#anyway. i'm...gonna wait for dinner to be done and i can eat that and then maybe i schedule some i do not exist time to myself where

[somewherewithouttaxes]

Well if u insist, can we get some brain rot romantic relationship headcanons of Gambit and Nightcrawler (separate) from X-Men 97??

Holy crap I don't know when you sent this in but I know it was an ungodly amount of time ago. I completely either didn't see it or looked at it and said "I'll do this later" and did, in fact, NOT do it later.

Geez, I'm so sorry. You get a free mozzarella stick for your multi-month wait.

You asked for brain rot, but I'm gonna give you both brain rot and sincere headcanons for both. I can't believe I haven't done headcanons for them on my own.

GAMBIT

serious

as much as I hate to admit it, he would keep you a secret for a while

if you know "Guilty as Sin?" vibes, that. He'll have that going on for at least the first month

you called him out on it, to which he didn't even realize he was doing it. He's so used to hiding his relations that it has become second nature to him. That, and he assumed it's what you wanted. He's still convinced that no one could ever tolerate/love a swamp rat such as he

if you don't communicate with this man, nothing will ever get done. I'm talking clearly worded contracts that have to be signed and notarized for every expectation in your relationship

will try so hard not to make things awkward surrounding Rogue, but that in itself makes it awkward

but he's trying

likes to track down physical copies of music you like

can and will cut/style your hair for you

for your first Valentine's Day, he would do all the most cheesy and cliche things a boyfriend could give/do for his person, just because he likes the novelty of it. He didn't have the type of teenagerhood where he could've been that cringey teenager type with Belladonna, so he's doing it now

that being said, when the second Valentine's and on comes around this man is locking. in.

he's setting up a private dinner for you two, either homemade or courtesy of a friend of a friend who owns a fine restaurant in the city

for fem!readers:

whether or not it's homemade depends on your mood/menstrual cycle

(he knows you get like 3x hornier when he home cooks for you, so if a holiday correlates with the right phase of your cycle he's gonna become gordon ramsay)

(but then that's also not to say he's squeamish about certain phases over the others. It's out of consideration for you and your self image)

anyway back to the show

brain rot

wants to be a sugar daddy so badly. He has sugar daddy blood in his veins. Too bad he has no more than $500 to his name

if someone invented a powder or something that could grant you material objects, he would snort it. And then he would use his snorted genie powder to wish you things into existence

he sugar daddy spoils you with physical affection, though

and food. The minute he doesn't jump up and launch into orbit at the request to make dinner with you, you know your relationship may actually be done for

if you don't like crayfish and/or shrimp, he'll stop eating it entirely for you. Because one time he ate shrimp a few minutes before kissing you and you tasted it and were uncomfortable. And it made him so sad to be the reason you were mildly uncomfortable

you tell him not to stop eating stuff he likes. Don't do that. That's silly (derogatory)

does he listen and/or care? No.

NIGHTCRAWLER

serious

would rather start World War 3 than say anything that's slightly not a compliment to/about you

Kurt is such a calm and generally peace-making guy, but the millisecond someone makes a derogatory comment about your body he will be in the trenches

if it's an enemy who's taunting/harassing you, that person will discover just how much of a weapon his tail can be

will change his diet for you without a second thought

cannot cut/style your hair for you if paid. Cannot if you and Rogue were being tied up and held at gunpoint. Cannot if you got on your knees and begged him with tears in your eyes. He can't do it.

he CAN shop for you, though

he picks up on what you like very quickly, especially if you're into fashion in any capacity

for Christmas and birthdays he always has two parts to his gift: one part something useful that you've proven you need, one part fun clothing that you've been dreamy-eyed staring at in the mall for weeks

scene: you're window shopping while walking down the sidewalk to a destination. You make a pit stop in one of your favorite clothing stores (for the aesthetic, but you could never buy anything). You ogle a few pieces and point them out to him. When you reach one that has you particularly entranced and smiling, he looks at the price tag. You basically slap it out of his hand and say "it's $75!"

"not it isn't."

you check again. "Yes, it is!"

"no it isn't."

and he buys it for you

if he has to/chooses to return to Germany for a trip or something, and you ask to go with him, he can and will whip out the ring he bought months ago and get down on one knee RIGHT THERE

brain rot

is one of those boyfriends to be like "this one's for you" when shooting a hoop and completely miss

you once had a can of La Croix because it was free and only stupid people don't consume free food/drink. He tasted it. And then considered whether or not breaking up with you was worth it

you introduced him to Oreos and now he's an Oreo fiend

had to have a few team members help him act out how to meet your parents in the days leading up to his first dinner with them because babygirl was so nervous

then ended up bamfing into the kitchen with fear and scaring your mom at the skillet. Rice and chicken went flying

if you live on Genosha with him (or went to the party with Magneto and Gang), he actually almost passed out when he saw your party outfit. Like eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell

caught himself though

then wanted to do some rated R things to you in said outfit, but didn't want to risk ruining your whole thing

Again, I'm so sorry for however long a wait that was. Please un-blacklist me if you're really serious like that. I don't know. There are all types of species of people on this god forsaken app.

please like, reblog, comment, all the things :)

[k2ntoss]

hihi, it me, back again with more jason brain rot, this time brought to you by this random Instagram reel i saw while having dinner lol

anyway, just imagine this with Jay?? like, warm cozy domestic hugs and kisses in the middle of the kitchen?? simple domestic bliss?? absolute dreammmmmm 😭😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3nuMFVMRhe/?igsh=MXhqMWdtYTQxbDNqMw==

-🦊

ps. hope you're doing well lovely, miss you <3

i crave and need fluff bc i love me a little sweet jason !!!!!!!!!!! (i'm single and i want a nice relationship) i can't see the reel now BUUUUUT i'm gonna do my magic and be a simp and this could be a second fluffy part to that drabble with subby jason having to skip patrol after getting good head from his gf hehehe you can read thar here

sometimes having your girlfriend to call sick for you so you can take a rest earns you three well deserved days to sleep late and have comforting hours without having to worry about patching wounds or chasing after criminals.

so after a night of being completely unable to move from bed because of how dizzy his head was, he's clumsily going out of the bedroom looking for you, rubbing his eyes to try and push his tiredness away because he didn't liked the feeling of waking up after you, when you had already left the bed and he isn't able to pull you closer and kiss you right away.

it's funny to see him like that, while you wait on the living room drinking a cup of coffee for him to wake up you're able to see him walk out of the room still half asleep but he looks just too cute. jason is a 6ft tall guy, big as a wall and rough but there he was, dragging his feet, his hair all fluffy and the black hoodie he wore to sleep looking messy; you can see him walk to the kitchen and he grunts softly when he sees nobody there but as soon as he turns around he spots you.

you know what jason is about to trap you under his body but damned be his long legs because you're not able to properly set your cup aside when jason is letting his weight fall over you like a tired cat "wait, baby... the coffee" you say between giggles but it's too late when your boyfriend is cuddling himself into your arms, hugging your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck "good morning, jay"

"g' morning, princess..." he mutters, voice is still hoarse but sweet as he greets you "why were you out of bed?" jason asks, kissing softly a small trail in your neck as you wrap one of your legs around his waist.

"were you looking for me, love? i thought about making breakfast for you before you woke up..." you say softly, trying to move and lean a bit to leave your cup on the table but failing when he just cuddles more into your chest making you chuckle softly "you looked so pretty sleeping i couldn't wake you up... are you still tired, red?" and that nickname makes him grin goofily, he loves the way it sounds when you call him that and even more as you keep babying him with soft pecks on his forehead.

"i feel like i could sleep for a month... but only if you're there with me" jason's voice is a low rumble, his words sending shivers through her spine and that mixed with how sweet it was knowing that he wanted you by his side even when his last months as the red hood had been so tiring.

"want to make breakfast with me and then we go eat on bed? we could watch a movie, does that sound good?" you ask him, reaching to cup jason's face between your hands and pressing a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly accepts with a soft purr leaving his throat.

he nods and you can swear he's never looked so calm before, so well rested and it was just what he needed more than anything. jason was sure he had done a lot of harm and there would be days when he didn't feel like deserving you but right now, having his sweet girlfriend to look at him like he hung up the moon and stars makes him feel worthy of love and care, even the big bad red hood deserved to be babied after all.

"then let's go, big guy" you say, starting to squirm in a failed attempt to slide from under jason's body and he chuckles at it before moving with you on his arms, picking your body up and walking to the kitchen as he lets soft kisses fall to your cheeks and neck before putting you back down.

and the morning goes like that, jason wishes he could get more of this. the way you walk around the kitchen as he tries to help, pouting softly when you don't let him do everything because he has to rest, he loves the warmth he feels on his chest as you walk past him and he pulls you back to steal a kiss from your lips before you try to walk away only to end up with him clinging to your back, kissing the top of your head as you cook.

[squinch-depraved]

got rlly inspired by @mister-sandwich's post about schlatt pissing you off and then just burying his face between your legs and i think i'm gonna continue off of the other oneshot i posted today bc something ab it was kinda yummyyy wrote this all in one sitting so i hope it's okay anyway can you tell i'm high and have the munchies 🤭

a few days later, still chuckle week, still sweltering, you sit in front of a fan on the bed you're staying in, legs hanging off the side and slightly leaning back onto your arms. eyes closed, waiting for your best friend(?) to come back so the two of you could start watching another movie. it was your new favorite activity to do together; he hadn't seen many and you got to show him your favorite films. doesn't matter that it usually ended with someone going down on the other, or that you both were too electrically aware of the other's presence to actually watch the flick. things between you two were certainly different than they were at the start of this trip, but at this point, it was a bit too late to care how relationship dynamics had shifted, what with the shoving of his cock down your throat all the time and that stuff. and when ted joined you guys, it was even more intense. the three of you definitely had something incredible, and you planned to all discuss it at the end of the week, when all the filming was done and you guys could finally relax. but for right now, ted was out with tucker hunting down some stuff for a video they were going to film together, and then they were going out to dinner with a group of friends not well known to the two of you left. it was just you and schlatt for the rest of the day and night, and you were thrilled. not that you didn't love having both boy toys, just that you were excited to have some time alone with him again.

"this fuckin' loser only keeps some weird bougie caramel top ice cream in his freezer, so i guess that's what we're having," his voice echoes down the hall until he's finally visible in the doorframe. he continues to approach until he's standing in between you and the fan and holding out a spoon.

"that's my ice cream, j," you reply tiredly, pinching the bridge of your nose. "i bought that for us to share tonight because i thought it looked good. you think i'd just tell you to go steal ted's ice cream?"

he's silent for a moment. "i think if you wanted to be cute and have a little ice cream date, we could have used ted's ice cream maker and made it a whole thing."

you whip your head up to glare at him. "are you fuckin' kidding me?"

he laughs. "what? mad i came up with a better date than you? in like, two seconds?"

"no!" you lie. "get out of the way of the fan, it's so fucking hot in here." you try to push him, or even move him at all, really, but you fail. "schlatt, i'm fucking serious. move. and give me that spoon."

he yanks the spoon back before you can reach it. with a simple, "nah," he opens the ice cream and begins eating it, much to your dismay.

