#didn't have time to post it yesterday so yeah... im late

[4chensungs]

don’t kiss and tell

brothers best friend!jisung x fem. reader

after the incident of your brother finding out you hooked up with one of his friends, you promised to yourself to never look out for him anymore. but who says he’ll give up on you that easily?

wc. 2.8k

warnings. smut (mdni), jisung is down bad, body worship like crazy in here, tit sucking, fingering, ass slapping, unprotected sex

part 1 for context here <3

IT HAS BEEN one whole month since you last talked to jisung. one month since you saw him probably for the last time in a hot minute.

the last few weeks have been extremely unusual; you keep questioning yourself how was he doing, if he's even ever going to appear at your house again to hang out with you brother, like he always did. he's probably not.

and fuck jaemin, fuck him for screwing your bond with him. it's useless, pure jealousy and he's so stupid!, stupid for being this mad with one if his best friends of years, simply because he thinks you're still a child.

on the other hand, jisung is being not so subtle in the way he still wants you. he keeps liking the pics you post on your instagram stories, sometimes even replying to them. and it's the sad fact you're not giving him a single reply.

his mind wanders to the thought of you being already completely over him, wanting to distance yourself fully right now, thanks to your brother.

but your heart knows that's not what you want, and it keeps giving you a warning that the next time that you see him, these feelings will come back stronger than ever.

you miss him. so bad, thinking about him makes you sick.

you're laying in bed, scrolling quietly through your phone when the damn notification appears. why does he keep trying? you sigh out loud.

the__and.y liked your stories.

you ran your hands through your hair, turning off your phone to stare at the ceiling to collect your breath. you can't, your brother is still furious with both of you.

jisung ♡: why do u keep ignoring me in every existing social media

is he really going to do this? at this late at night?

jisung ♡: i miss you

you kept reading his messages and not replying. you didn't contact him for a month.

maybe, just maybe, things may have gotten lighter with jaemin. perhaps he's not really remembering this whole thing, yeah?

you: i'm sorry jisung

you: idk if this is right i really don't know

you: im confused

you turn off your phone again while waiting for his reply. let's give it a try.

jisung ♡: why wouldn't it be right

jisung ♡: jaemin can't control your life, you can do whatever you want

hm.

you: i felt bad that day and he's still so mad with you

you: idc if he's mad with me, he's my brother at the end of the day

you: i worry about you and how hes fucked up your friendship

jisung ♡: baby you know what's fucked up

jisung ♡: you trying to convince yourself that you don't want this because of him

jisung ♡: say to my face that you don't want it

you want this so fucking bad. to be in his arms again, and the thrill of being with him behind closed doors. god, that's all you want in every way.

you: ji

you: i want to see you

jisung ♡: that's right

jisung ♡: i've waited for this princess

jisung ♡: waited so long

you: i need you

you: i don't care anymore

you really don't give a fuck - your brother can hold his protectiveness instinct for himself, he actually can. you can't control what your heart aims for.

and it screams for park jisung.

"you can't ignore him forever, you know that?"

"who says I'm ignoring him? I texted him yesterday saying he should come this weekend." jaemin huffed, acting oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he invited jisung over was because of the boys' annual end of year party.

chenle deadpans at him with his stare, letting out a chuckle, "if you didn't invite him I would've done it myself." he paused, turning his head to look at the man, "that would be bullshit."

bullshit. jaemin swore he almost threw chenle out of the car in the harshest way possible - clicking his tongue in pure annoyance, "yeah, it was just fine when he fucked my sister behind my back."

"i'm pretty sure they did not fuck."

if you didn't then why were you both half naked. in his car. at your backyard?

"i'm telling you, I saw it. she was literally on top of him and she was fucking moaning his name, chenle. that's fucking wrong." your brother spat while still not looking at his friend - eyes focused on the road.

chenle keeps going, "cut this off, jaem. you can't see her as a baby anymore. let her live."

jisung is indeed coming to your house again - sooner than you thought. but it did take some days for you to find out, tho. you brother wasn't the one who told you.

in the same day, the last messages jisung sent you before you went to sleep.

jisung ♡: dress up prettily for me tomorrow

jisung ♡: will you?

you: what??

you: you're coming???

jisung ♡: jaemin told me to go and yeah i didn't expect it as well

jisung ♡: dreaming of you again

jisung ♡: kissing your sweet lips holding you so close to me

jisung ♡: it'll be all mine princess

you: go to sleep ji

you: silly

jisung ♡: i'll show you what's silly tomorrow

—

the sound of the boys laughing and loud pitching talking in the living room did quite mess with your head, anticipating the moment when he comes. it's crazy how you got so dolled up for him only, he's the reason why you're even going out of your room this night.

if it wasn't for jisung, you'd probably just greet the guys and come back to your own quiet place, drowning in your thoughts, alone. just like you always used to do before he appeared in your life.

a knock was heard on your door just right after you finished your makeup. unexpectedly, you meet a very tipsy jaemin.

"what the fuck is this outfit?" he spats, crossing his arms in front of his chest - his body unbalanced. for a split second, you closed your eyes and thanked all the existing Gods under your breath. he's drunk.

you smiled, "felt pretty today. you smell like beer, don't talk to me."

"hey, hey, hey." he grabbed your arm before you could close the door and kick him out, "come say hello to my friends. don't be rude."

you fixed your hair and outfit and went to the living room, being find with chenle, jeno and donghyuck's figures sat around the big table, nestled with all the different kinds of drinks and alcohol.

your breath hitched when jisung was nowhere to be found.

after greeting the guys, you decided to wait in your room - not sure on how, or when will jisung get there and you'll finally get to release all of your wants. show him how much you miss him and vice versa.

not much time had passed before another knock was heard on your door. you were sprawled on bed, dim lighting decorating the ambient.

"come in."

you said that because you thought it was your brother. jisung carefully opened the door, eyes peeking first to check on you.

that scene truly felt like a movie. you slowly got up, a smile starting to pop up in your lips as you walked to him.

your voice trembling, "hi, ji."

you opened the door fully for him to enter your space, he wasted no time to step in and pull you into a hug.

a mess was happening in your head, so ridiculously dizzy from him - the masculine smell of his cologne filling your nostrils, his hands holding your body flush to him while yours gripped his black t shirt, so simple and casual but yet made him look so attractive.

or maybe that’s just because you miss him a lot.

jisung leaned away from your embrace, gently taking your hair out of your face while holding eye contact - hands flew to your hips.

"you look gorgeous. more than ever."

your arms secured their hold around his neck, feeling your cheeks burning red from his words, "just for you." you announced.

he nodded, "all for me."

you both smiled like two idiots in love as he leaned down to kiss you, mouths melting so sweet at first - tongues brushing here and there, hums being heard throughout the kiss, "so pretty in this dress." he mumbles in between.

his back hits the door as he closes it, left hand leaving your hips for a mere second just to lock it.  making absolute sure that no one will be able to interrupt.

jisung grabs a hold of your thighs to help you walk further into your room, so familiar to him.

all the times you've sneaked out, when jisung slept by and left jaemin's room in the middle of the night when he was in a deep sleep. all behind his back with so much carefulness.

when he lays you down he's quick to trail his wet kisses down to your neck, firm hands caressing your whole body, going up and down in motions.

you arch into him, playing with his black hair strands as his face rests on your chest, meanwhile his lips keeps smooching your hot skin.

you sigh in contentment, knees pressing together - trying to give him a sign that you're needy, so painfully needy for him.

"jisung i want- mhhm" your words get cut off by your own whine when his hand grabs the top of your dress to pull it down, hanging it just below your bra.

"don't want to take your dress off.. youre looking too beautiful like this." his deep voice quietly said.

you smile at his sweet comment, holding back all your whines combined with the feeling of his fingers messing with the lace of your white bra, throwing your head back with no shame when he pulls the fabric down to expose your breasts, still not taking it off your body.

"so pretty, princess. i could admire you all day."

cool air is fast to hit but it's soon replaced by jisung's hot mouth, circling your breast with his tongue, hand massaging the other while his mouth does wonders on your soft flesh.

when he reaches for your nipple you whine even louder, his saliva pooling and soaking your whole breast when he sucks it into his warm hot mouth, humming nonstop.

"you're crazy ji-jisung."

"should i stop?" he teases, leaning his mouth away from your nipple and replacing it with his finger, rubbing it.

"no for fucks sake.. but I'm trying so hard to keep quiet." your voice trembled slightly.

jisung looks at you then laughs, “they’re so wasted right now, no one’s conscious in that room, love.”

you pout at him, he softly traces your bottom lip with his thumb before kissing you again, “I promise you, it’s okay. but I need you to tell me it’s okay with you.”

his soft and caring voice did turn you on even more, it shouldn’t, but it made you wetter. eyes holding so much love and appreciation looking at yours - “I want this. I want you, ji.”

jisung smiles one more time, giving you a nod and resumed his work, mumbling a deep “fuck” under his breath when he tested the waters, hand went under your dress to feel your core.

he pulled the ends of your dress up to your stomach, your thighs ridiculously pressed together. you should be ashamed of how wet you were, but you’re not, not even a single bit.

he gives your thighs a caress, “let me spread them, hm?”

your breath hitches when he brings your knees to your chest, spreading you all open and full for him. jisung mentally coos at the scene in front of him.

just like your bra, white lace panties with a wet dark patch decorated in the middle, like a gift for him. it drove him crazy.

“did you miss me that much, princess?” you can only moan as response when he touches the wet patch with his finger before pulling the lace to the side, holding it in place with one finger, while his middle finger travels up and down your cunt.

wet, so fucking wet, “fuck. love, i might cum just by looking at this.” he cursed and cursed again, eyes wide open and looking straight at your puffy displayed cunt, so wet just for him. he knew that and so did you.

“oh fuck baby i can’t-“ jisung’s fingers spread you open to admire you better - in love, genuinely in love with how your pretty pussy shines for him, glistening and begging to suck him in.

he leans down fast enough to give your clit a quick kiss, “can’t stop thinking about how beautiful she is.” still caressing your core.

you moan his name desperately at his nasty but sweet comment, tons of whines and “jisung” ‘s leaving your mouth.

“ji please. want your fingers.” you manage to say.

“of course, gotta prep my beautiful girl.” he smiles, an expert finger circling your clit before diving down into your entrance. covered with slick, your cunt invites him just as soon.

experienced fingers pumping in and out continuously, you whine with your eyes closed at the sound of wetness.

jisung’s in complete awe, stoping his staring at your hole to kiss your face, first at the corner of your mouth, then at your lips, shutting your whines off.

“you’re perfect.” he leans away to say.

nothing’s more perfect in this world than the sensation of his long and thick fingers inside you, scissoring you and reaching the deepest and most sensitive spots ever. you’ll say that to him later.

you try to smile but you soon harshly bite your lip when he curled his two fingers inside, you yelped, “jisung! oh my god-“

he kisses you again, and again, until he’s satisfied and thinks you’re ready to take him. jisung’s fingers leave you empty, and you let out a cry - his eyes make their way to between your legs to see how you’re pulsating.

“never seen my princess this wet..” deep cocky voice says.

you reach out to take off your dress, “i’ve missed you.”

when your dress was discarded to the floor, he was quick to unbutton his jeans as they went to the same destination of your clothes.

you could see his erection through his boxers, and as much as you want to such him off right now, you’re needing him inside. now.

your panties were about to be discarded before jisung grabbed your hand and shook his head, “want them on, baby. s’ pretty. keep the bra too.”

knowing how he likes it with you, you turned around and pinned your front to the bed, arching your back and your ass in the air.

“fuck, just like that.” he pumps his cock at first, cooing you while you wait for him.

jisung’s hands flew to your back to arch it even more, then to hold your hips. he rubs the head of his dick on your entrance, how your pussy almost sucks him in just from the rubbing.

when he enters you, you let out a little too loud moan. hands clutching the sheets and tears filling your eyes.

he’s completely focused on how you keep clenching around him - the amusing view of your cunt sucking him all the way in, then out again.

your hips were pressed to his shaft, feeling him so fucking deep into your womb.

jisung coos again, “you don’t know how I’ve been dying for this.” he slaps your ass.

“jisung! jisung fuck, jisung.” you whine like a baby, lost in the pleasure. ass stinging from his big hand slap and cunt begging to be filled until you get sore.

