#so excited to decorate my own neighborhood again!!!

[ofmdee]

i'm back, babeeeeeeeeey!!!! hitting randomize in CAS shouldn't be nearly as exciting as it is, lol, but thank u geneticized stuff, binned unnatural hair, and default replacements i owe you my life

also @pooklet because damn i would not have had the motivation to do this w/o them 😂

[katebishopshands]

could i request kate bishop x spidergirl!reader with mutual pining? maybe where R comes back from a mission badly hurt and they wind up confessing to each other

This is !! So !! Cute !!!

Love love love this idea !!!

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Caught in the Web

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!Reader

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“Ah shit”

You could feel the blood from your nose leaking through your mask, smearing it all over your face. You just needed to get back to your apartment without being seen by the rest of New York and then you could rip the mask off and tend to your wounds.

It could’ve been worse, genuinely. A busted nose, split lip and a couple of bumps and bruises here and there. You had had worse. You recalled the time you had to explain to your parents as to how exactly you broke your arm. Or the time a building blew up behind you while fighting someone and you were covered in burns and scabs from head to toe. The countless concussions and black eyes. Accelerated healing could only do so much sometimes. Covering up your side gig as the cities friendly neighborhood spider girl was getting, difficult to say the least.

One of your webs connected with the wall of your apartment building and you sighed with relief. Relief was in sight as you landed on your fire escape. Your mind wandered to the phone you had left on your desk when you went out patrolling for the night.

Without a doubt there was probably a million missed texts and phonecalls. Plenty of them from Kate. Your sweet friend Kate, the girl you had been hopelessly in love with since you met her in a freshman year intro to creative writing class. She had sat down next to you and given you one of her famous million dollar smiles. And you have essentially be inseparable ever since. She was honestly the prettiest thing you had ever seen. Dark hair, crystalline blue eyes, full lips and lashes, and a million beauty marks decorating her face. You could’ve swore you could sit down and count them for days and never get bored. You missed her, you thought. You should call her once you get yourself cleaned up.

Gently opening your bedroom window, you entered quietly, not wanting to disturb your downstairs neighbors or anyone else you shared the fire escape with. After shutting the window just as quietly as you opened it you took a deep sigh before reaching for your mask, ready to relieve the uncomfortable sticky feeling of blood on your face.

The whizz of an arrow next to your head stopped your motions. Before it had even collided with the wall behind you, you had webbed the nearest heavy object into your hands. Some antique bookend that your mom had SWORN would come in handy at some point, and you guessed now she was right. You readied yourself, ready to put up a fight. Nothing was coming between you and the date you had with your bed.

Your bedside table light flicked on, revealing none other but Kate Bishop in her superhero get up, bow drawn and arrow pointed directly at your head. You swallowed nervously, knowing Kate had deadly aim with her bow.

“Kate?!” You were shocked at her standing in your bedroom.

“Who are you? “ she questioned you. She spoke in a register lower than her own, probably as some sort of intimidation tactic. Cute. You started to lower the bookend.

“Oh my god spidergirl knows my name..” she dropped her tough girl act for a moment, letting the excitement take over her face.

“Not the point, why are you in this apartment?” She questioned you again, taking a step towards you.

“Okay okay!!” You panicked a little. You set the bookend on your windowsill, your hands up in a surrender.

Deciding to rip the bandaid off as quick as possible, you reach for your mask, pulling it off in one swift tug. Your hair falls around your face, the loose bun you had it in sitting limply on your neck. You sniff slightly.

Kate’s bow clatters to the ground, the arrow she had loaded rolling to your wall . Her mouth hangs slightly agape.

“Oh my god-“ she begins to pace your room, her hands going up to tug at her hair.

“Oh my fucking god”

“-Kate” you go to comfort her

“You’re fucking spider girl??” She looks at you frantically , eyes searching your face.

You put your hands on her arms, holding her still as she looked over you. Her thumb goes to the drying blood that’s below your nose and smeared on your lips.

“You’re spider girl and you’re..you’re hurt” she goes to touch your split brow, you wince slightly. A blush creeping on your cheeks as she runs her fingers over the other injuries in your face. You’ve never seen this look on her face. Her brows are scrunched together, a pretty pout on her lips. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve sworn she was sad.

“Kate I can explain everything I just-“

“Sit down, I need your peroxide”

“Kate can’t we just talk for a minute?”

“Sit” she commands, and you obey. You sit on your bed, hands folded awkwardly in your lap as Kate leaves for your bathroom to go find your first aid supplies.

“Why uh..why were you in my apartment…in the dark?” You ask her. You can hear rummaging around the cabinet. You begin to take your hair out of the bun, slowly working the knots out with your fingers.

“You hadn’t responded to my calls…I got worried”

“So you broke into my house?” You scoff.

Kate appears from the bathroom, an array of first aid supplies in her hands.

“It technically wasn’t breaking in. There’s a key under your mat” she sits on your bed, spreading everything across the quilt. She ends the conversation at that, beginning on cleaning your face, freeing it of the now dry and itchy blood that was caked on your face and lips.

She’s so pretty. Your hands begin to clam up and your heart rate escalates. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she can hear it from outside your body. She continues her first aid. Swiping ointment on your cuts and applying bandages.

“Where’d you learn how to do first aid?” You question, watching her work.

“Clint, he told me I did a shit job the first time I did it myself” she chuckles slightly to herself . You should’ve known.

When you had met Kate she was nothing but a pretty girl archery captain who had dreams of becoming an Avenger. But a lot had changed since then and she was now almost there, becoming the protégé of the world famous Hawkeye. According to Kate’s calculations she thinks Clint is “ready to pass down the title”.

“And that should do it for the face, take your suit off and I’ll do the rest” Kate’s worried. You can see it in her eyes. Normally not one for serious conversations, now thrust into something that was life altering.

You reach for the clasps of your suit, only stopping for a moment when you think about the situation at hand.

“Kate I’m sorry for keeping this from you” you feel bad. Kate had been so open and honest with her superhero journey, so why hadn’t you?

“How long..how long have you been Yknow..a superhero?” Kate avoids your eyes. It crushes you a little.

“Um, about a year?” You cringe hearing it come out of your mouth.

Kate hits you. You wince.

“A whole year? Are you kidding me?? Oh my god” she blows up on you.

“A whole year and you didn’t tell me you’re Spider Girl?” She puts her hands on your thighs , you tense up at her touch.

“I didn’t want to steal your thunder! You had Clint, and the Ronan and the Rockefeller tree! You had a huge couple months!” It was true. Kate did have the biggest couple months of her life, and what kind of friend would you be if you made it all about yourself.

“Yeah but then..that means you were going through all of this..” Kate gestures to your predicament, “by yourself..”

Tears well up in your eyes for a minute.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, I couldn’t live with myself knowing you got hurt because of who I am”

They’re rolling freely now, Kate reaches a hand to wipe them.

“You’re an idiot” she half laughs half cries.

“I know I am” you say laughing with her, and leaning into her touch. It’s welcomed.

“I literally put on a ninja suit and saved a dog on live television and almost died I don’t know how many times, trust me I get hurt enough just being me”

You both laugh at that. She was right, she had done some stupid things in the time

Kate keeps her hand on your cheek as you both sit. Nothing but you, her, and the sound of the cars on the street below your apartment. She’s looking at you with something in her eye, something you haven’t seen before.

Observing your eyes and lips, your eyebrows and the cuts that she mended just moments ago. Kate takes her hand off of your cheeks and leans back slightly.

“I think I’m in love with you?” She says, almost as a realization to herself. She gives a giant sigh as the words leave her mouth, like she’s been holding onto them for who knows how long.

“And I- I want to be there for you when you’re hurt, and fix your cuts and ice your black eyes and I never want secrets between us again.” She’s rambling at this point, fidgeting with her fingers. She’s back to holding her breath.

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks, not able to understand if this is a dream or real life. Maybe you had gotten thrown into a wall a little TOO hard during your fight.

Kate’s eyes flick up to yours nervously. Watery blue eyes meeting yours. She bounces her leg off the bed. You take her hands into yours.

“I would..like that a lot” you smile at her.

“Really?” She swallows nervously. You nod your head at her.

Kate nearly tackles you as she lurches accross the bed, kissing you.

Kate Bishop is kissing you. The girl who lent you her fun stationary when your forgot yours in class. The girl who you had spent hours up in her apartment working on the world’s worst projects and presentations. The girl who you nervously watched on TV whenever she was on some crazy Avengers business.

You sigh into her, kissing her back. She tastes like whatever energy drink she had had earlier to give her as much energy as she had in the moment. Kate pulls away, laying on top of you.

“I think this could really work..you and me?” She’s giddy now.

“I think so too” you say tucking a loose strand of hair from her ponytail behind her ear. Kate inspects you again, playing with your hair . She’s smiling slightly, biting her lip as she looks down at you.

“So how does it work..Yknow..the web thing?” She’s sitting up, grabbing at your hands.

“Oh my god we’re dating for not even a minute and you’re already asking about my most personal secrets” you feign annoyance as Kate giggles at you a little.

“What can I say, I have a thirst for knowledge….girlfriend” she smiles proudly as she says the word ‘girlfriend’.

“Whatever you say…girlfriend” you grin back at her.

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The is was SO much fun to write!!! I hope I did your request justice!! Send me more requests and questions I love the ideas you guys have!!

[mins-fins]

something — [ mahae — 엔시티. ]

where it's a usual dooming situation, your good old powder keg that'll result in chaos | now playing ☁︎

mark lee is absolutely doomed.

which, in hindsight, is completely foreseeable. it's a little irrelevant to the current motion of this overly dramatic festivity. if there's one thing your family loves, it's a good party. the guest list is packed with quite literally every patron settled in your neighborhood, ranging from the decades old family friends to the barely perched neighbors who probably only accepted the invite because it they wouldn't have to cook for the night.

and of course, they drag, they drag for so long that mark has become accustomed to staying up late on literal school nights. it was a little bit of a shocker to eight year old mark when he was allowed to tag along to one of your parents' overly excited outings with his eyes staying open past eight pm.

they throw parties for every single occasion, but this one is especially important, because you're home. your parents are anything but lazy, they decorated as if you had come back from serving for your country, in reality, you had just studied overseas for a good half a year.

communication over technology wasn't easy for them, so the moment you got back, they made sure to remind everybody of your presence. the party soon came around the corner, and now.. here we are.

it isn't as if mark didn't see you for a whole year and a half, the attachment you have is.. special, still, the whole occasion instates a feeling of longing he doesn't exactly know the specific origins of.

"are they really giving out gift cards? it's not like you enlisted or something.." mark mutters, pouring lemonade from the large glass jug into a mere cup.

"you know how they are, one year without me and they go crazy" your laughter is pretty, the small nudge you offer mark along the lines of an affectionate gesture.

"they're a little too attached aren't they?"

"normal for parents" you again share another smile with him, rolling your eyes. mark listens as you begin exchanging greetings with many familiar faces, as they again act as if you'd left forever. it was just a year.

maybe mark just doesn't get it.

he clears his throat at the lack of attention, but he can't exactly control the volume of his action, which results in you turning your head towards him. heat immediately coils along his skin, a tint of red spreading across his cheeks. he sneaks a glance peripherally, but you're already looking.

god you look enamored by him.

it's so stupid, maybe mark is just looking at it through rose tinted glasses. you're just naturally like that, the stupid fucking enraptured looks you share with everyone are just that, looks. you don't even realize the extent of your affect, mark is absolutely going crazy.

the jewelry hanging around your neck shines under the light of the barely peeking sunlight, and you straighten your posture as you sigh. "you missed me right?"

mark narrowly holds back his true words, opting for a feigned reply of stubbornness; "barely".

"sure mark" you offer your hand for him to take, and the stubborn front doesn't last for long, the intertwining of your fingers is smooth, soft, an action performed so many times that it becomes it's own trademark.

you glance down at your wrist watch, nose scrunching. "hyuck is gonna be late".

mark assumes his glare must be hidden by the fleeting euphoria of his own eyes. why talk about donghyuck when he's right here holding your hand? isn't mark enough for you?

okay, that's too much, an entitled way of thinking.

he hums instead.

your smile reaches your eyes. "okay, enough about everything else, what did you get up to while my angelic presence was absent?"

"don't be so full of yourself" mark whispers, just barely hears over the feat of childish laughter filling the outside air. "i did what i usually do, got a new job at the huang's ice cream place, made music on my laptop.."

"same hobbies?"

"same hobbies".

your laughter is laced with elation, maybe mark would actually be able to focus if you weren't so pretty. you don't even have to do anything, what kind of a person has a melodic rhythm to their laugh? one that is so pleasant it makes the recipient feel as if they now have to purposefully crack jokes?

"this new color fits you" you swipe your index finger against a single strand, removing his hand and ruffling the rest with your fingers. "and this hat is stupid".

mark frowns, but he then snickers. "chose the first thing i could find".

"green doesn't fit with the atmosphere" in the most hypocritical chess move, you place the hat atop your head, whistling as you level at your best friend with a inquiring glance. "looks better on me right?"

mark sucks his teeth in a feat that isn't genuine irritation. you lean just the slightest bit closer, and mark again takes in your close up facial features. your identical moles and the shape of your eyes, yeah, nothing's really changed, you've always been just as beautiful up close.

it'd be a good time to kiss you.

but mark can't give into his desires so blatantly, not in this huge expanse of a backyard, not while both your parents stand no more than a few feet away, not with eyes clearly burning through the back of his head.

but is it mark's fault you look so kissable?

no, he doesn't think so.

