting to feel sick. He tried calling her friends but they were also not picking up, probably were too wasted to care. But his wife could've picked up, she doesn't drink anyway. And if she was going to be the designated driver, she would have told him. Unless...he ran out to his car, panicked.

Reaching the destination, he was disappointed to find that she wasn't there, nor her friends. He started looking around and relief washed over his face instantly as he saw her friend, Edward frantically searching for something, making him tense. He rushed to him and said while grabbing Edward's shoulders to steady him, "Hey, where is Y/N? She didn't call and I was getting worried."

Edward's face paled as soon as he saw Ben, instantly becoming a stuttering mess, "Hey! Ben...what are you...right Y/N...she...she must be...here somewhere. We're looking...looking for her."

Ben's worry rocketed to Jupiter. "What do you mean?"

"We kind of...well not kind of...but we lost her. She was just going to go to her car and...grab some stuff before going home. But that clearly didn't happen."

Benjamin Thomas Barnes did not lose his shit easily. He was usually the calm and collected one of the two and his group, even while playing Monopoly. But the second he heard those words coming out of his friend's mouth, he lost it. "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? HOW CAN YOU LOSE A GROWN WOMAN?"

"We don't know...she went and didn't come back...if we would have known, WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR HER BARKING MAD, DIPSHIT."

Ignoring his reply, Ben eagerly picked up his phone and called the police, informing them about everything.

They said they would find her soon.

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What. A. Fucking. Lie.

It's been 2 months since she went missing and Ben's life became more and more miserable as the days passed. 60 days without her. He usually hadn't been away from her for more than a month, despite their careers. But now he was forced to spend 1440 hours without her, each hour dragging like 20. He was restless, bags clearly visible under his eyes and he had lost his appetite. He also heard someone mention he looked like a zombie, or maybe a robot, following the same instructions fed to him everyday and to be honest, he felt like one too.

He promised to pray to every Saint in existence if she would ever be found. He called the police station every time, to the point where he could sense that they were probably getting annoyed by those everyday calls, but he did not give a shit. Especially not when his wife's life was on the line. He had been sulking in the apartment, calling people, refusing any help and trying his best to keep himself from breaking. He was the most vulnerable during those two months, and the one person he could confide in, wasn't there.

His parents were worried too, and were trying and taking care of Ben, reminding him to eat, sleep but at this point, he had become a machine being fed with daily instructions. He saw photos of their time together, keeping his hopes, cause he had all the hope Pandora's box has to offer when it came to his sunshine.

Then apparently one day, he got a call saying they had found his Y/N. He never rushed somewhere faster in his life, it could almost rival Quicksilver. But primary reasons were, the address was of a hospital. He reached the destination with his heart in his hands, legs about to give away due to his nervousness. One nurse led him to her room where an officer was waiting for him.

"Officer, how is she?"

"You're Ms. Parker's husband...Ben?"

"Yes sir, I'm Ben Barnes."

"She'll be fine, at least that's what the doctor is saying. Can I ask you some questions before?"

After answering all the questions impatiently, he met with a doctor who explained to him her condition, "She has two broken ribs and her left arm also broke, there isn't much serious damage, but we are suspecting some stuff that may have caused her to lose her memories. We'll know if that's the case or not once she wakes up."

Ben's entire life shattered hearing those words, but he still held hope as the doctor wasn't sure. He rushed inside the room and froze at the sight of his unconscious wife. She had a bandage on her head, cuts on her face and some dried blood at the corner of her lips. "Those hospital people didn't even clean her up fully," he scoffed while cleaning her up.

He took her right hand in his, careful not to hurt her, chocolate eyes relieved yet distraught. He just sat silently watching her and felt his own eyes becoming drowsy with sleep, too exhausted to fight, he gave in.

After what was almost 3 hours, he woke up to some voices, "Who is this man?" He could make out one of them say and was jerked awake in a fraction of a second.

"Wha— what do you mean?"

"Oh, hey you're awake. I'm sorry...but who are you?"

"You don't— bu— how—you don't remember me?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I did sir."