“my love.” another slap, “fucking made just for me.”

his cock is so big and it leaves you like a babbling mess, so big that it almost hurts from how good it is, hits you in all places.

you both were getting closer, his thrusts started to get sloppier and messier, slower as he pulled away to release at your back.

your own release dripped down your pussy and thighs, while his hot cum painted your back down to your ass cheeks. what a scene.

“want them all to see this mess.. jaemin needs to see how you’re good to me.“ he admires the sight of your cunt clenching and unclenching around absolutely nothing but the air, “can’t believe you’re mine and no one can ever change that.”

you tiredly laid back on your back again, trying to fix your hair. jisung’s sweaty body joined you after tossing the dirty sheets aside, he breathes heavy, but still with that cute smile on his lips.

“do you think they heard something?.” you look up at him, voice low.

jisung thinks for a second, furrowing his brows, “i honestly don’t think so, baby. but you need to change these sheets..”

“of course i will, ji.” you laughed fondly. there’s still some questions hanging in the air, with what face will he come back to the boys?

“and if they ask you where were you this whole time and what were you doing…?”

“then i’ll just say that i was fucking the prettiest girl in the family and i don’t regret it.”

—

© 4chensungs

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Hii I love your writing, especially your jason todd fics! I was wondering if I could get a jason todd x reader, where she has had a lot of stress on her and it’s basically just fluff with a slight bit of angst. You can do it as headcanons or a one shot, it’s up to you! Thank you and have a good rest of your day <3333

Aww ty!! Im so sorry this took so long, life has been a little hectic recently, so this is a good time for me to get back into things

Just a Crappy Night

Jason Todd x Stressed! Reader

Guys I promise I'll start posting more regularly soon😰

First, your alarm didn't go off.

It wasn't a huge deal, at first. You woke up at 6:27 AM, so you still had a bit of time to do your makeup and hair before work. But waking up almost half an hour late puts every one into a crappy mood.

Then, your car keys died on you.

Honestly, you don't think they ever have before. You didn't even have the right batteries to replace them! And, of course, it was the cold-as-balls spring Gotham weather that greeted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. To make things worse, all of your good sweaters were still in the back seat or trunk, so you had to walk to the nearest convenience store in a T-shirt. It was fucking cold.

You could feel it in your bones—like the kind of cold that gnaws, not just chills. The wind cut across your skin every time it blew, and by the time you made it to the convenience store, your fingers were stiff and your nose wouldn't stop running. They didn’t even have the batteries you needed. You settled for an overpriced cup of coffee that tasted like burnt disappointment and barely stayed warm in your hands.

Then the train was late. Of course it was. And when it did come, it was packed. Shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers who didn’t understand the concept of personal space, you were pretty sure someone coughed directly onto your neck. Your earbuds died halfway through your playlist, leaving you alone with the sounds of screeching rails and someone’s toddler screaming about juice for seven stops.

At work, your boss sent an “urgent” email asking for a report you’d already submitted yesterday—twice. You pointed it out. They replied with a thumbs-up emoji. No apology. No acknowledgment. Just that damn emoji.

Lunch was worse. You were looking forward to the leftovers you’d brought from last night—Jason had cooked, and it was one of those rare nights he didn’t almost burn the kitchen down. But someone stole your container out of the break room fridge. Who does that?

You ended up eating sad vending machine pretzels and a can of flat soda while trying not to cry in front of your monitor.

The rest of the afternoon dragged. Your inbox wouldn’t stop pinging. You dropped your pen three times. A coworker made a passive-aggressive comment about your “resting stress face.” By the time you finally made it home, your feet hurt, your head ached, and you were one minor inconvenience away from losing it.

Then Jason showed up.

He let himself in, all leather jacket and soft eyes, carrying takeout and smiling like the world hadn't tried to ruin you all day. You didn’t even let him speak.

You didn’t even look at him when he walked in. You heard the door open, heard the soft thud of his boots on the floor and the rustle of the takeout bag, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Not because you didn’t want him there, but because you didn’t know what would come out of your mouth if you opened it.

Jason’s voice was soft. “Hey. Brought that dumpling place you like.”

You scoffed under your breath. That was what did it, somehow—not the keys, not the cold, not the train or your asshole boss or the lunch thief. The dumplings.

You stood up too fast. “Are you serious right now?”

Jason blinked, confused. “Uh. Yeah? I thought—”

“No, that’s the problem, Jason. You didn’t think.” You didn’t mean to yell. But your voice cracked and your throat burned and everything that had been building all day spilled out in a hot, ugly mess. “You don’t get to waltz in here and play hero with takeout like that fixes anything.”

He set the bag down slowly. His face stayed neutral, calm—but you knew him well enough to see the flicker in his eyes. The one that said he didn’t expect this.

“I wasn’t trying to fix anything,” he said carefully. “I just thought you might want something warm. Something easy.”

“Nothing’s easy.” You spat the words like poison. “Not today. Not this week. Not—God, Jason. I’m so tired.”

His silence pressed in around you. You hated it. Hated how patient he was. How gentle. How it made you feel like the worst person alive for yelling at someone who just wanted to feed you.

But the anger didn’t go away. It stayed under your skin like a fever. It wasn’t about him, but he was here. And you couldn’t keep holding it in.

“I had to walk in the fucking freezing cold, in a goddamn T-shirt, because I couldn’t get into my own car. I got coughed on. I had to eat fucking vending machine food while that bitch from accounting laughed like a hyena at something I wrote. And now you come in like some... fix-it boyfriend with dumplings and dimples and I—” Your voice broke. “I can’t do this right now. I just can’t.”

Jason stepped back, hands half-raised like he was surrendering. “Okay. That’s okay. You don’t have to.”

You stared at him. His face was unreadable now, jaw tight but eyes still soft. That just made it worse.

“I just need space,” you muttered, voice shaking. “I need, like... an hour. I just need not to be looked at like I’m broken, or sad, or something you have to fix."

Jason nodded once. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

You didn’t answer. You just slipped into your room, shut the door, and collapsed onto your bed. You didn’t cry at first. You just lay there, clutching a pillow like it might hold you together.

Eventually the tears came. Silent, exhausted, hollowing. Not loud or dramatic—just the kind that made your chest hurt.

An hour later, the door creaked open. All you heard were soft footsteps. No words. Jason climbed into the bed behind you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you close before covering you with the plush comforter. You didn’t resist. He didn’t say anything. Just held you. He kept one hand on your hip, the other brushing slow lines across your arm.

“I’m sorry I yelled,” you mumbled after a long while, the sound muffled slightly by his chest.

“I know,” he whispered into your hair, pressing a barely-there kiss to the crown of your head. "You're okay, sweetheart. It's all over now."

Eventually, the silence softened.

Your tears had dried into that hollow, shaky calm that comes after a storm—eyes puffy, throat sore, body heavy. Jason didn’t move. He just stayed wrapped around you, warm and steady, letting you breathe. Letting you be.

“Are the dumplings still warm?” you mumbled into his shirt.

He let out a small breath of a laugh. “Probably not. But I can heat them up.”

You shook your head against him. “Don’t wanna move."

There was a pause. Then: “Be right back.”

He slipped out of bed and padded quietly into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with the takeout bag, two sets of chopsticks, and the smell of something vaguely spicy and fried.

He sat on the edge of the bed, opened the box, and offered you the first bite like he always did.

You sat up, messy and quiet, and took it. The dumpling was warm-ish. A little soggy. But it tasted good—maybe even better than usual, because your stomach had been a clenched fist all day and now it was finally unclenching.

Jason climbed in next to you, cross-legged, holding the box between you both like it was sacred. You ate in silence, trading bites, not needing to say much. You didn’t even realize how hungry you were until the box was almost empty.

You licked chili oil off your thumb and looked at him. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For still being here.”

Jason looked at you like he always did when he wasn’t sure whether to kiss you or just hold you tighter. “You had a shitty day. That doesn’t scare me off.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I was kind of an asshole.”

He shrugged gently. “You didn’t mean it. And honestly? I’ve been worse.”

You laughed quietly, and he kissed the top of your head. “You want me to clean up?”

You shook your head. “Tomorrow.”

When the last dumpling was gone and you’d both fallen into that quiet post-meal haze, Jason reached over you carefully and grabbed the empty takeout box. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he leaned past the bed and set it gently on the nightstand, chopsticks sticking out like little flags of peace.

Then he turned back to you, tugged the blanket up over your shoulder, and smoothed it down like he was sealing you in.

“You good?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, too tired to speak, eyes already closing.

Jason kissed your forehead, then settled in beside you again, arm snug around your waist.

Masterlist

[vhstown]

happy birthday, hobie! 🎉

— hobie brown x gn!reader

summary: It's Hobie's birthday! Or at least it's the day he told you was his birthday... Maybe it is, in a way.

content/warnings: angst if you squint, mentions of a fire, implied underage drinking, confession... no way... no freaking way...

word count: 1.9k

a/n: okay this was meant to be posted on my 18th birthday but i had a levels and they beat my ass BUT ITS OVER YAYYYY i miss writing... whos gonna wait for 2027 bruh im already here... okay enough rambling onto the fic YEAHHHHH thank you to @qiuweyballs for the proofread

"And why do I gotta have my eyes closed for this?"

"Cause you do. Now be quie—" Your hands over his eyes, he still managed to pull you to a halt, a lamp post just a moment away from being crashed into.

"You sure you haven't got your eyes closed too?" You could feel his sly smile form against your hands.

"You were peeking."

"Was not." Of course he wasn't. Stupid Spider sense or something. Whatever.

"Just... come on already!"

Ignoring his amused huff, you took his hand to start walking again. He'd already run late to your place from a midday scuffle with a few tree-borne cats, and now he was saving you from evil lamp posts. It didn't help that you felt yesterday's rain seep into your shoes as you traversed the puddle-filled street, but at the very least it wasn't raining today. If anything, today was nicer than most days — as nice as London could be at this time of year anyway.

"Something special, yeah?" he muttered, mirth still in his voice.

"You'll see!"

"No need to be mysterious. I can do that for you, love."

"Yuck?" A smile was pressed between your lips, despite your reaction. From the back of his throat emerged his typical chuckle, and you felt your face soften without you telling it to. Ridiculous.

Finally, you approached the door. "Tommy's" — you'd been here more times than you could count. Good food and drinks, questionable practices, and the man himself, Tommy. You weren't entirely sure of his last name, if he even had one. He hadn't been thrilled at the prospect of his pub being used for a birthday celebration, but after prying from all of his regulars, he'd finally grumbled "as long as you (Hobie) pay your bloody tab!" The hard part was getting things organised. Decorations, drinks, and cake. Oh god, the cake.

You knew the cake couldn't be too sweet, but it also couldn't be too plain, and big enough to be split between everyone. A lot of people had pitched in, though. Most people really did like Hobie, despite his antics. It made sense —even when he wasn't Spider-Man, he was helping people, making light of the dullest moments, and so incredibly observant it freaked you out sometimes. And you liked him too, if it hadn't been obvious to everybody except for you this past year you'd known him. Hell, maybe you even loved him, if that word had some more time to simmer — if you could figure out what on Earth "love" even meant with someone like Hobie.

So you'd show him. Just how much he was appreciated. Just how much of a Hobie-shaped hole he'd dug into your town.

The pub door creaked open, and you removed your hands as to not let him figure it out before he was meant to.

"Open your eyes," you whispered.

"Happy birthday!"

As soon as he did, a chorus rang out of maybe the worst happy birthday performance you'd heard in your life. You couldn't help but join in, hands clapping together, and it was your turn to smile smugly. You don't think you've ever seen him flustered like this, almost bug-eyed.

That'll show him, bastard, you thought, laughing quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck, before some of his friends had come up to tackle him in embraces and firm slaps on the back. You could make out Tommy's sigh as they ushered Hobie over to the tables, and you followed too, flashing the old pub owner a polite smile.

"Is that… meant to be my face?" You couldn't help but laugh — from what emotion you weren't sure — as Hobie looked at his rather spectacular(-ly rushed) cake. The effort was there, you supposed, if you squinted really hard.

"Nah, don't violate. I tried my best, yeah?" one of his friends said, while the others snickered and laughed along with you. You stepped aside, letting them mingle as you got to the little empty space used for performances, carefully tapping on the microphone.