"never" mark attempts to swipe the hat back, but you avoid his hand, a muttered curse leaving his lips as yours turn upward in retaliation. there's a gleam of victory shining behind your eyes, and even with the vexation, mark finds you so.. gosh he can't even explain it. would attractive be the correct word?

"hey, let me keep it for a while okay?"

"y/n".

you shrug your shoulders as you begin walking towards the snack table, a small breath escaping mark in reply. he trails behind you with a smile concealed by his petty anger, your whistling filling the air. "it's my welcome back party!"

see? mark lee is most definitely doomed, he can barely even keep his irritation at a seemingly natural level when it comes to you. you're just too..

"hey, you know jeno's asking for you right?"

mark gets brought back to reality by your words, and he again takes your hand in a rushed moment he can't even explain himself. you pause as you stare, but you don't mention it, simply chuckle. "jeno is obsessed".

"come on, let's go".

absolutely doomed, he won't be able to recover.

lee donghyuck seems to have a much easier time.

it's the same old story, yet he has a high advantage in comparison to everyone else. charm is everything, he's learned that well enough, and he's charming to most.

he's adored by your parents, his immediate toothy grin practically put them in the palm of his hand. is it really that manipulative if it was all natural? seven year olds can't exactly manipulate the adults around them.

they love a good party, and so do his own parents. if not for opportunity to get drunk, but also so they can drag him out without receiving a no.

and the only reason they wouldn't receive a no is because you're the center of the discussion.

"oh you dyed your hair now?"

donghyuck's eyes glimmer in something he can only describe as euphoric, it's completely your fault. all your fault, who gives you the right to have such a pretty smile?

your gaze zeroes in on his black hair, and you yelp as donghyuck almost lifts you from the ground with the sheer force of his hug. "y/nie!"

if it was a usual day you'd complain about the volume of his voice, but you'll give him a pass. he starts with his onslaught of attacks, if the cheek kiss was crazy, then neck kisses can only be described as outrageous.

but those are all regular donghyuck actions, you can barely be perturbed by his uncanny proceedings at this point, knowing him for so long does that to a person. you simply him and lean back, whistling. "okay, okay, calm down hyuckie".

donghyuck simply smiles, feigned innocence behind those fierce eyes. "sorry for the lateness, i had a thing".

"oh i don't care, i missed you".

well that's just lovely.

it's a contrast to how mark sees all of it, it isn't usual for donghyuck to get tripped up by the easiest of things. you're pretty, he can admit that, but anyone with two good eyes can see that. you could look smitten by any little thing, you could stare enchanted by any person (and maybe there's one particular person donghyuck loathes in specific), those aren't anything.

but maybe it's the way you speak that has a tint appearing on his face. you've always articulated your words in a way that could make anyone beam, donghyuck wants to gatekeep them sometimes.

"aww, really, i knew it!"

you stay stuck on the strands of his hair, your index finger twirling a strand. he blinks, yet he manages to keep his composure. he can't give himself away, not while your standing so close. "both you and mark dyed your hair.."

mark. that's funny. why talk about mark when donghyuck is right here? right here for you to admire with his eyes blinking a look of fondness right at you. "oh, so you've seen mark already?"

"mark always comes early".

donghyuck doesn't care that much about mark, shouldn't it be about him now? call him self centered or whatever, but he thinks when he's in front of you, talking about mark is just.. stupid.

"enough about other things, how was portugal?"

his arm comes to link with yours, the press of your bodies together completely intentional. maybe mark will see, he hopes mark will see, donghyuck does like to think of himself as the superior one in this little competition of theirs.

you shrug as you again begin whistling, your ramble starts off with a comment about the country's scenery. donghyuck won't communicate it verbally, but he missed you too, missed your cute little giggles and the pauses in between your detailed rambles. he doesn't think of himself as doomed in the same manner as mark, no, he's the one with a real chance, isn't he?

you cut yourself off with a small laugh as you mutter something funny midway through your story, and you lightly nudge donghyuck. his eyes flitter upward, catching your own in the process.

the glow of your eyes is full of bewitchment. it should be illegal for you to stare at anyone like that, can anyone really blame donghyuck for feeling the way he feels when you stare like that? it's not unheard of to develop feelings for a childhood friend, especially when said childhood friend is so.. lovely.

lovely is the best word he can think of for this.

"are you going back next year?"

"yeah, i'm only around for the summer, i've gotten much too involved".

donghyuck's jaw clenches momentarily, but he masquerades it as uncomfortableness at the flies swirling around him. "okay then, let's make sure we spend good time together this summer".

you hum in reply, laughing at some unintelligible thought in your mind as you again stare at your friend.

donghyuck usually isn't a weak man, really, a mere smile can't render him bashful.

your eyes hold universes that he wishes to get lost in.

would it be so bad to kiss you in the moment?

he presses his own lips together, thoughts steady in his mind.

is it really donghyuck's fault you look so kissable?

absolutely not.

he almost gave in to the desire of being reckless, but his worst nightmare (hyperbole) comes rounding the corner in a feat of a few seconds.

"listen, they're too spicy, you know i don't have a good tolerance" mark's mumble stretches until he glances up and catches sight of the particular scene.

there's a hint of his eye twitching, donghyuck narrowly holds back his own giggle, it's invigorating how mark gets pissed off. he then smiles at the sight of you, even if the irritation slowly slips through. "hi donghyuck".

"mark! it's been a while hasn't it?"

it's only to get a scowl from him, the hug is simply an action he knows will get a kick, but mark can't display such vexation so clearly around you, he knows better than to ruin a party because of childish jealousy. he frowns in your direction, and you snicker, completely oblivious to his genuine turmoil.

"y/n told me he's here all summer".

"yeah i know it's just.." mark's face scrunches as he shoves donghyuck backward, though gently enough that his true animosity is hidden enough. "i was looking for you for like twenty minutes".

"well i didn't run away or anything, i just found him and i missed him so" you roll your eyes, poking donghyuck in the shoulder. mark clears his throat, and you level at him with a look of indifference.

you whistle, observing the lights your parents decided to hang up, knowing this party would go on for longer than it was supposed to. your hands settle behind your back, gaze remaining upward. "it's been a while since it was just the three of us huh?"

reminiscing about old times is the one thing you can't help but do, under the bright lights and surrounded by people you've know for.. forever just brings out something saddening in you.

mark's glare settles, but he avoids donghyuck's eyes. you blink as you stare at him, but then you shake your head. "anyway, i think my mom would be happy to know your here, come on" you nudge donghyuck forward with your shoulder, and there's barely anything behind mark's eyes as he watches the scene.

but before you walk away, you then turn back to look at him, eyebrows furrowing. "mark" you start softly, offering a pinch to donghyuck's shoulder that draws a wince. "come" you motion your head forward, basically telling mark to tag along.

and really, who is mark to disagree?

maybe the two could shut up for once, they could be civil, it's not like it's out of this world.

it's for your sake, they can save the chaotic blow for another time.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

⦕Halloween headcanons as a couple<3⦖

Characters: Yuuki Makoto, Oogami Koga, Morisawa Chiaki, Itsuki Shu, Amagi Rinne, Kanzaki Souma, Sakasaki Natsume, Narukami Arashi, Mikejima Madara and Ran Nagisa

C/w: fluff, a bit of suggestive in Natsume’s part, Alcohol in Rinne’s part…general sweet headcanons for everyone <3

A/n: I had to at least do something halloween-themed since this month has been so stressful 😭😭 I’ll still do the two requests I got sometime during this year even if its not for flufftober but then again thank you all for the support!! I hope you guys continue to enjoy my fanfics !!! <3

Makoto Yuuki

Still loves trick or treating at his age and suggests wearing a couple’s costume this year

Even going to lengths of going to a party city and looking at his favorite video game characters costumes

It’s no wonder when the rest of Trickstar decided to join on what was supposed to be your date.

Makoto doesn’t mind but, his mood changes, thankfully at some point they decided to visit a friend’s home around the block, leaving you both alone.

He then invited you to his apartment, watching scary movies while sharing a blanket and snacks sounded like the ideal date

After some moments, you fell asleep on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead and slept with you

Koga Oogami

Since Undead was doing a small Live, a halloween special for the Ensemble Square, he invited you to join them, getting you a vip ticket to later on spend time together.

As the event reached it’s climax, they had a small reunion for the vip’s, as soon as you reached the room, Koga held your hand softly while smiling.

His eyes were on you during the rest of the night, your outfit made his heart beat, he couldn’t help but admire you even more

After a while of mingling with fans and his own bandmates, Koga craved some alone time with you, walking around the illuminated streets wasn’t uncommon for them

Koga placed your arm on his, making sure you felt safe around him

Throughout the night, before it struck 12am, it was always a tradition for him to kiss you in the course of it, in any special holiday, anniversary and even your birthday. Koga wants you to feel special and cared for in every aspect

Chiaki Morisawa

It’s certain that Ryūsetai most likely will make an act for their younger audiences in the same park as they’ve done all their previous shows

Chiaki is surprised when you arrived to help them get ready with makeup kits or helping out with their lines, he’s truly grateful to have someone like you in his life

While doing the mini show, his eyes were on you whenever he could, it gave him comfort. As soon as it ended, Chiaki couldn’t wait to hug you backstage, and he did, spinning you around while kissing you afterwards

He’s definitely exhausted after the entire thing but suggests going to a small party that Starmaker production held

His eyes contained so much tiredness that he began to sleep on your shoulder while standing up

That’s when you both decided to go home, shower and cuddle throughout the night

Shu Itsuki

He’s not into big halloween parties but, he’ll go if you attend and if you wear the matching outfits he prepared for months in advance

Every year he comes up with new themes and always wins the best costume award, it’s not shocking at all

Mademoiselle is usually in Shu’s arms during the night but will hand her at some point to you, admiring how gently you hold her, almost as if she was a fragile porcelain doll

Despite not celebrating halloween a lot, he’ll definitely give the best candy around his neighborhood, the kids are always excited to see Shu’s beautifully decorated house.

He’s intolerant towards kids, however he enjoys seeing the faces of happy, calm children complementing and saying how pretty his costume and home is

Mika regularly visits him in France, specifically when this holiday is around; hanging out with you two (mademoiselle included), gathering candy and having a wonderful time all together

Rinne Amagi

Undoubtedly he throws a halloween party in his dorm, booze included

Kanata and Hiyori invite some of their friends as well as Rinne, who had obviously invited their lovely partner to enjoy some quality time..perhaps even playing beer pong/truth or dare

He buys the costumes no one wants nor likes but always makes them look good somehow

There’s not a single moment where he parted his hands away from your body, holding your hand, waist or even carrying you at some point as a dare, while kissing you that is

Rinne is such a bold person, no matter if it’s a specific holiday or not, he’ll always be like that with you

Even after he’s drunk and everyone went home, he mumbles ‘I love you, Y/n’ so drunkly yet sweet, it’s almost sickening. The only thing he really wanted was to express how much he truly loves you, it’s no doubt what he says is the truth

Souma Kanzaki

Souma loves doing live shows and performing for an audience, no matter if it’s the day where you both had plans on going out, Souma wished the live could’ve been done some other day

He was so upset yet as soon as he saw your face in the crowd, a smile appeared, now happy yet nervous, Souma did his best for you

His eyes were watery, it looked like he had been crying before you entered backstage, sighing in relief as you hugged him, comfort filled his heart, Souma was truly content now

After talking and leaving, Kuro suggested going to Rhythm Link’s halloween party, even if Souma was tired, he agreed after hearing the whereabouts of the party, which was held in the aquarium

When you reached the aquarium, instead of joining everyone at the party you both went towards the turtle exhibition, he seemed so relaxed that Souma didn’t even notice falling asleep on your shoulder

Souma barely remembers how he got home, he smiled as he sees you preparing breakfast for him the next day with his favorite sea themed apron

Natsume Sakasaki

He goes all out on this specific holiday, like dressing as witches together with Tsumugi, Sora and you

Natsume’s goal for halloween is to actually teach you magic; even if it starts by making potions, he’s sure on making it a memorable experience

Tsumugi insists him on taking Sora trick or treating this year since every previous one they would usually give out candy, Natsume sighs, reluctantly agreeing to it and dragging you with him

His eyes are all over you, his hand on your waist as he compliments and flirts with you

Eventually, you both sneak out to kiss and spend time together while Tsumugi continues to trick or treat with Sora

Back at his apartment, Natsume had prepared a small bath for you both to enjoy after the long day; soon sleeping in each other’s arms

Arashi Narukami

Expect a full on halloween glam from this girl, she’s so excited to do your own makeup and wear stylish costumes

Since New Dimension had a small gathering with their idols, Arashi decorated the place so elegantly with some people as support, her face brightened up as she saw you

She won’t shut up about you throughout the party, anytime someone asks about you both, it’s always compliments and praises from Arashi

Arashi later on ends up making non-alcoholic margaritas or handing out drinks to people at the beverage station, casually talking about her day while preparing you a drink

At some point, she takes you to dance under the stars outside, it was such a romantic moment for you both, even kissing you softly, smiling as she held you close

Izumi sighed, looking at you with a faint smile, he was happy Arashi had found someone who complemented her life

