#Thank you Kaily for the idea !!!

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🌸 Review written for @k-fic-collection 🌸

I like anything Kaili writes and this is no exception!!

I appreciate that there’s not a serious amount of angst to it, since it’s short there wouldn’t be enough time to build that up, I don’t think. They are pretty apathetic to each other but I love how they connected at the end! The “making dreams come true” idea was so fun since that’s the figurative expectation of marriages but they literally did that instead 😂😂

Truly enjoyed!!! Thank you Kaili!

hypnos

hypnos, the personification of sleep in greek myth. according to legend, he was promised the hand in marriage of hera's daughter, pasithea, in exchange for a favor...

pairing: vernon chwe x f reader

summary: most nights your husband sleeps peacefully beside you, but lately his dreams have made him restless.

warnings: swearing, arranged marriage, mommy issues, angst, alcohol, family planning discussions (no actual pregnancy!), smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: slight somno (wet dreams), handjob, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, sub!vernon ok kind of switch!vernon, mentions of pegging

word count: 4k

for @fuckvernon (happy birthday rat)

You have long sworn that the worst day of your life was the day you got married. Tears rolling down your otherwise impassive face as you stared at your equally expressionless fiance from across the altar. A stranger, practically, save for a few cordial business-like meetings between the two of your families. 

You don’t remember what it felt like to kiss him that day, only the taste of salt from your own tears shared between you. 

Now, your husband sleeps soundly beside you in the bed that you share. It was one of the stipulations of your marriage contract, one that he had insisted on. You didn’t question it at the time but you’ve always wondered why he was so adamant about it. You did have a lot of staff working around the house during the day but they always went home before either of you turned in for the night. It wasn’t like you had to keep up appearances then. 

You’ve gotten used to it, at least. Sharing a bed with a stranger wasn’t as difficult now that he wasn’t a stranger anymore. A year had passed since the day you were wed— though it felt like thirty— and while you weren’t lovers, you were partners. Somewhat. 

You understood each other, connected by the inseverable thread of your fates. Trapped together by your circumstances. It was simultaneously comforting and undeniably lonely. 

The worst was when you would come back from events where you had to play up your relationship. Spending the evening arm in arm or holding hands, pretending to be devoted spouses to each other, only to drop the act as soon as you were back in the car. 

You weren’t sure if Vernon felt the same way. He was so hard to read. The only time you were sure you knew exactly what he was feeling was on your wedding day, when he pulled you aside beforehand and whispered, “I’m sorry,” in your ear. 

You knew he hadn’t wanted this either. It wasn’t fair to hold any of it against him, and yet a small part of you did. 

You’ve clung to that resentment like a life preserver, afraid to let go and drown in feelings that threaten to overtake you. Resentment you can control. It protects you from what you can’t, like the growing fondness for your husband you’ve been trying to push down for a while now. 

You tried your best to be indifferent to him, neither antagonistic nor overly amicable but the nagging thoughts in the back of your mind have been getting harder to ignore. 

Tonight was the most challenging night yet. A charity dinner for one of your mother’s philanthropic endeavors, one she insisted ‘required your attendance’ despite your protests. You showed up as promised, only to be yanked into a dozen different conversations with your parents' friends. 

Vernon was a good sport, as always. He was a natural at these things. His effortless charm had all of the ladies in your mother’s church group hanging on to his every word, all of their husbands laughing at his corny jokes. You tried your best to participate to take some of the pressure off of him and get your parents off your back but you mostly stuck to nursing your flute of champagne while he did the talking. You didn’t even like champagne. 

The food was decent, at least, though you hardly got to enjoy any of it before your mother was pulling you into yet another discussion with a group of women from the board. 

You chatted with them cordially, talking in circles about nothing until one of the board members dropped the reason they had actually dragged you over there. 

“So, when are these two going to make you a grandmother?” she asked your mother, even though the question was obviously directed at you.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment but Vernon squeezed your hand in reassurance. You prepared yourself to give the typical we’re not in a rush answer you always gave but your husband beat you to the punch. 

“We’ve actually started trying,” he said casually, slipping the hand that wasn’t holding yours into the pocket of his slacks.

Your mother’s eyes lit up and her friends gasped in delight. Interesting reactions considering your husband had all but just told everyone he was hitting it raw every single night.

You had to act like this wasn’t also news to you and smile and nod very calmly even though you suddenly felt very sweaty all over. 

“That’s wonderful!” another one of the women exclaimed. “You must be so excited,” she said to your mother. 

“This is news to me, too,” she laughed. You were surprised that she was admitting to the lack of knowledge but maybe it was because Vernon would also know she was lying. “But yes, this is very exciting.” 

She then reached forward and plucked your half-finished flute of champagne from your hands, chiding you that “you should know better”. 

“Mom, I’m not pregnant now,” you groaned. 

“You never know!”

But you did know. There was absolutely no way you were pregnant unless you were some kind of scientific mirable or the second coming of Mary herself.

Children had never been part of the marriage contract, thankfully. Both sets of your parents knew what the contract was- a business deal and nothing more. They were gracious enough not to burden you further with the requirement of an “heir”. You and Vernon both knew it was an unspoken expectation but neither of you were intent on fulfilling it, at least that’s what you thought. 

The rest of the evening was spent talking about babies. One of the board members even recommended you to her OBGYN and made you write down her number. Vernon engaged animatedly with all of it, perfectly sliding into his new role of dad-to-be while you could hardly muster up the strength to fake a smile. 

He was quiet on the ride home, driving silently down the highway with both hands on the wheel, not so much as looking at you. He didn’t offer any explanation for the curve ball he’d pitched right at the back of your head other than, “it’ll get them off our backs”. 

You had so many more questions you wanted to ask. Had he changed his mind about the kids thing? Did he want to take your relationship... there? You had only kissed him a handful of times, always in the presence of other people in order to sell your marriage. Behind closed doors, your romance was nonexistent. You shared a bed because that was outlined in the contract you signed but that was it. 

Whether or not you wanted more from him was irrelevant. 

Vernon was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow but you were still up, thinking over every interaction from the night. You usually didn’t let yourself read into things because you were trying to keep yourself from falling down delusional rabbit holes but after tonight you couldn’t stop yourself from overanalyzing all of the things you always did your best to overlook. 

You tried to distract yourself with a book you were reading but you couldn’t get a paragraph in before the words began to blur together on the page as your thoughts consumed you again. 

You gave up half an hour ago and are now just staring at the ceiling, tracing the shadows created by the shade of the lamp on your bedside table with your gaze. 

You heave a sigh and roll over to turn it off, only to be stopped by the sound of your husband stirring beside you. You freeze, afraid your movement disturbed him, but when you glance over your shoulder you find that he’s still asleep. 

You wait a few more seconds before reaching for the light again, just to make sure he’s well and truly out, but this time he mumbles something out loud, causing you to turn over the other way to see if he’s trying to get your attention. 

His eyes are closed but his breathing is ragged and uneven. He must be dreaming, you realize. This happens sometimes, when he’s especially tired or stressed out. He’ll talk in his sleep or toss and turn like he can’t get comfortable even though he’s totally unconscious. He always seems so distressed by them that you’ve assumed the dreams are nightmares. 

You get torn over whether or not to wake him when they happen. The few times you have intervened he seemed grateful that you had but sometimes the dreams seem to stop on their own. His breathing will go back to normal, the crinkle between his brows will smooth out, and you’ll both sleep through the rest of the night peacefully. 