"Let's get to it, then," you say, drawing the excited energy that had been bubbling around the room towards you. "I'll be hosting today's trivia, and I'm gonna be tough, alright?"

Everyone sat in their usual spots, getting on their usual gossip as pieces of cake were distributed around. The pub felt like itself again, spirits high and birthday cheer blooming around Hobie.

A tall, lanky barman snaked his way around the tables, before he got to the spot where Hobie and his friends sat. You saw as Hobie shot out of his seat to help, and so did his friends, despite the barman's protests. He looked just older than a teenager, but had exhaustion to rival someone much older. He'd also only started working here recently — quiet, but could get the whole pub laughing at the occasional rude patron with his sharp tongue.

"And that's for you, love," Hobie drawled as he put a plate on the empty chair beside you.

"Oh, what would I do without you?" You raised your eyebrows for effect, before Hobie pulled on your cheek lightly. Your hand jutted out for one last slap on his shoulder before he got away, snickering to himself for just a moment.

You should've picked up his expression, his glance at the bag resting at his hip just then, but—

"We doing trivia, aye?" someone hollered at you.

"Yeah, yeah. This isn't any ordinary trivia, though! How much do you know about our birthday boy?"

"Oh, thank you Spider-Man. You always know when to show up."

"No worries, Auntie. Everyone's out safe, yeah?"

"Yes, yes. I just did a headcount."

Hobie smiled, though the woman couldn't see it through his mask, so he nodded too. There'd been an electrical fire at F.E.A.S.T shelter, and while the building was mostly fine, they definitely needed some refurnishing. First power cuts, and now electrical fires — if only today could've just been a cat-saving day.

While May had been calm and reassuring as always, he could see the twinge of worry on her face, barely a shadow on her dark skin, but still enough for him to mirror it too. The shelter was struggling with capacity as it was, and now they had more problems to deal with. He'd just have to volunteer some more, look for more volunteers too, probably.

"Well I best be going, yeah?" he said, giving her a wave. "I've gotta steal more jobs from the police and that."

"Oh of course." The woman chuckled, the sound comforting as always. "You go ahead. God bless you."

Everything was fine now. Another day saved. That was, if he could get back to the party undetected. The familiar tap of your shoes was doing him no favours, though, as it got closer. Another day ruined.

"Now where did you run off— Hey!"

Pulling you into the nearest by-street, he sighed. "Hey yourself. Why're you out here for? You not hosting Hobie-themed trivia?

"I could ask you the same— oh, nevermind. It's fine. Don't even worry." Your words crumbled like the side of that cake, and you shrug. "Everybody's… fine, your friends covered for you. You're taking the longest piss of your life in there right now."

"Great." Another sigh. He shouldn't be the one sighing so much right now, should he? "I'm… sorry, yeah?"

"I know. I get it. We have this conversation, like—"

"Every single time. I know. Look."

Mask pulled off his face, he put a hand on your shoulder, before knocking his forehead gently against yours. Warm. If he closed his eyes, maybe he could fall asleep standing up.

"Yeah?" you asked quietly. "What?"

"…Forgot."

"Oh, piss off…" You pushed him away from you, but he could make out that little smile you were fighting. The change in your breath. He always could. Sometimes he wondered which one of you was really the spider. It seemed like you drew him further into your web with every little curve of your lips. Each smile was a fibre carefully wrapped around his being. Oi, I'm no poet, yeah? Come out of it. Stop.

"It's not my birthday."

"What?"

"It's not my—"

"I heard you the first time. The hell do you mean by that? Today's not your birthday? You told me—"

"You remember the day we met?"

"Why's that even…"

"That's today."

You paused, brows furrowing, before your eyes finally drew towards his.

"When is your actual birthday?" you asked quietly.

"I don't know."

"Isn't it like, registered? On an ID?"

"Dunno that either. And you know Tommy don't ask for IDs."

"Yeah but… you never thought to check?"

Yet another sigh escaped him, feeling like grit salt out of his throat.

"Why today?" you prodded again. "Why did you tell me it was today?"

Truthfully, he hadn't meant to tell you any date, but it was the first that had come to mind with your insistence. One of the few dates from his personal life that he could recall without another thought. The day you met. The day you swore that you couldn't stand him. Not the day he was born, but the day he… finally felt alive.

"You can't figure it out, smarty pants?" he managed, half a smile on his face. You frowned. Wonderful. "Don't give me that."

"You're not giving me anything. I just don't… get it."

"Maybe I'm not. Haven't exactly been clear with you, have I?"

He slipped off his glove, hand to your cheek, heat sinking into your already warming skin. Instead of grit salt in his throat, it was his heart, and suddenly his breath was funny.

"Reason why I don't say nothing is because it don't mean anything. I could tell you that I love you til my voice starts to scratch, and it wouldn't be sincere, you know?"

It was as if you weren't sure what expression to make, but your eyes were gleaming, catching the stray bits of sunlight that had made it past the tall, concrete buildings. In your web.

"The day I met you, I… I didn't see it back then. How much it would change me. How much what I fight for is just as much for me as it is everyone else." Another quiet sigh escaped him, less like grit salt and more like cool wind. "I can't explain that. It's like… certainty. What it means to actually live."

Silence. He didn't know this feeling would come back so soon, the heaviness in his chest.

"How do you do that?" you whispered. "Say everything I don't know how to like it's nothing? I'm gonna punch you, I swear—"

Hobie snickered, before bumping his nose against yours. "How about we stop talking, then?"

"Hate you," you managed to get out, before he muffled your lips with his. It wasn't the most romantic kiss, interjected with each of your laughs and protests and assertions. How you ended up from one wall of the by-street to the other you had no idea. But the feeling of it — it was almost like he didn't have to say all of that beforehand. Everything had been encapsulated into that one kiss. The entire past year, every glance and late night thought and playful shove. Love. If only "love" could live up to that.

"Happy birthday, Hobie" you mumbled, kissing the corner of his mouth just one more time. Drawing one more fibre of the web to a close, as you smiled.

"I appreciate it, bug."

"That trivia would've ended some of your friendships, by the way. Good thing you're still setting a world record in that bathroom."

"That is criminal."

"Come catch me then, Spider-Man."

HOOOOBIEEE how i've missed hobie bro i gotta start writing again ummm lemme know what u thought thank you for reading hit like and subscribe and smash that notification bell idk okay BYE BYE ...

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──── ୨ৎ IM A FAN — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: hi lovelies! look its my first smau/fic (on this acc) and since i love making them here we are :))) hope you enjoy <3 sorry if this is too long btw. i need a grayson guys... maybe a possible series?!?!

grayson hawthorne was bored okay? he was bored, and for a man like him to be bored literally nothing must be happening. so how i hear you ask did he end up on the youtube page of a very popular booktuber? he blames xander, for watching her on the tv curled up with max earlier today. something about you.. intrigued him.

he stared at the account for the longest time before finally, finally clicking on your latest video about your fall tbr. and once he heard your voice it was like he was in a trance. the calmness of the video, your narration and the way you spoke to the viewers made him feel as if he was sitting there next to you on your bed.

he never watched this type of thing. he never really watched stuff at all. but suddenly here he was binge watching every single one of your videos. it was as if he had no control over himself and he just wanted to continue to watch them for the rest of the day.

by the time he had realised how late it was, it was dark out and the time read 6:43am. it must've been the delusion that made him type out the comment, or the fact that he hadn't actually slept yet. but either way he made a comment and that, that was the beginning of the start of everything.

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you screamed. you actually screamed when you saw the comment on you post. grayson hawthorne??? the grayson hawthorne had watched your video? holy mother of-

the hawthorne's were notorious, all of them were, but grayson, he had the largest fanbase. the most obsessive one. the one with the girls that go crazy over anything and everything about him. its insane to think that he had commented on your video.

you thought it might've been just a once off. y'know he was just scrolling on youtube - yeah right thats not believable at all - and he happened to stumble across your video?

or maybe it was xander, he's followed you for a while actually, occasionally commenting and flirting with max in the comments. maybe he put grayson up to it. a once off.

so grayson commenting on your video really meant nothing - lies it meant everything - nothing, it meant nothing. who even cares? you definitely don't.

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yn.books

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yn.books what are you reading right now? (psst the book of the month is divine rivals by rebecca ross!)

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user1 the book queen posted!!!

user2 i bought divine rivals yesterday can't wait until my copy comes!!

user3 i died when i read the end 😭 roman and iris my babies

user4 OH OH OH GRAYSON HAWTHORNE IN THE LIKES??????

user5 RIGHT AND AFTER HE COMMENTED ON HER VIDEO A FEW WEEKS AGO

graysonhawthorne would you recommend divine rivals?

yn.books yes 100% its such a lovely read i definitely recommend you read it!

user6 GRAYSON??????????? GRAYSON??????

user7 GRAYSON HAWTHORNE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?????

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"you bitch!" your best friend's voice fills your apartment as she rushes inside and stops dead in the living room. "why am i only now just finding out that grayson hawthorne comment on your posts?"

the murderous look on her face has you siting up quickly putting your book down on the couch. "...because i didn't tell you?"

"its the grayson hawthorne. i cannot believe that grayson hawthorne is commenting on your posts!" alya's harsh look turns gleeful as she rushes towards you and jumps on the couch - careful not to land on your book - and sidle up next to you to gossip.

"so why do we think he's interested in you all of a sudden?"

"he's not interested in me, alys."

"nope, he commented on your insta and your youtube, you're one step away from a marriage proposal now- hey, what type of wedding do you want?"

"we don't know, it could be xander's doing or even max's."

"nope you're gonna have kids together i can feel it."

"alya green-"

"OH MY GOD!!!!" she screeches jumping up and down. "OH MY GOD!!"

"WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?" you shriek back.

"LOOK!" she's grins shoving her phone into your hand

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user1 OOHHHHHHHHHHH

user2 im giggling so hard rn i love this man

ticking.time.bomb why the sudden interest in reading gray?? 🤨 i saw the divine rivals copy in your bag

thexanderhawthorne THIS IS WHY HE HAD THAT BOOK?? gray are you trying to steal my book girl?

maxine.liu.loo excuse me she's my book girlie. not yours i just let you borrow her

user3 oh he's obsessed

user4 wish that was me fr

user5 i want himmmm

user6 the book girlies and the grayson girlies really won today

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"grayson hawthorne," the sound of jameson's voice was never welcome in grayson's bedroom and clearly by the tone of his voice; this wasn't going to be good.

"when were you going to tell me that you picked up a fictional book? he paused. "even more so, when were you going to tell me that you got said fictional book from a 'book queen' of youtube."

grayson paused his reading and put down his copy of divine rivals, to look at a smirking jameson at his doorway.

"leave, jameson."

"okay gray, but let me know how your book goes, i hear it has a really shocking ending," jamie smiles and slowly walks away, calling out to xander to talk about books.

okay maybe his actions were a little out of character, but he wanted to understand what you were going to say in the next video. he wanted to be in the loop, to undertand what you were talking about.

he wanted to have something to talk to you about.

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[imagine-darksiders]

Not gonna lie, when you posted extra interactions between humans and makers/ulthane, my heart FLEW! Love those kinds of interactions, especially in ones where they are arguing. Would you do more of that?

You mean more of the imaginary ambient voice lines I'm gutted they didn't include in the game? You can read them here

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"Hey, Lass. How is she?"

"Oh! Ulthane, hi. She's... um... Well, she hasn't left her bedroll yet, but... you only brought her in yesterday... She probably just needs time... You did scare her pretty bad."

".... Mm."

"Oh... Shit - I just meant she's still in shock. Give her a few days... She'll come around."

"... Aye... Aye... And, er... will you... make sure she gets 'er rations? Don't want 'er goin' hungry."

[Fond] "You got it, big guy."

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"If you ever put your hands on me again-"

"- Sorry, Lad. But I wasn't exactly keen on lettin' you do somethin' so stupid."

"Looking for my wife is not stupid! How dare you!"

"No, what's stupid is goin' out there when there's a whole planet full'a demons that can't wait to get their teeth 'round your neck!"

"I don't CARE! You have no right to stop me from leaving!"

"Might not have the right, boy, but I do have the means. So don't. Push. Me.... I'm doin' this for your own good."