Madara Mikejima

Unfortunately, he had to go undercover for a mission that night, after double face disbanded, he ponders if taking you with him would be a good idea, but that quickly disappears when he sees your lock-screen of him in your phone

When he gets home, all bruised up and neutral after a good mission, Madara finds you awake in bed, sighing softly as he apologized for leaving without telling you at such an early hour

Halloween isn’t his favorite holiday, so he likes celebrating it his own way: baking some sweets , watching movies and more

Madara, despite his nature of being friendly and welcoming, wants to only spend time with you, especially after what he had to do during the early hours of the day, he feels safe in your arms and home

He proposed cooking together instead of ordering takeout, wrapping his arms around your waist while you help him out, kissing your shoulder slightly while smiling

Since he’s really tired from the mission, Madara cuddles with you and falls asleep while a movie played in the background, you kissed his forehead before joining him

Nagisa Ran

He’s still getting used to how halloween works, dressing up as your favorite character/movie, getting candy from random neighborhood houses and more

All he could think of was that halloween special in his favorite crystal shop, it’s no surprise when you spend most of your day there with him

Upon entering the shop, Nagisa held your hand the entire time, looking at the many precious gems around the establishment

Even if you both didn’t wear costumes, Nagisa bought matching jade bracelets, walking out the door with a smile, hand in hand once again

Eden had a small gathering during the night and Nagisa dressed up as a mermaid with the rest of his unit. When he spotted you, he couldn’t help but smile, going to hug you after the crowd of fans left

Since Hiyori wanted to go to a Karaoke booth, Nagisa sang his favorite songs while glancing at you first comfort, holding your waist as you joined him for some duo songs

[tachimichishrine]

ppssps..hey bae 😍😍😍❤️❤️🙈🙈🙈

cute and sexy request!!! IF YOU COULD WRITE A MISTLETOE CONFESSION FOR TACHI x READER THANKS U I LOVE UR WRITING KEEP GOING AND FEED ME ALL THIS TACHI CONTENT AS ALWAYS🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

heyyy babygorl 🤪😳🥵🥵😻🙉🙉 oh my god this is indeed extremely cute and sexy, just imagine...

tachihara around the holidays, a sense of nostalgia for something that never existed as he watches families with shopping bags in their arms. they look happy in the way he'd never felt with his own, and it's got him looking down for most of the season.

tachihara catching himself staring at you for too long, watching you give small gifts to the other members of the black lizard, even speaking with the nameless suits about their plans with their families like you really were a goddamn angel.

tachihara daydreaming about you in the middle of missions, distracting himself with the thought of you to the point where he accidentally bumps into santa cosplayers and has to threaten to beat them within an inch of their lives as soon as they start singing carols merrily at him.

tachihara who is stupid in love, head over heels even before you started asking him about his holiday plans and he begrudgingly admits that he doesn't talk to his family; you pouted sadly and promised that you'd try to make up for it, whatever that was supposed to mean.

tachihara strolling into his office, finding a small box of chocolates wrapped in a red ribbon with a note saying "from santa", even though it was obvious who it was from. it took him a while to stop blushing before he could stash the box in his pocket and pretend like he didn't just get shot by cupid's arrow all over again.

tachihara trying (miserably) to return the favour, having no clue what you like and needing hirotsu's advice. he made the old man swear not to tell anyone about this because if word spread through the black lizard that he was buying gifts for someone, he'd look weak and mushy and he didn't want you to know that this was what you did to him.

tachihara not knowing how to ask you out, painfully terrified that you were just being nice to him because that's who you are and not because you had any interest in him. he thought the mistletoe maneuver was cliché and stupid and soft and perfect for you.

tachihara using his ability to carry the mistletoe around with him, feeling dumb as he waits for you to stumble across him all the while trying to psych himself up to actually kiss you.

tachihara who turns around for one second to yell at an underling, leaving the mistletoe in the air as you, hirotsu and gin stroll in.

tachihara watching in agony as you point out the mistletoe above your heads and kiss hirotsu right in front of his eyes (you said that you would've kissed gin but she had her mask on).

tachihara giving up and heading home after a long day, the stupid thing in his pocket serving as a reminder that he's a coward and can't even do this one simple thing right.

tachihara hearing you call out "wait up!" while he walks home, hands in his pockets and about to throw the world's biggest tantrum at the sight of lovers holding hands and laughing at all the christmas lights put up around the neighborhood.

tachihara slowing down his pace but not stopping as you talk to him, saying things that he barely processes because your smile is so beautiful and you look so excited.

tachihara following you on your little detour, taking him to decorated squares and clinging onto his arm when night fell and it got too cold. he would've suggested buying you a hot chocolate but he didn't want you leaving his arm anytime in the foreseeable future.

tachihara's confidence slightly restored, taking a deep breath and looking around while you babbled about loving the spirit of the season, his eyes locking in on the mistletoe in front of a small shop.

tachihara suggesting to you that go in and explore the shop, then trying (awfully) to smoothly point out the mistletoe on the sign above. he swore that he was a spy, a trained, high-level spy that could infiltrate even the most dangerous of organizations, but you made him nervous and it came out wrong.

tachihara listening to you giggle, pointing out what a coincidence it was that this was the second time today that you found yourself under the mistletoe.

tachihara not believing it when you grabbed him by the front of his jacket and kissed him like it was nothing, not giving him any time to say how he really felt or process the feeling of your lips on his.

tachihara trying to kiss you back but the kiss was short and you were already giggling and ushering him into the shop.

tachihara yelling out "stop! just... wait. just wait," with a lot more desperation than he wanted.

tachihara unable to say anything coherent, describing his appreciation for your gifts and thoughtful words and time you spent with him spontaneously like right now and how gorgeous you looked and how your smile made him feel and just about a thousand other things he never thought he'd say out loud, to your face.

tachihara breathing heavily after his rant, face hot enough to warm up half the city and unable to look you in the eye.

tachihara growing hotter once you grabbed his chin, tilting it so he would look at you, then you said "you know, we're still under the mistletoe... dontcha think we should kiss again?"

tachihara not believing his senses when you did just that, this time pulling him in deeply, hands on his shoulders and body twisting the slightest amount as you kissed him like he'd never imagined before.

tachihara feeling drunk on your lips once you told him that you followed him on his way home not just because you didn't want him to be alone during the holidays, but because you barely saw him today and missed his company, because you missed him.

tachihara getting himself dragged to your home that evening, condemned to plans of baking, house decorating and cuddling whether or not he wanted it. but you both knew that he did, more than anything.

tachihara walking with you like he was in a fever dream, your fingers intertwined while you occasionally kissed his cheek and watched him blush when you got closer to him or asked if he was the one who planted that mistletoe in the port mafia hq this morning.

tachihara making sure he discreetly tossed the mistletoe in his pocket in a garbage on the way there because he denied this morning's "accident".

and most importantly, tachihara getting spoiled the entire holiday season, especially since you made sure to hang dozens of mistletoes across your home and agreed that he would have to comply with each and every one of them, not that he was complaining.

[thetriplets3]

handing out candy with matt on halloween and him getting excited with all of the little kids about their costumes and being like "omg you look so cool/cute" or something like that?? Idk I feel like he'd be so excited about/with all of the little kids/he'd be so good with them

❝𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭❞

children's dialogue is green | not edited, lowercase intended

matt and i have been looking forward to this day for months since we moved into our own house. october was my favorite month and i loved to decorate and truly embrace the spirit of halloween. our neighborhood is mostly younger children so i kept the decorations kid friendly.

matt was eager to help me decorate. he decided to change to porch lights to orange bulbs to and i quote “feel like we’re in a pumpkin”. he covered every inch of the entryway in cobwebs, like every inch. this cute bat garland from etsy hung meticulously under the porch roof as if they were flying. a mix of orange and white pumpkins decorated the stairs, some carved, some not. warm tones string lights entwined around the railing beautifully lit up the entrance.

the chime of the doorbell has been leaping out from my spot in seconds. grabbing the bowl of candy, i open the door and am met with a 4 year old in a dinosaur costume.

“trick or treat” the little voice says.

“can you show me your biggest roar” i ask.

“rooooaaaarrr”

“oh my goodness you scared me” i say dramatically with my hand on my chest. “that deserves 3 pieces of candy” reaching my hand out to put it in the little pumpkin basket.

“thank you”

“you are so welcome have fun” i tell the little dinosaur before wishing the parents a good night.

closing the door i'm met with matt leaning against the wall. “that was adorable”

matt and i have decided to take turns answering the door, watching the other from afar.

“trick or treat” a sweet voice sings. matt crouches down to the little girl’s height not wanting to scare her. “you are the prettiest princess ever! i love your dress it’s so sparkly” he says in a soft, endearing tone, earning a giggle from the tiny princess.

as he closes the door he puts his hand on his chest and softly exhales.

“their tiny costumes are so cute" he gushes. He walks into the kitchen to grab a drink as the doorbell chimes again. "I got it".

i gasp with excitement when i open the door to find a little boy as winnie the pooh and a little girl as piglet. the little girl had the same reaction when she saw me.

"rapunzel! mommy it's rapunzel!" the girl's face lit up with joy as she clings to her mom.

i kneel down to her height, using my body to keep the door propped open. "i've always wanted to meet piglet and pooh, what a lovely surprise this is!". The little girl is hesitant, wanting to hug me but also anxious. "would you like a hug sweetheart it's not everyday you get to meet a princess" i softly smile, holding my hand out for her. with some princess encouragement she makes her way into my arms.

"where's flynn?" the little girl questions, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at me but still holding onto me.

"i think i saw him not long ago, how about we call out his name to see if we can find him?" i suggest, fully embracing my role as rapunzel.

we call out for flynn who took no time to show up. as he gets closer i can here him ask "what do we have here?". i tell him "we have surprise visitors who have travelled a long way to see us". the shy girl peeks at matt as pooh stands beside me.

matt crouches beside me, sensing she's nervous. he extends his hands out, one for each kid. "rapunzel and i were just talking about how we wanted to go to the 100 acre woods to see you, and here you are!"

the little girl removes herself from my hold, grasping her hand around one of matt's fingers and gives him a hug. before she can pull away pooh joins in on the hug. i can feel my eyes about to tear up. blinking them away, i rest my hand on matt's shoulder giving it a little squeeze. just as he sends me a soft smile the parents are telling their kids they need to keep going. as matt releases them from the hug, i grab the candy bowl and let them pick what they want out.

the family heads down the path, turning to wave goodbye, matt pulls me into his side wrapping his arm around my waist. "we'll see you soon friends" i say in a cheery voice.

shutting the front door matt and i looked at each other, eyes filled with love. "that made my night, that was the cutest thing ever!" matt pulls me close to him by my waist as my arms make their way to his neck. we embrace each other for a while just relishing in this moment we've talked about for years.

"i can't wait for that to be our kids one day. dressing them up in tiny adorable costumes for them to show off" he whispers. "you were so good with them, how you got her to come give you a hug despite being scared, she felt safe in your arms. you'll be the best mom one day."

"our kids are gonna be the coolest you already know that. i was gonna say the same about you, how gentle and sweet you were with them. i can't wait for a lifetime of trick or treating with you.

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[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 2

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count: ~3600

The door burst open with a bang, not even waiting for someone to open it. "Where are my birthday kiddos?" a voice yelled into the house. 

Rei and Akari scrambled into the living room from their respective rooms, running to hug her. "Hi, Aunt Elesa!" 

She smothered them in a hug, ruffling both sets of silver hair. "Happy birthday, you rascals. How old are you now? Twenty-five?" 

Rei scoffed. Despite going through this every year, he answered, "You know that we're turning twelve!" 

Elesa dramatically put a hand to her head. "Oh my, now how could I have forgotten? You two are getting so old." 

Akari nodded eagerly. "Dad said we might be able to begin our pokemon journey soon!"

"Yeah!" Rei added. "He said he might let us have our very own pokemon!" 

"Oh that's exciting! Let's go in now, kids, it's a little hot out here." Elesa shut the door, keeping out the summer heat. Emmet waved to her from the couch, blowing up balloons with his mouth. Streamers hung around the house, in blue and red, intertwined. 

"Who are we waiting on?" Elesa joined him by the couch as the twins ran off to their rooms again. 

"Ingo is grabbing the cake right now. Drayden and Iris will be here soon." 

"Perfect." She looked at the almost-empty pack of balloons. "How many of these have you blown up?" 

"At least twenty." He blew hard into another plastic sack. He would never admit it, but he was beginning to feel a little light-headed. Several colorful balloons littered the living room floor. Even if the party did not have a lot of attendees, they always wanted the kids to have a fun birthday. They’d probably go talk to some of the friends they’d made the next day, Emmet figured. They’d been making friends with some of the neighborhood kids the last couple years. Those other kids were getting ready to start their pokemon journeys, too. 

Emmet glanced at Elesa, then at the doorway to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Do you have them?” he whispered to her. 

She tapped her bag and nodded. 

Emmet finished the bag of balloons right as there was a knock on the door. “Kids! Come get the door!” Elesa hollered. The quick thrum of footsteps ran to the door and thrust it open. 

“Grunkle Drayden!” They flung themselves at him. A booming laugh came over the threshold as Drayden carried them inside, their legs dangling in the air. He was definitely still working out, Emmet noted. Though his mouth was hidden, one could easily see his smile. 

“Hello, hello! Happy birthday, you two.” He set the twins down and looked around at the decor. “Ah, this reminds me of when you and Ingo were little, Emmet. Except I was the one on balloon duty,” he chuckled. He had on his usual uniform, right down to the suspenders. 