"schlatt! stop it! that's for-"

"our cutesy little movie date? nah, toots, i'm gonna eat all this while you sit there and bitch about it, and then maybe, if you're cute enough, i'll eat you."

a stunned silence hangs heavily in the room before you finally regain the ability to speak, jumping up to grab at his hands (which he pulls out of reach as he continues to eat with a small smile on his lips). "sch- i actually don't even fucking know what to say," you fumble, growing more and more pissed. "i don't know why you're being like this?? what did i do?"

he sniffs.

"there's no way you actually eat that whole pint." your hands are on your hips now as you shoot daggers at him. his eyebrow cocks, as if to say, wanna bet? "i hate you so much."

he grins and goes in for another spoonful.

"you're such a dick, you know that?" you speak sharply, sinking back onto the bed.

"last spoonful. you want?"

you quickly look up at him to see him offering it to you, spoon in outstretched hand. you nod greedily and open your mouth, causing him to cackle and eat it himself. your eyes go wide, and then narrow to squint at him. "YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING- WHY WOULD YOU EVEN- I CAN'T FUCKING-" you stutter, starting time after time only to stop a few words later because your anger feels like it's consuming you. "WHY???" you scream. he simply continues laughing as he leaves the room. you sit there, fuming, unable to even move as you process everything that just happened. the rage makes you blind to him coming back and standing in the same spot. a moment later you look back up at him. "get out of the way. of the fucking fan. or i swear i'm going to-"

"shut the fuck up," he says.

you go silent for a few seconds before you ask, "where did you go?"

"throw away the ice cream. i told you shut up," he says. "can you just do one thing you're told?" his voice is sickly sweet, mocking you.

"i'm gonna punch you in the balls live on the podc-" you start, but are cut off by him pushing you back down onto the bed. "wh-?"

he wedges himself between your legs and rips the clothing off your lower half. you shriek slightly in surprise, and he buries his face in your cunt, immediately swirling his tongue over your clit, sliding a finger in. his face pulls back and looks at you, staring at the ceiling, lost in the whirlwind of things you're feeling, and says, "fuckin' knew you'd be soaking for me." he punctuates his sentence by spitting on your clit and you moan. "you taste so much sweeter than that stupid, fancy fuckin' ice cream." this makes you scream through gritted teeth (really, it was him slipping another finger in and working them inside you just right, but he doesn't need to know that) and you bring your legs to wrap around his head, fingers intertwining into his hair.

gasping and squirming under him, his tongue continues to dance all over your sopping pussy while he pins you by your hips down against the mattress. he's sloppy, borderline making out with your sticky sweet folds and you can see your essence all over his chops. his eyes, dark, drag up your body to meet yours and it triggers something in your stomach. a knot, forming and growing as he works now three fingers in and out, in and out, and curling them in all the most delicious spots. you're screaming now, his name, obscenities, how much you just hate him, how good he feels. the knot in your stomach has spread throughout your entire body, enveloping you in a warm embrace as fireworks explode everywhere, and you scream more, announcing your arrival at what feels like heaven's gate, but he just keeps going. sensitive, every nerve in your body feeling like it's being abused by this man (and truthfully, they are), tears begin to flow down your cheeks as you try to pull his head away, to no avail.

"please, j! i can't handle it! 's too much!" you cry out. he hmmphs on your clit, making you gasp loudly. something is building again, but it feels different. almost wrong. still pleasureful, but in such an intense way that your legs begin kicking, trying to get him off. but schlatt holds fast, mouth glued to the bundle of nerves that makes you move under him like this. he knows you're close, and by god is he gonna get you there. something resembling fire rips through you like a shockwave, and you release all over him, babbling something about a mess and tears falling from overstimulation.

finally, he pulls back, looking up at you while you regulate and come back down to earth. when you finally speak, your voice is hoarse. "why did you do that?"

he shrugs. "you were bein' a brat."

you nod, looking at the time.

"i'm gonna doordash that ice cream, by the way," he mumbles, grabbing his phone. " it was really good and you deserve some after all that. you still up for a movie?"

[quintessenceofdust88]

Okay, tumblr milestone prompt, here it comes: As I'm in need of fluff myself, what about a day in the life of married couple BuckTommy domestic fluff? If that makes any sense? I just love the idea of them married, calling each other happy, and being in love.

Ohhh I love this prompt! There's sth about fluffiness in marriage that really gets to me.

Anyway hope you enjoy it, darling! It's not exactly a full day bc I got carried away hehe, but it's very very fluffy anyway.

And HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY AGAIN I hope you're having a great one!! (and that it's still your birthday in your timezone cause I really wanted to get this done by your birthday)❤️❤️

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Tommy's face is the first thing Buck sees when he opens his eyes in the morning and, as cliché as stupid it sounds, that brings a smile to his face. He tried to wait up for Tommy to get back from his shift last night, but fell asleep with his cellphone in hand, reading an article about octopuses (they took Jee to the aquarium on the weekend and it had an effect on him).

When Buck wakes up, it's to find his cellphone plugged in and neatly stacked on his nightstand, and he feels a warm rush of affection for his attentive husband. He takes advantage of his sleeping state to take a good look at his relaxed face. There's nothing about it Buck doesn't love, from his dark eyebrows to his angular nose to the sweet curve of his mouth. There are little rays of sun escaping through the curtains and falling on Tommy's frame, making his few grays shine beautifully. 

Before he gives into the temptation of running a hand through Tommy's hair and wake him up, Buck gets out of bed and goes downstairs, set on making breakfast for himself and his overworked husband.

He tries to be as silent as possible as he moves around their spacious kitchen (it was the one thing he had been set on when they were house hunting; Tommy's was a spacious garage, and eventually they'd found the perfect place for a very fair price once Tommy's old house entered the deal), turning on the coffee maker, sorting ingredients for breakfast and realizing they're out of cinnamon. Knowing full well that Tommy will whine about his french toast if there's no cinnamon, Buck opts for pancakes instead.

Buck prepares the batter while humming to himself, thinking about what dessert he can take to their family dinner at Maddie and Chim’s later that day. Just as he starts pouring batter into the frying pan, he feels strong arms around his waist, and he doesn’t even pretend to startle; it’s not the first morning he’s greeted like this. Buck leans back against Tommy’s strong chest, and Tommy nuzzles against his neck. 

“Morning, sweetheart” He whispers sleepily against Buck’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine as he presses small kisses on his skin. 

“You’re gonna make me burn breakfast” He teases, and is met with a huffed laughter against his shoulder. 

“So we eat out” Tommy answers, his arms still gripping Buck’s waist, and it takes all of his strength (and the reminder they’ll probably have sex right after breakfast anyway) to playfully tap the spatula against Tommy’s hands so he’ll let go. 

“Behave, mr. Kinard” He scolds, and Tommy places a loud kiss on his cheek (and a slap on his ass) before letting go, grabbing plates and mugs on his way to the table. 

“I always behave, mr. Kinard” Tommy says, wiggling his eyebrows, and Buck doesn’t think he’ll ever get completely used to the thrill he gets to be called ‘mr. Kinard’. Tommy knows it, the bastard, and his smirk makes it pretty clear. “It’s not my fault you look particularly hot in my T-shirt”

Buck looks down at himself, realizing Tommy’s right. He barely notices anymore which clothes are his and which are Tommy’s, especially when it comes to LAFD gear, but the Bon Jovi faded black T-shirt is definitely not his. 

“Well, I look even better with no T-shirt on, if you wanna see what that’s like” He flirts teasingly, and tries for a casual one-handed flip on the pancake he’s frying right now. Except it doesn’t go that well, and the pancake lands directly on the stove instead of the pan. “Oh, shit!” 

He rushes to fix it and throws the ruined pancake out before it gets even worse. When he looks at Tommy, he finds his husband barely containing his laughter, which makes Buck point a firm finger at him with a glare.

“Shut up” He says, and Tommy raises his hands in mock defense.

“I didn’t say anything!” 

“Keep it that way” Buck threatens, and Tommy mockingly zips his mouth as he takes their mugs to the coffee maker and prepares both of their coffees (and there’s something in the way he does it that makes it even better than when Buck prepares his own).

Once the pancakes are ready (no more flipping incidents, Buck finished it pretty conservatively), Buck brings them to the table, where Tommy has already placed syrup and some butter. They sit down one in front of the other and share a smile before digging in, in comfortable silence. 

“This is so good, babe” Tommy tells him between mouthfuls, and Buck hums appreciatively. “You spoil me, you know? I never have breakfast this good at the station”

“I like spoiling you” Buck says earnestly, and Tommy blushes, a small smile appearing on his face. Sometimes it’s still hard for him to accept hard things, but Buck keeps reassuring him; it’s a work in progress. “I was gonna make your French toast, but we’re out of cinnamon, and you always say…”

“French toast is no good without cinnamon” Tommy finishes, and Buck swears there’s a beginning of a pout on his face; maybe there’s some truth about married couples picking up habits from each other. “Did you add it to the list? We’re going grocery shopping later, right?”

“Yup” Buck agrees, taking a sip of his coffee (damn perfect, as always). “And tonight we’re on for dinner at Maddie’s, don’t forget”

“So, groceries and family dinner” Tommy recaps. “Any other plans for the day?”

“Not really. Thought we could just… spend it together?” Buck suggests. 

Sometimes they’ll spend their days off with Eddie (and Chris if he doesn’t have cooler teenage stuff to do and deems them worthy of his presence), or Jee and little Kevin, and it’s great fun. But there’s also something pretty special about just basking in each other’s company all day, be it running errands or cleaning the house or having sex or just staying on the couch, Buck on his phone and Tommy with a book. 

“Sounds perfect to me” Tommy answers gleefully, and he takes Buck’s hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “Any day with you is perfect”

And gosh, that’s sappy. But damn if it doesn’t make Buck smile like a lovesick idiot. Because his husband is a complete sap and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[aliwritex]

i actually think you’re a prophet when it comes to franco colapinto. like how does everything you say make so much sense and i never thought of it before??? anyways, thoughts on franco pining and trying to win reader over??? like they have mutual friends and every time they see each other he cant stop flirting with her. whenever they’re at parties back home in argentina, he won’t leave her alone. she acts “annoyed” but ends up spending the whole night talking to him, so he views in as a win. also, he dms her after every time she posts online complimenting her, especially if it’s a bikini picture or something. idk i feel like he’s such a charmer

Thanks, babe! I hate when i'm reading fanfiction and their out of character so i just try to stay the closest to reality, maybe that's why i take so long to write, i like to think what they'd do, yk?

Anyways, I feel like his friends would try to help setting you up, taking all the seats but the one next to you so it was left for him, telling him that you would be going out with them so he could come two and telling him when you posted so he could be the first to like and reply to your story. 

The thing was that you got into the friend group because of your best friend, so you were a new addition and didn’t have the time to get to know Franco but when he was home you’d see him more often, clubs, concerts, birthday parties or simple dinner, he was always there. And he would always flirt with you. 

You mainly ignored his first attempts because of some not so good stories your friend had about him. But you’d admit the banter was fun, and turning him down multiple times knowing that he wouldn’t give up gave you the biggest confidence boost. At some point you just decided to have fun with it, thinking you would never fall for his charms. 