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"Oi. What're you doin' up?"

"Wh-! Ulthane! Scared the shit out of me, don't do that."

".... It's late. You should be gettin' some shut-eye."

"I... I can't sleep. Not tired."

"Hmm... Bad dreams?"

"... Bad memories."

[Resigned sigh] "A'right. C'mere."

"Huh?"

"You can't sleep, an' I wouldn't mind the company. Sit up here, an' I'll tell you about the time I stopped a volcano from eruptin'."

"A bedtime story, Ulthane? Really?"

"You don't wanna hear it?"

".... Fine. Give us a lift?"

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"Press that to the wound, I'll see if I can find any more bandages."

"S'just a scratch, Lad. No need to fuss."

"Heidi slipped on a puddle of your blood. It is not just a scratch."

"Oh... Is she alright?"

"Ugh! Will you worry about yourself for once?"

"Seems you're doin' plenty of that as it is."

"You're hopeless."

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"Hey, Ulth-?"

"-No."

"But I haven't even said anything yet."

"Don't need to. I'm tellin' you, no."

"Aw, why not!?"

"Cos' you're soul's worth more than whatever that slippery merchant said he'd trade it for, that's why not!"

"Ugh. Spoilsport."

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"Oi, have any of you lot seen Jones?"

"... Err.... No?"

[Immediately suspicious] "... Alright. Out with it. Where is he?"

"Wha-? Why would you assume we'd know?"

"He's gone and left the Tree, hasn't he? When I get my hands on 'im..."

[One human to another] ".... I'm actually kind of scared by how quickly he figured that out."

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"Evenin' Lass."

"Oh! H-hey, it's... it's you."

"You okay? Been settlin' in fine?"

[Visibly afraid] "Mmhmm."

"... Nobody's been givin' you any trouble, have they?"

"No! No... uh, no problems. Everything's okay."

"Good, good. Well, if you need anythin', just come find me. Yeah?"

"All right. I.. I will... Thanks."

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"Can you wee ones please stay still! I'm tryin' to do a headcount."

[kidsinsaturn]

Can I plz rq hcs for being married to both shisui and Madara? Like how would they be with their s/o, domestic vibes, etc?

uchiha bride

[🗼] yesss I love this idea!! I've been in the madara feelings lately hahah I wanted to post this yesterday but I ate way too many tamales I felt sick

characters: shisui uchiha; madara uchiha

genre: sfw

warnings: gn!reader; possessiveness; mentions of discrimination ?; mention of manipulation; stalking; obsessive traits

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-shisui husband of the year!! hellooo, this uchiha is just so sweet and mindful of you all the time

-your wedding was probably very traditional although very small. both shisui and you didn't want a lot of people there. he is a very private man after all

-if you are not uchiha, you must learn all to their customs and their culture, im sorry. shisui may disagree with some of his clan's ideals, but he still finds some of them very important and he loves them

-but of course he will also be very very open to learning more about your clan's traditions and if your clan has something special (like a kenkkei genkai or a physical feature), he wants to learn all the history behind it

-as we all know, the uchiha can be a bit hostile to foreigners, so if you were of another clan or even another village, shisui can even feel a bit pitiful that you have to go through all of this because of his dumb clan

-he assures you all the time that you are the perfect person for him, regardless of the loud, rude words that you can hear on your way to his house. which may lead to shisui and you moving to a house a bit secluded from the others, but still in the compound

-yeah im sorry but I sincerely do not see shisui dropping his duties as an uchiha and as a villager of konoha just for you. yes he loves you tons, but he always manages to divide equally his commitments. he will stay in the compound because he is an uchiha and has his own obligations in the clan

-even though it was a bit hard at the beginning because you were expecting different, shisui will not treat you any different. as a boyfriend, he was the best the version of himself, and now as a husband, he still is the best version of himself. he believes he shouldn't treat his spouse worse or better just because they are married. he always gave his 200% ok

-very domestic husband although he is out for work a lot. there are times he feels guilty for leaving you alone too much, but he is a provider okayyy he needs to work hard enough so you have everything

-which is why he will try to convince you to stay home if you are a shinobi. if he succeeds, he is deeply happy and relieved that you are safe now. but if you decide to keep your job as a ninja, he just lectures you to always be cautious and blah blah blah he is just worried okay? he doesn't want to lose his boo

-shisui will come with you to the gates of the village to bid you farewell with the longest, knee-dropping kiss. you only wish to end the mission soon so you can come back to have another one of his amazing kisses

-on canon universe, you only knew half of what was happening with the village and the clan. but on his final day, he made time to tell you everything, and just love you one last time oh no im not ok

-other uchiha and of course other villagers would respect you a lot of course. you are the spouse of sunshin no shisui hellooo. people will know of you immediately since shisui was quite the popular in the village. and ohh!! I am convinced many girls would be jealous of you because you took shisui first aughhh I wanna elaborate on this idea more haha

-madara is the most sensible and sentimental uchiha out there istg. he does not fall in love, and if he does, then i'ts over for the person, either they die or they both get married

-no but seriously, I don't want to get too much into this, but I deeply believe canon madara would not really get married because he is way too traumatized and obsessed with peace and war and dreams. so let's pretend this is another kind of au where madara is kind of normal and sane

-as much as you both wanted a small, quiet wedding, you just couldn't get it. madara is the clan leader and let's not forget he has the most booming, extrovert, and simple-minded best friends so of course it couldn't be a simple wedding

-hashirama wanted your wedding to be very special, and even though it was a bit too extravagant for your first ideas, it ended up being very cute and nice. madara is deeply in love with you, and from now on, you become his

-not that wasn't like that before. you were his everything the moment he realized his wanted you, and you were his from that second too. it's just that now he can say it out and wouldn't be called weird haha silly guy

-you gained the title of madara's spouse and by no means is that to take unseriously. all the uchiha clansmen respect you, at least in front of you. if you were from a different clan, you are to be judged there sorry. at least they are not dumb and do not say it out loud, but there are still whispers and well-masked judgmental faces every time you walked through the compound

-madara decides it is best for you two to live in the compound, and you can't really complain since he is clan head. however madara makes sure you are satisfied every day. always obtaining what you want thanks to the servants madara assigned you. and of course when he is home with you, he is very attentive to you

-you are never alone. if you're in your house and if madara is not there, there is always someone there with you, either the housekeeper or your servant. if you are out, there is someone there following your every step. when you realize this, you get mad at madara. he promises he will stop though he only reprimands the shinobi for being too noticeable and replaces him

-you get to know two faces of Madera. the one he shows everyone else, and the one he is with you. at first you are a bit taken aback by his sudden changes of demeanor and personality. he is firm, dominant, and stoic in front of others, even of his clansmen. his essence is dominant. but with you? he still is but a lot less lol

-he just can't help it at first, he says some things so bluntly that they even hurt. but he learns that you are no enemy, that you are his temple, he shouldn't be harsh to you. he ends up being very soft, you become his weakness, if you say something, he complies

-BUT the only thing he can't get rid of is his possessiveness, you are his, why do you need to go with someone else? you have him, is he not enough? do you want him to make some shadow clones so he is always your first choice? madara doesn't like seeing you with a lot of people; he has a mental list of the only people he is okay with, please respect his list

-he always needs to know what you do, where you will be going and what you will do. if you don't dare to spare any details, he will find out himself, though he will be hurt and disappointed

-and lets be reals guys... madara will at some point, manipulate you. either he doesn't like something you're doing or someone you are seeing, he will be very subtle with his words and just guide you toward a decision he wants you to make. he isn't stupid and tells you right there, no. he wants you to feel some sense of control of your actions when in reality, he is in charge of them

-he is a great husband though lol a bit insane but he deeply deeply loves you. he fears somethings happens to you and that's why he wants to control your life

[frankiebirds]

i need to talk about the goalpost scene or i'll explode. tw for the sexual assault of a minor, because. that is what reid is describing here, honestly:

i tried to gif it but the scene is quite long (especially because reid is constantly pausing to compose himself :(( ) and i realised while doing it that it's hard to gif a monologue, so instead here it is in text.

REID: I was in the library and, um... Harper Hillman comes up to me, and she tells me that, uh... Alexa Lisbon wants to meet me behind the field house. Alexa Lisbon's like, easily, the prettiest girl in school. MORGAN: So what happened? Alexa wasn't there? REID: No, she was there. So was the entire football team. They... stripped me naked and tied me to a goalpost. So many kids were there, you know, just watching. MORGAN: Nobody tried to stop it? REID: I begged... I begged them to, but they just... just watched. And... finally, they got bored and they left. It was like midnight when I finally got home. And my mom had... mom was having one of her episodes, so she didn't even realize I was late. MORGAN: You never told her what happened? REID: I never told anybody. I thought... it was one of those things that I thought if I didn't talk about it, I'd just forget. But I remember it like it was yesterday. MORGAN: Oh, Reid, you don't need an eidetic memory for that. You know, we forget half of what they teach us in school, but when it comes to the torment and the people who inflicted it, we've all got an elephant's memory.

i think about this a lot and honestly it makes me feel ill. because correct me if i'm wrong, but this is sexual assault, no? like yes reid is relating to owen as someone who was also severely bullied but he's also relating to owen as someone whose bullies committed a sex crime against them

something that i think gets missed a lot—reid was at the very oldest, twelve. again, correct me if i'm wrong, but football teams are big, right? reid even says "so many kids were there". just an unnecessary amount of people to restrain a pre-teen and a horrifying amount of people capable of standing there and watching. that is some stephen king level bullying honestly. not that ""normal"" bullying would be okay, of course, but just. jesus.

the implied length of the ordeal hurts too. a few things:

"they got bored and they left" to me implies that they left without untying him. had they done so, it would have made more sense to say "they got bored and they let me go." the phrasing reid uses implies they left him there and he had to get himself free. how long would that have taken?

reid also uses the word "finally" which. yeah. you know what the word finally means

the part that hurts the most is where reid says "[my mother] didn't even realize I was late." late. not gone. as in reid didn't go home inbetween speaking to harper and going behind the field house. this wasn't a "hey alexa wants to meet you behind the field house. nine pm" and the whole ordeal is "only" three hours. at best, it was right after school let out. at worst, he left the library and went straight there. so, at best, we're looking at...what, eight hours between going behind the field house and getting home?

this all happens in nevada. specifically vegas, which, from my understanding, is surrounded by desert. if it's winter/fall, the sun goes down relatively quickly and reid spends several hours freezing (i think? wikipedia says nighttime winter temps in vegas average at 4.4C/39.2F. is that cold in that region? canadian, sorry). if it's spring/summer, the sun takes a longer time to go down and reid spends several hours in the heat. ive usually headcanoned the second but the first is equally painful. but anyway, point is: take your pick. preteen reid gets either hypothermia or heatstroke. (also part of the reason i hc it was spring or summer is because i headcanon the goal post, which would have gotten very hot in the sun, scarred him. sorry to anyone whose day i just ruined <3)

sidenote: im always a little surprised by how calmly morgan reacts in this scene. not that he has a bad reaction, or isn't visibly troubled, but given how protective of reid he is normally...the first time i watched this scene i expected him to pull out a pen and paper and ask for names. so im headcanoning that the reason he's so calm in this scene isn't because he is calm, but because he's a good friend who knows that that isn't a productive response at the moment. and then he goes back to the bau and has garcia hunt them down (without telling her why) and uh. i dont know. maybe she destroys their credit scores or something.

[vampzyb4tz]

ok here is a scenario idea for a shellyxreader fic

reader (female preferably) hanging out with shelly at a sleepover at tegridy farms while eatin chips together + shelly being insecure about her looks and body while reader admires her and thinks she is cute

OMG I LOVE THAT!! THAT'S SO CUTE. I would've written this the second I saw it, but unfortunately I had school 😞. So, I'm starting it on my lunch break rn, and it'll probably be posted by the time my school gets out.

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Insecurity Cuddles

A/N: I live for this stuff istg. No warnings. Please excuse any mistakes, English isn't my first language!! Enjoy reading, lovey. <3

Shelley had invited you over to her dad's farm to hang out. You both have been wanting a girls night for a while, and it was finally happening!! Despite how aggressive Shelley is around her brother, and all the other people, you know that she isn't as mean as she seems. Sure, she can be intimidating, and can sling insults without any issues, but she's still human.