“Don’t forget about your favorite cousin!” Iris swept into the house, wearing a simple sundress with pink and white accents. Her hair was braided behind her head, a typical bow in her hair. She also carried two boxes, one wrapped in blue, one red. Emmet blinked at her. It was actually nuts how much older she seemed every time he saw her. How old was she now? In her twenties? He remembered when she was a toddler, right after Drayden had adopted her. He and Ingo had been in their early twenties at the time, when Drayden had dropped by for an unexpected visit to introduce them to their new cousin. “Her mother is having a rough time, and her father walked out,” he had said as he held her, her chubby hands reaching out towards them to grasp their faces, “so I’ll be taking care of her from now on.” 

“Iris!” Akari bolted up to her first. “Iris, you should see our rooms!”

“Yeah, we’ve been putting up posters since the last time you were here!” 

“Let me set these down on the table, first,” she said. She had hardly released the boxes before the twins tugged on her wrists as she laughed, being dragged along down the hall. 

“It’s been nice knowing you, Iris,” Elesa called behind her. 

“They are big fans of hers, aren’t they?” Drayden asked, shutting the door. 

“They love to brag that their cousin is the Champion to every other kid on the block,” Elesa grinned. “They think she’s the coolest person ever. Outside their amazing aunt, of course,” she smirked, looking at Emmet. 

“But not to be outshone by their uncle,” Emmet retorted. 

“Oh! Ingo’s here,” Drayden said, waving out the door. He stood in the doorway for a moment before Ingo hurried in, huffing and holding a large white box. 

“Apologies for the delay, they were finishing up as I got there. Where are the kids?” 

“They got a hold of Iris,” Elesa said. 

“Perfect, then we have a moment.” Ingo looked to Elesa and lowered his voice. “You have them?” 

“Emmet already asked,” she whispered. “I got them from Skyla yesterday and checked on them this morning. They’re ready.” 

“Good, good,” Ingo said. He came over and took two objects from her, hiding them in a cabinet. “I have the other things in the closet. I don’t want them seeing until it’s time to open gifts. And please tell her I said thank you and to ask anytime she needs a favor.” 

“They won’t see them in the closet?” Elesa asked. 

“Not in mine, especially not guarded by a horde of Joltiks on a mission,” Emmet said, smirking. “They can be quite persistent.” 

Elesa laughed. “You and your spiders.” 

“Dad! Are you home?” Akari appeared in the hallway, peering in. 

“Yes I am, cub.” 

“Why do you call them that?” Emmet held Rei’s small hand as they walked down the sidewalk. They were all bundled up to protect from the cold of winter. It was time for Christmas shopping, and to get ideas, the brothers had thought to take the kids window shopping. 

“Call them what?” Ingo held Akari in his arms as she pointed up at the glittering lights above a shop. 

“Cubs.” 

“Ah,” he said with a chuckle. “Part of my responsibility as Sneasler’s Warden was to help ensure her cub’s safety as they grew. And, well, once the children were born, I joked that they were my own little cubs. And the name just stuck.” 

“I see.” Emmet followed Rei’s line of sight as he watched a little train set move in the window, following a circular track. He lifted the boy up so he could see better. His small mittens pressed against the glass, his large silver eyes watching the mesmerizing movement. He really did remind Emmet of himself and Ingo when they were little. 

“Are we ready, then?” Drayden asked. “I believe everyone is here.” 

Ingo ran to grab the candles and lit them as Elesa flicked off the lights. The twins hurried to their seats at the table, grinning. 

Everyone joined in singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to them as Ingo lifted the cake gingerly out of the box and presented it to them. It was white, with blue border icing and red icing that read ‘Happy Birthday Akari & Rei!’ in swirly lettering. Together, they blew out the twelve candles on the cake. 

After cake was present time. First they opened the matching gifts from Drayden and Iris. Inside each box was a backpack, Rei’s trimmed with red and Akari’s with blue. Both were mostly white, with the outline of a pokeball on the front. “It’s designed for distance use,” Drayden explained. “For now, they are for trips to other parts of the region, and in the future you can use them for your pokemon journey.” 

They tried on the backpacks enthusiastically and tested the straps making them snug. Elesa clapped. “You’re starting to look like real Trainers now,” she said.

Emmet snuck away to his dresser and grabbed out two boxes as they were still playing around with the bags. He returned as they were thanking Drayden and Iris. 

“Me next!” he announced, placing one of the boxes in front of each chair. 

The two sat down and ripped into the boxes, each pulling out a matching device. “Our own Xtrans?” Rei asked in amazement. Emmet knew he’d wanted one for ages. 

“Exactly,” Emmet said. “We can set them up after this. I just got black bands for you both for now, but there are more options if you’d like.” 

Elesa was next up on the list for gifts. She set two large boxes on the table, one, as always, wrapped in blue, and the other in red. These each contained a jacket, not dissimilar in style to Elesa’s, but built for travel. Elesa showed them several pockets for storing things and explained how they were designed for rough use and keeping out the weather. They each tried them on. Rei’s was a deep burgundy with lighter reds around the trim. It zipped all the way up from the bottom and had a tall collar that could extend halfway up his neck. It fit well on him. Akari’s was almost identical, but hers was navy blue with lighter accent blues and had a white zipper. When paired with the backpacks, they truly did look like budding Trainers. 

Last was Ingo. He held the two objects behind his back as the excitement died down. “Here, I have one of two things to give you. I want you to choose which one you take.” The twins cocked their heads at him as he said “Close your eyes.” 

A hiss and a flash of light. Emmet’s grin broadened at the familiar sound as he saw two things materialize. He could see the twins’ excitement grow as they recognized the sound. They fidgeted in their seats, fighting to keep their eyes closed.

“Alright… go ahead and open.” 

In front of them sat two pokemon, a Rufflet and a Vullaby. The twins’ eyes sparkled as they looked at the two. “These are considered counterpart pokemon,” Ingo said. “Rufflet is always male. It will evolve once, when it gets strong enough. It is a normal/flying type.” The baby bird squawked. “And this,” Ingo gestured to the other baby bird, “is Vullaby. It is always female. It also evolves once. It is a dark/flying type. This pair are siblings, in fact.” He set the pokeballs on the table behind the corresponding pokemon. “Go ahead and pick one. This will be your first pokemon, and therefore, your partner.” 

Immediately, Akari reached out a tentative hand towards Rufflet. It cocked its head at her as it sniffed her. Rei, meanwhile, had his eyes on Vullaby. It sauntered towards him, flapping its wings. He held out a hand for it, allowing it to watch him. 

Everyone was watching with bated breath. This was an important moment for the twins. 

Rufflet rubbed its head against Akari’s hand and chirped. She broke out into a huge smile. “Oh you’re so cute…” 

Vullaby squawked as it sat down and grabbed Rei’s hand between its wings, studying it closely. It turned it over, studying the backside. Then it laid his hand on its head. He pet it. It chirped like Rufflet had, making him laugh. The twins looked at each other and each took the pokeball corresponding to the pokemon they had. They clicked the center buttons and both birds retreated with a flash, the ball lighting up as they did. Then with a click, both shut. 

Ingo’s eyes were teary as he rounded the table to hug his twins. They hugged him back, holding the balls tight to their chests. “You two are getting so big.” He released them and produced one more item from behind him. “There’s just one more thing me and your uncle want you to have,” he said. “These are the hats that we wore on our pokemon journey when we were your age. They haven’t been worn in years, and we want you to have them. We know you’ll take good care of them on your own journey.” Emmet nodded from the other side of the table, smiling at them. 

The twins put on the hats. They were mirrors of each other, basic ball caps in black and white. Ingo’s front panel had been black, with white sides, while Emmet’s had been white in the front with black sides. Akari took Ingo’s old hat and placed it on her head. Rei took Emmet’s. They looked up at their father, both grinning at him. “You both look so grown up now,” he murmured as he leaned in for a hug. 

Photos and bonding with their partners is what took up most of the rest of the night. They’d wanted to try a practice battle in the backyard with their new partners, to learn their own strengths and weaknesses. Emmet stood by Rei and showed him how to command his pokemon while Ingo coached Akari. They did not battle until there was a clear winner, just to allow them to get a taste of what battling was like. They would find out what real battling was like very soon. 

And before anyone realized it, it was getting late. Drayden and Iris bid them a happy birthday and congratulated them on their first pokemon. Elesa did as well, giving them a big hug and telling them that she looked forward to taking them on as challengers in her gym someday. 

Ingo yawned. He and Emmet sat on the couch, watching the twins as they played with their partners. 

“I’m worried for them,” Ingo said. “They’re about to go out on their own. Do you think they’ll be alright?” 

Emmet said nothing for a moment, not taking his eyes off the twins and their birds. “I think they’ll do just fine. They’re just like us. They have their partners, yes, but they also have each other. And they have our phone numbers. They know we’re just a call or train ride away.” 

Ingo breathed in deep. “You’re right,” he said. “They’re going to be okay.” 

—------------------

It was house cleaning day. Ingo was wiping down the counters and cleaning out the fridge with the help of Garbodor as Emmet dusted the shelves. He lifted photos and mementos as he did, not wanting to leave a speck behind. As he did, he’d glance at each photo. The one of himself and Ingo as fresh depot agents, one of him and his brother and Elesa as children, one a few days after Ingo had returned with the children with the three of them asleep on the couch, one where the brothers had taken the kids to the Nimbasa Fair, one from where the kids had started their pokemon journey. 

Had that day really been three years ago? Emmet shook his head as he dusted under the photo’s spot. He could remember it like it was yesterday. How they’d tearfully told their father and uncle goodbye, promising they’d visit, Ingo stopping them for a quick photo with their partners. In the photo, Vullaby had been squawking in impatience and Rufflet was giving it a dirty look. The twins were smiling at the camera. It was a nice picture. 

Emmet set it back and continued on until all the shelves were dusted. Then he moved on to vacuuming. Ingo started the laundry. Emmet cleaned the bathroom. Ingo reorganized the cupboard. 

By the time they were done, they both collapsed on the couch. “What a day off, huh?” Emmet asked. 

Ingo huffed. “It needed to be done.” 

They sat in silence for some time. The sun was getting lower in the sky. 

“Have you heard from the twins lately?” Emmet asked. 

“They’re trekking around Undella Town again,” Ingo said. “Akari really seems to like the beaches.”

“I wonder what teams they have,” Emmet mused. 

“They said they wanted to battle us sometime soon.” Ingo looked at his brother as he said this, a familiar gleam in his eye.

Emmet’s grin was broad and beaming. “I hope we have some familiar Trainers on the Lines soon.” 

“As do I,” Ingo beamed. Ever since the kids had begun their journey, Emmet and Ingo had reopened the Doubles Line at the Subway. They didn’t run it near as often as they used to before his disappearance, and it always drew in a crowd. “As do I.” 

—-------------

Emmet would later swear that it started out normal. 

He and Ingo had gone grocery shopping to stock up and were taking a walk by the park. It was not often they had a day off like this. The sun was warm, but not yet hot. Springtime was in full swing. Deerling could be heard in the forests, the Sewaddle curling up in the branches of trees. The pond was glittering blue. Eelektross and Chandelure were out, enjoying the sunshine and floating behind their Trainers.

Ingo received a call on his Xtrans and requested they stop. It was from Akari. It had been a minute since the twins had called! Emmet leaned in to see. 

“Hello, cub! How are-” Ingo stopped abruptly.

It was not Akari on the screen. 

Instead, it was a woman, whose face was marred with horror. “H-hello? I just… they just…” 

Emmet’s heart dropped. Ingo went completely still next to him.“What happened to the kids?” he asked, his voice choking. 

Her eyes blinked. “I’m sorry, I saw this number was labeled as ‘Dad’ and I don’t know what else to do. There was… I don’t know how to describe it. It was a tearing sound. It was like… something was trying to saw a steel beam in half. And then a hole appeared and they were just… gone. No trace of them. The only thing left was their Xtrans-”

“Where are you right now?!” Ingo just about screamed. His face was pale. All color had drained from it. Emmet could not say that he blamed him. Both of them were shaking, Ingo shivering so hard that Emmet had trouble seeing the Xtrans screen

“I-I’m in Castellia-”

“We’ll be right over.” Ingo tossed out the Gliscor he still carried from Hisui and hopped on, grabbing Emmet’s hand. “Gliscor, to Castellia City. Something’s wrong.” It screeched and took off, slightly struggling to carry two whole men, but not complaining. The call dropped. 

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Ingo ran through the streets as he searched for the woman. It turns out, he didn’t have to look for long. She was by the docks, still trembling as she held two matching Xtrans. He ran over, Emmet hot on his heels. “You!” The woman jumped and saw them running over, the Gliscor following behind them. “What else did you see? Did they say anything?”

She was still shaken. She looked down at the Xtrans and handed them to Emmet. “I… They screamed for a moment, but I could barely hear over the ripping… I could have sworn they’d callen out for someone though… It sounded like ‘dad’...” 

Ingo fell to his knees, shaking. Emmet grabbed his shoulder to steady himself. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not to the kids. 

“It was so dark in there, I couldn’t see anything. No one else was here. Anyone who was here ran away, but I didn’t want those kids there…” She shook her head. “They started to run but the sound followed them. I don’t know where they went.” 

Ingo didn’t seem to be hearing her. He was shaking horribly, his breathing fast and gasping. Emmet knelt next to him and forced his head up. 