The night that it happened was your best friend’s birthday. You were in her room, getting dressed while waiting for her to shower because you would be doing her hair and make up for her party. You tried your best to zip up your dress but after a couple minutes you gave up and walked out, looking for someone to do it for you, all you found was Franco, in the kitchen, stealing the party snacks. 

“You’re early” he nodded, “and eating the party food” he moved his hand from the bowl, apologizing quietly, barely paying attention to what you were saying and just admiring how good you looked. “Where’s everyone?”

“Think they went out to get something, they were leaving when I got here.” 

“Fuck. Me. You’ll have to do. I need help with my dress” you turned your back to him, pulling your hair to the side to reveal your back. The zipper was completely open and giving him a peak of the top of your thong, his eyes went wide at it. “It’s a zipper and then you tie the top. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure” he reached out for the zipper right by your ass, gently tugging the fabric down to help it close. Then his fingers reached for the long ties below your shoulders and tied a bow on your back. “Done” he whispered. 

“Thanks, I’ll- umh, check on the birthday girl,” you told him, flipping your hair back when you turned back to him, “you make yourself at home, really and wait for the guys to come back I guess, we’re still gonna take a while.”

He nodded, shoving his hands back into his pockets as he followed you out of the kitchen. 

That same night you realized that all your friends were coupling, and you weren’t in a mood to meet people, so you turned to the last person you knew, Franco. You sat in the garden, by the door as the party happened inside, he saw you from the window and decided to join.

“Oh, no,” you looked up at him, standing in front of you and took the drink he offered you. “Is the party that bad? I planned it” 

“No, it’s good, think everyone’s enjoying it.” he sat by your side “Just came to see what’s wrong”

“Don’t know if you noticed but pretty much everyone I know in there is making out or about to make out with someone.” you took a sip of your drink

“Should we join them?” he teased and you hit him in the arm, not missing how strong he felt. 

“I’ll leave” you warned, only half joking.

“Fine, I won’t say anything” he lifted his hands up in surrender “you’re the only person left that I know too, so I guess we’re stuck with each other”

“Right” you scoffed. 

It turned out that once you actually got to know him, he was quite shy but really sweet. You spent the night talking and the next morning when Franco woke up he had a hickey on his neck and a stain of your lipstick on the collar of his shirt. 

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for ditching my friends because they tried to surprise me for my birthday?

So I (F19) have really, really bad anxiety I'm trying to overcome. I've been on a couple different medications (still trying to find the right one) and working with a therapist, but it's still really bad. Like, one time I couldn't leave the house to go grocery shopping for over a week, because the thought of being in public sent me into panic attacks. So a friend tried to help me by ordering me a pizza and said I just needed to sign his name for it when it got there, and that sent me into another panic attack because 1) Now I needed to wait for this pizza, 2) I needed to open the door and talk to a stranger, 3) I needed to sign a guy's name when I'm obviously a girl so they're gonna KNOW I'm not the one who ordered the pizza and what if they take me to jail?? Yeah, it's totally irrational I know. And I hate it. I'm TRYING to work through it, but it's hard.

A few days ago it was my birthday and 3 of my best friends (all 19) took me out to eat at a restaurant. Before we went they joked in our group texts about getting them to bring me a cake and sing happy birthday, and I told them if they do that it will undoubtedly send me into a panic attack and I will never forgive them. Full stop, do not do that to me. And they agreed. But halfway through our dinner I hear the clapping and singing, and here come a bunch of waiters carrying a cake and singing Happy Birthday. I'm freaking out but think surely this is just a fluke, they're going to another table and not to ours. My friends wouldn't do that to me. But no, they come straight up to our table and put the cake down. I get up and run out of the restaurant before they're even done singing.

I end up going back to my car and sitting there shaking and crying for I don't know how long. Eventually someone knocks on my window and it's one of my friends asking me to come back inside so they can talk to me, I say I don't want to see them right now and drive away. Instead of going home I go to my mom's house and tell her what happened and she tells me to stay as long as I need, so I turn off my phone and hide in my childhood bedroom and try to get some sleep.

I woke up the next morning to a bunch of missed calls and texts from my friends. Apparently they didn't think I'd freak out that bad (even though I told them I would) and said technically the cake wasn't for me. They lied to our waiter while I was in the bathroom and said it was one of their birthdays, not mine. So that way they could "cheat the system" and still get me a free cake and someone else would get the singing, not me. I said it doesn't matter if the singing was for me or not, I had told them if that exact situation happened it would freak me out and they did it anyway, and they did it behind my back without telling me. Like, of course I would assume the singing was for me? It was my birthday and not any of theirs and they didn't tell me about their scheme? They said I just overreacted, and it's normal for friends to surprise friends on their birthday. Did I overreact?

What are these acronyms?

[kellynickelsgirl00]

Chapter 3: Trouble

A Chibs "Filip" Telford and OC Plus Size Reader Fanfic

Taglist: @tommyflanaganfan-blog @youngadult9016 @ravennaortiz @theoutsiders25 @privatetruths @etclouie @tinyshyteacup @mrstelford @secretlysamcro

TW: Blood and Violence

Later that night after ATF raid Louise's pov:

After I put my room back together while I was waiting for my surprise for chibs to finish I go back to the kitchen and get some of the food for tomorrow's dinner clubhouse party thing out and prepped just so it won't takw as long humming and singing to myself "Hey you ok" Bobby comes put of nowhere and I scream ans jump dropping the knife " JESUS CHRIST BOBBY" I yell and hold my chest " God damn I thought I was the only one here " I laugh" yea I'm ok just a mild heart attack " you joke and smile picking a new knife up" I'm good just prepping why '' I smike as I chop" well it's like midnight and you haven't eaten that I've seen and you shoukf be asleep you're normally in bed at this times the few times I've stayed late for book. Work" he leans against the door looking over me concerned " are you ok with earlier is that why you're stress cooking " he asks softly and comes in" what are you making anyway" he looks at everything " I'm good I promise you " I smile as the timer goes off and I pull. Our the cookies " perfect" I whisper and smile so big" are those short bread " he smirks " did you make. Those for the dinner " he chuckles " or a special someone I always see you with' he teases " they're for Chibs he asked for store brand but I cook and bake so I thought this was better " I smile so big and happy " they're perfect " I put them on the cooling rack" and why is everyone acting like me and chibs are a thing he trained me ans we spend alot of time together working were friends I love. And take care of friends like you. And the club" I smile matter of factly" and where is chibs he disappeared after the raid" I sigh and slip my hair up into a messy bun ans go back to cutting ' what was thay about anyway is it just because you guys are bikers? Idk why cops are like that bikers aren't bad or scary my grandpa was treated different too just because he rode and I always thought it was stupid " I ramble not giving Bobby any time to answer anything" people even looked at me funny when I got my bike " I huff ' so stupid bikers aren't bad they're just misunderstood " I say softly and shrug looking up. At Bobby " you can help if you want " I smile " can you cook or prep or anything " I ask looking. At him .handing him the chicken" I can Cook I'm the cook usually " he laughs " well you're busy enough you can just focus on the books now ans I'll take coooking " I laugh " can you filet these I need them open to like stuff "' I. Laugh and jump as I hear the boys bust through the door and all scatter and I see chibs walking over hands full " hey Bobby hi lassie " he smiles and seta the bag down " did you eat " he looks at me and shake my head " nope busy gettinf everything cut for tomorrow and cleaning my room" I sigh " not hungry not sleepy either I'm ok" I smile and chibs sighs and nods Bobby to the door and closes the kitchen door " I gor you dinner we'll us dinner I'll eat wirh you' he smiles and clears off the table I'm working on" Hey that's not done stop" you try to atop him and he shakes his head " no you do it tomorrow you're eating and then we're going to watch tv so you relax and sleep" he says serious and see the cookies" Shortbread " he asks smiling " you make them" he chuckles " yes for you special as a surprise since you asked. For them I thought I'd finally try to make them I hope they're ok" I sigh nervous " try one please " I smile so softly but so big" no not yet you have to eat and so do i" he smiles and sets down the food " I got you your favorite I remember you get these alot " he smiles ans hands me a sub sandwich smiling " turkey mayo shredded lettuce and toasted " chibs smiles big" I haven't seen you eat all day so we're gonna eat before we do anything else with all this " he motions to the food cut everywhere.

" fine " I smike softly looking doen so he doesn't see how much I'm smiling " thanks but what did you get " I smile " well I got the same see wear all the hype is with you and this sandwich " he laughs and sits next to me " have you been doing this all day since the raid " he asks looking around as he takes a bite. I nod and blush covering my mouth blushing and looking away because I just took a big bite " mhmm I wanted to not be busy all day because I have to work tomorrow before the parry " I mumbke blushing " sorry I didn't know we were gonna talk" I blush and take a smaller bite ans wrap up the sandwich. " I'll eat later where did you go after are you guys ok since whatever that was with ATF why are they here you guys are just bikers " I shrug" it's ridiculous even back home some people hate and treat bikers different it's ridiculous " I sugg and huff looking at him shaking my head and he smirks " it's nothing don't worry abour it " he picks up the sandwich " eat I wanna eat with you you always run away at lunch ans that's when I'm at my funniest " he jokes " now I gotta get warned up" he clears his throat and I laugh shaking my head ans rolling my eyes " come to My room" I stand yo and grab his hand and my sandwich" hey Bobby can you please makw sure no one goes in there I'll be out to clean it up I promise " I smile as I walk back holding chibs hand" wow I didn't even say anything usually I have to talk more but I'm already going to your room" Chibs joke ans I shake my head " oh hush " I laugh" I wanna eat alone I don't like eating infronf or around peoole " I say soffmg anx sit on tnem floor facing the TV " I'll eat eith you though " I smile turning the TV on smiling big and turn on lookijg for a movie through the guide " oooo Braveheart have you seen it " I ask so excited and bounce " its another one of my favorites it's abour Scotland " I smile " I actually haven't I don't have alot of movie time " he smiles " ok well you do now so watch" I giggle turning it on and pulling my knees to my chesf as I eat quietly and forget he's there and he chuckles making me blush" what" I cover my face shy anx wipe my mouth" nothing you just are so interested it was cute" he shakes his head ans starts watching sitting next to me as he eats and you look over after awhile anx see him so concentrated on the movie ans smile.

"That was probably the best movie you've shown me yet " he smiles big" that was really good " he yawns and smiles and I smile " I'm glad yoi liked it just stick with me with movies I'll always have a good one for you" I smile ans he chuckles " what re ye thinking " he grabs mine anx his trash " I have to clean" you get up anx he sighs " fine but only clean you have to go to bed I'm gonna get you on a bedtime routine " he points his finger " ok dad " you toll yoir eyes anx he huffs " no not dad no I already have half sac and juice I canf handle a third " he jokes shaking his head.