So, when people call her 'brace-face', or make fun of how angry she gets, it hurts her. Teenage girls are mean... But, you seem fine. You don't mind her braces, or that her body is a little box shaped. No, you like her anyway. You think she's pretty, despite the things that she finds insecurities.

When you get to Tegridy farms, you guys set up in a spot on the farm. Y'all are watching Netflix, surrounded by the bedding and pillows Shelley set up. There's a bowl of chips in between you, random candies that you both enjoy, and a few drinks. As some shitty horror film plays on your laptop, you slowly begin to notice that Shelley hides her face whenever she eats. You raised an eyebrow, confused on why she was doing that. However, you didn't say anything.

Until, she did it again, and again, and again. You put down your chips, and raised your eyebrow in confusion. You grabbed her hand, and looked at her in confusion.

"Why do you keep doing that? I don't like that you keep hiding your face.." You said, looking at the girl who was beside you. She huffed, and shrugged. Her hand went limp in yours, no longer trying to hide her mouth.

"I don't want you to have to see me eat. It's not pretty." She responded, with a sigh. Your brows furrowed. "Not pretty?? Shelley, you're gorgeous to me. Don't hide from me." You responded, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb. She made eye contact.

"It's just... I don't feel pretty. I'm not curvy, and I have these stupid metal wires in my mouth. I'm disgusting.." She groaned, trying to hide her face again. But, but you stopped her.

"No, no, no.. You're not. I love you. You don't have to be anything other than you. You're amazing, Shell.." You said, as you wrapped your arms around her. She looked at you, and began cuddling you back. "Really...?" "Yeah, really, Shelley."

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SO I WAS RIGHT WHEN I SAID THIS WOULD GET POSTED LATE 😭 I STARTED THIS YESTERDAY. IM SO SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, LOVE.

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teen angst anon

teen angst anon here!

I’m going out of my normal cycle to tell you about the super fun thing that happened to me, so sorry about that (can you tell how neurotypical I am?! I’m literally the most neurotypical person ever omg)

ok, so basically, I’ve been collapsing (blacking out, but not loosing consciousness) a lot lately, so when I went to the doctor for my routine “dying of a chronic illness” checkup, I was like “hey! Ummm … this feels bad, right?” And she was like “YEAH thats not good”. So she was like “we’re gonna run a bunch of labs, and see what’s going on about that”. So me and my parents went today, and they were like “ooh more tests got added - that’s gonna be a lot of blood” and my dad was like … can she just do it all today? Because if she has to do it in two, she’s going to be scared for the second one. Which, is fair. So they’re like “yeah technically?” So it ended up being four vials of blood, which isn’t terrible? I think? But, the Phlebotomist told me to tell her about my favorite subject in school (History). So, me being me, I decide to tell her about the Spanish Inquisition! I did pass out, which sucked, and then when I woke up I puked. So anyway. I’m still kinda delirious and I’m sure this is not the most eloquent story I’ve ever told, but whatevs.

also - on another note. In regards to my friend, my parents know, and she has a therapist. And, my best friend and I are currently in the process of convincing her to tell our school. Worst comes to worst, we’d rather she get hospitalized than be in her parents house.

oh my....I really hope the tests at least give you some answers so it was worth it, because that sounds awful.

As far as your friend, it sounds like you're doing really well with helping her. I'm so glad your parents know and she has a therapist <3 I hope you convince her to tell the school!

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Pinterest anon

okay so we're currently having our finals and i sent one of my friends several pinterest edits and reels this week. tbf, there's like thirty of each and obviously i didn't really expect them to watch it during the week because finals. so i asked them yesterday and they were like "im busy not now after the exams" except they sent one of our friends a seven minute long voice message, sent several reels themselves yesterday and posts after saying "i don't have time to watch them" (them being the ones i sent) when i first brought it up like it's not that they don't have time, they clearly do, but they don't feel like watching them and that's fine but like just say that you don't feel like it or that you feel too lazy to reply literally anything that's even remotely more conceivable than a blatant lie like i know for a fact that they had the time but they just didn't want to which is also okay but like stop with the bullshit maybe??

Hi!

Okay I'm not trying to make excuses for your friend because i totally understand where you're coming from and you have a right to your feelings...but I know for me, when people send me a LOT at once, I get overwhelmed and I don't want to look at any of it. Like when I see I have 16 unread texts, I can't bring myself to look at any of them, but if I only have one, it's easier. Maybe it's something like that? Again, you still have a right to your feelings but maybe it's something like that?

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Comparing anon

HI CASS!!!

uhmmm I don't really write these (ever), but I really need to get someone's opinion or just to tell someone.

but iv been getting better from a really bad period, but I can find myself slowly drifting back and I'm terrified because it was such a bad time for me. but the thing is I really just need to talk someone or just a hug tbh, but I don't have many friends or talk to them outside of school. however I talk to one friend and I love them so much, but their barely message me if I talk to them and always reply really short and give me nothing to go off. and ik their going through a hard time right now but won't let me in so I have no idea how to help them. ANYWAY, as much as I love them, I find myself constantly comparing myself to them, and base my mood around on how they treat me and honestly their making me worse, even though they probably don't mean it.

sorry for yapping on and on, but I just don't know what to do cause they are literally the only person I keep in contact with and don't want to lose the one thing helping feel connected in life, but it's making me fall deeper into the hole of badness and yuckiness.

( p.s IV REALISED HOW MUCH IV TALKED, IM SO SORRY, YOU DONT HAVE TO REPLY TO THIS IS YOU DONT WANT)

Hi!

Please don't feel bad at all!

Honestly I think the first thing to do is to talk to them. Share how you're feeling. Hell, even show them this ask. It could be that they're struggling so much with their own shit that they don't realize what you're going through. I know it's scary to lay your feelings out like that, but communication is so important in a friendship, and this sounds like an important friendship for you. <3

Keep me updated!

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mature anon

Hello Cas!!! I'm a nonbinary person, and I struggle a lot with pronouns in my native language. In my language, we don’t have neutral pronouns like they/them in English. The people in the community have basically created a new one for us, but when I tell you everyone makes fun of it, I mean, it's treated as so unserious and pathetic. There are even memes going around mocking nonbinary people for using those pronouns, as if it's just some joke.

People associate those pronouns with a joke, with a meme. They basically bullied a nonbinary person for using them, and those are the pronouns I feel the most comfortable with, in fact, the only ones. But people see them as immature. I'm 26 years old, I have a full-time job, and I'm expected to be "more mature than that." But you have no idea how much it HURTS every time people use other pronouns for me. I can't correct them, and even the most liberal and open-minded people don't accept those pronouns. Gender-neutral pronouns simply don’t exist in my language.

It's honestly so hard, and I feel like the only time I can be myself is here on the internet, behind a screen, using they/them pronouns that allow me to breathe. I don’t know why it matters so much, but it does, especially knowing I will have to live my whole life like this. But this is a safe space for me, and your account feels like a hug to the soul. I guess that's why I'm sending this message to you.

"I don't know why it matters so much" um it matters because it's who you are! Of COURSE it matters! This sounds SO infuriating and invalidating and I am so sorry <3 It makes me happy that I can give you a safe space, but you deserve a lot more than that, and I'm sorry you're not getting it. I'm sending you all the love and hugs and respect, because you deserve respect for your identity.

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@teasiswriter

Hellooooo! I hope you’re doing well

Earlier I mentioned my old abusive friends but I’ve been thinking about them and some other trauma more often and I m not sure what to do? I mean I was planning on suppressing it until I got to college or something and could get a therapist, or if i was asked about it by someone I could trust? But I was told that suppressing it is bad for me. What should I do? Do I think about it? Remember it? Deconstruct what I feel about it? That sounds exhausting, that hurts. But I’m not supposed to suppress it apparently… and I don’t have anyone to talk about it with right now

What do I do with it?

Yeah suppressing it isn't great. But you're right that working through it can be scary and exhausting. Do you have a trusted adult you can talk to about it (teacher, parent, family member, family friend, coach, guidance counselor)? Or maybe if you could find some online forums to talk about it on? If not, as long as it doesn't make your mental health worse, you could try writing about it, drawing about it, something like that?

[thomawifey]

Hi!! I hope everything is going well for you!!

I was wondering if I could request a Ranpo or Poe x reader. Like maybe the reader drunk calls them and confesses in the middle of the night? Only to try and play it off the next day. Only for the reader to be horrible at playing it off?

drunk confession

pairings: edgar allan poe x reader

contains: ooc, fluff, mentions of alcohol

wc: 850

a/n: HAI ANONN!! so sorry if im late </3 also sorry for not posting, i've been really busy+ writers block but I AM BACK~ (not proofread)

Poe and You were simply just friends, a close one to be exact. Some people might think you guys are dating because you tease or flirt with him too much, but you just like doing it did you?, Poe knew about that.

The bar was a bit crowded, drunkards everywhere. You were out late at night, sitting alone. You brought the whiskey to your lips, taking a sip of it.

After drinking a lot, you're a bit tipsy now– well, drunk actually. You continued to drink more releasing stress you have in your mind.

Everything was spinning, you couldn't comprehend what was happening at this point.

“My head fucking hurt so bad..” you murmured, bringing out your phone.

Scrolling down your phone, you found his number, Edgar Allan Poe.

Not realising what you're doing, you called his number which he answered.

“n-name? it's 11PM, what do you need?” Poe stuttered, a bit worried why you were calling him this late.

“Wanna– hic hear something?”You muttered, taking another sip.

'Oh, the bar.' Poe thought to himself.

He does know about your alcoholic side.

He muttered a 'yes', holding the phone with both of his hands now.

Your lips turned into a smirk, before confessing something–

“I love youu~ did ya hic know what?” you confessed with confidence, the whiskey still in your other hand.

You swore you heard him let out a 'yelp' in shock. Was he not expecting this? Or your stupid teasing was not enough hints?

“U-um.. I– I dunno how to confess but hic yeah.. I love you.. a lot, Poe. Night–”

Before Poe replied to your confession, you hung up on him first. He was a bit disappointed that you didn't wanna hear his answer. On the other hand, you stood up, waving goodbye to the bartender before leaving the bar.

In the morning, you woke up and continued your morning routine like everyday except you took some meds to freshen up.

On the way to work, you opened your phone to see a message from Poe.

[23:54] Poe: Goodnight, name.

[07:35] Poe: Don't forget about the meeting today, see you.

'Pfft- why did Poe say goodnight, what happen–'

Right before you thought about something else, a sudden realisation hits you. Poe? Like Poe you confessed to last night? Yeah, you're definitely not gonna see his face today.

Upon meeting him, you didn't even dare to see his eyes nor face.

'This is just embarrassing, imagine confessing to someone and not even dare to talk to them aga–'

Your mind snapped back to reality, hearing someone called out your name.

“N-name, are you okay?” he asked sounding a bit worried.

He was worried that you didn't look at him at all, and because of last night. Should he be the one bringing this up?

You nodded your head, looking at anything but him.The tension was awkward, both of you sitting in front of each other not saying a word. It was always you leading the conversation but this time was different.

Poe took a deep breath preparing himself to ask you about last night, before you stopped him.

“So.. um, about your novel yesterday? Have you finished it? Haha..” you chuckled awkwardly, eyes still not on him.

“Ah, yes! About the novel, I almost finished writing it, would you perhaps be the first one to read?” he said in excitement, bringing out the novel which was half done.

Nervousness was still with you, thinking of a way to dodge talk about last night. You agreed to read his novel mystery, and he gave you it.

Right before you read it, Poe spoke about it. About last night.

“name.. a-about last night..” he murmured quietly, while your body tense up a bit hearing it.

Putting down the book, you brace yourself to look at him that got him a bit nervous. The tension was sure getting more awkward.

“Right, about last night. I- uh..” you tried to think of the right word for it, not wanting to make a misunderstanding.

While thinking, you felt soft hands intertwined with yours, it was Poe’s.

“Look, I– feel the same as well..”

Within a moment your eyes went wide, a bit shocked by his answer. Did he really love you back or was it just a pity?

While thinking, you felt soft hands intertwined with yours, it was Poe’s.

“Look, I– feel the same as well..”