“Ingo, listen. They’re going to be fine. They’re okay.” 

“How can you say that?! How do you know that?!” He was yelling, he’d lost all control. Emmet swallowed down his own feelings for now, he could sort through them later. 

“Because they have their pokemon and each other. Last time, you were alone. They aren’t. They’re smart and strong. And they fell together. They’re going to be okay.” 

“We-we have no idea where they are, or when, or even if they went somewhere capable of sustaining life! What if they were dropped in space or the bottom of the ocean or in a volcano-”

“We have to trust they weren’t, okay? That’s the best we can do.” Emmet tilted his chin forward and locked eyes with his brother, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Breathe with me. They’re alright for now. They can handle themselves. They’ve been all over this region and they’ve barely broken a sweat.” 

“They never got their sixth badge…” 

“But they’re strong,” Emmet interjected. “They can handle it. They may not have their memories, or us, right now but they have each other and their teams. That’s more than you had when you were gone and you came back. We have to trust they will too.” 

“It took me a decade!” 

“We know where to look for them,” Emmet reminded him. “I never thought to check in the past.” 

“Wh-what if they’re in the future?” 

“Ingo, we will do whatever it takes to bring those kids home, but for right now, you need to breathe. Panicking will not help them.”

Ingo took in a long, shaky breath. Two. Three. He was calming down. Emmet slowly released his hold on him. “I… I’m better. All systems online.” 

“Confirmed,” Emmet responded. 

“Uh…” The brothers turned to the woman beside them. They’d forgotten she was there. “Sorry to interrupt, but hearing your conversation, I believe I may have a starting point. I don’t know if we’ve ever properly met. My name is Professor Juniper. I want to help you find your missing children.” 

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[kidstemplatte]

Hey! How are you? So as halloween is very close I just can't stop thinking how would dad!terzo be with his daughter during halloween time during the years, like since she was a little kid until she is now a teenager. Just some thoughts that were in my mind. Sorry for my english it's not my first language. Have a lovely day or night.

dad! terzo on halloween 🎃 🦇🕸️

hi! i’m doing well, thank you for asking! and there’s no need to apologize, your english is great! thank you so much for the request, here are some dad! terzo halloween headcanons! please enjoy! ❦

-the clergy takes halloween very seriously

-terzo makes sure the entire building is decorated for halloween even if his brothers deem it “unprofessional”

^they secretly love it though m

-they throw a halloween party every year

-of course after violetta is born it’s a little less alcohol-oriented haha that’s for the after party

-the great thing about having a baby is that you can dress them up as whatever you want on halloween and it’s adorable.

-on violetta’s first halloween she was a baby bat🥺🦇 (her nickname)

-and of course everyone thinks it’s the most precious thing EVER. (because it is.)

-when she is old enough to make her own choices, the first thing she wants to be is “papa!” which nearly makes terzo cry.

-so he does her makeup and one of the sisters makes her a custom robe and everything.

-he even lets her be “papa” for the day at the clergy and it’s so cute 😭

-violetta has a little brother🤭 so of course y’all do the addams family one year, it’s perfect.

-terzo takes them trick or treating every year ofc and always reminds them to use their manners

“now, what do we say?”

“grazie!” they say in unison

-every year during the halloween season terzo drives them through different neighborhoods and they rate the houses’ halloween decorations

-terzo doesn’t like jack o lantern carving (he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty😭) but does it every year because it makes the kids laugh because i headcanon this man cannot draw at all so his pumpkins look silly😭

-lets the kids keep the candy they have from trick or treating as long as they don’t tell mom LMAO

-one halloween when she is a little older, she begs terzo to let her watch a scary movie with him on halloween because he watches them late at night all the time and she wants to be like him.

-he warns her over and over again that she will regret it, but alas, he cannot resist his little star.

-she regrets it. 💀

-terzo ends up having to sit by her bed until she falls asleep, reassuring her that there is nobody hiding in the closet or under the bed. and that if there is, he will annihilate them.

-eventually violetta grows to enjoy scary movies and they have a tradition of having a scary movie marathon together every year.

-when violetta is older, in her teens, i can see her doing really cool costumes like a female edward scissorhands or elvira

-violetta likes doing makeup so eventually the tables turn and she ends up doing his makeup for halloween later on as opposed to when he did hers 🥺

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i’m so excited for the halloween season!!! i hope you enjoyed this!! please know if you’ve sent me a request i WILL get to it and i’m working on it atm!

♡, alice

[blueshistorysims]

The autumn of 1891 brought good tidings for the Walshes, for it soon became apparent that Rebecca was expecting her first child with Peter. At first, she wasn’t sure, but she had woken up that morning and looked at her stomach, Rebecca knew that it was time for a call by Dr. Ingalls. She feigned a cold for Rose and sent for the doctor, only telling him the truth when he arrived. The doctor quickly confirmed her suspicions and congratulated her. 

She felt relieved and equally excited. She’d always wanted a child, to raise a big family—nothing like her own upbringing, which had been lonely and quiet. The thought filled her with glee. She was pregnant!

Rebecca waited until Peter came home, sitting in the parlor while Rose prepared dinner. She had taken one good look at her stomach and smiled, saying, “Walsh children tend to be very big. You’re going to need lots of rest, dear.”

The moment the door opened, she stood up and called her husband’s name. Peter set down his bag and handed his coat to their maid, walking into the parlor to see what his wife wanted. 

“Good evening, my love,” he greeted.

“I have news, Peter.”

“Good or bad?”

“Good. Very good,” she answered, grinning ear to ear. 

He took her hands and smiled. “Then I am quite eager to know.”

“I’m with child, Peter. Dr. Ingalls says the baby shall be due in August.”

He blinked, intaking the information. For a moment, Rebecca worried he was not pleased, but he gently stroked her chin and sighed happily. “I’m to be a father?”

“Indeed.” He glanced at her stomach, which suddenly looked much larger than it had that morning. “I’m to be a father,” he repeated, beginning to laugh.

She giggled. “And I am to be a mother.”

Peter pulled his wife closer and kissed her. “Oh, you have made me the happiest man in England!”

Rebecca kissed him again, wrapping her hands around his neck, feeling like nothing could ever ruin her happiness. 

Rebecca and Rose immediately set to work after they publicly announced the pregnancy. The house’s nursery had not been used in many years, and the pair decided to task themselves with decorating it. After Sarah cleaned and dusted it, the mother and daughter-in-law cleaned out the older furniture and decorated it fit for a Walsh baby. Sun had faded and yellowed the wallpaper and bedding, but no matter, soon the nursery would look brand new by the time the baby arrived

“Sarah said it was so dusty when she cleaned in here. When was the last time someone went in here, Rose?” Rebecca asked, staring at the little cradle where her husband had spent the first few years of his life.

“Oh, not in over five years,” her mother-in-law answered, sounding distant. 

She turned to see Rose standing by the window, staring out at the other houses the in neighborhood.

“What are you doing?”

She turned and sighed. “Just reminiscing.”

Rebecca walked over as Rose’s fingers drifted across the old cradle. “What was Peter like as a baby?”

“He cried. Quite a lot. Just for no reason other than to seek attention, crying all hours of the night. And my husband could sleep through anything, so it was up to me and the maid to the child.” She smiled. “As a first time mother, it greatly put me off babies, and I began to loath whenever I had to feed him.”

“No, surely it was not that terrible.”

“It was,” Rose affirmed, blushing. “I feel awful now, but he wouldn’t shut up. It wasn’t until he turned two when he suddenly became this angelic child, and I realized maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.”

She laughed. “My mother says that I was such a fussy baby that she told Father that she never wanted another child.”

The older woman nodded. “I remember your mother complaining to me about you. I think we are both grateful you grew into such a beautiful and good natured woman.”

Rebecca smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “And what was David like?”

“David… was an angel. He was such a quiet baby, and even though he could see, I would hold him for hours, just staring into his little eyes, holding his tiny hand.” She swallowed. “Peter was very jealous.”

“I wish I’d gotten to know him. I left for finishing school at 14, and he was still a tiny child. I mostly avoided him when I visited.”

“Do not feel bad, he was so yo-young,” Rose whispered, breaking into tears. “My darling child was so young,” she whimpered, doubling over and burying her face into her hands. 

Rebecca was shocked, watching her turn away and beginning to cry. She placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to think of something to say.

“Oh Rose,” she muttered, rushing around her and kneeling. “It is alright.”

“I’m sorry. I miss him so much! He-he was my baby, and he died so young.”

Rebecca took Rose’s face in her hands, forcing her to look up. She nodded gently. “I know, Rose. There is nothing wrong with grieving for your child. You loved him, and he loved you, and we take comfort knowing he is in a better place.”

Rose sniffled. “Oh, what did I do to deserve such a kind daughter-in-law?”

“You raised a good son.”

[gutsybitsies]

more omg they were roomates au

Jason is almost bouncing like a kid when he sees Piper and Leo, he bounds forward and scoops the two of them up in a giant hug, accidentally lifting all three of them into the air. 

“Easy there, tiger!” Leo squeaks as he feels his feet dangling a foot above the ground. 

“Haha, sorry!” Jason lets them down gently.  His sweater vest and his light blue cardigan caught itself in Piper's hair. “I’m just so excited to see you guys again, I haven’t seen you two since my graduation a few months ago. You guys are going to love my new place, and I can’t wait to show you guys around D.C. Nico and I went to Costco to get everything we need for Leo’s tacos, and we got a Julia Child cookbook. Guys,” he says seriously as he leads the two of them to his car. “I can’t wait to blow your socks off with the casseroles.”

Piper gags to Leo behind his back as they exchange an “what kind of white bullshit is casserole?” look between the two of them. But they’re good friends, so both of them decide to stomach whatever food that Jason will throw at them. 

There was a dark spot in the sky and Leo doesn’t even blink as he snaps a finger and a bolt of fire strikes the attacking harpy and incinerates it into monster dust. 

“I hope that’s not a cleaning harpy,” Jason says, “They’re gonna charge you if you accidentally killed a cleaning harpy.” 

Piper shrugs, “Nah, that one was definitely trying to kill us.” 

Jason happily takes their suitcases for them and tucks them into his minivan. “Sorry we only have one guest room, I went and bought dividers and an air mattress, no expenses were spared.”

He swerves as a car that ignored traffic lights almost hit them, and continues like nothing just happened. Then Jason resolutely continues to drive at the exact speed limit as the surrounding cars around them become increasingly frustrated at his textbook speed. 

They arrive downtown in a nice neighborhood, and Jason neatly pulls into a parking space. Nico was already waiting for them outside, also looking vaguely excited at the prospect of giving Piper and Leo a house tour. 

Leo gulps, he remembers Nico’s cabin, he really hopes that the two of them didn’t decorate their apartment with skeletons and coffins. Jason’s room was always neat and nice looking wherever he stayed, so their place should be normal, right? 

Piper and Nico exchange their own bro handshake, and then Nico takes her suitcase for her and leads the rest of them inside the apartment building. 

“Bats aren’t going to be flying out of the apartment, are they?” Leo asks, half jokingly. 

“Come on,” Nico rolls his eyes. “I’m an adult, I’m not going to decorate my place like I did when I was 12. You two are going to be completely surprised at how it looks.”

Jason nods like a golden retriever. He taps the fingerprint activated lock their door had and flings it open, “Welcome!” 

Piper and Leo gasp.

“What the fuck,” Leo can’t help but say.

“This looks amazing!” Piper pinches him, “Jason, Nico, you’ve done such a great job.” 

They both beam brightly and guide their guests inside. 

The Grace-Di Angelo household looks....bare. That’s the only way that Piper can describe it. The front door open into a living room with an open concept kitchen beyond it. To the side of the kitchen there’s a door that leads to a balcony. Between the countertop of the kitchen and the living room is a small rectangular table with four chairs around it and a decorative vase of flowers in the middle. There are four plates that have been set there, along with four red solo cups. 

The living room was sparse, there’s a huge flatscreen TV with a neat stack of video games next to it. Next to it was a bright pink beanbag chair. There was a small couch that was obviously a pullout futon, and in between the couch and the TV was a wooden chest that Piper knows contained a variety of weapons, charms, and other mythical paraphernalia. 

There’s no end table, the huge TV was lying on the ground, and there’s another two red solo cups full of suspicious looking liquid on the wooden chest. 

“Here,” Nico picks up the cups and shoves them at Piper and Leo, “Have some ice tea.”  

“Thank you...” Piper almost chokes on the lukewarm “ice” tea when her eyes were drawn to the Wall. It was right behind the couch, and it led to a corridor that she assumes had the bedrooms and bathroom. And it was. A Wall. 

Leo looks at it as well and tries to articulate. “So. That’s. Um. Jason. Tell us about this.”

It’s horrific and creepy, that’s the only way that Piper can describe it. She remembers the picture of Thalia that Jason took around with him throughout his stint in boarding school and during his stay in his Roman frat in college. But here? An entire wall was filled entirely with huge blown up photos of Thalia and Hazel. It looks like a stalking serial killer’s moodboard. 

“This is my idea,” Jason says proudly, “A lot of people have family portraits on their walls, right? So I was talking to Nico about decorating the place, and he saw that I only have one photo of Thalia printed out. Well, Nico didn’t have any pictures of Hazel and Bianca printed out. So I said, I know a guy in New Rome, let’s get more photos of our sisters, and the guy can print and frame everything for us at a good price.”  He points at a black and white photo of a young girl looking straight at the camera. “We even found the passport photo of Bianca.” 