The next day:

Waking up I walk into the garage in shorts and a tank top with my cut up coverall shirt all of yhem wear and put my hair up in a messy bun as I walk over to chibs " So what's the plan for today do you want me to finish up and polish the bike we did yesterday or leave that for sac " I smile big and hot already since it's like 110° out " yea do that and have some water " he hands me a bottle of cold water as he wipes his brow " its probably gonna be a short day since the party you have to cook for anx ifs too hot for you to be out here Lass" he says softly and sweet " I can Handel it I've had to work in worse " I say smiking " I know but not while I was around so you do that bike anx then go in the cool air" he smirks and winks " yes sir" I smile and roll my eyes. Working on the bike as I straddle it and polish the motor and all the silver unaware of how short my shorts really are ans hoe much of my ass Is out I don't realize the guys are staring as I listen to music eith one headphone in. I hear Chibs talking to someone ans he sounds alittle annoyed and frustrated but you dint know if it's from the heat or the customer is being a dick but I finally turn around hearing someone yell" Hey Cherry" loudly making me turn around quickly glaring but I see the guy he's skinny somewhat muscular greasy yet some shaggy blondish brown hair and dark eyes eith dark circles wearing a band shirt and even in this heat a leather jacket.. walking over I see chibs throw his clipboard down on his work bench frustrated and I don't know why" is there a problem sir" I ask him ans look up at chibs " nah I was saying my battery died and my transmission is also shot " He smirks and looks me up and down making me blushand look at chibs who's clenching his jaw" so why exactly did yoi need me " I ask confused and look at them " i don't know honestly " chibs glares at the guy and stands next to me " is there a problem ?" I asked confused again and the guy looks away from chibs anx down at the ground " no ye handle it I don't have time for this shit " he Chibs hands you thr clipboard shiving it in my hands " ow thank you" I say soffly ans look at him as he walks away" ok is that all you need sir " I ask politely and smile best I can even though I'm sticky with sweat and uncomfortable in the heat " Daniel" he smiles and holds his hand out " I'm Daniel Draven " he shakes your hand " and you are ??" He smirks lazily and bites his lip" I'm Louise or cherry " I smile blushing alittle and sliding some loose hair behind my ear " cool shirt you like Motley?? He points to my Motley crue tank top" yea I love rock music and heavy music " I smile and can feel all the guys in the garage watching me and I look doen shy" well I'm in a band we play this club out of town and we play on yhe weekends if you wanna come " he smirks and bites his lip looking at me not so subtle looking at my tits" sure can I bring chibs ?" I smile and he scoff chuckles alittle and nods" sure I mean yea " he nods" whatever gets you there and gets me seeing you again" he winks and hands me the keys " call me " he smirks and walks away walking around the corner and I blush snd giggle anx chibs comes over " give me the keys I'll fix his car " he says annoyed and huffing " no I got it " I smile and giggle alittle a d he snatches them" give me the god damn keys " he yells alittle and I jump and stand their confused and look around and everyone is starinf again and I look down tearinf up alittle but huff and just walk out to the club house leaving without a word

After finishing cutting the rest of the food up for tonight I go to my room and get my swim suit on and slide my shorts and a big oversized button up ans walk out to my truck and Chibs tries to grt my attention shouting for me bur I ignore him because I have no idea why he was so rude and I hear tig in the distance " i don't know why you were so rude to her she asked about bringing you chibby idk why you blew up on her " he shakes his head and I slam my truck door speeding off and squealing tires just to get a rise out of them. A few hours later I head back after washing my truck and just sitting in the bed of it out on a side road in the shade and come back to help cook with Gemma and as we're cooking she looks at me anx I freeze " what is this too fancy " I asked worried and alittle scared " no its fine what's going on with you and Chibs though I saw you guys have alittle bit of tension today plus all you guys do is spend time together" she smirks " so is there trouble in paradise " she looks over as I finish the last of them sliding it in the oven to bake and melt the cheese " no we aren't anything but friends plus he hasn't made a move so I don't think he likes me or anything j think we're just friends which is good because I don't want any trouble here already " I laugh" I'm not great with the boys " I laugh and wash my hands " that's not a boy out there that's a man " she smirks " and I'm sure before you know it you'll have feelings for him because all the ladies want him" she walks out as I clean up leaving me to think and I jump lost in thought as I hear a knock at the door " Louise love I'm sorry " chibs says softly " I didn't mean to yell I was just hot thw heat got to me " he sighs " plus that guy looked like a greasy punk and I didn't like that pet name he used it sounded wrong in my head " he stand at the door " it's fine whatever bur idk why you judged him like that do you know how many people judge you guys before giving you a chance " I say seriously " he might be a punk idk but he was a customer and I wasn't gonna be a dick if he wanted to flirt or talk or whatever I was just helping you" I huff and throw the towel down " I don't like being yelled at and I don't wanna be mad at my only fucking friend here over heat ajd some dude " I laugh " now go get ready for the party I'm going to and I'm letting these cook" I kiss his cheek and hug him" if you yell at me again though I will have to yell back " I walk away and smirk" ans its not pretty" I chuckle

After finishing dinner I'm sitting behind the bar handing out beers whenever needed and sitting talking to tig as everyone starts partying and cleaning up from the food. I smile as I look over seeing chibs playing pool with some of the guys and see some crow eaters swarming, one in particular I hate who's always mouthing me, Ima whatever she is and I roll my eyes looking back at Tig as we joke and talk and keeo seeing Chibs Watching and looking my direction every fee minutes. As the party continues I see Ima making her way to the bar and she smirks " can I get a beer and a whiskey for Chibs " she smiles fakely and looks back to see chibs as I get what she asks for " ya know i don't know why chibs spends so much time with you you aren't much to look at " she smirks ans looks me up and down and I see Tig slowly set his beer down as I hand her the drinks " you definitely aren't built to be one of us you're too ya know fat and pig like " she chuckles and I smirk" you ever think maybe he wants to spend his time talkinf to someone idk with brain or wits " I smirk " not just ya know" I look her up ans down like she did me " the IQ of a stick " I chuckle and roll my eyes and Tig smirks quietly watching " ya know before you took over all his time since you guys are friends or whatever you are he was all over me and spending all his nights with me " she smirks and sits down " ans I'll tell you another thing " I bet you don't know " she smirks " I could steal him from you again at any second " she smirks and I glare at her clenching my jaw grabbing the drinks and walking to chibs setting them down glaring pissed off and grab a pool ball from the table as I walk back to Ima and the bar and Tig sees ans jumps up quick bur I'm quicker gripping Imas hair and slamming her face on the bar bouncing it off it as I grip hair and pull her off the bar stool to the floor and Start punching abd hitting her with the pool ball in my fist " FUCKING BITCH" I scream and bang her head against the floor as everyone watches and I chuckle and hear the Crack of her nose as I get one more good hit not feeling all the nails she's scratching me with as Happy pulls me off her " NOT SO HOT NOW ARE YOU YOU FUCKING BIMBO CUNT " I scream kicking and smirking " you're fucking psycho you crazy bitch" shs screams anx cries holdint her nose and I smirking and chuckle licking my lip that's bleeding and my nose is dripping from the cur on the bridge and I break away from happy and grio her hair again and pull her and drag her by her hair out the door andchuckle throwing a few more punches ans her cheek crunches and pops on my knuckles " Fuck you you fuckin spread spitting gutter slut " I smirk and growl in her ear , ad I feel Chibs arms wrap around my waist pulling me away again as I try snf kick but I can't get her " Lass LASS STOP" he yells pulling me away " what the hell ye doin " he looks around confused and shocked " what thr he'll happened " he guides and pulls me back to the clubhouse " what the hell " he chuckles " so was that Because I made you mad earlier is that the consequences " he laughs teasing and pulls me into the bathroom " Christ love" he holds my cheeks and stares at me and the cuts " ok this might sting but I'm gonna clean these ans cover them " he says sofflt and starts dabbing alcohol onnthe cuts and I whince " fuck that hurts Jesus Christ stop" I oush at his hand " stop it " he swats my hands away " it's gonns help " he chuckles " you wouldn't need this if you just didn't go off like a firecracker" he smirks " well she kept fuckin talking shit I'm not doing this fuckin bullying I'm sick of it she's fuckin trash ans needs to be taken down a few pegs " I smirk" and put out in the fucking corner so she can do what she does best and suck cock" I chuckle and he shakes his head finishing up" I won't be apologizing either I fuckin hate her I hope that cum dumpster doesn't fucking come back" I growl and Chibs smirks " what a way to end the night " I chuckle and smirk shaking my head "

[evergreenglade]

Hello my fellow gamer! 😁

May I please request headcanons for Bayonetta, Joker, Sora, and Zero Suit Samus reacting to their female S/O surprising them at the Smash mansion and spoiling them with delicious food like this?

Yay, my first SSBU request! That food looks so good, I don't think I could choose just one picture. Anyway, I hope you savor this just like the fighters would savor that food!

Bayonetta

- "Why, thank you darling, I'm famished!"

- She will eat the entire plate and then ask for seconds.

- Bayonetta has the best table manners you could possibly imagine. Even if she's ravenous, you'll never catch her eating like a wild animal, especially not in front of you. She looks so elegant while she eats and somehow manages to never get a single crumb on her face.

- She will happily feed some to Gomorrah. It may be a spawn of Satan, but hey, demons need to eat too.

- Speaking of which, Gomorrah now loves you for this.

- She'll make sure that you have some too; she refuses to eat unless you eat with her.

- As a pleasant conversationalist, she has plenty of things to talk about. Bayonetta will happily listen to whatever you might have to say, but she'll definitely be the one to direct the conversation.

- She adores your smiling face as you both dine with delight.

- Between you, Bayo, and Gomorrah, there will be no leftovers; every last morsel will be gone.

- After you're done, she'll give you a big hug and a smooch, thanking you again for the delicious meal.

- You better believe that she will return the favor when you least expect it.

- After you're done eating, she'll insist that you relax while she cleans everything up.

- If you still have room in your stomach, Bayonetta will probably pamper you with dessert. Don't try to deny it; you'll only end up losing the fight.

- "Oh please, after all you've done for me, you deserve it, darling."

Joker

- The first thing he'll notice walking into the mansion is the smell filling the air.

- It's an amazing scent, and he'll be pleasantly surprised to see you in the kitchen.

- He doesn't even realize how hungry he is until he sees all of the food there, waiting for him.

- He'll eat so much, it's not even funny.

- Morgana will tell him to slow down numerous times, and Joker will completely ignore him every single time.

- You and Morgana will have to keep an eye on him because there's a large possibility that he might choke.

- He nearly did choke at one point, which was super scary.

- If Morgana tries to steal some, Joker will swat his paw away.

- He'll definitely have more than one plate of food. Good thing you made extra.

- When he first starts eating, he'll wolf everything down and all his manners will go out the window. As he continues, he'll slow down to a normal pace and eat like a normal person.

- He'll apologize afterward for being so messy and will help you clean up afterward.

- Leftovers for later? Hell yeah.

- Expect him to ask you for the recipes. He totally isn't gonna steal them to impress his friends back home.

- He'll give you a sweet kiss on the forehead as thanks for everything you've done for him.

- Post-dinner cuddles! That meal hit all the right spots, and the best thing to do now is to relax and let everything settle.

Sora

- He'll get SO excited.

- "Woah, this is all for me?! Thanks!"

- He'll eat way more than you expect him to. You'd never think that much food could fit inside his stomach. He'll just keep eating and eating and eating some more.

- You'll have to hide some food if you want leftovers, because at the rate Sora will go, it won't look like he's stopping anytime soon.