Within a moment your eyes went wide, a bit shocked by his answer. Did he really love you back or was it just a pity?

“So, does this make us official now or?”

You asked bravely, waiting for his response.

You didn't want to force Poe into a relationship with you, you know there's always the right moment.

Poe gulped before mumbling out a small 'yes'.

Poe swore he could feel the happiness through your eyes and when you gripped on his hands more.

“Ah– I'm also sorry for uh.. trying to dodge about last night.”

“It's okay, name..!” he gave you a soft smile, that gave you butterflies.

He was just too perfect for you.

live laugh love poe guys (THANK U ANON FOR THE REQUEST ILY U REMOVED MY WRITERS BLOCK BLESS YOU.)

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 211. brb x oc

a/n: sorry for the late post guys lol. im okay. personal stuff.(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Is this the same bench?”

“Hm?”

Beatrice smiles, looking down at the bench they were sitting in, the same park, and she was sure it was the same spot they were at when they had their first kiss, "This is the same bench we kissed for the first time,Roos.” she says while holding her ice cream cup with one hand and Nicole with the other.

In reality, their little girl was seated peacefully between them, being fed tiny spoonfuls of frozen fruit - thank God for Mr.Scoops varied menu because they didn’t want to leave Nikki out in any way - every now and again. Rooster was leaning his elbow on the back of the bench, licking his lips as he reminisced, looking ahead with his eyes locked on the environment. “...it is.” he chuckles, “It’s really nice to look at.”

“It is…” she whispers, “I was so nervous that night,Roos.”

Rooster glanced at Beatrice, his eyes softening as he remembered "You were nervous?" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I was a wreck. I mean, I had been wanting to kiss you for so long, but I didn't want to mess it up or make things weird."

“You didn’t look nervous.” she replies, “In fact, you were amazing the whole night.” 

He pursed his lips in hopes to bite back his smile, then scratched the side of his jaw with his thumb, “...I just really liked you.” he confessed softly, dropping his eyes to his own chocolate ice cream, moving the pieces of cookie dough and sprinkles around his cup, “And you know I haven’t been in a relationship,a serious one, for a long time. I wanted you to be okay and have fun.”

Her smile widened, then she flicked her gaze towards Nicole, “Did you ever think we’d be here,right now, with a baby of our own?”

He brings the colorful plastic spoon to his mouth, licks the contents clean, then smacks his lips, “Yeah.” he chuckles, “I may have…been thinking about it. I told you about how I didn’t want to freak you out telling you about my many ideas and dreams,gorgeous.”

Beatrice laughs softly, then sighs through her nose, arching her brows as she closes her eyes, “It seems…like it was yesterday almost,I honestly don’t really feel like four years went by and that we are nearing our fifth.” she rubs the side of her cup with her thumb as she leans back on her seat, “...kinda crazy.”

“A little.”

“Would you do anything different?”

That caught him off guard a bit, so he leaned back on his side while Beatrice gave Nicole more of the frozen puree so she could have something to snack on while they talked. “...I probably would’ve worked on my game better.” he chuckles, “I did…spend too long looking at you and not moving forward while you worked.”

“I didn’t help it either,Roos.”

“Well,not really but you had your reasons.” he tilts his head at her, “But thinking again…I don’t think I’d change anything, honestly. I like how we worked together, I like how we got together…I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” he explains while eating another spoonful, “Besides, you are worth it.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red, god he still made her feel like the very first time he talked to her. She was just mush in his hands, ‘...you are so sweet.”

Rooster's gaze was tender as he looked at Beatrice, his affection for her evident in his eyes. "You make it easy to be sweet, beautiful. You've brought so much happiness and love into my life. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world."

She huffs out an embarrassed laugh, then playfully swats his arm, “Stop.” she murmurs, only to look down at Nicole when their little girl was pushing herself off the bench, “Nikki, where are you going?” she didn’t reply, just tried to leap out of the bench but was prevented - thankfully- by Rooster picking her up and putting her on the ground.

“What’s the hurry?” he questions his toddler, who immediately points to the fountain not too far from them, “Oh, you never saw something like that, did you Nikki?”

“Aaa!”

“Hm…” he turns to Bea, picking Nicole up and holding her against his ribs, “I’m going to check it out with her quickly, will you be okay?”

Beatrice nods, “Yeah,it’s not that far,Roos.I’ll be fine.” she says, leaning up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss and following as they walked away from her but remained in her line of sight. Beatrice sighed quietly, closing her eyes, letting the breeze touch her skin as her husband’s deep voice got distant followed by Nicole’s soft replies.

She was at peace.

It was hard, the twins were still at the hospital, but she was at peace. Beatrice placed the ice cream aside to rub her arms up and down, smiling at the scene not too far from her. Her heart…felt heavy sometimes, she still had a bit of guilt inside of her as she thought about the twins in the hospital. It had been a challenging time, and she missed them terribly. But she also knew they were in good hands, receiving the care they needed.

While alone, she couldn’t help but look around the park,it wasn’t that empty but it wasn’t filled with people either, most of them were families from the movie theater…and…she squinted her eyes, leaning forward a bit, ‘...Marcus?”

Indeed, the fashion stylist was there, beautifully dressed in shades of purple and blue, looking like he clearly didn’t belong to that area, but he was approaching her. His smile widened as he opened his arms wide, “Daaarling!” he calls, speeding his steps, the heels of his boots clicking on the ground, “My sweet, sweet muse! What a lovely surprise!’

"Marcus! Hi!," she said, her voice carrying genuine warmth. "You,um…are here?" she didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but Marcus didn’t seem the type to suddenly wander into parks after sundown like this.

He air-kissed Beatrice on both cheeks, his cologne filling the air around them. "Oh, my dear, I couldn't resist the urge for a little fashion escape," he replied with a playful twinkle in his eyes. "And it seems I stumbled upon you, looking as radiant as ever. Tell me, how have you been?"

She chuckled at his effervescent energy. "I've been well, Marcus, thank you. Just enjoying a quiet afternoon with Rooster and Nicole, you know."

He clapped his hands together, his excitement bubbling over. "Ah, how delightful! And speaking of delightful, where are they?” the brunette pointed over his shoulder and he smiled, “Oh look at them, being cute, oh I adore it.” he then turns back to her, “I am so happy to see you here.”

“Oh?”

“Darling,” he splays his hands open, rings clicking together, “The last time we worked together was a-ma-zing. I always get compliments when we work alongside each other but my oh my, the last collection? It was incredible.”

Beatrice couldn’t help the warm burst of pride inside of her, holding her hands together in front of her navel as she smiles sweetly at Marcus, “Well,I love working with you so…” she shrugs, “I can say I feel the same.”

“Oh, you,” he flaps his hand, “You are so cute, but I am glad to see you again, you know why?” she shakes her head, “Well…"Because I have a little something I've been cooking up, and I thought you might be just the right person to bring it to life," Marcus continued with a sly grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Beatrice blinked, not really surprised, “You know, your favoritism is showing, heavily,Marcus.”

“Good, you deserve it.” he says,waving his hand, ‘It’s still a project, but I was so inspired by your husband and the others who work with him that I thought: why don’t I do something based on the Navy?” Neither of them saw it, but the mention immediately made Rooster’s head snap towards them, but he remained with Nicole near the fountain, “Something that could…mix the best of both worlds.”

“...really?”

‘Yes!”

“...oh.” she didn’t know why that…suddenly made her feel warm all over, “It’s…I love that,I do, really. I…I just…” knowing Marcus he was going to make something for her that undoubtedly would make Rooster lose his mind, “Ahem,I mean…are you…what do you have so far?”

Marcus leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Well, darling, I'm still in the early stages, but I've been sketching out some ideas, playing with color palettes, and brainstorming how to capture the essence of everything.” he claps his hands, “It’s going to be fantastic,I might even ask Evelyn to join if she so wants, she hasn’t modeled for me in so long.”

"That sounds amazing, Marcus. I'm sure Evelyn will appreciate uh…if you talked to her about it, since she’s expecting a baby too.."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm so glad you think so, darling. And I know,I know, oh! Maybe that funny blonde friend of yours too!

“...Shells?”

“Yes!Oh I love her,” he moves his hands, “Chaotic energy.”

Makes total sense.

Beatrice couldn't help but smile, "Well,I can talk to her if you want.” she looked over Marcus’ shoulder just in time to see Rooster making his way back to the two of them, Nicole holding his neck, “And let her know? Would that be alright?”

Marcus beamed at the idea. "Oh, that would be fantastic, darling! I'm sure she'll bring her own unique charm to the collection. It's going to be a great collaboration, and having both of you on board will make it even more special." 

As Rooster approached, holding Nicole, Beatrice glanced at him with a smile before turning back to Marcus. "I'll talk to Shells and see if she's interested. And I'm sure Evelyn will love the idea too."

Rooster reached them, a curious look on his face. "Hey, what's all this excitement about?"

Beatrice turned to him, her smile radiant. "Marcus here is working on a fashion project inspired by the Navy, and he wants me and maybe Shells to be a part of it. Isn't that amazing?"

Rooster looked intrigued. "That does sound interesting. What outfits have you planned?" of course he’d ask that.

Marcus smiles, his rings clicking together as he plays with Nicole’s hand. "Oh, my dear Bradley, the outfits are still in the magical realm of my imagination at the moment," he replied with a theatrical flourish. "But rest assured, they will be something truly special, something…outstanding.."

Beatrice added, "Marcus is brainstorming and sketching right now, so the specifics are still in the works. But with his talent, I'm sure the designs will be stunning."

Rooster nodded, clearly intrigued. "Well, I'm excited to see what you come up with, Marcus. After all,” he flicks his gaze towards Bea, “You never disappointed us.” and his eyes drop down her body. Beatrice’s eyes widened and snapped those green irises to where Marcus was, but her husband just gave her an innocent look, “But you won’t do that soon, right? ‘Cause of the kids and all.”

Marcus blinked, “Kids?’ he looked over at Beatrice, “The twins are born already?”

Her eyes dropped guiltily but she managed to look up at Marcus, “They are preemies.” she whispers, leaning into Rooster when his hand touches her lower back, “They were born, um, a week ago.”

Marcus's eyes widened with surprise and concern. "Oh…darling, I had no idea. I'm so sorry to hear that. But I'm relieved to see you here, looking so wonderful."

Rooster gently rubbed Beatrice's back, his protective instincts kicking in. "Yeah, the twins are in the hospital, but it’s going well,right gorgeous?” she slowly looks up at her husband, then nods with a strained smile. Rooster could see how that conversation made her uncomfortable and while that wasn’t Marcus’ plan, he didn’t like seeing her like that.

Marcus's expression softened, and he reached out to touch Beatrice's hand in a comforting gesture. "My thoughts are with you both, and with the little ones. They're strong, they’ll be okay.” he gasps, “Oh my goodness,I must make their little outfits! Just like I did for Nicole.” the little girl in question looked at him when she heard her name, “Oh my,oh my! Darling, the work I must do!” 

"Thank you, Marcus… but you don’t have to do-"

“Ah,ah,ah!” he holds up his index finger, “No,no,I adore the two of you and your little family. Of course I will make something for your twins! You will be sure of it, darling! Does little Nikki need more? She sure has grown so much already.”

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Marcus's kindness. "Nikki's growing like a weed, that's for sure. And…well,we still have some of the stuff you gave us way back."

“...I’ll make some more.”

“Marcus-”

“Darling.Please,” he smiles sweetly, ‘You two deserve it, now.” he claps his hands,”I must take my leave, it was wonderful to see you three here, enjoying this lovely evening. But now,” he plops on his glasses and twirls his wrist, “I must go to my humble abode and enjoy the creativity within my veins.” he smirks at them,”But I will call you, darling. We must talk more.”

Marcus air-kissed Beatrice once more and then Rooster. "Ta-ta, darlings! Until we meet again!" He turned, his fashionable attire catching the evening sun, and headed off, the sound of his stylish boots fading away in the distance.

As they watched Marcus depart, Beatrice sighed contentedly, then arched her brows, “...he’s like a fashion godmother.” she whispers, “He just…shows up.”

“He does that when he’s needed.”Rooster adds, then looks down at her face, “...you okay?”

“Mhm.’

“You sure?”