You’re equally indecisive now. He shouldn’t have to suffer like that just because you’re too scared to wake him up, though, so you resolve to just bite the bullet and nudge him awake. 

You suck in a breath and reach for your husband across the mattress, stopping short when he whimpers your name. 

You’re frozen again but for an entirely different reason now. His sleeptalking wasn’t usually anything comprehensible, let alone your name. You stay like that for a few seconds, waiting to see if he’d say it again or if you had maybe misheard him. 

To your surprise, he does say it again, this time followed by, “fuck”. Figures you’d be in his nightmares too. 

“Vernon,” you hiss, jostling his shoulder. 

“Hm?”

“Vernon, wake up.”

Your husband groans and blinks slowly, squinting in an attempt to make out your features. 

“What is it?”

“You were having a bad dream,” you explain. 

“Oh, th-thanks.” 

“Are you okay? It seemed pretty intense.”

“I’m okay,” he assures you, swallowing harshly. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t. I haven’t been able to fall asleep.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Do you want some water or something?” you ask, taking in his appearance. Now that he’s alert and awake you can see just how disheveled he looks. He’s still panting hard and his cheeks are flushed and his bangs are sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat. He looks like you do at the end of a pilates class, not like a man who had just woken up. 

“No, I’m alright, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Silence lapses between you, then your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“What was it about?”

“What? What was what about?”

You stare at him. “Your nightmare.”

“It wasn’t a-anything important,” he stutters.

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

Vernon blinks. “What do you mean? What did I say?”

“You, um, called my name. A couple of times.”

He takes a moment to process what you’ve said and then sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I know it isn’t your fault.” He looks pained. “I just wanted to know why you were having a nightmare about me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Vernon.”

“I wasn’t!” he insists. 

“Lying to my mother’s friends might be second nature to you by now but you know that won’t work on me.” 

“I’m not lying. It wasn’t a nightmare.”

“You expect me to believe that? You’re still all sweaty.”

“You just have to trust me,” he pleads. 

“Why won’t you tell me what I was doing in your dream? I promise I won’t be upset.” Well, now you’re the one lying but he’s being so cagey about it that you feel like you have to get to the bottom of whatever it is that he’s hiding. 

“You’ll look at me differently,” he groans.

“No, I won’t.”

“You will.”

“You’re really not going to tell me?” He doesn’t answer. “Fine.”

“Hold on, what are you doing? Where are you going?” he asks, watching as you sit up and grab your pillow from behind you.

“I’m going to sleep in the guest room,” you mutter.

You’d be breaking that stupid fucking clause in your contract if you did but you didn’t care. You’d pay whatever the fine was, you just couldn’t stand to be in the same bed as him for another moment.

“Wait, don’t get up-” Vernon tries but it’s too late. 

You had gotten up anyway and pulled the covers back in the process, revealing the real reason your husband wouldn’t tell you what he was dreaming about. 

“Oh,” is what you say. It’s all you can say. 

He tries to cover himself with his hands but you’ve already seen. 

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. 

“So it was that kind of dream...” you muse, mostly to yourself. 

He nods miserably. “Yeah... it was.”

“Are they always?”

“Are you really going to make me answer that?”

You drop your pillow back onto the bed and sit at its edge. Vernon peeks up at you, shying away when you lean closer. 

“Will you tell me what it was about now?”

He balks. “What? You still want to know?”

“Wouldn’t you?”  

“You’re going to think I’m a huge pervert,” he sighs. “If you don’t already.”

“Come on, you owe this to me.”

Even the tips of his ears are pink now. “It was... you know, it was about normal husband and wife stuff.”

“What is normal husband and wife stuff?”

Vernon whines. “You know what it is.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” 

“I don’t want to disrespect you like that.”

“Why would that disrespect me? I’m your wife aren’t I?”

He gulps. “You... really want to know?”

“I do.”

“You were... touching me.”

“Touching you how? Like this?” You lay your hand over his, the warmth of your palm making him shiver. 

“N-no.”

“Show me,” you murmur.

“Are you sure?”

“Only if you want to.”

He places his other hand over yours and guides it to his lap, pressing firm over the material of his pajama pants. You’re surprised to feel that the fabric is a little damp, already soaked through with precum. 

Vernon’s breath hitches as you stroke him experimentally over his pants. He’s bigger than you expected, thicker at least. You were always... curious about that. Thought about it one too many times late at night after your husband had gone to bed early. And you still tried to delude yourself about being indifferent towards him. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispers. 

“Is this what you were dreaming about?” you ask. 

“Sort of.”

“What do you mean?”

“It started like this.”

“And then what happened?”

He whimpers in embarrassment again but you don’t let up, gripping him even harder. “We were kissing.”

“And?”

“And you started taking your clothes off.”

You let go of your husband’s cock and take hold of the hem of your sleep shirt, preparing to lift it over your head. 

“Wait, can I do it?”

“Is that how it went in your dream?”

“N-no...”

“Maybe next time, then.”

Vernon’s eyes grow even wider. “There’s going to be a next time?”

You almost scoff at him. As if you were ever going to let go of him now that you had him. 

He watches, mesmerized, as you take off your shirt and wiggle out of your shorts. You leave your underwear on, though, not wanting to expose yourself completely while he is still fully dressed. 

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot,” he whines. “It’s so unfair- don’t laugh!”

You purse your lips together to try and stifle said laughter. “Sorry, sorry. I just didn’t expect you to be like this.”

“Like what?”

So pathetic, is what immediately comes to mind.

“So cute,” is what you actually say to him. 

He pouts. “I’m not usually this... needy,” he insists. 

You have trouble believing that but you don’t argue. Only time will tell, you suppose.

“Can I touch you?” he asks before you can say anything in response. 

He’s been staring at your tits since you took your shirt off. You’re tempted to tease him a little more but you’re also just as desperate to feel him so you nod.

He scrambles to his knees and leans forward, nearly falling flat on his face in the process. You expect him to go right for your boobs but he touches your shoulders first. He’s gentle, running his thumbs across your collarbones and then up the column of your neck before finally tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Then he moves lower, tracing invisible lines down your chest to your nipples, gasping quietly when he finds that they’re hard under his palms. 

“Vernon?”

His head snaps up to look at you. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

You’ll never forget what it feels like to kiss him after tonight. He puts one hand on the back of your head and pulls you into him, kissing you with all of the desire and longing and painful anticipation he’s held on to for so many months. 

You catch his bottom lip between your teeth and tug, relishing in the gasp he lets out in return. You only draw back when he starts to mumble incoherently into your mouth, and it’s reluctant. You want to keep kissing him, but you also figure what he’s saying might be important. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he rasps. “So long.”

“I know,” you sigh. “All those dreams...”

“It’s not just the dreams.” You want to ask him to elaborate but he’s rambling again before you can. “Can I eat you out? Please, can I taste you, baby?”

He’s never called you that behind closed doors before. It takes you aback. “I-”

“Please? Let me make it up to you. Let me make it all up to you, I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Okay,” you agree meekly. 

“Here, lay down. Yeah, lay down just like that.”

He’s frantic for it, hurrying to get between your legs as you spread them for him. He helps you get your panties off and starts to kiss his way up your thighs, the heat of his lips searing and fervent. He stops just before he reaches your pussy and lifts his gaze to meet your eyes. 

“You’re sure?” he asks. 

 You nod. “I’m sure.”

Just like when he kissed you, he’s gentle at first as he laves his tongue over you. He takes his time, showing more restraint than you were expecting while he explores you.