- He wants to show his appreciation as much as he can, so he tries to eat a ton. Sora won't wolf everything down, but he'll eat at a quicker pace than one should.

- Sora thinks everything is delicious; he literally has hearts in his eyes from how in love with the food he is.

- Looking up and seeing you chuckling and smiling at him makes everything even better. Just knowing that you made the food fills him with joy.

- He won't stop thanking you for everything. He'll say it ten times before he even starts eating.

- He keeps trying to talk to you while he eats. You constantly have to remind him to swallow his food before he starts speaking.

- When he's finished, he finishes it off with a big burp and leans back in his seat, hands patting his stomach. He'll thank you for the thousandth time before getting up to give you a hug.

- Ten minutes later, Sora'll get a massive stomachache from how much food he ate. He doesn't mind though; in his eyes, it was all worth it.

Zero Suit Samus

- She'll be shocked at first. All of this food is for her and her alone? No, this doesn't feel right.

- She'll feel bad that you went through all of this hassle just for her. But once you reassure her that it's no trouble at all and you're more than happy to cook for her, that tiny smile of hers will finally appear on her face.

- Samus insists that you eat with her. You've done all this hard work, you deserve to sit back and relax for a change.

- Out of all four characters mentioned here, she is the most calm about the whole thing. Don't mistake this for a lack of care; she greatly appreciates what you did for her.

- Out of all four characters, she's also the one who leaves the most leftovers. She wants to make it last; it sucks to spend hours on food only to have people eat all of it in one fell swoop in nearly half the time.

- She remains quiet for the most part, listening to what you have to say without interruption and only giving input when necessary.

- You can see the gratitude in her eyes as she consumes everything.

- Afterward, she thanks you calmly and helps you clean up.

- After a wonderful meal like that, movie night is a must.

[loupy-mongoose]

Was all of this gallbladder stuff sudden, or is it just sudden for us because you never mentioned anything about a gallbladder removal until recently

I mentioned a few times throughout the first week of Jan. that I was having some tummy issues, but I never really brought it to the spotlight. The most I did was inform you all that I had gotten "sick", and then only a few days ago mentioned my gall bladder.

There is very little way I can call this sudden in general, however.

I'm... actually gonna put this under a read more, because it runs a lot deeper than just these last few weeks... (Kinda turned into a life-story lol)

So, throughout that first week of Jan, I was having off-and-on mild pain. Nothing too intense, and I'd been through it many, many, MANY times before. (Yeah.... MANY.)

I tried to wait it out every time, only going to Doctors twice for it, and it would eventually go away. I would be careful with my eating afterword (based on past experiences, not any research or knowledge) and eventually I'd be back to normal for the time being.

The time between spells varied. Sometimes it was only months, sometimes it was almost a year. I don't think I ever went beyond a year with no spell, but I can't remember.

This started about

TEN

YEARS

ago.

If each episode has been a pancreatitis attack, then I consider it no small miracle that I'm as good off as I am.

I went to the Doctor once for it as a youth, and they gave me some kind of IBS or other pill for bloating. They did nothing to help, and I didn't pursue any more doctor visits about it until '22.

That time the pain didn't go away for many days, and it got incredibly incapacitating. So I went to the Doctor (completely different one from the first--we'd moved states.) I got some imaging done and they found Pancreatitis and Colitis. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home to recover.

But they didn't finds gallstones.

So I recovered and felt armed to better handle these pain episodes--Just limit my consumption to liquids.

Well, I was doing alright until now.

We had... a V E R Y fatty Christmas dinner, and I was grazing off of the worst of it the following week.

Then, come New Year's Eve, I start to feel that little ache. I... I ignored it, and ate some of the goodies we'd prepared for the night, a little more reserved about it than I normally would've been. Eating has always been one of my absolute favorite parts of that time of year, and I didn't want to let my potential stomach issue completely ruin it for me.

I'm actually surprised by how mild the pain was at first, given all the nasty stuff I'd been eating.

Anyway, that mild pain subsided, and I foolishly let myself eat some more leftover goodies, thinking I was being careful. And of course, it came back.

This went on through the week, with me gradually being more and more careful about what I ate, trying to eat more stomach-bug friendly foods like crackers and toast.

A night finally came where it was so irritating that I threw up. That night it instantly made me feel better. I still increased my carefulness in consumption the following day, taking in nothing but a couple cups each of Pedialyte and chicken broth.

But still it came back. And that was the night it got bad.

I threw up a couple more times that night, and instead of helping this time... the second time left me in a lot of pain. So much that it was uncomfortable to breathe. Uncomfortable to do anything.

Thankfully my dad didn't have work that night (he works overnights), so we ultimately decided at about 6 am to take me to the emergency room.

There they found the gallstones and got blocking ones out of the way, and I spent the following week recovering in the hospital.

It seems most likely that gallstones have been the offender all these years, but the symptoms never quite matched that. I remember once looking into Pancreatitis and seeing that the symptoms matched that pretty well, but never let gallstones settle as an option.

Anyway, I guess I can at least say I have some closure after all this time. It'll be good to finally be free from this plague!

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 25

"What time will you be home? I want to show you this house I made an offer on today," Cillian said into the phone as he drove down the street. "Then we can pick up dinner on the way back? Wanna try that sushi place that opened up a couple blocks away?"

Zoe smiled. "Look at you getting the lay of the land and knowing new neighborhood restaurants opening up," She teased.

"I like food." Cillian said simply. "Anyways, what time?"

"I'll be done at 4"

"Soooo I'll see you at 4:05?"

"Cillian," Zoe said, laughing. "with traffic, maybe 4:30."

Cillian pouted, and Zoe could swear she could hear it through the phone, if possible.

"Fine. I'll see you then."

"Don't be a pouty baby," Zoe said.

"I'm not... I just miss you," Cillian replied.

"Cill, you saw me 3 hours ago," Zoe giggled.

"So?"

This was unchartered territory for Zoe. She was never on the receiving end of this type of infatuation. She was usually the one to give it, and it never ended well for her.

She had mixed feelings about how the meeting with Heather went. She loved how Cillian stood up for her and didn't take no for an answer. She was almost turned on by the way he took control of the situation, and they laughed about it on the way home making bedroom jokes the entire way.

As annoying as it was, something still felt off about the meeting. Cillian swore everything was fine, and they were going to be together and everything was going to be just like how it was. But something was eating away at Zoe, was it intuition? conscience? but something felt off with the way Heather carried herself in the meeting.

Maybe she was just paranoid.

"Hey, do you have the outlines done for next week?" Mia said, walking into Zoe's office.

"Uh.. what?" Zoe said, quickly hanging up the phone. She'll text Cillian apologizing later.

"The outlines. They were due on Friday but we got an extension."

"Oh. Uh, shit. I didn't finish them, I can have them by the end of the day today," Zoe said, only being half sure of what she was talking about. Outlines sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember exactly.

Mia sighed and bit her lip. "Donna's gonna flip. Can you have them by the end of the day for real? I personally don't care, but I'm the one who has to break the bad news to Donna and she wasn't happy when I asked for the extension last week for you, and I don't feel like getting the brunt end of that again."

Zoe smiled. "They'll be in her inbox by 4. I promise. Sorry Mia, next time I won't put you in that position."

"Thanks Z," Mia said, turning around to walk out the door. "Let me know if you need help with anything."

Mia closed her door and Zoe sighed as she slumped against her chair. She couldn't remember anything about outlines.... maybe there was a conversation last week that she missed?

She took out her phone and there was already a text from Cillian.

Cill: :(

Zoe rolled her eyes.

Zoe: Sorry, boss walked in. Let me get some work done so I can be home sooner. I'll text you when I'm on my way home.

Cill: See you later, Bunny.

"Keep your eyes closed!" Cillian said, finally pulling the car to a stop.

Zoe had rushed through an outline that turns out she never started to begin with and submitted it by 3pm. She tied up some loose ends at work and left promptly at 4. She pulled up to Cillian waiting outside, meeting her at her car door and practically pulling her out of it to give her a kiss and pull her into his car.

"They've been shut!! I'm thinking about what my neighbors might think if they saw you drag me out of my car and shove me into your car, they probably think I got kidnapped" Zoe laughed.

There was a moment of silence, then "Ok yea maybe that was a little aggressive," Cillian said, coming to the realization of how it might have looked to someone just casually walking down the street and witnessing it.

They both burst out laughing and Cillian reaches over and squeezes Zoe's thigh, leaving it there for the remainder of the drive.

"Ok, we're here. Wait here I'll help you," Cillian said, pulling the car over and putting it in park. he shut it off and hopped out and ran to the passenger side, opening the door and helping Zoe out.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" She said, getting anxious.

"One second, one second," He said, standing behind her and putting his hands over eyes. "Just take a couple steps more... okay. perfect. Ready?"

"Ready for what??"

Cillian removed his hands Zoe opened her eyes. She waiting for her eyes to adjust as she squinted to what stood in front of her. A huge house, with hydrangeas along the front of the pristine white brick of the exterior. Large trees stood tall on the sprawling lush green lawn, which made the red brick walk to the front door stand out. Black double doors with gold hardware shined in the evening sun, matching the black shutters that surrounded the exterior windows.

"Wow," Zoe said, looking around. There was a good distance between the neighboring houses, with trees lining the street along with old fashioned gas lamps as street lights.

"I... feel very broke," Zoe said, still looking around in childlike awe.

"You? Ha, i'm the one who just wrote the check for the deposit," Cillian said, smiling.

Zoe spun around and stared him down. "Is this... Cil, is this yours?"

Cillian smiled. "Made an offer on a couple today, this was the last one. I fell in love, offered more than asking, they accepted right away, I wrote the check and immediately called you," he said.

"Oh my god!" Zoe exclaimed, running into his arms, throwing hers around his neck. He caught her, picked her up and spun her around.

"I couldn't wait to tell you, do you see why I was bugging you all day?!" He said laughing, pressing his lips to hers. He put her down, lips still on hers, holding her as close to her as possible. "Let me show you inside," He whispered against her.

He took her hand and guided her through the front door, which opened to a big lobby with a sprawling stair case. Everything was open concept, fresh and clean. The sellers kept it in pristine condition so it was move-in ready.

"I want to show you my favorite part," He said, guiding her past the staircase into the gourmet kitchen.

"Wow," Zoe exclaimed, her voice echoing and bouncing off the walls. Half of my apartment can fit in this kitchen." She said, looking around and running her hand along the white marble countertop.

"This place is very... clean. I feel weird being in here. I'm too dirty," Zoe joked.

"Yea you are," Cillian said, wiggling his eyebrows. Zoe rolled her eyes and Cillian walked to her and hugged her from behind. "I saw this kitchen and I thought about being in here, cooking and dancing around with you," He said, half mumbling into her neck. "I see me and you in every room here. And maybeeee......" He drew out, kissing her neck and squeezing her tighter, "When your lease is up... you can NOT renew and, maybe, move in here... with me."

Zoe's eyes went wide; she spun around in his arms and looked at him.

"What?? Seriously?!" She said, half excited and half in shock.

Cillian nodded. "Only if you want to. I just... I want to be close to you," He said, resting his forehead against hers. Zoe sighed and rested her hands against his chest. "We're crazy," She said, shaking her head.