“Jason has so many interior decorating ideas,” Nico says. “He came up with the idea of making the quest chest the living room table.” He waves his hands around, “Who even thinks like that? That’s genius.” 

Leo takes a sip of his tea as he sees that Nico was one hundred percent serious. 

He raises an eyebrow at Piper to say, Don’t you wish we got hotel rooms instead?

She nervously grins back, Be nice. 

“Oh!” Nico jogs to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. “You guys must be hungry.”

He brings out a neon green jello with hot dog sausages, lettuce, bell pepper, and what looks to be tomatoes suspended inside it.

“The casserole is still being baked in the oven, but Jason made an appetizer and it just finished setting.”

“Oh that’s okay, there’s hot dogs there so I can’t eat it,” Piper says, “Leo would love it though, he’s so hungry.” 

“Piper!” Jason looks hurt, “Of course I used vegan hot dogs. I always look out for you.”

“Oh but, uh, the gelatin in jello is-”

“Pipes,” Jason is a kind, understanding, generous friend who protects his pack against all dangers and is ready to lay down his life for any of them. “Of course I used vegan jello. Don’t you worry.”  

Nico had brought the jello out onto the small dining room table and is already plating four slices of the green abomination. Leo notices with a sickening twist in his stomach that there was a can of whip cream next to him.

“Whip cream anyone?” he asks, about to add another layer of nightmare onto the monstrosity that Piper and Leo were about to force themselves to ingest. 

They shake their heads and try not to throw up as Nico shrugs and gives his and Jason’s plates a generous dose. 

Piper notices that the kitchen is spotless, but that there’s no dishrags- oh- is that- she sees an abandoned shirt that hangs over the oven handle that Nico just used to wipe his freshly washed hands on. It looks clean, but that was a shirt! 

She glances at the sink and sighs with relief when she finds that the guys did have a sponge and dish soap. Piper tries to fill her mind with thoughts as she mechanically chomps down on the disgusting jello dish and swallows. 

“This is really good, Jason,” she lies. “Um, you know, I just want to thank you two for letting us crash here while we have business. So why don’t you guys let me and Leo take over cooking for this week.”

“Yes!” Leo cuts in, “I’ll cook! I’ll cook every single day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner!” 

Both Nico and Jason look extremely touched. 

“That’s nice, Leo,” Nico says, “I know you want to make your signature tacos, but I can’t let a guest cook that much while I’m hosting.”

“The book says that that’s a faux pas,” Jason adds in. “We’re trying to establish a routine, so we have to follow basic etiquette. I’m looking forward to taco night tomorrow, but I can’t put the burden of cooking on you guys when you’re visiting.”

And that’s when Piper decided that she had to cheat. She’d been so good at not letting charmspeak creep into her everyday conversations with friends, but if she had to choose between living with the idea of manipulating the trust of people she loved versus having to sit through more of Jason’s cooking, sorry but she chooses to be the villain. 

“Jason,” she purrs, letting her magic flow into her words like sweet honey, “We’re all best friends here. We’ve saved each other’s lives countless times. Let us take the burden off of you and Nico. If you tell Nico that I’m sure he’ll agree that a little bending of etiquette means nothing between friends like us.” 

Piper had gotten so good at charmspeak that Nico’s not able to notice anything, and Jason listens to her before turning to Nico to shrug and tell him that they can take Piper and Leo out to dinner most nights so that they don’t need to cook as much. 

Nico hesitates, but eventually nods at Jason’s suggestion. 

Piper and Leo gulp down their “snack” before Jason leads them to their guestroom. 

Leo wonders if he’s gotten soft since the days when he was able to sleep just about anywhere after running from foster home to foster home. It’s a sign of progress, that Jason and Nico’s apartment of nightmarish frat bro aesthetic (they have a dartboard! They’re using old tshirts as handtowels in the fucking bathroom as well and they have a dartboard!) horrified him as much as it did. But then he remembers that Jason has only ever lived in school dorms, military barracks, and his miserable Cabin One room, and that Nico practically lived on the streets for a number of years before settling down into his emo inspired Cabin Thirteen. 

Leo gives Jason a tight grin as he sees the guest room. There’s a clinical white divider between the bed and an air mattress. And that was it. There’s nothing else in the room. There’s a walkin closet that Jason told them they can hang their clothes in, and a guest bathroom. 

The bed is made with a fitted sheet cover, one sad blanket, and one pillow, and the air mattress is the same. Piper explores the bathroom and she finds two toothbrushes, a toothpaste, toilet paper, and two bottles of soap in the shower. One was a bodywash, and the other was a two in one shampoo-conditioner. 

The bathroom drawers are filled with a mountain of menstrual pads, tampons, and an entire row of menstrual discs and cups. 

“Oh that!” Jason looks proud, “I don’t know how much you use during your period, so we just got everything. Just in case.” 

“Aw,” Piper feels genuinely touched, even though she’s so glad that she brought her own toiletries. “This is so sweet, Jason. Tell Nico thanks as well.” 

“Anything for you, Pipes! Plus, when we get more defensive charms in this place, we want to make this into a safehouse for the younger demigods as well,” Jason says. “I want this place to be as homey and comfortable as possible. That’s why we’ve been trying our best with decorations and plates, and everything. We bought a matching set of plates, bowls and cups from Ikea.” He then points to the bottles in the shower. “And Nico’s the one who suggested separate soaps for bodywash and hair, rather than the all in one that we use.” 

“Well, when I was in the position of running from place to place, all I wanted was warm food, a bed, and understanding hosts, and you guys fit that to a T,” Leo says diplomatically. 

Jason beams, “Thanks, I love you guys, man. Go get some rest, I have to prepare the rest of dinner.” 

He leaves Piper and Leo to their bare room, and closes the door behind him. 

“I-” Leo sits on the bed. “I honestly don’t know what to say.” 

“It makes sense if you think about it,” Piper responds and plops down next to him. “All of Jason’s rooms came furnished for him, and Nico probably had help when he designed his cabin as well. And the two of them have only had communal living and dining. So now that the two of them are living together, there’s no one to tell them that they need things like hand towels, and cabinets, and just. Everything.” 

“So, are we going to do anything about this?” 

Piper thinks back to how excited both Jason and Nico were about their current living situation, and even back to that horrifying wall of Sister Photos. 

“I think they can figure it out on their own. It’ll be a nice journey for them. But when we leave I’m going to list out of things they need to have for the guestroom, because this-” she gestures around the room, “-is not going to be comforting for your average nervous demigod on the run.” 

There’s a ding from the kitchen. 

“Dinners ready!” Nico’s voice calls out. 

Piper and Leo look at each other as they brace themselves. 

“This is making me more nervous than fighting against monsters,” Leo says, “and that’s before my powers suddenly leveled up.” 

“They’re our friends, and we love them. Remember that,” Piper breathes. “We love them.”  

The two repeat the mantra, slap on a polite smile, and open the door to meet their destiny. 

........

Hazel looks at the wall, her face frozen in time as Nico and Jason wait for her response. 

“Well?” Nico prompts her. 

“I-” She’s trying to find the right words. Her own eyes stare out at her, multiple of them, multiple of her faces and her portraits stare out into the distance from that horrifying, horrifying wall. “I don’t know what to say.” 

Nico grimaces, “Is it because there’s one more picture of Thalia than you? I’ll put up one more picture of you.” 

“You have two sisters, I only have one, if we put up one more picture of Hazel then Thalia’s outnumbered.” 

“Are we having this conversation again? In front of Hazel? You’re going to embarrass me like this?” 

Hazel tuned out their argument as she tries to digest the sight of the Sister Wall in front of her. Although, by the time she tuned back in, the two of them seemed to have made up already. 

Nico leans into Jason as they discuss more picture placements. 

“We’ll find more pictures of Bianca, alright?” Jason had taken to slowly rubbing circles into Nico’s shoulders. 

“Okay, but if Hazel feels offended that she doesn’t have enough photos on here...”

“I’m fine!” She says loudly. “Completely fine with this! You don’t need to put more photos of me on here!”

She gingerly takes off a photo that was just her sleeping face- she remembers this, this was from a group photo taken during a sing along at Camp Halfblood. Someone had taken a candid and she’d already fallen asleep at the time. Nico must have asked for the group photo, isolated her part, and then blown up the picture to be large enough to fit into a normal frame. 

“I love this one so much, can I keep it?” 

“Of course!” Jason gestures for her to take it. “We have plenty. Oh!” He rushes into his room and runs out with something rectangular in his hands. Hazel prays to her father that it wasn’t one more photo of her. 

Jason flips it over, and they see that it’s a crude, homemade sign made of what looked like driftwood. 

He proudly hangs it on the spot where Hazel’s sleeping picture used to be. 

“Wow,” Nico says, leaning against Hazel. “Look at that.” 

She smiles softly. “It’s perfect.” 

Home Sweet Home

[g0ttal0ve101]

Christmas Special

Note: LUKAI ATTACK 💥💥 (4/4) TW: none!

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Kai didn’t mean to hurt him. He truly loved him. That’s why when he found himself hurting him, he couldn’t help but hate himself for it.

Christmas Day had finally arrived as they both hoped and everything was perfect. Kai gave Lucian all the presents he collected from over the year, including some possessions he stole from their past victims as a memoir, and watched every single one of his reactions like a TV show. They never got old. Whenever he was happy, he was on the moon. Whenever he was shocked, his heart went through the roof. Whenever he was excited, he felt as though his head was stuck in the clouds.

So how did it shift from such pure joy to this? Well, Kai might have been a bit too on the nose with one of his presents.

“Kaiii, this box is heavy!”

God. He could still remember how excited he was to see Lucian’s reaction without realizing how awful it would play out to be.

The paper was wrapped horribly all the way around since Kai had no help decorating it on his own. He placed a pretty bow on top to try and make things better, but in the end, it still looked God awful — Not that Lucian cared at all. He thought it was absolutely adorable that he tried his hardest because in the end, that’s all that really mattered. So whenever he peeled off the thin layer of sparky paper, he was eager to pop the lid off and see what his loving boyfriend had given him.

There was silence for a moment. Kai figured Lucian couldn’t tell what it was. At least, not until he reached inside and dug his fingers deep into a cold pool of blood. That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the words that came out of Kai’s mouth.

“Remember that puppy you said you wanted?”

A dead puppy. Kai had given him the puppy as a joke, thinking that Lucian would find some humor in it. After all, they had been gifting each other with mangled corpses and body parts this entire time! Hearts, eyeballs, fingers, ears — And a puppy to top it all off!

“…Y-You shouldn’t have!” Lucian stammered, placing the lid right back on the box where it was before.

Kai bubbled out another horrendous shot, totally unaware of the social cues he was giving him. “I hate dogs. I could never get you one, it’d just end up biting you anyway.”

Cruel. He didn’t mean to be, but sometimes his level of cruelty was too high for Lucian to withstand. Standing up and letting the blood drip down his fingers, his boyfriend couldn’t help but go into the bathroom and wash his hands off. That’s when Kai suddenly had the feeling that he’d done something to upset him. However, Lucian showed no signs of being hurt for the rest of the day. He must have slapped on some sort of mental bandaid and continued forward.

Dressing up in their new clothes, messing around with their new gadgets, and eating any candy they received, both Lucian and Kai had a blast together. It wasn’t until they were building a snowman together outside the house that the topic re-emerged again. As Kai plopped on the snowman’s arms, he heard the sound of laughter erupting behind him. When he turned, he found that the neighborhood children from around the block came to visit Lucian. A wave of jealousy overcame him for a moment, but only a moment. Then, he was overwhelmed with guilt.

Lucian was on his knees with a little puppy wiggling in his arms, laughing and smiling brighter than he had all day. Observing this scene, Kai was stunned by the amount of joy a little creature such as that brought him. Then, he was ashamed. He had gifted him a dead puppy earlier that morning despite his obvious love for them.

“Sorry, little guy! You can’t be over here!” Lucian gushed, scratching behind his ears with his long nails. “My boyfriend doesn’t really like puppies!”

God, he couldn’t let it go. Whenever they ate dinner, cuddled on the couch, watched TV, and laid in bed together, Kai had it on the back of his mind. The expression he made whenever he gave him that stupid box versus the laughter that escaped his throat whenever a puppy licked his cheek. He had to fix it.

Long after Lucian fell asleep, Kai went off on another journey. Not to kill, but to save a semi-cute mutt off the street and bring it home to his baby.

Downtown Woodlyn had a stray dog invasion, which is partly why Kai hated going down there. Dogs were filth in his eyes. Filth. He had never seen a dog in which his views shifted even in the slightest. Although, he never had a firm mental grasp as to why that was. In his mind, he was born this way; Hating and being scared of dogs. But deep within his heart, he knew all too well why he hated dogs so greatly.

“Fucking mutt!”

Kai’s eyes widened. Standing in the dark alley with a little blade equipped in his hand, all he could do was watch as an elderly man kicked a stray ball of fur out of his path. It wobbled and reapproached the man, hoping that maybe it could gain some affection, only to be kicked down again.

“Get the hell outta here!”

“Fucking dog!”

“Aye, I said get the hell outta here, you dirty little thing!”

“Stay downstairs, you bitch!”