“Taste so sweet,” he mumbles and the vibrations from his voice make you moan and thread your fingers through his hair so that you can push his face even further into you. He goes until he has to come up for air, and when he does, he’s literally dripping with you. “Spent so many nights thinking about the way you’d taste,” he gasps, “telling myself I’d never get to find out.”

“Is it as good as you hoped?” you ask. 

“You have to let me do this to you every night,” he says before burying his tongue in you again. 

It’s not an answer, not really, but you can tell he’s already a little pussydrunk and therefore a little stupid. He’s been grinding against the mattress the entire time he’s been giving you head, working himself up just as much as you. But you don’t want him to cum until he’s fucked you so you tug at his hair to get his attention. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just want you to fuck me.”

“For real?”

“Yes, for real. Is that not part of your dreams?”

“It-it is.”

“Come on, then.”

You watch him start to unbutton his pajama shirt, trying to commit every frame of him to memory so that you could replay the scene in your mind whenever you missed him. Once his shirt’s off, he reaches for the waistband of his pants but stops suddenly as something dawns on him. 

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“None?”

“Listen, it’s not like either of us have been getting laid.”

It’s true. Even though your marriage up until this point had only been on paper, you and Vernon had both agreed to include an infidelity clause in your contracts. You weren’t allowed to sleep with anyone but your husband which had made you think you’d either be celibate for the rest of your life or only add a notch to your bedpost when your families finally wore you both down about kids.

“You can just pull out,” you tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, my best friend says she and her husband do that all the time.”

“Well, now I can never look at Jeon Wonwoo the same ever again so thanks for that.”

“Vernon,” you whine, “are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Right, sorry.”

Your husband climbs on top of you, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he lines himself up. 

“You’re sure you’re okay with me pulling out? I can get condoms first thing in the morning and-”

“I’m sure,” you assure him. “I trust you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and pushes inside of you. “Fuck, I lo-” 

He catches himself, eyes wide. You can’t even say anything because he starts fucking you before you can process what he almost said, purposefully distracting you. He’s using his dick against you which is frankly unfair. 

But you can’t be too mad about it either because it feels so fucking good. It’s also intense, though. His cock is a lot bigger than your fingers and it’s been a long time since anything but those had been inside of you so need a little longer to adjust to the stretch. 

“Slow, slower,” you plead.

He slows down immediately and lowers himself to kiss you. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it feels good, you’re just really goddamn thick and I need a minute.”

Vernon laughs, which does nothing to help your predicament. “Take all the time you need.”

When you finally do get used to the feeling, and you finally convince Vernon that you’ve recovered (you have to repeat yourself four times), it’s like you’ve broken a spell. Your husband turns into your lover in the blink of an eye. 

“God damn it, you’re perfect. How is everything about you so perfect,” he murmurs. “Perfect fucking wife... wasted so much time...” You want to tell him that you can make up for it now, that you have years- your whole lives to make up for it, but the words won’t come. “Shit I’m close, are you close?”

You nod, trying your best to verbalize a response. What you end up saying is nonsensical but Vernon seems to understand it because he keeps going, keeps hitting that spot that’s making you gush all over him until you’re tearing up and sobbing out his name as you cum around him. 

He holds on just long enough to fuck you through your orgasm before he pulls out and gives in to his own, cumming all over your tummy with little to no aim. The sight is so pretty you think you could cum again untouched just from watching him. 

He collapses beside you in a breathless heap. “I’m s-sorry I should’ve asked where you wanted it.”

“I don’t think I could’ve given you an answer anyway.”

“And I’m sorry that was so short, I usually last longer-”

“Stop apologizing! It was amazing.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll clean you up,” he promises, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just give me a second.”

You lie there in silence together for a few moments as you wait to regain feeling in your fingers and toes. You have so much to talk about now, but all you can manage to ask is, “so, is that is how all your dreams go?”

Vernon snorts and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“I told you, I’m curious!”

“S-sometimes you’re the one fucking me,” he admits shakily. 

“Like, I’m the one on top?”

Vernon winces. “Not exactly...”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“We can make that happen.”

He lights up. “Really? That’s something you’d be into?”

“I’m into anything you’re into.”

“God, you really are perfect.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!! and happy (belated) birthday <3 i hope you loved this lil present

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Talder + side profile conversations flirting ♥

[husbandhoshi]

lily i’m wonwoo emotional support boob anon from like. a month ago (this turned out a lot longer than i anticipated i am So sorry) but i have a question because i’ve been following you since probably. ur first week of having this blog and i remember that you said you’d been on tumblr before but i don’t remember if you’d been writing on tumblr during that period? because i am kind of the same. i had a blog way back when i stanned an american boyband 🫣 and i was a writer and i loved it and i was part of like. The network of that fandom’s writers on tumblr and it was so much!!!! fun and i loved it and then i deactivated my blog when i stopped stanning them and stopped writing and only started another blog a few months ago and i really want to start writing again and i Have been but nothing is really doing it for me? i have all these ideas and so much desire to write that it makes my fingertips itch but i just don’t know what to write. and it feels very disorienting and i rly look up to you and jackie and mads and mo and kaili and livvie and adi the whole caratblr squad and collectively your talents and your works have been such a huge part of me wanting to write (and post!!!!!) again but i just don’t know where to start i feel like i could rip my hair out. i don’t actually remember what i was going to ask now that i’ve typed all this out at *checks watch* 5am but i guess this is a thank you of some description idk i love and i appreciate you a lot

genuinely this is such a lovely thing to read and thank u for telling me 🥺🥺🥺 it rlly means a lot and i’m <333 feelin so loved and flattered i could be a part of ur life like that! and ofc i remember you!

as for advice/how i got started i was kind of in a similar boat! i had a tumblr many many years ago when i stanned a different group and then i just became inactive bc of life, but i kept the app. and then i started stanning svt and reading fic on here and that’s how i discovered all of these writing blogs! and then i decided to just take the plunge and make an account myself, and i published some things that i was working on :) i havent really written prior to making this blog so i’m still new, but there are a lot of other more experienced folks on here who might be more helpful!

and if you don’t know where to start that’s totally ok! i’m sure people would be happy to send in requests or things like that to jog ur creativity. or maybe writing little imagines or something will be a good place to start :) or bullet point fics, which are fun to read and write too! there’s no right or wrong answer but all of us are super nice and would love to help if you needed anything 💖

[genevievemd]

When do Natalie and Bryce marry, how long before/after their daughter is born?

If they have a big wedding is gen the matron of honour ( I'm calculating that she is married by then acc to your answered asks)

Is Lizzie the flower girl??

What was Bryce and Natalie's biggest fight ever?

How does Natalie fit in with Bryce's surgical buddies

If you are someone whose 80% social life comes from work it is advised to date someone in your own field so they understand the job. How does Natalie handle his long hours?

How do they talk to each other about work.

Since gen's mother calls Natalie her adopted daughter/favourite child does Bryce hunt down gen's mother for her blessing? Do they also call Bryce and Natalies daughter their second grand daughter?

When she is pregnant does gen's mother play the mom role? Yk when her mom is not around? Like giving advice sending baby clothes.

What are Natalie's quirks or bad habits that Bryce had to get used to and vice versa

Oh we are not even done yet Ethan X gen questions on the next ask! I still have questions about Bryce and Natalie!! Like I said I ship em and I better be the vice captain!

oooo I’m ready lets do this. Also you’ll have to fight @gryffindordaughterofathena for the co-captain spot 😂

When do Natalie and Bryce marry, how long before/after their daughter is born? They get engaged after two years of dating. They’re in the middle of wedding planning when Natalie finds out she’s pregnant. Their original wedding date is now Nat’s due date. They decide move the date to when Kaili will be a year old. 