She rubs the back of her neck, then reaches to grab Nicole from him so she could hug the baby close, her eyebrows crinkling, “...can we…go home now?” she didn’t want to ruin the night, but her anxiety was rising, “...if that’s okay?”

Rooster nodded understandingly, gently stroking Beatrice's back as he held Nicole. "Of course, gorgeous. We can head home. You don't have to worry about a thing." He could sense her unease, and he was always attuned to her feelings. “You want anything else?”

Beatrice sighed with relief, feeling comforted by Rooster's support. "Thanks, Roos. I just... I think I need some quiet time now?”

“Maybe some Golden Girls?” her little smile made his heart burst with joy. He pulls her closer to his side and kisses the top of her head, “I got you,gorgeous. Don’t you worry.” he whispers, “On the bright side,” he can’t believe he’s saying that, “You’ll visit the base in a few days, hm?”

Was he worried?

Yes.

Was he going to stop it?

No, because she was happy with that idea.

Beatrice nodded, "Golden Girls sounds perfect," she agreed with a small smile, finding solace in the thought of some familiar and lighthearted entertainment. His words about her upcoming visit to the base made her smile a bit brighter. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it. And I think a change of scenery will do me good.”

‘Mhm,I think so too.” he says as he guides her to the car.

While she adjusts Nicole on her arms, she gives him a confused look, ‘...are you worried?”

“Me?” he snorts, “No.” but she can read him like an open book, so he sighs, “A little. I don’t want to be too overwhelming for you.” he says, “...I have an idea,why don’t we,” he gestures to the three of them, “Visit Evelyn tomorrow?”

“Oh?”

“She’s been around bases a lot more than you and she probably has some tips on what to do.” he smiles, “I’m sure she can help us both with that.”

[akaakeis]

HEY HEY HEEEEYYYYYYY bokuto moment

HI SAV<33

first of all shut up and pretend I didn't see ur sideblog posts THE THING IS I LOVE LOVE LOVE SENDING ASKS BUT LIKE I DIDN'T KNOW IF ITD BE FREAKY TO SEND RANDOM ASS ASKS TO YOU EVEN THO I BLEAT IN UR DMS EVERY OTHER SECOND

N E WAYS HIIII im having lunch rn !! IT RAINED SO BAD SO ITS LIKE 5PM AND IM STILL IN MY UNIFORM AND STUFF i had like.. stuff planned on my schedule and stuff :cccccc

dude the way i do NAWT feel like writing at all but also im dying to get yns pov in the first chapter like PICK A FUCKING SIDE OMFG literally had to pause writing this to think

TODAY I CORRECTED THE ENGLISH TEACHERS GRAMMAR IT WAS SO FUNNY LIKE I WAS WRITING AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS HUGE ASS WHITEBOARD SO I WAS KNEELING ON THE GROUND AND SHE GOES TO CORRECT SOMEONE'S (ALREADY CORRECT) GRAMMAR AND I LOOK UP TO HER LIKE UH NO THAT'S RIGHT ACTUALLY AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION IT JUST TOOK IT LIKE A CHAMP??? LIKE GIRL WHEN EVEN U KNOW UR WRONG????

THE SENTENCE WAS monica went to her grandmother's house for summer vacation AND SHE MADE IT WEIRDER SOUNDING "during vacation" LIKE GIRL NO??????????? sorry for ranting god im such a hater

AND LIKE THESE FUCKASS TEACHERS WONT SEE MY TEXTS (i love them) BUT THE EXACT SECOND I PULL UP TO THEM AT SCHOOL IM GETTING MY CHEEKS TUGGED AT LIKE "oh em gee alina u did such a great job we r sooo proud of u" DIE. AND IM SO SCARED CUZ IM NOT STUDYING PROPERLY OR ENOUGH I THINK AND MY SCHEDULE IS SO FREAKY AND WEIRD AND THE !! RAIN !! EW 🤮🤢🤮🤢 not that i hate the rain, it just conveniently happens NOT when im at home ready to go to school, but rather otw to school or otw home so i'm just late everywhere. also MY WATER BOTTLE DISAPPEARED?? AND THERES A GIRL W THIEVING TENDENCIES IN CLASS LIKE IM NOT POINTING FINGERS BUT BUT BUUUUUUUT um. ANWYAYS I SAW A SUBMERGED MOTORCYCLE AND ALSO MY CHEM TEACHER TAKING PICS OF THE FLOOD LIKE WTF HE WANT THEM FOR "look wife im not cheating im actually trapped in school"

dude.. biceps r so..... like... kuroo... IM LOWK A KUROO ENTHUSIAST HE IS SO YUMMY LIKE U JUST KNOW HED LET U BITE IT (my intrusive thoughts r like. if he existed irl. nom nom time) NOT EVEN IN A SEXUAL WAY BTW I JUST NEED A CHOMP

ANYWAYS I FOUND OUT LIKE RN THAT I GOT 77/90 IN PAPER 1 AND 95/110 IN PAPER 2 OF BANGLA AND I ONLY GOT AN A* BECAUSE OF THE THRESHOLD (171) LIKE WHAAAT. (I GOT 172)

ITS 5:18PM RN AND IM GNA TAKE THE FASTEST FUCKING SHOWER OF MY ENTIRE LIKE CUZ MY HAIR GREASY ASF AND ITS SO EW AND THEN ILL DO CHEM NOTES HASHTAG STUDYING TRUST ME ! ! !

ANYWAYS last anyways of the day HRU MY BABY POOKIE PIE DARLING SWEETHEART POPEYES MUFFIN CUPCAKE HONEYPIE POPSICLE POOKIEBRO HOW WAS UR SLEEP HOW WAS UR YESTERDAY HOW IS UR LIFE WHATS GOING ON AND ALSO ALSO ALSO i forget give me a sec um erm ueueue OH I GOT IT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE U FOR READING ALL OF THE THINGS I SEND U LIKE!!!!! SHIRRJSKSKSOKSKS ILY okbye!!

HEY LINA!!

yeah im gonna act like u didnt see that sideblog post bc i SAID i wasnt trying to hint at anyone... AND NO THATS NOT FREAKY?? idk man i send in asks to ness like every day bc i think its fun to talk that way!! paragraph asks are genuinely so fun to receive!! ALSO USING THE WORD BLEAT IS CRAZY YOU R NOT BLEATING IN MY DMS

omg i hope you had a good lunch!! im answering this like an hour later so i assume u already finished? idk its weird that we're 12 hrs apart 😭 AND NOOO THATS AWFUL :(( sorry to hear that love :( hopefully the rain didn't flood any area and you and your fam are all good!!

HELP THATS SUCH A REAL FEELING i was battling with that yesterday so bad omf... i feel like sometimes we can attach somewhat negative connotations w writing bc sometimes it can feel like a chore? so sometimes it's a struggle to get up and decide to write? maybe thats js me but like yeah 😓 BUT GENUINELY SO EXCITED FOR YOUR APOCALYPSE AU!! ITS BEEN AMAZING SO FAR!! AND ANYTHING IVE READ FOR IT MAKES ME WANT TO LET OUT AUDIBLE SOBS ‼️ that sounds negative but i feel like you get why i want to LIKE GOOD GRIEF anyway write whenever you feel like it!! dont force it <3

THERES NO WAY??? PLEASE THATS SO FUNNY TO ME 😭 I LOVE THAT SHE DIDNT EVEN QUESTION IT OMG? YOU PROBABLY SPEAK MUCH MORE FLUENTLY THAN HER ANYWAY LMAOAOAO BUT PROUD OF YOU!!

okay like maybe im stupid but i feel like both of those sentences make sense? like "monica went to her grandmother's house for summer vacation" makes sense but so does "monica went to her grandmother's house during vacation" it's just that it doesn't specify whether it's during summer vacation so it can sound awkward ig?? idk man ive been stuck reading old english for the last couple of days bc of the hobbit (I DESPISE THAT BOOK IT CAN GO DIE) sigh

HELP?? I MEAN IM SO HAPPY YOURE GETTING GOOD GRADES THO!! AS LONG AS YOURE ABLE TO STUDY JUST ENOUGH SO THAT YOURE CONFIDENT IN THE TOPIC THEN I THINK YOURE GOOD HONESTLY 😨 and the rain sounds like its out to get u thats wild??? PLEASE im not pointing my finger at anyone... im just agreeing here... there's a chance 😭 having classmates with tendencies to steal is such a pain in the ass tho i hope you're able to retrieve your water bottle!! AND HELP I LOVE THE WAY YOU DUBBED THAT "im not cheating im actually stuck in school" had me giggling sm

HELLO? BITING KUROO'S BICEP IS INSANE (but lowkey i would too VERY LOWKEY because i feel like im not super attracted to big biceps and stuff idk?? but just a little chomp 😋😋)

WHATATATAT AT LEAST YOU GOT A* THOUGH ‼️ GOOD JOB!!!

AAA ENJOY YOUR SHOWER! I HOPE IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER!! AND YES WE LOVE A RESPONSIBLE STUDIOUS GIRL 😋

AND IM ACTUALLY DOING GOOD MY POOKIE WOOKIE SUGAR PLUM COOKIE BROWNIE PUMPKIN PIE HONEY LOML (i laughed an obscene amount while writing that)!! TODAY IM GONNA BE SUPER BUSY.. I HAVE SPEECH AND DEBATE AFTER MY SCHOOL DAY IS OVER AND THEN I HAVE VOLLEYBALL PRACTICE UNTIL... 7 PM???? I THINK???? GOD. AND I SLEPT SUPER DUPER WELL I WOKE UP RLY COZY IN MY BED AND IM STILL HUDDLED UP IN HERE LMAOAOAO 😭 YESTERDAY WAS GOOD!! I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING I NEEDED TO DO SO I GOT TO CHILL AT HOME AND LISTEN TO MUSIC AND LITTLE PODCASTS (i listen to the bit my tongue podcast by nailea devora SOOO MUCH) AND AWHAGSHHA LINA!! I ADORE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE AND ANYTHING YOU SEND TO ME!! ILL ALWAYS MAKE TIME TO READ SOMETHING YOU SEND ME!! ILY!! <3

[jack-xoxo]

Steven

Im either delusional or I just never posted steven‼️

Steven was having a rough day at the gift shop; he was a huge nerd with Ancient Egyptian history, and he was the perfect man to fill that empty tour guide position; although Donna was being an absolute ass about it, she liked Steven, but whenever she didn't see Steven behind the register and he was out there talking to the guests, she called him over to tell him, "You're not the bloody tour guide." It made him embarrassed, and when he tried to convince her that he'd be a perfect tour guide, it was always a harsh, long answer that translated as "no," crushing his poor heart.

It was early in the morning when his radio blasted, "Lonely is a man without love." It's the rhythm matching the lyrics; he hummed the tune along with the song when he lifted himself to get out of the restraints, slouching his way to get the tape off and unlock the door with an unreasonable amount of chains, taking his sweet time to get ready for wo rk.A tight shirt with dark jeans—anything to put on quickly. Preparing his coffee and calling his mother, talking about his day, his fish, or yesterday. He was walking his way to the bus stop when he saw the bus stopping slowly as he started to catch up to it. When he’s yelling for it to stop and wait, he gets on. Phew!

He saw an empty seat, then he saw you. You wore a navy blue pencil-sharp skirt with a black button-up tucked in, your hair neatly tied up into a bun. Your phone is in your hands, headphones connected, and blasting loud enough. Steven sat down next to you; he could hear your music; it was [insert music of choice]; you loved it, and you loved the lyrics [rhythm/both]. You felt a tap, and you turned towards Steven as he gestured for when you turned the volume too high to be lowered. He had a soft, tired look on his face, his fair skin was painted with a scar, and his Adam's apple bopped for when he spoke, "I like that song; I believe it was [music artist/band], I’m not sure but I like them. Mind if I listen as well?" his tone getting softer with his smile getting smaller. "No, I don’t mind a bit," you said while offering the bud as he took it and flipped it to get a better listen. You had good taste, enjoying each other till Steven saw the museum as the bus started to slow down. "Oh, well, this is my stop; is it yours too?" he said, handing back your bud.