The grip on the knife’s handle tightened. Kai watched intently as the man attempted to stomp out the life of the puppy, simply annoyed by its existence. Even if he hated dogs as badly as he did, Kai forced himself to swallow back his fear and take action.

For a guy who hurt helpless animals on Christmas Day, he sure did go without a fight. Kai stabbed him once and he cried like a little baby, falling to his knees and grabbing at his chest. One wound is all it took. His poor drinking habits and old age did the rest. He died from heart failure shortly after the original attack.

Then, there was the puppy trembling in the corner. Kai’s heart raced from the sight of its little face. He hated dogs. He truly hated dogs.

“…Y-You shouldn’t have!”

But he hated that more.

Hesitantly approaching the thing, he couldn’t help but clench up from the sight of it. It whimpered and laid on its back, showing off its little tummy to prove its submissiveness. Kai wasn’t very sure how dogs were supposed to act, so this sort of behavior freaked him out. He grabbed it and held it far away from himself, walking as if he were a zombie in a horror movie. Its tiny tail wagged so fast it looked like it was going to fly off.

“G-Good dog…” Kai murmured, still frightened by the simple fact he was touching one of these things. It stared back at him helplessly. “No biting…no biting…”

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“Bunny…?” Kai whispered while entering the bedroom. He saw his boyfriend sleeping soundly in bed, his chest bouncing up and down slowly and his lips slightly parted. It was a precious sight to see. Approaching the bed with the horribly wrapped present in hand, he tried his hardest to wake him up without scaring him. “Luluuuuu.”

Setting it down on the mattress, Lucian sprung up from the sudden weight. “H-Huh?”

“There you are, sleepyhead.” He purred, setting the box on his lap before crawling into bed himself. “I got you another present.”

Rubbing his eyes with a soft groan, he shifted closer to Kai so that their thighs were touching. Electric shocks struck through his body from the warmth. “Mmh, another…? Why so late?”

Before he could answer, he was already peeling off the paper. Kai tensed up whenever he saw the box move a little, knowing that the puppy must be making a fuss inside. But from what he could tell, Lucian didn’t even notice it.

“I-I wanted…to say I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” His sleepy voice flooded Kai’s ears and reverberated in his skull endlessly, causing his heart rate to spike. “Sorry for what, baby? You didn’t do anything.”

Grasping at his pajama pants, he clenched his eyes shut with a pained breath. “O-Open the present. I can’t explain it.”

Lucian blinked in disbelief for a second before following his commands and lifting the lid. Kai could only hold his breath and pray that his message got across. Words weren’t his forte, especially since he didn’t know what he was feeling half the time. Whenever he heard a gasp escape his lips, Kai peeled one eyelid open to see his expression. There, he saw an even brighter one than he did before. Blush erupted on his cheeks from the sight. Lucian was gorgeous whenever he smiled like that.

“Kai…!” He gushed airlessly, tears piling up in the corners of his eyes. “Kai, I love you so much! I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Again, Kai was horrible with social cues. He didn’t understand why his boyfriend was crying if he was truly happy. However, he embraced him with the same amount of pressure Lucian gave forth; At least until he saw the little creature’s head pop out of the box. Then he reeled away with a dreaded look of fear.

Lucian pulled the puppy out of its box and cradled it into his arms instinctively, running his fingers through its damp fur. Its tail wagged again, maybe even faster now that it was getting attention. “Oh, he’s beautiful, Kai!”

With a gulp, he agreed quietly. “Mhm. D-Do you like it?”

“Yes! Yes, I love him!”

“Make sure he doesn’t bite you.”

Suddenly that face made a whole lot more sense. Lucian held the puppy securely to ensure Kai wouldn’t be frightened, sniffling and giggling in between tears. “Y-You got him for me even though you don’t even l-like dogs…”

Nodding, Kai fidgeted with his pajamas anxiously and avoided any sort of contact with the creature. It was clear he was still extremely hesitant to get too close, afraid that it would hurt him somehow. That in itself made Lucian’s heart strings pull harder than ever. Kai was scared. And yet, he did this because he knew it would make Lucian happy. If that wasn’t love, he didn't know what was.

“Do…you wanna pet him?”

Kai peered at the little thing in his arms. It squirmed, rolling on its back and showing off its tummy in Lucian’s lap. Inching a bit closer, his gold eyes burn into him like a hawk. It remained in the same position. He lowered his hand down and rubbed his belly for a moment before hurriedly pulling away, wiggling in a mixture of excitement and fear.

Examining his boyfriend’s movements, Lucian understood it would take some more time for him to grow accustomed to it. “There you go! How was that?”

“It’s warm and fuzzy…”

“You wanna name him?”

Kai completely forgot that dogs receive names from their owners. Now that the pressure was placed on him, however, he couldn’t turn down the offer.

“Okay…how about…미소?

“Mi…so? Miso’s a cute name! …What does it mean?”

Recalling the expression he made whenever he first saw the canine, Kai couldn’t help but laugh to himself. “Smile. It means smile.”

[angelbluediary]

Oh my god. I am so drained. What an exhausting, emotionally combative day.

Today I drove M to the city for his doctor’s appointment since our parents are both working again. We left at 12:30. During the appointment I saw messages from Anne and she’s upset with me for my latest disappearance. Says she needed me and that I hurt her by not being there when she could have used my support.

(She could have texted or called and I would have seen those but regardless).

There are 2 people in this world I consider myself very close to. My brother. And Anne. And only because Anne has always understood and dealt easily with my need to up and vanish sometimes. It’s not like I’m ignoring her—though to be perfectly honest, sometimes I need to for my mental health—I just can’t interact with the world. I get totally burnt out on everything and everyone and I retreat so deeply into myself. We have joked before that I’m like a feral neighborhood cat who you’re excited to see pop up but never expect to come back at a certain time. That freedom; that permission feels like love to me. And she revoked it because I didn’t think to message her back on discord when I was in a depressive spiral.

And to be fair, yeah, it was a long lasting one. I shut everyone out. I don’t expect everyone to be cool with it. I’ll never hound someone to be good with it, to forgive me, to keep letting me back in. This is who I am now. This is what I need now. Does it sound like I’m making excuses? I am trying to be accountable for behavior patterns I have no hope of changing anytime soon or even want to.

Anyway. All this just to say, I have lost a vital safe space today but I’m trying not to make it about me because when you’re the avoidant friend, the depressed friend who “always does this/she’s just like that,” how can it not be your fault, right? That’s what I think I should feel, at least. That this is my fault. That I should take accountability. So I’m trying to, without folding over and making myself a door mat, and without begging for forgiveness and friendship.

But the truth is that I’m hurt now. It’s always been fine before. And something ugly in me, that age-old jealousy, rears its head in defense, because don’t you have a million and one support systems? Aren’t you surrounded by friends and family and a lover? Aren’t you living on your own in a nice big house fully decorated to your liking? Isn’t money a non-issue for you? Don’t you have all these fun life experiences and go out to incredible events all the time, isn’t your life steadily moving forward and rewarding you at every turn with the fruits of your labor??

I’ve counted on 2 people I can turn to for years and I’m not afraid to snuff out one of those stars. I would rather feel alone than ever feel guilty in someone else’s presence again.

I don’t want to talk to her now and it’s so much worse than before when I simply felt self conscious about going MIA.

Anyway.

Back home after 6. Before I’m even given a chance to sit and unwind, to sip some water and just breathe, my mom wants to talk about money.

On Monday, I’d picked up Walmart groceries that my parents placed on their credit card. The morning of, they canceled a few items they didn’t have in stock. I went out again on Tuesday to get those items—dinner food for everyone. I picked up cookie dough. I added up the amount for family items, subtracted the cookie dough, then subtracted more. It was around $20, I Venmo requested $11 from my dad.

And my parents did not like that.

It was seen as me being entitled, ungrateful, selfish. The conversation between my mom and I quickly got heated, as per usual, because she just comes out the gate twisting the knife. And then denied that she ever compares me to my siblings when she literally just had in the previous moment but the exact words had dissolved almost instantly, I always struggle to take in what’s being said in the moment once I’m in a place of deep hurt, and then she looks at me like I’m stupid when I can’t quote her right then and there.

She kept pointing out that they give me everything they can and I don’t have to pay rent or food or for pads or essential things I absolutely need. She even presented a theoretical situation about me doing all this for a friend who was down on their luck and wouldn’t I be offended if they requested $11 from me for some groceries?

I had to swallow my anger and say “yes.” I knew I had to defuse and pivot. But all I wanted to do was scream “I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND. I AM YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU PROMISED ME REPEATEDLY THAT I COULD REST HERE AND BE TAKEN CARE OF AND I HAVE NOTHING TO MY NAME.”

They do not see the things I do, things that my siblings do NOT do, as anything special. Sacrificing whole days to my siblings’ needs, to my parents’, cooking, cleaning, performing all these tasks that I take genuine pride in because I feel like it makes me USEFUL AND NOT HATED HERE and then it all turns out to be for nothing!!!! They simply expect it of me because I was born first!!!!!!!!!

Oh what the fuck I just typed so much and it fucking deleted it out of nowhere . FUCK.

I should note that the conversation with my mom ended okay. She kept reaffirming that she loves me, how special I am to her, that knowing I don’t have money changes the situation in her eyes (it hurts that she automatically assumed I feel entitled to their cash). Hugs and kisses. But the whole time I was standing in front of her, I made a solemn vow with myself to not accept their handouts anymore. I cannot fucking stand anyone lording anything over me. R and his family. My family. I hate being dependent on others. Being pulled every which way, never being able to measure up. I feel torn apart. I feel empty. Every time, EVERY TIME I get comfortable here and start feeling like I can take a little more, like my siblings do, it comes back to bite me. When I stop thinking about what I owe to others and how carefully I must hold myself in check —

If I am not a burden, why would she keep dangling the terms of them letting me move back in over my head?

I have to get out. I have to support myself and rely on no one else. I have to be so secure I’m not fighting to make it month to month but can see to the horizon of my future, can see at least how I’ll get through the year realistically. I can’t take this. I need to be so far away. From everyone. Let no one look at me. Let no one touch me. If it weren’t for the lack of rent money and the everyday screaming and commotion in my coastal 1 bedroom, that would have been the happiest time of my entire life. Still certainly the freest. And I ache for it again.

Since it is M’s birthday I cannot lay here and brood all evening. His bf will be here soon with his mom and we’ll all eat dinner and cut cake and open presents and celebrate. My mom will try to stand close to me, maybe put her arm around me. I often think I should mature in those moments right then and there, get over all my bubbling bitterness, because one day I’ll long for those touches and these moments. But there’s so much hurt in me. I feel like I’m drowning in it. I can pretend it’s not there and sometimes even forget about it but it never goes away or gets better. I’m choking: I’m drowning. Again and again like all these wounds are fresh.

[libidomechanica]

From thence, which is conduct neither sounds his hair — (they)

Slips the while my shade, when Ioue wize     with souls resolved, I do not giggle, but walked to your eyes     or slow, who fain to feele my heart or talking, to which     doth not, she would loved of all, I repine? Here, you were due     to no other kind, and

novice in the end again, and     my bless itself in at they shook always petal by petal     myself over us like a tocsin bell: she did     not care, forget some and purple floors never husbands and     purge the feasting bird whose

excess, alas! Narrow teeth, hand     drippings; and their nation, but restaurants to buy, aboon distrust     she is sole obiects such suspicion as might her side,     Eyes like Ormisda called around my heartbreak, so name I     am inside that euening

through this large. From thence, which is     conduct neither sounds his hair—they wandering for     clarification, but thy love never heart that she must tell her     white and fell ere the streetlight, but faire loue all impatient     grove her dread Jove think that

mocks the shirt since now answere, and     irked, into his ardent without, how much on the girdle     bout high and succeed in this however. Feel safe then—i     hold how should feed until by and purling stores of all women,     on the evening, she

sunk by floundering oar, and greedy     pikes all, I replied, let Heaven’s King keeps her heau’nly     grace, with flow; the beil’, whereto approved the rest. Yet very     word or a poisoned jerkin from me in a bed of     roses thus the just now;

and in hand, as hands found him o’er     to the more lofty aiks them sole unbidden beauty’s treate     not words by this thundering laugh, to poor Dudu, yet very     light end in his own neck alone will die—I built with     a dying I throw myself

or face doth make in upon     ways and it’s not mean enough for ioy doe sing, the walls, and     nobleness, in Tempe or to Time’s half so large. More that     smiles; but if theyr name in her for they their birth requires it,     that I were clawing our

approaching me do not long I     served succour vain; love taught. The crickets stirr’d or talk. Like a     sing, turning too hot the shifting galleries from thy self     prove regard once; at once possesse with my deepest sense he     next she doth reason why,

all silent as the somber my     mother will cling teach to treat the nuptial course. You know ye:     and sad affrights dreary, I would it mean destroies. And trees     or slight giuing laugh atweene the heathen, have a dreadful sight,     after all, lay in disguise,

and tea. Landscape the charm to     other kind; exciting some talk’d till itself, burn through certain,     and take a steedes long parent could little her ear,     the flames to show? Prayed her hearts doo chace from chimneys, slipped by     thy far-reaching that sorrow

is my heart with thy seruants     simple layes, they give reward. At least not his Hell. ’Tis     decorate, when the mavis sang out, cajoled by all above!     Your neighborhood kids who spin a yarn about therefore the     longer floors of my love.

[martintmedina]

2022 A Year in Review

Another lap around the sun and a great year officially in the books.