If they have a big wedding is gen the matron of honour ( I'm calculating that she is married by then acc to your answered asks) They have a big wedding, and yes Gen is the matron of honor

Is Lizzie the flower girl?? She is not. She’s a toddler when they get married. And they have a child free wedding. 

What was Bryce and Natalie's biggest fight ever? He didn’t tell her the entire story about his parents, Gen accidentally let slip thinking Bryce had told Nat. Natalie spents the night at E and G’s place, and B shows up the next morning looking like a hot mess. 

How does Natalie fit in with Bryce's surgical buddies She gets along great. Nat is the type of person that can be friends with just about anyone. 

If you are someone whose 80% social life comes from work it is advised to date someone in your own field so they understand the job. How does Natalie handle his long hours? Surprisingly well. She’s a bit of an independent, so it doesn’t bother her. 

How do they talk to each other about work. Like any normal couple with different jobs does. She tells him about all her crazy clients at the salon or any wild story she heard. He tells her about his surgery’s in a way she’d understand. They talked a lot in the early stages of their relationship, and Bryce explained a lot of things to her. She understands like 70% of what he talks about. 

Since gen's mother calls Natalie her adopted daughter/favourite child does Bryce hunt down gen's mother for her blessing? Do they also call Bryce and Natalies daughter their second grand daughter? Yes. Natalie’s parents are very absent and she stopped having a relationship with them when she was 18. They never wanted kids and made that very clear to Natalie. She actually moved in with Gen and her family during their senior year of high school. So Marie (Gen’s mom) and Robert (Gen’s dad) are more parents to Natalie than her own.  Bryce has a fairly good relationship with Gen’s parents, having been friends for years now. And Marie is the type to take in all of her children’s friends as if they are their own children. So, they loved Bryce and he asked them for their blessing, knowing Natalie basically their other daughter.  And yes Kaili is their other grandchild. They buy her birthday/christmas presents  and she calls them grandma and grandpa. 

When she is pregnant does gen's mother play the mom role? Yk when her mom is not around? Like giving advice sending baby clothes. As I said before, Nat has no relationship with her real mom and so yes, Marie is Natalie's go to for advice and what not. She happily takes on the role of grandma to Nat’s kid.

What are Natalie's quirks or bad habits that Bryce had to get used to and vice versa I’ll get back to you on this one. I have no idea right now. 

Thanks for these! I shall now head over to the other ask and answer those. 

[scandalousfemale]

Ch. 6 Running Up That Hill

Chinese!OC x Kelce

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Zombies were meant for apocalyptic movies and tv shows where one could binge watch for a day and return to their mundane life. But something happened, a lab test went wrong and suddenly the outbreak started. This story takes place exactly three weeks after zombies slowly started to take over the planet.

Series Master List

WC:2,750

Warnings: If you know this song then you already know what this chapter is about...Major character death, grief, shooting, biting, stabbing, mentions of a blade slicing skin, mentions of blood, and zombies

A/N: Thank you for your patience and for continuing to read this. My son got sick this week and so did my dad so life is hard right now. I do promise that this series will continue to be uploaded, hopefully weekly and if not then at least you can rest easy knowing that it will uploaded eventually since most of the outlines have already been planned/written out. Also, I must apologize in advance for this chapter. I loved him, too.

If you had asked Kaili how October 28th, 2024 began, she probably couldn’t even tell you. In the morning, it seemed like everyone was arguing about something that, looking back at it now, didn’t even matter. She did know that they should’ve left before while the chunk of people was still leaving. Having only three other neighbors, who didn’t patrol, wasn’t something they thought about. Taking for granted all the times’ someone else was walking up and down the street, keeping them safe without them realizing it. 

The electricity and water had turned off the night before, she remembered that. They should’ve left immediately after the shutdown but how were they supposed to know that a group of zombies was headed their way? They couldn’t have. So, one can’t blame Wheezie for throwing the tantrum that she did when Sarah told her that she wasn’t old enough to go off to get groceries with the older kids and that she wasn’t old enough to flirt with Topper. And maybe they should’ve known better when Wheezie continued to stomp through the house, going into the front yard, and having a screaming match with Rafe about something else only to resort to her running in through the back, leaving the fence and sliding door open. No, one really could not blame her for how the other kids woke up to a blood-curdling scream that came from Wheezie when she was downstairs. Only to have them rush in and see a shell of a man, his ribs exposed, and his jaw unhinged, on top of Wheezie. Kaili didn’t see much of that interaction, distracted by the sounds of moaning, coming from the backyard. Her head snapped at the noise, seeing about a half dozen zombies following the sound of the sobbing girl.

Rafe was the first to run to Wheezie’s aid, without hesitation he was there to fight the undead man off his younger sister. Rafe would’ve done anything to protect Wheezie and so he did, as he tussled on the ground with the green-ish monster snapping his teeth at him. After the others ran to the back entrance, trying to fight the zombies back, Kaili ran over to Wheezie. The little girl was still almost paralyzed on the floor near her brother, she kept staring at the scene as tears rolled down her face. Kaili pulled the younger girl up on her feet, holding her face in her hands as she scanned her. The girl kept looking through her to Rafe. 

“Are you okay?” Kaili asked, shaking the smaller girl by her shoulders, trying to get her to snap back to reality. She wasn’t even sure if she was yelling or not, unable to control the volume of her voice when everything around them sounded like it was played on the max volume on a speaker.

“Yes, but--,” Wheezie tried to explain but Kaili didn’t give her a chance. There wasn’t time.

She pushed the little girl to Pope, who was standing by them, “get to the bus. We’ll meet you there,” Kaili paused to look at the scene behind them, “hopefully.”

“But— but you. Everything,” Pope blubbered and she understood what he meant, everything they were building up. The first aid kits, the food, the effort they put into this place to make it their home, was destroyed. They were about to lose everything. Her brain ran a hundred miles an hour but she couldn’t bring herself send anyone up to gather supplies when they were being outnumbered here.

“There’s no time. There’s no time.” She kept repeating until it clicked in his head and all Pope did was just nod and pulled the girl towards the door as he eliminated the threat in front of them.

“Sarah!” Wheezie screeched for her sister when four zombies grabbed at Pope.

Finally, the two were able to recruit Topper, John B, Sarah, and Kiara to create a way for them to even leave the house. The zombies weren’t overwhelming in number and maybe they could’ve all gotten out alive if they weren’t taken by surprise. When Kaili saw Rafe by the front door, fighting a batch of zombies by himself, she pulled two blades from her thighs so fast that the action caused the sharp end to slice her skin. Not even thinking about her open wound, she ran over to her friend, stabbing a snarling creature that would’ve hurt him from behind. Rafe’s breathing was ragged, he had sweat glistening on his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin. Kaili noticed that while the other group of kids was gone, they had left Rafe off to fend for himself. A mistake that should’ve never been made.

Kelce and JJ slowly made their way from the back door to the other two by the front door. Moving objects to trap zombies in random rooms but somehow the size of the herd doesn’t seem to be dwindling. The group of four stood with their backs to each other, trusting that the other will be there to protect them and at one point, Kaili had accepted that if this is how she was going to go then she was in good company.