"No, we're not," He replied, placing his hands over hers on his chest.

"Cill, we contractually dated for 3 months and you're asking me to move in!" She laughed.

"I don't care. I don't care about any of that. I want you. I want to be with you. You make everything better, you make me better," He said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "And, Scout is gonna miss you. He told me," He added.

Zoe laughed. "Well... Tell Scout that I'm month-to-month"

Cillian raised an eyebrow. "Scout doesn't know what that means."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "I'm not in a year long lease. If I want to leave I just have to give a month or two notice."

Cillian's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Zoe sighed. Internally, she was screaming. This was a HUGE step, for a relationship that was only 3 months old. Moving in and giving up her safe space, the one place she can call hers, made her feel nervous. But she never felt like this before. She felt so happy. She was so incredibly infatuated with Cillian. She'd do anything to chase this high.

And yet, there was still a pesky alarm still going off in the back of her head.

Just ignore it. Right?

tags: @lau219 @borntodiemp3 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #491

10 days have passed since last I changed braces, so you know what that means...!

Yes! It's time for more progress pictures!! Here we go! Here's the lower jaw!

...And this is the upper jaw!

...Things are considerably less fucked up in the inside of my face! Yay! But I'm still not done! I'm pretty sure this is only set number 20; I have 15 more to go!

My guts felt relatively icky this morning, so I didn't eat. J did, though, and that was good. And then we packed up and left Abilene, Texas in order to go further west.

...We intentionally left the fraying Bag of Holding behind. And this was a terrible mistake, for reasons I'll explain in a little bit.

On the way to the airport, I was able to get some better pictures of a grackle:

...They're such fabulous birds. So sparkly! Such poise! This one surely belongs on some kind of fashion runway, I think! And they squeak and chatter so merrily! I wish these lived back home...

...I did manage to come across another one of their feathers, though:

...I can't wait to bring all the feathers I found home, and to put them with the rest in my collection!

On the flight out, out the front windshield of the plane, I saw the exact vision that I saw in yesterday's dream with you, which is pretty wild:

Of course, lots more windmills followed:

...I wonder if your planet can try something like this instead of burning mako; this seems a lot more sustainable, don't you think? Solar power and hydropower are options, too; maybe someday you can check out what's available here, and then go back to your world with the knowledge you gathered from here. And then maybe things would be a little easier over there, at least in some ways.

Anyway, I saw lots of other things, too, like patterns in the ground that looked like the skeletal remains of a great big beast:

And this other pattern that looked exactly like a piece of cut and finished wood:

...And some more nifty patterns, too!

...But. From here, things quickly morphed into a more desert-like landscape; very flat, with lots and lots of sand. I was reminded of the sands near The Gold Saucer:

...And there were some weird patterns in the ground here, too:

Eventually, the landscape shifted to mountains, which is what I'm more familiar with, if you've seen the pictures I've taken from J's airplane, back in New York. But these mountains, unlike the ones at home, are not covered in trees. They're actually relatively bare, which makes it easier to see how time and the wind have carved into the rock:

We eventually came to a city, arranged in tight grids. And there were dusty roads sectioning off squares of undeveloped land, too. It looked kinda neat, but I'm not sure what they were for:

The airport we landed at is pretty big. Big enough that they even have airplanes from NASA. NASA does outer space stuff, kinda like what Cid Highwind wanted to do, in your world.

We had to stop here. It was so hot that the plane couldn't climb very well without the engine overheating. So we're gonna wake up early in the morning before the sun roasts everything all to hell. Then, it should be a little easier to get to where we intended to stop.

We eventually got to the hotel and got a dinner. I still wasn't especially hungry, but I ate anyways; it's important:

...And now I am here. J snagged a picture of me that sums up my internal and external state fairly well:

...I'm very tired. And dehydrated, probably. The last couple of weeks have been eye-opening in a variety of ways, but... also stressful.

...I wonder if a worse version of this is what you must have felt like when Shinra was sending you all over the place to do goodness-knows-what. At least in my case, I am doing a thing I actually WANT to do, alongside a person I love very much, whom I feel safe and understood with. Even this mostly leisurely travel is hard; I can't imagine how stressful your travels must have been for you.

We got back to the hotel and talked to M. I told him what became of the Bag of Holding. I... didn't know it had sentimental value to him. I thought it was just a bag; we got it at PAX East in 2012, and the bag served us for a long time, but... now it's not usable, so I thought... well. It didn't matter what I thought. I made the mistake of thinking it was just a bag, and that it could be easily replaced with something of similar caliber.

He said that, although he agreed with the decision to leave it behind, he still wishes that we had talked to him about it first. I apologized; I didn't know, but... the not knowing won't erase the fact that he's sad, and that there's not anything I can do about it now. I made a mistake, and the only thing for it is accountability and changed behavior on my part.

...Also, there's a lot of hateful propaganda being broadcast on the news out here. It's more than a little scary, actually. I don't really know how things are going to pan out, but... they're talking about “tracking” autistic people and about expanding the torture prison in El Salvador. I can only imagine that this means that autistic people are next in line to be scooped up and disappeared, after immigrants.

...I'm scared. Scared for all the people I know are gonna suffer. Scared for the people I already know are suffering. Scared for my friends. Scared for my little family living in our little house. But... I don't really know what to do other than keep on keepin' on.

I guess that's it for today. I gotta go to bed. Up probably at like 5 tomorrow morning.

I love you so much. And I hope you're staying safe out there. We'll try our best to remain safe, too.

I'll write again tomorrow. Watch over us, okay...?

Your friend, Lumine

[sstormyskyess]

author's note: very self-indulgent content alert!! anyway i wanted to put something out there since i haven't updated in a hot second [my fall semester just ended and i am truly exhausted, but most requests will be done by the end of the year!] please enjoy some roommate headcanons for these two

author's note 2: also i have a lot of thoughts about them so this is probably gonna be my first series [there's gonna be a separate category on my masterlist for them] and also also don't hesitate to send little thoughts in about them i'm so open to spitballing with you guys 💜

cw: nothing, just fluff!

word count: 1600+

John "Soap" Mactavish / GN!Reader / Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

John “Soap” MacTavish

♡ If you’re touch-starved, Soap has you absolutely covered. If you two are sitting on the couch, or at your dinner table, or you just need someone to be by your side, he’ll be ready and willing to have an arm around your shoulders to hold you close.

You frown as you look down at your phone, the screen bright in the darkness of the living room. The person you made plans with tonight was now completely ghosting you, so you were just here, sitting on your couch alone in the middle of the night.

Your phone plops down on the couch when you toss it away, a weird sense of relief coming to you when it disappears in the sea of blankets to your side. You didn’t want to wake Johnny or Kyle with the TV, but you end up flipping the screen on to put on something to drone out the feeling of being left on ‘sent.’

A good fifteen or twenty minutes pass before you’re finally starting to wind down just a smidge, but little did you know, a certain blue-eyed scot had been watching you quietly from the hallway. You jump when his hands meet your shoulders and massage them gently. “What’re you doin’ up, bonnie?” He asks, smiling when you look up to meet his eyes.

“No reason, really.” You pout, your gaze darting to your phone. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t mention it when he sits down between you and the source of your worries. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder, turning toward the TV. “You mentioned this show a few days ago, right?” He hums when you nod. “You wanna tell me about it?” You smile and nod again, settling into his side and you start to explain the premise to him.

♡ He’s the type of friend that makes all the plans for nights out (or in, depending on your preference), so expect him to be throwing out ideas for little get-togethers. He also knows your schedule very well because of this, which initially caught you off-guard when it first started happening.

♡ He is constantly doing the weirdest things around the apartment and there have been a number of times where you’ve walked in on him “trying out a new hobby,” one which would probably get all three of you evicted because of how needlessly dangerous it was. The one that you can very distinctly remember was his fascination with fire eating, which you quickly stopped for many, many reasons.

♡ Soap refuses to leave for a deployment without seeing you right before he leaves. He has to get his goodbye hug in, after all! Even with Gaz trying to drag him out so they’re not late, he’s gonna be sitting right there at the door until you get back home because it wouldn’t be fair to just leave without seeing them one more time before they were gone for a few weeks, if not more.

Kyle rubs a hand over his face and stares at Johnny, who’s leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the door expectantly. “Soap, we have to get to the station. The next train comes by in twenty minutes and it’s a fifteen minute walk,” he reminds Johnny for what felt like the thirtieth time.

“We’ll make it! Stop worrying so much,” Johnny says with a smile. “Plus, you know how I feel about leaving without saying ‘bye,’ Garrick.” Kyle rolls his eyes and takes another peek at the time on his phone screen.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the sound of the front door unlocking has Johnny perking up and standing up fully. The moment you enter the door, he’s already on you, pulling you into a big, tight hug. Your confused noise is muffled by his chest and you have to force yourself away a bit just to get a look at him. “Are you guys leaving?”

Johnny gives you an affirmative hum and pulls away, still holding your shoulders. “We’ll be back soon, though. Price said it would only be a couple weeks this time around, yeah?” He looks to Kyle who nods and walks over with his bag slung over his shoulder.

You smile as you look between the two of them, scooting to the side to set your things down and pull them both into a firm group hug. “You’d both better come back safe. I don’t want to get a call from your captain like last time, John.” You give him a scolding tone and he looks a little sheepish, but you cap your words off with a laugh, letting him bury his face into your shoulder with a grin. “We will, promise.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

♡ Gaz stays at your flat more than Soap does because he has less family obligations. So, more often than not, he’ll be coming back to you. That’s not to say he has no family, but he’s definitely not as close to them compared to Soap and his family.

You groan at the sound of your sweet little kitty, Albright, meowing up a storm in the living room. You turn over to his bedside table, picking up your phone. It was still three hours until Albright was supposed to be fed and you were supposed to get up and ready for work. Why the hell was he being so insanely loud?

You roll out of bed with a huff, pulling on your sleep shirt: a painfully oversized t-shirt you stole from Johnny a couple years ago. You don’t even bother putting any socks on before stepping onto the practically freezing hardwood floor, grimacing at the chill that traveled up your legs. Shaking your head, you leave your room and turn on the hallway light.

“Shit—did we wake you up?” The sound of Kyle’s voice made you jump right out of your skin, a yelp leaving your lips that was probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear. “Kyle, what is wrong with you?! You couldn’t have let me know you were gonna be back tonight?” You hiss. You roll your eyes when Kyle just shrugs and walks over to you with Albright purring in his arms. It was hard to be mad at a sight like that, with Kyle’s handsome face sporting a little guilty smile and the orange tabby cat making biscuits on his chest. “Sorry, love. I hope you’ll forgive us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter with a poorly suppressed smile on your face. “Is Johnny with you?” Kyle shakes his head and lets Albright jump down from his hold. “He’s back in Scotland with his family.” You frown at that, crossing your arms. “That bastard.”

Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at that. He puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down a few times. “Next time, I’ll force him to come back. Don’t you worry.”

♡ He's an absolute menace when it comes to doing chores around the house. You and Soap insist that you want to help but he shuts you both down every time simply because he just likes cleaning and organizing and everything in between.