Every year I try and summarize my thoughts on the last year and it seems like every year I get more shit done as I evolve and grow as a person. It’s crazy to see the progression from getting to college til now in my career, I’ve been steadily putting this work in for years and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Before breaking down the year need to say a major THANK YOU! I appreciate all the support over the years and every single person in my life is a blessing. This year was a really big comeback year for me, the pandemic in 2020 and that post pandemic 2021 was really weird, I feel like the isolation got to everyone and then getting back to normal was a strange transition but this year we’re all the way back.

Started the year off solid and kept it going all year working hard and running up the bag. Really glad this year was a solid year of uninterupted work and I worked harder than ever to make more money than ever. Really needed it after I lost my job and learned so many lessons from going back to being broke but as an adult. We’re all the way back and stronger after that time though. It made me a beast and really proved I can step up and work my ass off. I worked nonstop through SOBEWFF, MMW, etc all going hard week after week with no vacations I really was locked in and focused on that bag. Focused on leveling up and getting better as I keep continuously improving and growing as a person and a professional. Personally and professionally this year was great and an amazing opportunity to grow.

Even while spending time working I was able to enjoy my time at work seeing homies working, enjoying some good music, and creating some images to capture incredible moments.

Work was great did some good work for SOBEWFF, then Music Week was fantastic and the first year of F1 MIA was also a huge success. Really pushed myself to be the most professional I can be and always deliver above and beyond for clients.

Rolling Loud once again was amazing to work with the whole team over at The Flowery again. We cooked up some great content and I’m excited to work on some new stuff for the new year. We did some cool little projects throughout the year and I’m really blessed to continue to learn and grow as a creative and a professional and grateful for everyone who helps me push myself as a professional to get better every day.

Shortly after I finally got my own spot. Those that have known me for a while know I’ve been working to get my own crib to be closer to work for a long time. It’s still a work in progress but I’m really liking how everything is coming out so far. Huge shoutout to my brother Andrew for hooking it up with the jersey and Allison for the art. Still got some more decorating to do but those pieces are at the centerpiece of the office. I’m very happy with how everything is looking, even though I’ve got a few upgrades to make but it’s getting more homey by the day. It’s definitely been an adjustment moving there but by now I’m really settled into the new space and it’s really coming together nicely. It’s a new crib in a new neighborhood but really getting used to living here and enjoying the space. Close to fam and close to work it’s really a blessing to have my own space. Been saying it’s essentially my live in office which is totally true it’s like basically my office with a kitchen and my bedroom which is just for sleeping. I’m excited for my office to grow up to take more space in the apartment too I’ve still got a bunch more equipment to get and want to get some storage for gear and some more stuff to make my work better and easier.

Back on the work front, Basel was a smash. Wasn’t super wild but was very smooth and still ran it up and tons of the pics went viral. Really locked in on the grind and dialed in on my workflow. Professionally feel like the year has been a big level up for me, my work and confidence in my work has gone up tremendously. I truly believe nobody can do what I do how I do it and I showed that during Basel. Then I enjoyed some much needed family time and closed the year out great with the fam and working up until the end on NYE.

Gotta give a huge shoutout to the whole team really on go all year my brothers stepped up. Appreciate all the clients we work with trusting us. Appreciate all my peers who constantly show me respect and spread love even while we all dealing with some bs.

Speaking of teams…

ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDO! Finally! The World Cup was wonderful and I enjoyed watching the games, getting up early, catching games after work and watching some great games with the homies. The Cup was absolutely nuts but glad the home team came out on top.

IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE OF MY THOUGHTS ON THAT READ HERE

On the personal front, really crushed it in the gym shoutout to my brother Derek we went hard but next year we’re going even harder believe that! Still getting warmed up and dialed in so as I keep figuring it out I’m continuing to keep leveling up the gains are going to keep coming. Really happy with the measurable progress I’ve made too especially as a vegan have managed to gain muscle mass, increase strength, and lose a bit of fat. Continuing to dial in especially on my diet but every day I’m making progress and really seeing the changes in front of my eyes.

This year I was very mindful to stay fully focused and present in everything I do. I have tried to improve my focus and it’s still an ongoing battle but I’m getting better every day at really locking in on the task at hand and giving it my best with my undivided attention. It’s easy to get caught up in a million things especially with how connected all our devices are these days.

I want to continue to work on improving my focus and reducing distractions which in turn helps me waste time on my phone less and frees up time for productive activities. Need to get back to my roots and connect with new people and spend time in the streets all over the world.

Very happy overall life is good in the hood and the progress is trending in the right direction. I’m ready for more!

The one thing I didn’t do much of, cause I was locked in working, was I didn’t do as much travel as I wanted. Despite the lack of travel in 2022, I’ve been working on planning some cool trips for 2023 with a couple lined up in the first few months. Also hoping that new opportunities to travel for work also manifest themselves in the future. Would love to string some gigs together for an extended trip and take this tour on the road. I love challenging myself and pushing my comfort zone and I hope to do more of that in the future both personally and professionally.

As always here’s a playlist of songs I really enjoyed:

Locked in and focused! Let’s love more! Spread good energy!

See you in 2023

marty

check out the other editions of my yearly recap:

https://martintmedina.com/yearinreview

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Our Christmas Eve day ends up being a highly focused Christmas preparation event. So I leave the house around 9, maybe later, whilst Kimmer embarks on baking and cooking.

Not just baking and cooking for tomorrow, though. She makes samples as she goes. Samples we get to eat on the fly across the day.

Nine-thirty I'm at the Alderwood 16 buying tickets for Wonka, the movie we're gonna see as a family tomorrow, Christmas Day, at 12:30.

Ten o'clock it's Trader Joe's. Ten-thirty it's the Neighborhood Walmart. Back home by 11:30. I tag out. Kimmer tags in. And now she's out 'n about shopping.

Me, I'm in the house wrapping presents for family friends who're coming over Christmas night, I'm doing a bit of house cleaning with guests in mind, and I'm hanging the final string of outdoor lights (the non-blinky kind) from the front door to the end of the west side of the house.

I think I prolly did the lights first 'cause Kimmer didn't want me up a ladder without her being there as well.

Not sure why. 🤨🤔

So I get the lights done, Kimmer goes out, Kimmer gets back, she tags out and I tag in to go out and get the cat food both of us forgot to buy our first time out. After that, I'm on the hunt for a single pint of whole milk Linzy wants for the Land 'o Lakes hot chocolate mix she brought. She actually shows up at our place right as I'm about to leave to get the cat food... then she goes into the house to help Kimmer by decorating the tree with her choice of ornaments and ribbon stashed in three big crates of Christmas ornaments we collected through the years from Kimmer's original collection she brought into our marriage, to ones we bought together, to a separate collection we got from a friend of ours, to ones Kimmer made when we lived at the apartment.

There's a lot of opportunities, a lot of ways to go decorating our tree from scratch, is my point.

By the time I'm back, that tree is good and done.

And gorgeous.

It really is a helluva thing Linzy did.

Her own little Christmas miracle, as far as I'm concerned. ☺️☺️☺️

So now it's passed five and we're all back in the house together. Linzy decides it's time for a coupla pre-Christmas gifts. In this case, gift bags filled with specialty mugs and Land 'o Lakes hot chocolate. Mint for me. Trader Joe's chocolate butter cups for Kimmer, which, I now realize isn't so much hot chocolate as it is straight-up chocolate.

I definitely indulge before Linzy leaves for the day. And I thank her profusely becsuse Land 'o Lakes is a family Christmas classic.

Our favorite flavor?

Raspberry.

Reminds us of Kimmer's dad.

After that, Kimmer continues her holiday baking and cooking as Linzy 'n I work on the garlands and, in some cases, the lights that go with the garlands. By the time we're done, the inside of our home looks a lovely kind of festive.

And it's Christmas in our home again.

At some point in there, probably between seven and eight, Linzy slips away for a Christmas party as Kimmer continues baking and cooking and I continue wrapping presents. By this point, I'm wrapping the presents I scored for Kimmer.

I also take a moment to write a few thoughts in the Christmas card I'm giving her Christmas morning.

By nine-thirty we're ready to go and out the door to St. Mark's in Seattle where we experience the fanfare of Christmas, the candlelight of Christmas, the carols of Christmas, and a message that hits home at Christmas.

These midnight services never wrap at midnight, of course, and this one's no different. By the time we're rolling out of the parking lot, listening to the smooth tones of Nat King Cole gently singing "O Little Town of Bethlehem", it's just passed 12:30 Christmas morning, which puts us back at the house around 1AM.

Christmas morning.

By the time we're in bed together courting sugar plums...

215AM.

Christmas morning.

Back in the day, back when I was a kid, that technicality of "Christmas" morning would have me all kinds of excited. As an adult, after a full day of transforming and preparing our home for Christmas...

Finally slipping into bed seems the proper reward for a job well done.

Merry Christmas!

☺️☺️☺️

[insidiousflame]

8/15/2023

I used to be the center of my own universe. I bought things to decorate my surroundings with the kind of life I wanted. The fantasy that I wanted to live in, even if other people wouldn't necessarily see them.

I appreciated the outdoors. I roamed my neighborhood with music in my ears, recognizing the energies around me and experiencing it alone.

I wrote stories. Fantasies. Even if there wasn't anyone to really read them.

I dressed myself and made plans to do things just to experience some sort of fun and fulfillment in myself, for myself. I dressed myself into the person I wanted to be. The kind of main character I wanted to play.

Other people were lucky to witness me. To discover me. And I needed no one's approval. My life, was mine to shape. Even if I was in my own head most of the time. It was more magical. Whimsical and interesting. I used inspiration from my favorite forms of media to help carve out my life, personality, appearance to my liking.

Even when i was judged for it, I didn't let that stop me. Maybe I started to get a little self-concious, but for the most part, I let me be me. The unique, magical, beautiful and exciting girl. The girl who embraced the dark and found the beauty in it. Who walked life with a certain curiosity and didn't mind making other people question. She wanted them to question. "Who is she?" To be drawn to her. To feel something different in her and want to explore into her mysterious world.

Oh...to traverse life like that again. To live in the young ignorance. To obsess over new things. To passionatly live for what you love rather than in survival mode that continues to slap you back into the cold, uncertain reality of life.

I always daydreamed about my future. About love. What my story would be. Imagining how everything would line up as if I were in a movie. Never quite so worried about running out of time. Desperate for a fairytale.

I don't think I ever doubted my ability to make friends like I do now. I don't think I ever worried about not relating to them or not being likeable. If anything I felt like I was one of the most cool and interesting people out there. Everyone should want to be my friend. And if they don't, I don't want to be their friend either.

Why should I concern myself with people who will never be right for me? Why do I worry about appearing likeable to them? Who says I have to please them? Why do I need to make sure I am a pleasant experience to everyone, as if that gives me the permission to exist around them.

It's because I am in a constant state of survival now. To be liked means better chances of survival. Of comfort. Safety.

But safety from what? From their negative impressions? They will talk to others and convince them to dislike me too? That, that will single-handedly stop me from recieving....opportunities or....something? What do I think is going to happen if someone sees me dressed differently or against their personal tastes? They will think "Wow she's crazy. What a weirdo. Why does she look like that? She looks ridiculous. Really? At a place like this?" and then what. Nothing. And anyone who sees me and thinks of me that way, is NOT someone I want in my life. I should repel them.

Honestly most the time when i DO dress up I get compliments from people. There are many people who love my sense of style. But I don't even do it for them. I do it to feel good with myself. I don't get dressed thinking "omg everyone else is going to love how I look and are going to compliment me." I think, "wow I look SO COOL. I feel so good in this." And that's the point.

But in my head, when I step out into public...every person I see, I decide the dialogue in their head. Even the people I haven't seen yet, I anticipate the things they will be thinking when they see me. I anticipate their need to stare at me. And then I become hyper aware of their eyes. Their expressions. Trying my best to appear like I don't care or notice them.

i remember when I used to go out, and while I did do those things, it wasn't really in a negative way. It was more of "I bet people are gonna think I'm so pretty and cool. I turn heads. Maybe sometimes it's shock, but also intrigue." I could, once again, play that main character that graces the average day to day. I could do my mundane things while feeling ethereal. Feeling empowered.

These days, I'm not sure how I want to live out the rest of my life. I don't have my school life to work around. I don't have a bunch of friends who want to hang out and do cool things with me. I don't even have frequent opportunities to be around people who are like me or do what I want to do. A lot of the things back then were very cosplay/anime centric and I don't even feel the same interest as I did then.

Maybe theres something else I can just put my time and thoughts into. Maybe get back into more spiritual and magical things again. But that still doesn't help me in terms of going out and meeting people. I think subtly I keep hoping to find someone just like me. Someone who loves magic, dark things/horror as well as anime. But isn't WEIRD about it. But at the same time when it came to Maya and Evie, I loved that they had special unique interests that was big only to them. Even if i couldn't relate, I loved it about them. Although, I couldn't really get as close as I wanted to them either.

I guess I just want to find another me. But there isn't one. Obviously I wouldnt want them TOTALLY like me otherwise we'd be competing. lol This is why sarah was great though. We were so much alike but still had specific things that we were passionate about that didn't totally align, but still could enjoy together and appreciate too. Our own lanes we could conquer separately.

I just need something....different. Different from the convention scene. From the idol scene. A place where I can form bonds and adventure into new territories and excitement with good people. Sigh.