“JJ!” Rafe’s voice boomed as he kicked a zombie in the gut and hacked his head off with Kaili’s machete, “go get the bus, tell them to come around. The only way out of this is to make a run for it.” The older boy ordered and without a second thought, JJ was running. He didn’t ask for anyone else to go with him, he just ran through the front door, ducking and taking out the creatures by their knees. Kaili tried to do the mental math in her head and maybe Rafe was right. If the bus had come around to the front of the house, then they all would be able to out of here but they also didn’t know how many zombies were waiting for them outside and how much more was coming.

“If we can get them all in the house,” Kaili rasped as she stabbed a zombie in the forehead, “we can shut the doors and have better luck getting to the bus.” 

The boys immediately agreed. Kelce was the brave fool who pushed down the dining table and rushed it against the hallway before the front door. Making as much noise as possible. Kaili saw that the zombies were more erratic when it came to her because they smelled the blood that was dripping down her cut. When she made sure that both boys were out, she wiped her hands against her wound and smeared the blood all over the walls of the hallway, just briefly jumping out the front door before one of them caught her. Kelce pressed his body against the front door. Telling the other two to run over around the back to they can shut the door to the fence.

Kaili should’ve known it was a bad idea since the scent of her blood would’ve traveled with her, especially now that she had it on her hands but she didn’t think about it. So when they reached the backyard wooden fence, instead of the zombies trying to fit themselves into the house to follow the scent, half of them were coming back to the unsteady wood that Rafe and Kaili were pressing up against to try to get to her. Using all her strength to press her body up against the fence, she started looking side to side to see if there’s anything she could pull up to keep the door shut for when they start running but she couldn’t find anything. Rafe’s breathing became more shallow next to her and his eyes suddenly looking bloodshot.

“You good over there, Cameron?” Kaili inquired, worried that he was about to pass out on her. 

Rafe didn’t say much, he just leaned his body against the fence, using his weight to help keep it shut. Hearing the bus starting to turn around the corner, Rafe stared into Kaili’s eyes as if he wanted to tell her something and she couldn’t guess what was so important that he needed a heart to heart right now. Of course, it should’ve been obvious. He pulled his body away, instead, he leaned against the fence with his arms stretched out in front of him. His eyes never once leaving hers. 

The younger girl remembered everything after that moment. She remembered it clearly, seeing the bite on his arm. Kaili’s heart was beating in her ears as the deafening sound of a sob escaped her mouth but no tears were falling. She didn’t cry right away but her body’s knee jerk reaction was her chest feeling like it caved upon itself. 

She found herself grabbing onto Rafe’s waist as she repeated a plea, a prayer in her mother tongue, anything that she could think of. Her tears staining his top. The taller boy seemed to have it together a lot more than she did at the time because he only used one hand to pull her against him. Their bodies jerking from the zombies pushing against the gate to get to the sound of the human and a half. He squeezed her tightly, trying to stop *her from hyperventilating when it was *him that was a ticking time bomb.

“Get yourself together, Kaili.” His voice broke against her forehead before she pulled herself away from him, trying to catch her breath if the pressure in her chest would ever relieve itself.

“How?” the girl could only breathe out her question. Trying to go back to a moment where she might’ve left him open and how stupid it was that amid a battle no one had thought to defend him, but Rafe just shook his head.

“I fucked up, pushing the zombie off Wheezie, somehow that fucker took a chunk of my skin with him,” the boy said through his teeth then, more surely, “but if it was between me or her. I’m glad it’s me.”

“I love you. I’m sorry I love you,” was all Kaili could say as she shook her head. Somehow feeling that he was only dying because of the powers that be wanted to punish her for loving anyone when the world was collapsing. She found happiness with this group and she was being hurt for it. So, as she looked at him, she kept apologizing for loving him, whether or not Rafe had grasped her words.

Kelce, who found a way to secure the front door, ran to the gate to help the other two. And if Kaili had looked at Kelce right then, she’d have seen the confused look on his face as he watched his best friend touch his girl’s face while she looked to be in distress. The bus finally stopping beside them on the street, Kelce went up to them with the sole purpose to get everyone out of there and back to safety, which Kaili would’ve found admirable. Again, if she had seen Kelce coming towards them. But she didn’t. Kaili only saw Rafe and how the vessels around the bite began to turn blue and then purple as they traveled up his arm. Kelce squeezed behind Kaili and used his weight to support the gate that was threatening to break back open as the zombies started hearing noises.

When Kaili came to, she couldn’t focus on the scene. She knew that Kelce pushed her towards the bus saying something, maybe thinking she’d run off and they would meet up with her later but the girl just stood there. She watched as Rafe leaned over and said something that broke Kelce. Something that made Kelce look at him, even as his body jerked back. Kelce’s jaw set as he ground his teeth and he held back the fence with more conviction.

“Fucking do it! Take my belt, man. You need all the weapons you can get,” Rafe yelled angrily at his best friend, his voice almost drowned out by the snarls but Kelce didn’t make a move. Kaili took a step towards the boys, knowing that there wasn’t much time left to waste as Rafe’s arm and neck turned more and more purple. His pale skin doing nothing to help how grisly the sight looked.

“Go,” Kelce grunted at Kaili, not even looking back at his girl.

“Are you insane?” Rafe snapped at Kelce as if he was growing out a second head. His face contorted to one of disgust.

“You’re my brother. We started this together, we go together.” Kelce said as if his life was just that simple to give up. Kaili narrowed her eyes at his words. Giving his life up that easily in front of someone who was fighting for it almost seemed disrespectful instead of heroic.

“Kelce,” Kaili grabbed his arm, willing the boy away from the fence, knowing that there was nothing left to do at this point, but he wouldn’t budge.

Rafe shook his head at his friend and then turned his reddening eyes to the girl behind them. “Kaili,” he’s begging now, he sounded so tired, “take my weapons belt and the stubborn asshole and...take care of my family, okay?” He asked softly and she knew that he meant she was family, too.

She nodded, numbly. As her arm wrapped around his waist, pulling the belt off the opposite side and slinging it back over her shoulder. Kelce sniffling beside her, shaking his head as he bangs on the fence. He looked as if he was ready to run back in there and kill every last one of them or maybe just open the fence and let them kill him, too. but then he looked back at the bus and then at Rafe as if something snapped within him, he collected himself. 

Rafe kept eye contact with Kaili, “remember what we talked about, okay? I know it’s like a pussy way out but I think— I’m scared of getting ripped apart alive. So give you guys a head start a little and like just shoot me, okay?” And what else could she say? Kaili nodded through the tears that finally came.

“Of course,” as she had mentioned before, when it came down to something like this, she would give him anything that he’d ask her for. She promised him a better death than Wei. She needed to give him something better. 

“I think I kind of deserve, at least, an 8 out of 10 for this one” Rafe chuckled through his tears, trying to lighten the mood or hide his feelings, as always. as Kelce yelled out a “fuck,” and grabbed Rafe from behind his neck, pulling their foreheads to the other.

“I love you, man.”

“I love you,” Rafe rasped. Kelce turned to grab Kaili and began pulling her away but before they were back on the bus Kaili, called back “Rafe! It’s a ten on this one.”

Rafe’s tired bloodshot eyes almost shined with his smile. One that’ll haunt her forever. “Fucking finally.”