♡ Gaz is the type to stay on his military schedule even off-base, so he’s often awake before both you and Soap. He definitely takes advantage of it, too; you get up and ready for work and he’ll already have all your things together and a quick, healthy breakfast to take with you. All the while, he’s sitting on the couch invested in the little show he’s been meaning to catch up on, as though he hadn’t done anything at all.

♡ Even before moving in with Gaz, you would swear he had some kind of sixth sense for knowing when you or Soap weren’t feeling great. The both of you could think that you were hiding it decently well but Gaz would be there to prove you wrong 99% of the time, the other 1% being when he wasn’t around at all. He’ll always be doing the little things to make sure you know he’s there for you, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t work.

The first thing you notice when you get into your bedroom is the mass of folded laundry on your bed, the laundry that you had been planning on taking care of for a few days now but never got around to. Your various life obligations had been getting tiresome, so you were coming home exhausted every day and immediately going to bed after Kyle and Johnny basically forced you to get some food in your system.

The second thing you notice is your thermos sitting neatly on your desk with a post-it note attached to the lid. You look at it, confused, and pick it up with a tilt of your head. You smile gleefully when you read, in Kyle’s handwriting, ‘Made your favorite, drink up!’ with a little smiley face and a heart next to the words.

With a happy sigh, you open it up and take a sip of your favorite warm drink, perfectly made just to your liking. A couple knocks on your door snap you back to reality. “Come in!” You call, you smile widening when Kyle’s face greets you on the other side. You meet him halfway and he gives you a short but sweet side hug, his head resting on top of yours.

“How was work, love?” He pulls away to get a good look at you. You look a bit disheveled to be frank, but at least your smile was reaching your eyes, a wonderful sight to be sure. You give him a non-committal hum, and he nods, taking hold of your wrist. “C’mon, let’s get food. We’re ordering out tonight, what do you want to get?” You let him pull you to the living room and he lets you rattle off the food you were looking forward to.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ghostofasecretary]

uuuuuuuugh fine i will "make" "a" "list"

ETA1: it's Friday and this list is getting Used, Babey, so also it looks nothing like it did. cool

more or less done:

- set ideal date for friend hang, send text once plans are possible; (Thurs) text J+A re: Sunday or Monday options (preferably Sunday)

- (Thurs) GET THE BEEPING DOWNSTAIRS TO STOP OH MY F U C K I N G GOD EMAIL MANAGEMENT RIGHT NOW

- (Thurs) do you want that random light you picked up. can you shove it in a closet. you aren't using it so store it

- (Fri) do paid quiz tomorrow

- (Fri) text friend with experience w/medical bullshit re: his thoughts on. the one places' assessment of getting meds filled in state vs. no insurance options (brb crying) (i cannot afford this shit)

- (Fri) send psych a message re: please please please Fill My Meds

- (Fri) ETA1: defrost your frozen potato soup leftovers so you can remove from bag and reheat it for a meal

- (Fri) ETA1: hi maintenance.

- (Fri) miserable. fuck me. anyway tally new purchases + venmo movements. autism also demanded feeding so i guessed at my budget/income/etc also

+ (Fri) fix discrepancies in spreadsheet vs. reality

- (Fri) are you gonna do a short meeting for fun and self fulfillment and your career that also requires work? i mean probably not. but it sounds appealing aside from Oh God, Work

- (Fri) reply to email by, like, 9:30 if possible. 10:30?? okay 1:30. god. fuck me. fuck. DONE, GO ME.

- (Fri) ETA0: if your recent laundry gives you the fucking flush for the third time please just redo it. it's *probably* the cat essence and not your detergent. okay it made my hands flush but not my chest this time so i'm gonna call it as fine because i don't want to do the laundry again.

- (Fri) finish audiobook even tho it got less compelling

- (Fri craft task) finish cowl, finish one end, sew together, Sat: weave in second end

- (Fri food task) make tamarind extract

- (Fri food task) make dal rasam + rice? honestly probably just eat more carbs than normal for a bit

- the upstairs are so much. i would love for it to be. less dirty up there. damn. fuck. i don't want to negotiate with my roommate i just want to BUY A DRYING RACK SO SHE STOPS PUTTING DISHES TO DRY FACE UP ON THE COUNTER IT'S SO ANNOYING. when the other two are here this doesn't happen. why. i'm so annoyed and i would like to use my kitchen and also feel like it is clean. this will probably get sorted Monday? maybe just ignore it?? or i can. put a trash liner in and put some dishes up and make the space more in line with my desires. ok! chill! done on Friday

- Saturday: new soap, do some freaking clothes washing babeyyyyyy. socks, tights, green sweater, oh huh turquoise dress is really stained fuck, coral skirt, slips (leave other sweaters for other days), check other skirts for stains + spot clean?? made one thing worse but Oh Well

- Sat: repair! decorative! pillow case! it's a small thing that will ease your mind and make you happier

- Friday goal: eat lunch (...failed. whoops). succeeded Saturday! also made carrot walnut bread

- eat Sat dinner (reheat! soup! also maybe make some flatbread? idk man. that shit takes time)

- (Sun) Sat: file time sheet after 5pm Friday (to account for no Bonus Work) (time before/after work + however much else it takes to make 2 hours + .25 Quiz Hours) (i can do this anytime before Monday so make it Sat)

- (Sun) ETA2: seriously please acquire new vegetables this is Not Great in terms of. like. Variety

- (Sun) if no produce: go buy produce

- (Sun) shower. please

- (Mon) vacuum

- (Mon) ETA1: oh right LAST GRAD APP. UGHHHHHH. steps? Just Do It?

- ETA2: you have to apply to 4 by MONDAY which means do it SUNDAY and look at it TONIGHT, MAYBE.

- Monday leave standing hang early to do. uh. fucking. more work. it will at least get you money!! or not, it's a Snow Day

- (Mon) ETA1: pay psych bill. ETA2: tried, they said it "timed out" and i should wait at least 15min to see what's up? so. set timer and check back. did check back, check again Sat/today. ETA...3?: just do it

- (Mon) could you hang some art on the damn walls maybe

- (1/6/25) dust

- (1/7/25) repair apron straps

ETA2/Saturday list additions:

- ETA2: you want to do poetry this Friday so you must 1) type edits to t1, 2) type edits to t2, 3) type draft of M, 4) work on M and/or R (1/10/25), 5) do new smooth English translation (your fav song, that one) + send, 6) set + confirm meeting time

timeline:

- ETA2: Sun/Mon prep for teaching, review route, etc

- ETA2: call friend Tues

meds quest:

- actually M already gave advice, call hospital pharmacies. with what energy

feed autism:

- outfits 2024

- outfit spreadsheet?? meh

- nutrition spreadsheet

food:

- make a meal plan for lowest cost highest nutrition no-buy meals with current pantry supplies only. you have a lot of dried beans and some cans and frozen veg to last a few days and frozen blueberries and a thing of tofu and two carrots and a bit of dried fruit and some pumpkin puree and a bunch of nuts and three kinds of flours and oats; probably you can, like, live for a few days without having to buy groceries. but please do go to a food bank/free grocery store/etc. get canned tomatoes and something with vitamin C

- go to free grocery store

- make list of other food banks, you do not need things to be As Dire As Possible to use the resources meant to keep you from falling into the pit, y'know, further

oh god. HOLIDAY CARDS. FUCK ME:

+ write cards, literally only 2

+ add stamps

+ 20 minute round trip you can do this babey

cleaning/maintenance:

- (1/10/24) wash apron + sheets, change sheets over

- (1/7/24) ETA1: fix turquoise hem, how did it get so ragged, sad, this is an Important Garment and must be fixed!!

- clean bathtub

- repair coat pockets + lining hem

- repair main slip

- pj pant hem maintenance (coral hole, grey hem)

- get that jump ring measurement to J for 3d printing please so you can fix that cami

- preventative-ish darning/reinforcement of every canvas bag you own

- hem blue pants so you can fucking. wear them in town in winter lmao

- get rid of your useless polluted yarn please holy fucking shit, maybe someone else will want it, you don't. or try to clean it. but it doesn't need to be in your house if you are not going to fucking use it.

* i feel like i should be clear that i'm pretty fine, financially, as long as i keep working! i'm just. deeply terrified of having less than [set number] of dollars in my savings at any point and also of having to, like, actually pay off my loans. also i lost track of interest in forbearance like an idiot and am. afearéd

* ETA1: also my part time job is tied to the school year so i will need to either a) do more freelancing or b) get a second part time job so i don't starve this summer. and if my life works the way i've wanted it to and i need to move again, i will...not be able to afford the good version of that! so a second job/more income would be REALLY REALLY HELPFUL so that i DON'T FUCKING DIE. ...not that i'm going to. just. Scary!!!

* i am inches from going "i am never going to grad school, i am simply going to get a stable full time job ASAP and never leave even if it kills me" but like. also. i have met me

life is made up of so many small moments. i spent almost an hour talking to my mom mostly about my students and my job and how much i care about what i'm doing. i ate decent food today, albeit at weird hours. i'm so loved. i really hope the money works out okay. i'm gonna try to make it work out.

making lists helps to increase the chances of things working out, you've heard. good luck. i love you. go to bed. good night

[tyunniez]

here's a scrap while i do another request lol this was from my latest fic :33 decided to scrap it bcs i didn't like the plot that much

" yn, hurry the fuck up! we're gonna be late! " your own friend's voice echoed in the bathroom of your shared home. a tsk left your mouth as you stormed your way towards him.

" oh my god, do you know how to wait? ugh, i was almost done anyway. " you sassily replied before heading out the door, your frustrated best friend following behind.

the both of you got into the car, of course with him opening the door for you. immediately you opened the car's mirror to look at yourself again.

" weren't you just checking yourself out in the mirror earlier? " he raised his eyebrow at you, starting the engine before taking off.

you rolled your eyes as you closed the mirror. " we're going to a nice place. not my fault for wanting to look my best! " your friend nodded, already used to your behavior.

the restaurant soon came into view, the exterior itself already speaking volumes of how fancy the place was.

excitement sparkled in your eyes as you pulled out your phone to snap pictures of the restaurant. " woah. i wonder how the interior looks like... "

he smirks while pulling the car to a valet place.

to celebrate your fifth year anniversary as friends, your best friend decided to take you to a recent restaurant he's been eyeing. you knowing how loaded he was already knew you just had to look your best for the occasion.

and boy were you right to dress up extra fancy.

as soon as you entered the restaurant, your jaw literally dropped to the floor as you admired the beautiful interior.

the simple dark aesthetic of the restaurant gives off a very sophisticated aura. the shiny dark wooden flooring accompanied by the aesthetically pleasing furniture and decorations really sets the mood.

" right this way, sir. " the waiter guided the both of you to a private room. the room had a beautiful view of the night sky. the bustling city below gave the sky a nice shine, the stars also shining up the sky.

the waiter then soon left the room after seating the both of you, leaving you alone with him.

" so how do you like it here? this place has been a personal favorite of mine for a while. ". you smiled and nodded at him " this place is so nice! god i wonder how the food tastes.. " your expectation soon began lowering itself as you were reminded of the many fine dining you went to with horrid foods.