Seeing the doctor's look, it finally dawned on him that they were correct about her not remembering. She had forgotten him. The love of his life doesn't even remember him. He didn't know what cruel thing he did to deserve this. She had forgotten her childhood friend, partner in crime, lover and husband all at once. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. He was shaken awake from his daze by one of them falling on his cheek. Realizing she was still waiting for him to respond, he made up an excuse of accidentally coming in the wrong room and ran out, ignoring her voice ringing out behind him.

Y/N felt insanely guilty at hearing this and she still hadn't heard his thoughts or the fact that she was his wife. Ben felt he shouldn't drop that bomb on her yet. Not that she would believe him anyway. I mean if someone random came and told him that they were married, he surely wouldn't believe that himself. "So...what—where did the doctors say they found me?"

"They said one nurse found you outside the hospital, nobody was with you," Ben replied remembering.

"They ever found out what happened?"

He just shook his head.

"We've really been friends that long?"

"Yeah..." he chuckled. "You used to ask me that a lot. Can't believe it's really been that long. You need to know some things about yourself first. We'll come back to us later."

Seeing her nod, he continued, "Your full name is Y/N Moon Parker. You are 28 years old, born in 1992, almost a month after me. We used to...live here in London, shared a flat. And you also are an actor. And about your family, they live in Texas, moved there after we bought a place together. And you do have an older brother, Aiden, who is about six years older than you."

"And my parents?" She was surprisingly very calm in this situation. But did a proud fist-in-the-air motion when Ben mentioned she has a brother. At least she remembers one thing, not whole, but it still works.

"Yeah, right...your parents. You, uh, well...how do I put this?" Seeing her mouth about to open, he spoke, "Now they're not gone. You see...you don't have the best relationship with them." Her face fell. "Your father was a football coach and mother is a cardiac surgeon, both retired. They...they weren't really, um...alright I'm straight up saying this...really supportive of your career choice and you guys had a fallout. That's one of the reasons you aren't really close."

"What do you mean 'one of the reasons'?" She put that in air quotes.

"Well you guys had some fights and all before...too. Strict parents...stuff. You were a rebel as a kid, it was bound to happen. I don't know if I should be telling you this, but since it's the truth, you were...more close to my parents than your own. Things are alright now, they realized they can't do anything, so they let you do your own thing. And you guys— you guys do talk, but just...general connection is less," Ben was feeling really sad telling her all this. He was there with her when all of this happened and saw the toll it took on her. Remembering it, made him feel sorrowful.

"Oh. Do they...uh...do they know?"

"Yeah. Yeah they do."

Y/N just nodded in acknowledgment, giving him a soft smile.

[shmreduplication]

One thing about adhd is that I've become an amateur expert in many topics and the knowledge will never leave me

An incomplete list:

Monkeys/apes/lemurs (but especially orangutans)

Sleep optimization

History and science of ice cream

Origami

Braiding hair and curly hair care

Marvel and DC (real world history of the companies and historical in-universe events [aprox 1980-2015] and the approximate state of things in the comics [2012-15])

And there's a certain sequence of conversation that opens those boxes and gets me monologuing about them, giving waaaaaay more info than anyone wants to know

My most recent ex's favorite thing was watermelon so by osmosis (that's a pun) I've become an amateur expert in watermelon, and I recently found out that a similar sequence of conversation can get me monologuing about it, in a way that seems like I've previously spent significant hobby time researching it

Generally, my love of something closely correlates to my knowledge about it so it feels weird to know this much about my second favorite melon. I know almost nothing about my favorite melon

Is this what those dads who memorized that song from Little Mermaid because their daughters listened to it on repeat feel like?

It's weird. I guess I didn't break up with watermelons

[mehphoobia]

Hello! Can you write a fic where Shawn and Y/n were childhood friends who always had feelings for one another but never acted on it, Shawn is a werewolf and Y/n can be any supernatural being. They're mates but before they get to learn about that, that is when they're 18 or something, Y/n leaves the town for some reason after shawn and Y/n had a little fall out and basically the story is like...she comes back to town and they fic their relationship and stuff... Its a weird request I know😭😭😭 can this possibly be a story?