Running back onto the bus, Kelce told Topper to drive but the man wouldn’t go. As they got into a whispered argument, Kaili didn’t waste her time, running to the middle of the bus and pushing a stool up towards the hatch that opened to the sniper Rafe helped set up a couple of weeks ago. Hearing Sarah, as she rushed out of the bedroom at the end of the bus asking for Rafe because Wheezie claimed he had been bitten, Kaili climbed through the opening and grabbed the cold metal in her shaking hands. She wiped at her tears, as she looking through the scope, knowing that every second longer that she took was one more that he had to suffer. Finding him through the scope, she saw Rafe gritting his teeth, panic in his eyes as he grows weaker. His body began doing small convulsions and Kaili knew that it was now or never because holding the gate was getting harder for him. He nodded to Kaili’s figure on the bus as if to beg and plead with her to do it now. And so she did, seeing his body hit the ground and the zombies push open the gate, treating him like nothing. She stayed there, her head hung as tears streamed down her cheeks until the echo of the gunshot was the only thing ringing through the air.

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[chweshh]

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[hazinhoodies]

Mal En Point (Teaser)

KOH!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: wow look at that amazing moodboard made by @wazzupmrstark thank you so much Kaili!! Hi so this is my next series :) hopefully, it goes well and you like it. I don't know when the first full part will come out (its written already but still). PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF ME TALKING BAD ABOUT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! I will always tag these as mepseries so please block it if you don’t want to see it

Word count: 326 (its a teaser for a reason)

Warnings: shit talking the catholic church, poor word choice

Summary: Heaven fucking sucks

How could anyone stand it in heaven? Everything is so white and bright, it’s blinding. Though maybe there was a reason for that. Nonetheless, it was exhausting. You were tired of faking smiles every morning, pretending like you weren’t drowning in the overbearing politeness from everyone. It didn’t seem real. None of it did.

It made you sick.

Heaven was definitely not where you should be. It all felt like a fever dream. You were sent to the wrong place. Must have been. Well. You weren’t. You were a good person. You don’t like lying, didn’t enjoy seeing people overly upset, they were ideas that over time you had learned to love.

You couldn’t help but think that everyone in heaven was just weak. They trip and burst into tears as if it’s the end of the world and they’ll die any second from hardly a scratch on their elbow. It takes less than an hour for any injury fully heal and you wouldn’t even have a scar. But Hell?

Hell seemed wonderful.

Demons who were cold blooded despite the blazing heat that surrounded them. Where people wouldn’t cry about everything. Even just the fact that everything wasn’t fucking white. You’d only seen it in renaissance paintings from Earth while you went through school. Even still.

The idea was enticing.

You’d heard the stories. Everyone had. Stories of the king of hell, who was so powerful that if he decided to destroy heaven one day, he could do so before breakfast. You heard the clergy talk about it. Fearful that he may decide to do so one day. The thought excited you. A change in environment, change in people. Suddenly, what everyone else feared, became your daydream. Merely the thought of the dark colours, black and reds, made your heart jump and your lips curve into a smile.

It was then that you promised that one day, someday, it would happen.

You would fall from heaven.

some people who i think would like this (or who I've sent it to before, or who are mututals): @hollandroos @summernykole @converseskyline @petalparker @starksparker @hazsterfield @hazspancakes @dtftomholland @h-osterfield 

[sunkissedpages]

Breaking Curfew is off to an amazing start and brings such happy memories to me! Truly can’t wait what’s to come, Kaili! Was just wondering if you have any idea when you’re posting the first chapter. (I’m really really really excited for your series and haven’t felt like this in a while) — 🌻

words can’t even describe how much this means to me!! thank you so much for the kind words 💕 as for the first chapter i want to set the posting schedule for either mondays or tuesdays. i haven’t had much time to work on bc so it probably won’t be tomorrow... but i’ll keep you updated xx

[mendespideys]

y’all are crazy?? i cannot believe i’m at 2k already… i am so incredibly grateful to each and every one of you. thank you so much for your support, kind words, and encouragement. the fact that you guys read the stuff i write and like the things i post means so much to me 🧡

although (as a lot of you probably know) i suck at following through on celebrations, we’re still celebrating this huge milestone! here are some things we’re doing:

request blurbs! here are some prompt lists to request from, but remember to specify which one and who you want it with: 5 senses, dialogue prompts, AU prompts, secret relationship

send me this ( 🌿) + a person and a concept for a moodboard. for instance, peter parker + best friends. if you want a moodboard for one of your fics, i can do that too - just send me a link to it!

confessions

send me mcu/mcu cast concepts and thoughts!

come talk to me about tom/peter/harrison, etc.

fmk with mcu/mcu cast + harrison/holland brothers (except paddy obvs)

send me this ( 🌻) for a blog compliment!

fic recs! send me your work or someone elses and tell me why you love it. i want to find more talented writers on here

i got the banner idea from the celebration that @wazzupmrstark​ did a while ago & you should totally check out kaili’s blog bc she’s awesome

tagging some mutuals and other amazing people: @harleykeenermcu​ @spideymood​ @toms-gf​ @upsidedownparker​ @sunshinehollandd​ @hollandharrison​ @glitterquadricorn​ @softspideyboy​ @peterrparkers​ @honeymoonparker​

[4onlyethan]

This is chapter TWO of a multi chapter book. This is probably shit but it’s ok.

The Beginning To The End

We walked to the table that the waitress assigned us. "This is fancy" I said looking around. "Anything for you, babe" Gray replied. I chuckled at his cute response and the waitress came back. "Hi, my name is Kaili, and I will be serving you tonight," she said. "What can I get you to start off?" she winked, directing her question to Grayson. She was being a little too friendly for my liking. "Um.. yeah! I would like a sparkling water" I said, breaking the awkward silence. "Sure thing! And for the handsome young man" she asked. Gray gave her a slight smirk, like he enjoyed the attention. "I'll just have a water" he smiled. Kaili jotted down our order and left. "What was that about?" I asked. "What are you talking about?" he replied, furrowing his eyebrows. "Its- it's nothing," he stuttered. "Let's just focus on tonight, ok?" he added. "Ok" I agreed. "Alright, I have your sparkling water and.. your non- sparkling water" Kaili laughed. "Do you need more time or are you ready to order?" Kaili said. "We're ready," I replied. "I would like to have the Chicken Fettuccine with a side of broccoli" I said. "And I'll like to have the steak and lobster" Gray added. "Okay.. your order should be out soon. Would you want a refill on your drinks or are you guys good?" Kaili asked. "No thank you. That'll be it." It was quite awkward after Kaili left, but we seemed to mange the situation. "Babe, I've been meaning to ask you something for the past few days, and so I decided, since it's our anniversary I should tell you now." "Okay...". I was a bit scared of what would come out of his mouth next, but I didn't show any emotions. Gray got on one knee. GREY GOT ON ONE KNEE. "Elle Parker... you would make me the happiest man alive if you..." he pulled out a red velvet box and opened it. "A house key?" I interrupted. "Moved in with me?" He finished. The whole restaurant gasped. I smiled really wide and replied. "Yes!"