" don't worry, i personally know the chef here. i can guarantee this place is a ten out of ten. "

you hummed before taking your phone out again to snap pictures of the place and the view in front of you, not forgetting to maybe sneak a couple pictures of him.

soon dinner was served and the food did not disappoint.

from the appetizers to the desserts, everything tasted perfect. honestly, you felt like you could keep eating forever.

but throughout dinner, he noticed how you kept looking at your reflection in your phone, playing with the buttons on your dress shirt, and messing around with your hair.

a giggle left your mouth as you looked to the side, opting to fix your hair in the mirror once again.

" yn, do you not like it here? you've been messing with your shit and hair and you don't seem as excited.. " he sighed.

you rolled your eyes at him again, seemingly annoyed having to even answer his question. " ugh no the place is fine, it's just i should've honestly picked the maroon-colored shirt earlier! " you whined at him.

" and i'm starting to get bored of my hair.. but i don't know what to do with it! "

an irk mark visibly appeared on his forehead as he stared at you. " a few days ago i went to a salon and asked if you wanted to come along.. to which you replied by accusing me of not liking your hair as it is now. "

you tried to defend yourself but got interrupted by him. " earlier, you asked me to choose between that dress shirt or that maroon one. you ended up picking this one despite me picking the maroon one. "

you scratched your neck while looking away, trying to come up with a response. " uh well.. it's not my fault for being a bit picky! ugh, you're just.. i don't know, maybe bland? "

he tilted his head a bit while raising an eyebrow at you, urging you to continue. " you always wear the same thing and the same color. honestly, i can't believe you're rich but wear the same shit every day! "

a scoff left his mouth as he finally rolled his eyes at you. " me? bland? oh please, at least im not a drama queen like you, always taking hours just to find a shirt. "

you gasped as you looked him up and down. " um, i am not a drama queen? "

[imoosgnaj]

[CHINESE NEW YEAR SPECIAL] Celebrate Chinese New Year with SKZ 🎆

genre: fluff (some funny scenes)

a/n: I started writing this back in January lmao. The whole ff is written in first person point of view. Anyway Happy Chinese New Year!

warning: none? however, there are members from Aespa, NCT and Seventeen appearing in this fanfic

A few days before New Year, your team members heared you and Chenle's conversation, and they used their phone to translate live--

Chenle: "Can you go home for New Year?"

You: "WAIT YOU CAN GO HOME??? Bro this is so not fait! Ugh, it's been so long time..."

Chenle: "Then how are you gonna celebrate it? You wanna come and have dinner with the Chinese line?"

You: "I'd love to but, I still gonna record Kingdom that day, and it'll be too late for food when I'm done."

Chenle: "Okay superstar, in that case I will just go have fun with the Ningning The 8 and Jun, but I will send you picture so don't worry!"

You: "Ugh ok, bye"

Chan opened his phone to check the calender: "Yea, it's Chinese New Year soon."

"Kingdom starts that day," Says Lee Know, "We sure don't know when we will be back."

"But this holiday must be very important for her!" Hyunjin searched it up, "It's the biggest holiday in China, look!"

"Clench your fist, get up early and sleep late, I mean, it's for her right?" Changbin says to everyone.

Everyone agreed, so now they are doing the 'missions' again.

"New Year requires..." Because Chinese has different traditions than Korean, Chan needs to search it up and read them one by one: "Eat dumplings, spring couplets, fireworks, red envelopes..."

"Red envelopes?" Felix scratcher his head, "What are those?"

Felix immediately took out his phone: "Let me ask Chenle."

Chenle picked up his phone after one second.

Chenle: "What's up Yongbogi?"

Felix: "Heyyyyy, long time no see buddy! So since Soomi can't celebrate New Year with yall, we are worried that she will feel sad, and we wanna celebrate it with her! But we don't know that much about the traditions, can you explain them?"

Chenle: "Ah of course! I promise I won't tell Soomi. Let me tell you..."

About the traditions, uh yes, it went on for at least one hour.

After this one hour, you were told about the plans (by Chenle of course)

"Everyone's so good to you," Chenle is just chatting with you, but he doesn't know that you are so touched that you have tears in your eyes.

"Yea," You sneezed, "But why you told me early! I'm worried that I can't take it by then."

"Hey don't tell them about this!"

"Fine!" You ended the call.

Busy days always fly past, it's New Year's Eve in a blink. Because you were busy rehearsing for the stage the day before, you barely had any rest, you are so tired after the shooting today and even forgot how special today is! You started sleeping once you got on car.

"Are the red envelopes ready?" Chan talked quietly on the car.

"Yes they are!" Lee Know took out an envelope with 'luck' on it from his pocket.

"What about the spring couplets?" Chan nods, and then kept on checking.

"I wrote together with Seungminnie, I asked Yao Chen to check it, it's on the table." Felix tapped Chan's shoulder and told him no worries.

"Dumplings?"

"Yea I made them together with Jeogin and Changbin hyung," Hyunjin went on, "and fish too."

"Okay!" Chan pretended to clap, "The fireworks are also ready, Minho should also be checking on the other car, we just need to make sure to being Soomi up the building later, don't wake her up."

The cars soon arrived at the dorm. You had absolutely no idea because you were sleeping so well. Chan picked you up carefully, Felix protected your head, moved you out the car and successfully carried you back to dorm.

It's even harder to let the kids quiet down when cooking than sscend to heaven. Lee Know clenched his fist because Hyunjin accidently hit a bowl and it fell on the floor; Jeogin needed to watch Jisung's mouth just in case he randomly started singing; about Changbin, Chan taped his mouth because his mouth is literally a weapon.

You got woken up by the great smell of food. The air is filled with sweet smells, the type of sweet smell that are rare in Korean foods.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, opened your bedroom door and walked out. Although you already knew that they are going to give you a surprise, but when seeing all the Chinese food on the table, you were still shocked. I mean, who doesn't love food right?"

Chan, who just put the last dish on the table, saw you coming out and said to you: "Heyyyy, I was just about to let Felix call you! Come sit down!"

Before Chan finished, Felix and Han already grabbed your hands and took you to your seat.

'It must be the water vapor...' You thought, teary in your eyes.

"Ahw why are you crying?" Lee Know denied your thoughts, took a napkin and wiped your tears.

"I......" You still wanted to argue, but started crying once you opened your mouth: "You guys are so nice, I'm so touched..."

The other members took their seats soon after, Lee Know patted your head: "You know why we are so nice to you? Because we think you are so nice to us too!"

Changbin counldn't help it, he ate a dumping first and it was so hot he grinned. "YES SOOMI, you are so good to us you know? C'mon, the food will get cold if you don't eat them now."

Seungmin, who sat next to you, put some vegetables in your bowl and handed you a pair of chopsticks: "Try them! We learned one dish each."

You still couldn't help but sob. You picked up a piece of fish and was about to eat, but you were blocked by Seungmin: "No, sobbing and eating at the same time will make you choke." He said, his other hand patted your back gently.

After seeing you moving your chopticks, Changbin started calling everyone and began to eat: "Eat quick! We have bigger surprises waiting for you!" You smiled when watching him like this.

After pouring drinks, Chan raised his cup: "In the past year, we all did great, especiall our maknae! As the only girl in our team, she has taken off a lot of pressure. In the next year we will also be moving forward, and get better and better."

"CHEERS!" Everyone shouted, your happy faces are reflected on the cups.

"Following the Chinese traditions, we put 3 coins in the dumplings! Now eat" Lee Know handed you some dumplings.

You took a bit: "Hey I got it!" You spited out the coin, "Not every dumplings have a coin right?"

"How's that possible?" Even with that being said, Jeogin still thought it's magical, "Our maknae will become rich next year hehe."

However, Lee Know and Chan are acting calm: because the first dumpling you ate was marked by us.

It's just a little trick used by the oldest members, but it can truly bring you happiness. This is surely the best meal you've had ever since you came to South Korea.

Tag: @mynameisnotlaura @hyunmikim

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story

Finally arrived at home after a long day at the hospital. N. & I had planned to see each other later, but we'll catch up on our date tomorrow. I was so tired... My family was exciting waiting for me at home. My Mom made dinner. She and Ana immediately wanted to see my Baby's first Ultrasound pic.

My Mom took my Baby's pic and hung it up on the wall next to Ana’s and my photo in a empty, nice frame, where Daniel's & my pic was before.😔 A nice gesture to show me, that she is happy about my Baby. Though the situation was still a bit tense. My Dad wasn’t upset or anything, but he usually didn’t say anything, when we talked about Nico's & my Baby. He was also happy for me, supported me and all this, but he was more reserved when it came to my pregnancy. He was worried about my Baby’s development & health due to the meds I was taking.🙁

After dinner I played with my cat. Ana & I constantly took pics of Lucky. He’s so cute, he really enjoed posing for us. Lucky loved it at my parent's place. He was so happy here. Meanwhile it became his new home.

I missed my room & my bed, while I was at my grandparents. Here it's just more comfortable for me. My bedding smelled wonderful. Soft & pleasantly fresh. Idk how my Mom does it, but she, her/our home and stuff, always smells perfect. I was even often asked at work by co-workers, who sat next to me in the office, what kind of nice smell this is on my clothes? Anyway! Even though I slept well, the next morning I didn't feel good.

I realized that I usually felt nauseous in the morning after waking up since I was pregnant. I had to eat something to get rid of my nausea. I just didn't know that yet at that time. My Mom heard me in the bathroom. I coughed and choked, my stomach was empty but my body still reflexively tried to throw up. Anyone who’s ever been pregnant knows what I mean. However, after I was.... done, I was totally exhausted but I felt a relief. As I washed my hands, my Mom came to me in the bathroom. She immediately started scrubbing the toilet.😅🤦‍♀️She's such a neat FREAK!

Me: Mom? What are you doing? I was just about to clean the toilet.

Mom: It's ok. You can take a shower so you will still have enough time for breakfast before going to work. I just wanna help you... I know how you feel rn. It's.... not fair.

Me: Not fair? What do you mean?

Mom: Well, having a child... Everything always stucks with us women. Pregnancy, delivery and even later. But you're not alone, A. Your Dad are there.

Me: I know. Thanks. But N. will help me too. He wants that.

Mom: Why isn’t he with you? He promised to be there for you. But to me it seems... Nico doesn’t add anything to all this. I mean... your Baby will need a room, a bed, a stroller and many other little things. Like I said, your Dad and I will handle all this. But I think Nico or his parents should add something too. They are doing a lot better financially than us, A. I hope you don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to argue with you or him. But you should tell his Mom. They need to know you’re pregnant. He will soon have to go abroad again. His parents should also help a bit.

Me: You're right! I'm gonna talk to him later. But about N. & me, you're wrong! It was my fault.

Mom: When he was sleeping with you, he didn’t mind you being married. Now that it’s getting serious, you’re pregnant, he suddenly got doubts?

Me: Yea, that's right. He'd say I failed him. He trusted me, but I hesitated with the divorce. You know?

Mom: Look, I’m staying out of your.... relationship. But some important details, you should make clear to him!... For Nico nothing has really changed. He will continue to play soccer, live abroad and you will be here alone with your child. Make sure he will support you financially! Tell his family, A.!

And again, my Mom was right! 🙁I'll be here alone. I have to sort all these things out with him. We don’t have much time left. Only 2 months! In September he has to go back abroad.

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