Your request is my command my dear anonymous..I don't see why can't it be a story...your request is beautiful. 😊😉

DEAL

Pairing- werewolf!shawn x witch!reader

Warnings-none (i got emotional while writing it )

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You were eight when you moved to a new town. It may look like an ordinary town but it wasn't. It was an ordinary town, only full of werewolves.

Like any other kid you were excited for your first day. You got up early that day brushed your teeth, used your favorite shampoo and especially no tantrums while eating your breakfast. Your father looked wide eyed at you shoving food down your throat. Well getting you to eat was his job and he was painfully aware as to how difficult that would be. But today was different.

You looked like a happy pumpkin bouncing on the streets. Your mother couldn't help smile when your father looked at her while scrunching his nose to point how adorable you looked. Your father warned you that the school here might be different from what you had earlier. You nodded your head as he walked you to the school.

Being different was not a problem but being the only one who was different might be a tricky situation. Your entire class was full of werewolves. Naturally you attracted some attention to yourself. You felt shy when their eyes dug into your soul. But there was this one guy, all smiles. He wouldn't stop smiling at you. After some time it became contagious. You couldn't help but smile too. So you decided to sit next to him.

During the break, he turned to you with a butterfly origami and put it on your table. "Hey my name is Shawn. You are going to be my best friend. Deal?" he said as he extended the butterfly to you. You chuckled as to how hard he was trying to hide his authorative nature. "Deal, my name is Y/N." you said as you took the butterfly and looked at it.

As the years went by, you grew up to be just like Shawn. When other girls were busy gossiping about others, you were interested in basketball. Most girls would wear tight fitting dresses, comfy jeans and sweatshirts were your best-friends, and only God knows how may of them would be Shawn's. That guy loved seeing you in his T-shirts.

"Would you be there?" you asked as you looked at the night sky while the both of you laid on the grass. "Have I never?" he nudged your nose, referring to your tournament that you had the next day. "No and that's why I love you." you said with ease not knowing what it meant. He looked towards your direction and smiled a bit. The only thing that hadn't changed was his smile. He had smooth golden skin with a well built body, with curls dangling on his forehead. His golden eyes that shun in the moonlight and a jaw line so sharp it could cut through paper. He could easily be the most attractive guy you had ever seen. You weren't the only one who found him attractive though.

Girls ogled at him when walked through the halls. But he never had eyes for any of them. He should be out there socializing with people as he was going to be a part of pack elections. "You are special" he would say every time you asked him why were you the only person in school he ever hanged out with.

On the day of the tournament, you were standing inside the court as you looked for Shawn. He was there with his girlfriend, Kate who was only busy showing him off on her instagram. "All the best! pumpkin" Shawn mouthed, "Ice cream later. Deal?" you mouthed him back. he laughed and said, "Deal."

The game began with a whistle and the ball with your team members. They passed it to you and bam! shot. The crowd roared when the ball went inside the hoop. Minute after minute hoops were being scored and your team could practically smell victory. All those months of practice came down to a penalty shot. There you stood, dribbling the ball and aimed for the hoop. Before shooting you looked at Shawn who smiled at you in reassurance. The crowd was on their heels when the ball went through the hoop. Your team members had engulfed you when the whistle blew. You looked for Shawn to tell him that the ice cream would be his treat but then you saw him.

His lips were locked with Kate's. They were kissing each other so passionately as if they were always meant to be. Then it struck you, Shawn had a mate. A person who has waited all their life for Shawn and just because you liked him, you couldn't hold on to him forever. He was not meant to be yours.

You didn't realize when you sunk in the crowd and took an exit. You plunged on your bed, just staring at your ceiling. You ignored Shawn's messages and calls as you switched off your phone.

"Honey bear? All good?" your mother asked you as she took a seat next to yours. "Yeah, mom just tired" you got up sitting on your bed. "Oh come on, tell me." she enquired as she caressed your head.

"Mom--" you trailed off as she stopped you mid-sentence. "Shawn kissed a girl?" your mother asked with astonishment. "How did you know?" you questioned back, wide eyed.

"I am a witch Y/N." she said uninterestingly. You talked to your mother about the entire incident and your feelings towards Shawn. Your mother smiled and told you that maybe you should take a break.