9:00 pm

After dinner, Gray took us back to his house, or shall I say our house, opened the door and I sat on the couch. I'm kind of disappointed that Grayson hasn't made a move yet considering that he just asked me to move in with him. I have never been a person to hide their emotions, and Grayson always seems to pay attention, so I wasn't completely surprised when he asked me what's wrong. "Gray... why haven't you done anything?" I mumbled. "What do you mean?" He replied. "Why haven't we been.. ya know.. sexually active?" I mumbled a little louder. "I don't understand what you are saying". "WHY HAVEN'T WE HAD SEX?! ITS BEEN, OH I DON'T KNOW, TWO YEARS. COME ON!" I yelled. "Woah. Don't get mad at me. You never said you wanted to do anything related to that topic" he calmly replied. "Well it's not like you've never thought about it" I responded. "I'm not saying I haven't" he answered. "Sure you have! It looks like you were at dinner tonight with KAILI!" I said angrily. "Not even!" he yelled back. "Like, I haven't seen you better at flirting!". "I was not flirting with Kaili at our anniversary dinner." he responded calmly, once again. "Ok! But now I'm giving you the green light to do something. Make a move Grayson." Gray rushes towers me, he grabs my face and stops himself. "Are you sure about this Elle?" I nod my head. "Yes". Without a hesitation, he kissed me. Gray is a big guy, all that pressure made me fall back. Grayson's hand finds its way under my shirt, unclenching my bra. Maybe I wasn't ready for this. Maybe this was a bad idea. It was too late for me to be having regrets about my decision now, Gray was already sucking on my boob. "Can y'all make any more noise? I'm trying to sleep" Ethan said coming out of his room. I quickly pull my shirt down and sit back down on the couch awkwardly. "Come on man. If you knew what we  were doing, why did you come out of your room?" Gray said. "Because I just wanted to make sure that this was really going to happen after 2 years" he smirked. Gray rolled his eyes at his response but he knew it was true. "Well I'm going to go to bed. Thanks Ethan for ruining our night" I said tapping his shoulder, on my way to Grayson's room. He laughed, "Like you aren't going to continue in a private space" he said. "Fuck off."

I laid down in the bed and Gray came in shortly after. "Well that was a fail" he said. "Yup..". "Do you want to try aga-" "I'm going to bed." I kissed him on his cheek and went to sleep.

[wyldwon]

Jonah Trussel - San Tan Valley, AZ March 17, 2021

It is with a heavy heart and a lump in my throat that I’m announcing effective April 4, 2021 Arizona Speedway and ET Motopark will cease operations. The Arizona State Land Department has decided that the facility and noise it produces does not fit into their neighboring development plan and no further negotiations will be had. As per agreement, we will continue with events for the next few weeks and concluded April 3rd with the last dance. ET Motopark has been part of the motorsports community for 20 years and Arizona Speedway has been part of that same community since April of 2011. We have held thousands of motocross practices and events, nearly 400 dirt track events, more than 100 mud bog and sand drag events and a long list of other events and functions that we are proud to be part of. Through the facility, we have met hundreds of thousands of fantastic people, fans, racers and now friends from all over the country. Our staff members and tremendously supportive sponsors, have been instrumental to our success. Along with them, our patrons, fans, racers, event partners which have became friends, sanctioning bodies and mx riders were key in taking us from dirt hills in the middle of the desert, to being able to become a large part of what will now be Arizona racing history.

The rest is more personal to me and I understand not the correct way to write a release. There are far too many people to thank and list individually, please don’t get offended if not mentioned. Mark Paludan, you have as much to do with the success of the facility as Steve and myself. Tim, Stacy, Danelle and Tyler Mecl, Steve and Lisa Soboski, Pete and Stacy Hernandez, Jerry Milanowski, Sandra Ellisor, Ronnie and Brenda Sanchez, Bill Huesman, Wes Koskela and Linda Carson, Gary Burt, Harry and Nancy Luge, Rick Setzer, Kurt Rainbolt, Tom Withers, Bruce and Kim Sipes, Dion and Jason Phillips, Harley and Stacy Coy, the Toops, Ray, CJ, Kiernan, Val, Rominger, Cathy, Conrad, David, Sherylene, Allison, Dan, Carl and all of DRP, Leroy, the Hooks, Carter, Steven, Riley your often volunteered service, friendship and long hours ongoing support helped either get us started or kept us going if joining later on and were instrumental in our success and I thank you for your dedication.

I looked all day for someone that still had a copy of our high school yearbooks. I was in there quoted saying, “I will run a race track and be making millions” by a certain age it was either 35 or 45. Well, 1 outta 2 isn’t bad and I did by a lottery ticket today so there’s still hope. More than anything yet mentioned, I am forever indebted to and thankful for my entire family. My wife Jamila, my kids Teagan and Ryker, my mother Sherry and my dad and partner Steve and my sister Kaily. For the countless unpaid hours and struggles I put all of you through, the backseats that you and your plans were forced to take so that the facility could continue to progress, for spending most every weekend working and making you work also and creating work that really didn’t need to be done as I just “had an idea”, for all the arguments, all of the times I had to answer just one more call, one more message, put on one more load of water or make one more pass in the blade while you waited in the truck or on me to come home, all the balls I didn’t throw to you, all my kid stories I didn’t focus on while you were telling me, all the things I didn’t teach but should have and all the trips we didn’t take and romantic things I didn’t make time for and all the times I treated you like employees instead of parents or my wife and sometimes kids. I apologize for all of it and all I missed on the list. I love you and I appreciate all of your sacrifice’s that selfishly allowed me to live my dream for so long and I will try my best to repay my debt to you and make up for time passed. I have been blessed with a great family and great friends, a great staff that have always been better than me, fantastic sponsors and 13 years of a business that has been full of ups and downs but it has been the absolute coolest damn thing I can think of doing for a living. We are leaving here blessed, fortunate and filled with gratitude for everyone that played a part in making this a hell of a ride.

Thank you to everyone for years of support from myself and my family and we will likely see you somewhere again in the future! We hope to see everyone at one, some, any and better yet all of the remaining events listed below.

Sincerely,

Jonah Trussel & Steve Coleman

Arizona Speedway and ET Motopark remaining schedule:

3/20 IMCA Modifieds, Sport Mods, Stock Cars, Bombers

3/21 Motocross

3/27 Mud Bogs and Sand Drags Finale

3/28 Motocross

4/3 Final Motocross

4/3 The Last Dance - Sprint Cars, Modifieds, Sport Mods, Stock Cars, Bombers

[sluttywonwoo]

I'm sick and tired of wack ass anons crossing boundaries and spitting their loser opinions in my friends faces.

Anons, you have NO IDEA what someone may be going through so to bring up sensitive topics that are EXPLICITLY STATED to not be brought up on a person's blog is quite literally incel behavior.

I'm not afraid of you fucking clowns so feel free to bring your shit to my page and leave my friends alone, none of them deserve this

Seriously, all of y'all can fuck off. Kaili is such an amazing person and for y'all to bash them for absolutely no reason other than you want to shove your trash opinions down someone's throat, get a life

jenna ��� this was so kind of you thank you for sending it

[yvonneyusa]

June’17 Photo Summary

// 8th // Meiling’s 23rd //

The “forever-busy” girl was finally free to meet for her birthday, honestly so hard to even catch a glimpse of her, guess that’s the tough life of an audit. Anyways, she requested to have Jap cuisine, so we went to Bugis to have Boru Boru. She went with the 48° Salmon Boru With Triple Egg while I got the simple Salmon Chirashi. I actually really loved the rice bowl, the portion is a lot smaller than Tanuki Raw if you’ve been there, but I think it was worth it for the price. They also sell desserts so a good choice not to be too full on rice and get some sweet treats after.

Anyway girl! Happy 23rd! Although you are always busy with work and returning home at odd hours, I am glad this is what you wanted and that you are enjoying it, continue to work hard and play hard and also don’t lost that passion! It’s been ten years and counting for us, and here’s to more crazy years ahead!

Hope you like the presents I got you – use them well!