"Yeah," you nod, "I applied for a job at the museum to be a cashier or a tour guide; either way, I applied," letting a soft, small laugh escape between your lips. Steven chuckled a bit too; the bus stopped, and he lent a hand for you to grab. You both waved the driver goodbye before you walked across the road to the museum. "I’ll give you a tour around here; I’ve been itching to give one for a while," he groaned, his fists shaking. You laughed. "Are you a tour guide too?"

"No..unfortunately.." He sighed, "I work at a gift shop. Steven Grant is working behind the register, selling candies that aren’t even close to what they had in Egypt; all they ate were dates and figs." Steven went on; you let him go on if you were honest; you were kind of as much of a nerd with ancient Egyptian history yourself; although, it didn’t seem right, all this rambling on about Egyptian history and Steven isn’t a tourist. "How long have you been working here?" he asked, cutting off his ramblings. Steven.. He wasn’t sure; it seemed for so long that he didn’t have an answer: "Uh.. chuckling long enough for me to lose track, silly me."

Steven leads you to the main office, where Donna suits up. "Ah, Stevie! Late again, aren’t we?" She cheered with a smile spreading before looking at you. "And you must be y/n; welcome to the team. I hope you don’t cause any trouble or I’ll stuff you into a sarcophagus."

"Yeah," you nod, "I applied for a job at the museum to be a cashier or a tour guide; either way, I applied," letting a soft, small laugh escape between your lips. Steven chuckled a bit too; the bus stopped, and he lent a hand for you to grab. You both waved the driver goodbye before you walked across the road to the museum. "I’ll give you a tour around here; I’ve been itching to give one for a while," he groaned, his fists shaking. You laughed. "Are you a tour guide too?"

"No..unfortunately.." He sighed, "I work at a gift shop. Steven Grant is working behind the register, selling candies that aren’t even close to what they had in Egypt; all they ate were dates and figs." Steven went on; you let him go on if you were honest; you were kind of as much of a nerd with ancient Egyptian history yourself; although, it didn’t seem right, all this rambling on about Egyptian history and Steven isn’t a tourist. "How long have you been working here?" he asked, cutting off his ramblings. Steven.. He wasn’t sure; it seemed for so long that he didn’t have an answer: "Uh.. chuckling long enough for me to lose track, silly me."

Steven leads you to the main office, where Donna suits up. "Ah, Stevie! Late again, aren’t we?" She cheered with a smile spreading before looking at you. "And you must be y/n; welcome to the team. I hope you don’t cause any trouble or I’ll stuff you into a sarcophagus."

[imaginespazzi]

Hello bestie! What is up?

First and foremost, thanks for the recent reading material. My compliments as always! 👌 And well timed during this real life content drought. And happy BDay (yesterday) to dear Lou Lopez Senechal. Who really didnt need to post herself doing yoga in a sports bra..

Ive been pretty impressed w Soni and Kiki as well, thankful it looks like they can live up to their spots. Really just need Lili and Kira healthy now. Moving on to my #2 and your #1 team - from what little we have to go on (as said before) whats your early vibes on NY?

Had the game in the background tbf, but seems like the Lynx looked better against the Sky in their 2nd game. Think you did well highlighting their issues tho. Have you caught much on the CT Sun news? Im gonna be very curious to see how a potential sale may play out (my fingers crossed for Boston to keep things regional, plus I just love the city). Especially given the upheaval already to come w more expansion and a new CBA.

So happy to be moving on from WNBA pre season. These games dont really give enough meaning, and roster cuts news just makes me sad. Particularly for rookies.. I agree, the Sellers thing was really more of a PR bumble than anything. But I stand by my feeling that if its immediately apparent that someone doesnt fit what youre gonna do, then you made a mistake by drafting them to begin with, and hurt both your squad and the player. Oh kinda on that topic, the 'No Offseason' podcast ep with a Curt Miller interview (and Wings focus) was a rather fun listen.

Lol I sadly have nothing to add. Just seeing these people again for the first time now actually. And while we're totally friendly, Im not sure Im comfortable full on gossiping w them. So resisting the urge to basically be like "but have you heard?". I would ofc mention here if I ever caught something good from them lol.

Hit us with your looks judgements then please! I love the MET too. From the W I thought Jonquel, Stewie, and Angel did good! Zendaya will just always be stunning to me. Doechii looked cool. Honorable mentions to Mindy Kailing, Quinta Brunson, D Wade & Gabrielle Union, Lupita Nyongo, Shacarri, Jalen Hurts, Anne Hathaway, Ayo, the Williams sisters, Diana Ross.

Lastly, circling back to my vague personal news mention/hint from eons ago - can now share that yes bestie yours truly is going to law school in the fall. Stay tuned for that ordeal ha! Me and Paige ending up on the same wavelength with a move and a work filled summer..

Hope the week is starting off great for you!

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Hi hi hi hi bestie!

Thank you friend, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Happy (late) birthday to your wife! She's been looking rather beautiful for you these days if I might say so myself.

Soni and Kiki are looking hella great! Soni really impressed me their last game like doing all of that is impressive enough, but doing it in while being in foul trouble and then getting the W? Yeah she's making a case for herself!

I was less impressed with NY in the preseason but they were pretty great yesterday and that's with an average JJ game and not-so-great games from Sabrina, Marine and Leonie. But that's the thing about NY is that they have so many players who can dominate. It was Stewie and Tash last night and could be any of the others next game. And if eventually reach a point where everyone can be having a great game? Yeah I really like our repeat chances.

Yeah I think now in hindsight, the Sellers cut is making a lot more sense and tbh I really don't think she's fully rehabbed and recovered. Her movements didn't seem like that of a fully healthy player.

I think my favorite MET looks were probably Teyana Taylor, Zendaya, Doechii, Janelle Monaé and lowkey Demi Moore! And from the men I LOVED Colman Domingo and Lewis Hamilton's looks. I think a lot of people looked really good though and followed the theme pretty well.

OMG CONGRATULATIONS BABES! I'm so proud of you <3

[strayingawayy]

"so the bass is like...a guitar but with only four strings. and technically you can only play majorly root notes instead of how you play chords on a guitar. YOU CAN play chords on a bass but it sounds really really chunky and bleh to me so yea. "

I get it now.

"sweetheart, i AM an introvert so i am nowhere close to world domination either fhjskdkgkdkd. but thank you :(( your compliments make my day and i often screenshot them and read em. working out is great. we love working out. also abs omgg i was really trying for more back and arms this summer but...yeah...never got around to it post seizure. but you go !!!!! get those abs. and impress whoever you wanna impress!!!"

I can tell you're an introvert, by the way. (The urge to psychoanalyze you..)

I usually do upper and lower body days, now I also add ab workouts to get the results I want more efficiently I guess. (Also there's no one to impress :) it's more of a personal thing).

The compliment screenshots gave me cute aggression not gonna lie, I'd genuinely kiss your forehead and hug you if I could (sending all my love and affection and warm hugs your way🖤)

" i hope whoever listens to brooklyn baby while thinking of me keeps a special emphasis on the "not as cool as me" part but i am not worthy of cool women or men. i'll get on my knees for them and bow but i run away from relationships most of the time because i always feel the other person deserves better. "

I think you being associated with a Lana Del Rey song to begin with makes you the coolest. I understand were you're coming from, though. I'd say you were used to being in a toxic living environment and that's what effected your self-esteem and self worth (I'm not pointing any fingers but I hope you know I have a beef with your mother dearest now :))

But you have me now so we'll see what we can do about that together, with time. (Also you're so sweet for asking about my pronouns:( I prefer they/Them but I'm also comfortable with he/him)

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honestly if you end up psychoanalysing me i:ll just be terrified of what ive become but 😭 feel free to do so and yes give me all the forehead kisses. keep em coming. in return, i'll write little drabbles for you whenever you want because im terribly fucking scared of physical touch. (somebody shook my hand after my concert yesterday and i had to take a shot for it right after)

and nooo honestly mother dearest is a close friend. the real beef here is w/ mr sperm donor for a father even though he's been trying...as of late. and YEEE HAWWWW GO SWEETHEART GO !!! GET THOSE ABS <3333 (in my mind the 'go Kylie go!!' audio is playing gjjskdksks)

and of course id ask your pronouns sweetheart! i remember i didn't have mine up initially and everybody assumed i was a girl (and understandably so. men on stayblr is a rare breed) so fjjdkdkdkkdkdkd just wanted to get eveyrhting clarified <3

[the59er]

13 Jan 2025

13th January 2025, Monday Listening: Wake Up, Arcade Fire

Work went by fast because we were so busy, even my boss didn't have time to check on my deck that I (last minute) prepared until 430am last night. Yes, I only had 2 hours of sleep, this has got to stop this year 😵‍💫

Lunk was mamak which I did not finish despite it being tasty because he gave me wayyy too much,

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14 Jan 2025

14th January 2025, Tuesday Listening: I Want to Hold Your Hand, TV Carpio

I started purging since 3am last night, it was insane!! I could only fell asleep after 6am. Texted my boss at 4am to skip work.

At 10am finally got the energy to get out of bed and thankfully Dad was in so I made him drive me to the clinic. AND THE CLINIC TOOK FOREVER.

I just slept whole day and did not open my work laptop at all which was probably the first time for me. Damn you food poisoning!! I narrowed it down and I highly believe it was caused by this drink from 7-Eleven;

NEVER AGAIN!

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15 Jan 2025

15th January 2025, Wednesday Listening: I Still Think of You, hafner

Food poisoning day 2. Felt a bit better but still nauseated hence had to call in sick again which annoyed my boss (I could tell based on his text reply to me) but hey, I don't live just to work, okay?

Tried to swallow bubur but it went back out. Had to log in for work towards the end of the day anyway. Sigh..

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16 Jan 2025

16th January 2025, Thursday - Happy birthday to Kate Moss 💅🏻 Listening: Everybody Talks, Neon Trees

My morning was spent on a call over my 2 days of absence 💆🏻‍♀️ After Zohor I left to the office to continue work & YY was in too so I got company. They visited Nat yesterday at Pantai, I hope Nat gets a speedy recovery.

After work went to 21’s, maghrib-ed at kwasa before ending up in OU because I wanted boat noods & also wanted to check if cinnabon’s open (it hasn’t). Unfortunately I still feel nauseated from my stomach bug so post-dins was a cranky one :(

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17 Jan 2025

17th January 2025, Friday Listening: Lovely Island Girl, The Coconut Islanders

Late to the very first meeting with Nels because of my still upset stomach 😩

Ive been so hungry but so scared to eat but I succumbed to buying cookies via Grab which costed me rm50 😔 I hate it when temptation won, it makes me feel weak. Be better, self! But I bought an extra cookie to bring to Gege’s!

For tonight's Friday dins, we went back to Khatija after a string of "fancier" places lol. Since my stomach is STILL acting up, I ordered bihun soup but it was spicy 🌶️ Thankfully managed to control my system I until we reached home..

Oh yeah somebody finally bought my stupid T-Mart coach jacket! Thank God & good riddance!

Also, happy Severance day!

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18 Jan 2025

18th January 2025, Saturday Listening: Sleeping In, The Radio Dept.

Mom accompanied Dad to kebun again today so Ive got the house to myself. Started the morning with laundry as usual, packed up the Carousell parcel and left to J&T before tapao-ing lunk at the drive-thru. Another load of laundry before finally sitting down for lunk while watching Hannah Ricketts 😬 Vacuumed downstairs, cleaned the standing fans, and my initial plan was to continue with the cleaning but I got frustrated after failing to close the grill cover of one the standing fans, it took me 15 minutes of tries until I eventually gave up on everything! Wanted to take a nap before going out to get the car washed but I ended up recording a video of the dunks that Gege surprised me with last week! 😄🎁. It was raining anyway so had to wait awhile until it stopped before finally getting the car washed, petrol filled and ready for tomorrow's drive!

2121's out on a footie match tonight so I spent it "editing" the video I filmed in the afternoon and now it's up! 😄

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19 Jan 2025

19th January 2025, Sunday Listening: Out on the Road, Norah Jones

Driving the folks to Perak today! I LOVE driving. I honestly prefer to drive than be driven. Im definitely NOT a passenger princess 😅

I love seeing my Dad happy to meet up with his cousins. He is actually quite close with everyone! Stopped by sg buloh jejantas before home because Mom wanted satay. She is the cutest ❤️

Despite my 2 days of food poisoning, my 3rd week of the year was great!