"Take a break?" you squealed. "Y/N you are 17, you have to train how to control your powers. What if you just put a curse on someone or what if you start hearing people's thoughts? That can be very disturbing trust me." your mother explained. You were shocked but this seemed to be a perfect idea to get away from these things, to think where you stood with Shawn, to get things back to normal.

Your family helped you pack your stuff and you still hadn't talked to Shawn. You were gonna go for a year, complete you high school online and Shawn should know this but you knew you wouldn't be able to leave after you meet him. So you decided to leave just like that. You clutched your hoody, Shawn's hoody as you passed through his house. All those ice cream treats, treks, knowing each other's breakfast order by heart, all those origami pieces Shawn made for you that you had kept safely in a box under your bed they had to mean something. They meant a lot to you and you had to know if they meant to him as well.

Shawn was worried. you hadn't talked to him for three days. He decided to talk to you in school but when he saw your mother emptying your belongings in a bag, he rushed to ask her what was going on.

Before he could even begin your mother said, "You should have told her Shawn." she turned to face him. "Mrs. L/N if this is about the kiss-" "you should have told her you both are mates." she stopped Shawn while he was speaking. "Where is she?" he asked with desperation in his voice. "She left for her training. You wouldn't be seeing each other for a year" you mother explained. It was very painful for her to watch the evergreen smile which adorned Shawn's face disappear.

Although he was confident you would come back to him. After all you were mates for a reason. He dated girls in school just to stop malicious rumors about him and he didn't like how girls threw themselves in front of him. So he dated girls just for a distraction. It was going to be a hell of a year. Little did he know it was going to be even worse of you.

You practiced during the day endlessly. Spent your days in the library. But it wasn't the day that was trouble. Ever since you had left Shawn's embrace your peaceful nights were replaced by visions. Visions full of memories that weren't even yours. Memories of Shawn, how would it be to have him in your life forever. They were dreams in some sort of way but it hurt too much, imagining something to be yours when you knew that something, someone wasn't supposed to be.

A year passed away dreadfully. Every day it was Shawn in your head and half way across the town you were in his. When you saw your mother after an year, you hid yourself in her embrace. She brushed her hand through your hair, which had grown longer. Funny how the time had passed getting the feminine side of yours. What freaked you out was looked exactly like the person in your visions.

The town looked exactly the same as if you had travelled back in time. You opened the car's window to breathe in the delicate fragrance of wet grass and you sensed him. His earthy smell, his warm embrace. You breathed in the familiar smell as you stepped down the car. One year of feelings, tears that you had held back in you gave up and wet your pink tinted cheeks. You started following the smell and you knew exactly where it headed, to the lawn where Shawn and you spent your evenings together. Could you ever forget it? No because you loved him with all your heart.

Then you saw him. It was like your vision had come alive. His hair grew longer which rustled as the wind blew. The moment he caught your scent he turned to you and the next moment you were running towards him. He held you as if you would disappear the next moment if he didn't.

"Y/N I am sor--" he said and you cut him off. "Shh, Don't say anything." you whispered through your tears. you loved the man who was always there for you. All this time when you thought it was just a crush it wasn't. You were ready to tell him you lo--

"I love you" he suddenly said making you flinch. "You were going to say that weren't you?" he smiled as he brushed his hands through your hair. "How did you?" you gawked at him. He nudged your nose as he said, "You are my mate Y/N. I have known this since the moment I saw you. I have been having visions of you since. I love you and I always have and always will and nothing, no one can change that. " he whispered as he reached the end of his sentence.

He kissed you as he cupped his cheeks. The moment his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and saw a little girl playing in Shawn's arms. Shawn saw it too and the tears that shun like diamonds flew down his cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks. That's when you knew they weren't just memories they were visions of your future together that you would share. You looked at him filled your heart with his embrace.

"You still owe me that ice cream treat." you chuckled as you coiled your arms around his waist.

"Deal" he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

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A/N: Oh what a beautiful request . You guys are so creative with your plots, it just makes me so happy. there are a lot of werewolf fics which are similar to this plot but this request bars was new in its own way. Thank you for letting me write this and i hope my dear anonymous finds this fic satisfying.

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