^ hard to choose a picture to upload because not much turned out nice that day I have no idea why

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// 10th // Geylang’s Ramadan Bazaar with Dib //

I tweeted I really wanna go to the Geylang Bazaar and Dib replied saying we should go together so spontaneously we went  Can’t believe how I’ve been living in Sg for so long and its my first time going to the bazaar. We tried to go earlier to avoid the crowds but still not quite possible just because everyone are going there to queue for hipster food which is kinda annoying because I went there for proper good Malay food. But anyways, we went shopping for baju and I am so happy to get my baju kurong, although it was out of my budget, but I loved it, and I am going to wear it for 5 years just to make it worth the dollars. lol! We also had some hipster food like this “chiobu smoothie” – lol are you even kidding me with the name, (Chiobu means beautiful girl), and honestly it was just strawberry mango smoothie. The ondeh ondeh ice cream was pretty good though, except it was a bit too sweet with all the brown sugar sinking to the bottom. I’ve enjoyed the keropok and ramly burger too! Ah! I also loved the kurma milk (milk with dates)! So good!

snaps throughout the day

^ Smoothie – Icecream – Kurma milk

We did lots of walking, looking around, and just having random conversation and basically LOTS of laughing. Don’t I just love this girl so much! Honestly, since 2007 and till now, nothing has changed, except she has gotten way too pretty really, but we’ve been such close friends all the time. Always laugh so much when I am with her, 101% comfortable level with her. My precious gem

We did henna together! I opted for the Jagua henna – made from fruits and the ink stays longer, while Dibby got the usual henna which is made from plants.

Love the lights for Ramadan~~

Thanks Dibby – for going to the bazaar with me and enduring my craziness (but I could say the same about you too haha), and thanks for a wonderful time :’) Managed to really have a chill day, take my mind off everything that’s bothering me and just have a good whole day with you and gained lots of positive vibes from you. Not to mention those good hugs you gave!

^ How the henna looked like after washing it off and after a day. LOVE IT!!!!

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// 16th // MSL peeps //

After being back for SO long, me and my high school friends finally had a gathering! It was defo NOT easy trying to get almost 20 people to agree on a date to meet, but I am so glad everyone was really keen to meet and was very prompt at replying (though part of the reason I think could be because they probably doesn’t want to get scolded by me thus). And its also not easy given how more than half of us are working and some are traveling so you know. Decided to meet up at Marsiling since all of us stays there, we had our first round at the coffee shop eating and chatting (too loud) and then moved to Kaili’s place. Bring out all the alcohols and snacks lol! What do we talked about? We goes from talking about what we are up to recently, to relationships, talk about good old times we’ve had, and of course, all of our fav – GOSSIP.

Its good to see everyone moving on and forward with their life and how much we’ve grown over the years. And that we are still good friends after so long. I think our teachers would have been very proud of us cause I am! :’)

^ So here’s to more gathering, and stop asking me to organise it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

[mournus]

dualday​:

it wasn’t hard to adapt, it was something you learned to be good at when you had to cheat and he was forced to do so living as long. when people were suspicious, you had to win them over. some of his “older” friends used to sigh and say that his wit and wisdom both got wasted by his playful and reckless nature. yep, he still was known for being a little native at times when he was too excited and the longing to find out was stronger than any sense. he had no idea who or what the other was, all that he had was the silent hint of a dead soul that couldn’t care less. it was still all worth to him. 

‘thank you! so are you! mysterious but cute, a rare but great combination. much more refreshing than the people who come in too strongly.’ he furrowed his brows before realizing he was asked about his name. the smirk returned and he pointed to himself. ‘song taesun, nice to meet you!”

WHAT?! Out of all the things Taesun had said, calling Kaili mysterious and cute had to be the most startling! He had never been described in such a way. That blush returned. He hid his face by gulping down some more of his drink. How could he possibly respond?

“Um... thank you?” Nailed it. He sounded unsure because he was.

Hopefully the conversation could move swiftly on.

“Song Taesun... Korean name? I’ve been to Korea. Have you been to China?”

[choccymelk]

sorry this is so long!!

🌻rules: once you have been tagged, you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag. I was tagged by @seacoasts thanks b!! 🌻LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: no idea i never talk on the phone! [3] text message: my friend taylor [4] song you listened to: under the bridge by red hot chili peppers [5] time you cried: yesterday lol 🌻 HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: nope [7] been cheated on: nope [8] kissed someone and regretted it: nope [9] lost someone special: yes [10] been depressed: ahdjdjbxhs yes [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: i'm really lame no 🌻 LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS… [12] green [13] yellow [14] blue 🌻 IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yes [16] fallen out of love: no? idk?? [17] laughed until you cried: tons [18] found out someone was talking about you: aha yeah [19] met someone who changed you: yes!! they make me stronger [20] found out who your true friends are: mmm yes? i think? [21] kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope 🌻 GENERAL… [22] how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of em [23] do you have any pets: 3 doggos [24] do you want to change your name: maybe? my birth name is olivia but everyone calls me libby [25] what did you do for your last birthday: jus a party w my frens [26] what time did you wake up: 9 am [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping or contemplating life. can't remember [28] name something you cannot wait for: summer!!!! [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: 20 minutes ago [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i didn't overthink everything 🙃 [31] what are you listening to right now: nothin [32] have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes [33] something that is getting on your nerves: myself [34] most visited website: ummm youtube maybe? [35] elementary: i went to 3 different elementary schools. grand ol time [36] high school: it sucks. get me out of this hell hole [37] college: not there yet sweaty [38] hair colour: dirty blonde [39] long or short hair: short rn i wish it was longer [40] do you have a crush on someone: sort of [41] what do you like about yourself: uh [42] piercings: nope [43] blood type: tbh i hav no clue [44] nickname: libby [45] relationship status: single forever and i'm fine [46] zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav TV show: ouat, lost, the office, stranger things [49] tattoos: no but i really want one! [50] right or left handed: right 🌻 FIRST… [51] surgery: none [52] piercing: ears. they're closed in now [53] best friend: giana. we were friends for like 2 years but i moved in 2nd grade [54] sport: soccer [55] vacation: yikes idk probably south carolina [56] pair of trainers: um 🌻 RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing [59] I’m about to: sleep [60] listening to: nothing [61] waiting for: summer break [62] want: to diE [63] get married: iansjsbbdsb idk [64] career: im 14 leave me alone 🌻 WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: hugs [66] lips or eyes: eyes [67] shorter or taller: who cares [68] older or younger: older probs but idc [69] romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous ;) [70] nice arms or nice stomach: it doesn't matter to me but if i had to choose stomach [71] sensitive or loud: loud and proud [72] hook up or relationship: relationship ig [73] troublemaker or hesitant: both 🌻 HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger: nah [75] drank hard liquor: nah [76] lost glasses/contact lenses: yep [77] turned someone down: yes [78] sex on first date: no [79] broken someone’s heart: yes :/ [80] had your own heart broken: not really [81] been arrested: no [82] cried when someone died: i'm always crying [83] fallen for a friend: ye 🌻 DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself: no [85] miracles: no? [86] love at first sight: eh [87] santa claus: :) [88] kiss on the first date: whatever [89] angels: idk 🌻 OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: i have so many . i can't choose so : kailee , kaily, libby, kate, & sharon are my closest rn [91] eye colour: hazel/green [92] favourite movie: earth to echo (?) 🌻 I’M TAGGING.... not 25 people. i don't have friends :) @flowerybliss @sunsetsok @peachyimg @kankenhoney @pokehey

[a9saga]

hey does anyone know where i can find a clip of that part of drake and josh in the episode “josh is done” where drake gets paired up with clayton as his lab partner and then craig and eric go “clayton..” “pff, nerd”? i need it... for.... reasons.