#edit: it went well!! it was a short phone call but the guy was really nice

[liefst]

phone call about job in 5 minutes. i'm scared

[paisleypens]

whispering waves asmr | spencer agnew x asmr!reader

guys i did it!! i love this so much if you want more from asmr!reader lemme knoww. thank you @easy-peezy-squeeze-a-lemon for the inspo!!

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Spencer Agnew sat in the Smosh Games pod, headphones firmly in place, eyes glued to his phone. On the screen, the soothing voice of Y/N, the ASMR content creator he admired filled his ears. He found her voice calming, and her intricate roleplays were a perfect escape from the daily chaos of filming and editing.

“Spencer!” Shayne’s voice jolted him out of his trance. Spencer quickly paused the video and pulled off his headphones, looking sheepish as he turned to face his friend.

“What’s up?” Spencer asked, trying to act casual.

“Watching your girlfriend again?” Shayne teased, nudging Spencer with a grin. Across the room, Alex caught the tail end of the exchange and joined in.

“Yeah, Spencer, are you ever going to meet this Whispering Waves ASMR, or are you just going to keep crushing from afar?” Alex added, his eyes filled with amusement.

Spencer rolled his eyes, but a blush crept up his cheeks. “She’s not my girlfriend. I just like her videos, okay?”

“Sure, sure,” Shayne said, laughing. “You’ve got to admit, you watch her a lot. Why don’t you just reach out? Who knows, maybe she’s a Smosh fan.”

Spencer shook his head, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. “I doubt it. Besides, she probably gets tons of messages. She wouldn’t even see mine.”

Before Shayne or Alex could respond, the conversation was cut short by a call for a meeting. They all headed to the conference room, but Spencer’s thoughts lingered on her. Maybe Shayne had a point. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

~~~

The bustling convention center was packed with fans, creators, and endless rows of booths. Smosh Games had a prominent spot, and the crew were busy meeting fans, signing autographs, and taking pictures.

During a rare lull, Spencer found himself scrolling through Twitter, checking out the convention hashtags. That’s when he saw it – she was at the same con today.

“Hey guys,” Spencer said, trying to keep his excitement in check. “You’ll never guess who’s here.”

“Who?” Shayne asked, looking curious.

“Whispering Waves,” Spencer replied, holding up his phone to show them the tweet.

Shayne’s eyes widened. “No way! You have to meet her.”

Alex grinned. “Yeah, dude. This is your chance.”

Spencer felt a mix of nerves and excitement. “Maybe I will.”

As the day went on, Spencer kept an eye out for her. Just when he started to think he’d missed his chance, he saw her across the hall, talking to a small group of fans. Gathering his courage, he walked over, his heart pounding.

“Hi,” he said, once the fans had dispersed. “I’m Spencer. I love your ASMR videos.”

She turned to face him, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Thank you so much! I’m a big fan of Smosh Games.”

Somehow she was more captivating in person. Spencer felt a rush of relief and excitement. “Wait actually? That’s insane! I wasn’t sure if you’d know who we were.”

“Of course I do,” she replied, laughing softly. “Your videos are hilarious.”

They chatted for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Spencer couldn’t believe how well they clicked, and he had affirmed he could listen to her voice forever. Eventually, he gathered the courage to ask, “Would you like to grab a coffee sometime? Maybe after the convention today?”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I’d love that.”

~~~

After the convention ended for the day, the two of them discovered a charming coffee shop close by. They had a great time chatting about everything – their jobs, hobbies, and hilarious behind-the-scenes anecdotes. It felt like they had known each other for years.

“You have really pretty eyes. The blue suits you” Y/N complimented him.

Spencer’s mind went blank at the comment, feeling suddenly giggly. “I have spent a lot of time looking at yours. Not in a weird way but like- shit- through your videos… if that makes sense.” He muttered looking away.

“It does, maybe give me a little more time to look into your eyes.”

Spencer looked up to Y/N’s eyes, which were looking into his with such adoration, he couldn’t believe it. So they sat there gazing in a comfortable silence, the tension between them growing. They both would occasionally burst into laughter at the same time, feeling the same energy.

“So,” she said, letting the tension ease, “I guess we’ll have to do a collab sometime.”

Spencer grinned. “I’d love that. The Chosen ASMR sounds very…”

“Scary. But funny.” Y/N quickly laughed.

As they finished their drinks, Spencer couldn’t help but feel grateful for Shayne and Alex’s teasing. Without it, he might never have had the courage to approach her. He had tried to picture what it would be like to be with her, but now it was real. He wanted their future together and somehow it was so close to being real.

[sensei-venus]

Tanner in an interview getting asked about a rumor his gf is pregnant and him deflecting the question bc it's true but they aren't ready yet to tell

(Unedited) (Pregnant Reader)

“So there has been a very big rumor going around as of lately, I assume you have already heard about it going around?”

“I already know what your going to ask.” Tanner laughed as he sat up him his chair. They had been in this interview for almost a whole hour now. He was itching to just get up and leave.

“So, are the rumors true that you and your long-time girlfriend, Reader, might be expecting?” the reporter asked. They guys face was lit up as he asked the question.

Tanner gave a small shrug while saying “Well I believe a while ago both me and Reader actually gave a statement about kids.” the reporter seemed to sit on edge as he went on “We both would love to possibly have them one day. The both of us have discussed it quite a lot. Before and after we started our relationship.” his tone was filled with happiness. It was true that the couple talked about kids a lot in their time together. Both of them wanting to raise a family together.

The reporter raised a brow “So you confirm that you and Reader are pregnant now?” the reporter seemed on edge. The way he seemed to almost sit on the very edge of his seat was telling.

The recent surge of rumors that the young star couple where pregnant was flying around every social media platform. It took off the minute Reader was spotted at a baby store in LA. She was photographed by a passerby coming out of the shop with a large bag of unidentified items. The photos also captured her placing the the bag in her car before driving off. She was dressed in a very plain outfit of just a long baggy shirt and yoga pants.

Most fans were separating the possible pregnancy after the couple had taken a week-long vacation not long after the pictures were taken. Taking themselves out of the limelight for a brief moment and stepping away from the public.

Super fans were pulling up cancelation sheets of upcoming movies that Reader had supposedly been cast for but now her name was no longer on. New movie releases were scrubbing her name from feature boards. Already editing her name off of movies that were set to start filing in the following months.

It didn't hell the rumors that Reader had yet to make a public appearance after those pictures were leaked online.

“All I can really say is that we have talked about it before. The rumors are just that, rumors going around because my girlfriend went to a kid's store. I mean we have a lot of friends and family a lot of them have kids. She might have just been picking up a gift for one of them. You know how Reader loves giving gifts.” he laughed.

“So you can't say if it's true or not?” the reporter was starting to get more pissy with Tanner. His voice growing higher as he tried to dig more at the situation. Clearly trying to get a big scoop from this low-level interview.

Tanner was able to see right through his little game.

The interview was thankful cut short when Tanner's phone rang and the timer on their meeting went off seconds later. The guy who had been interviewing him looked totally defeated. With Tanner keeping tightlipped on the topic he didn't get much out of him. There would be no big scoop for his company.

Walking off he picked up the call, smiling he answered “Hey babe how are you doing? Better than earlier I hope?” a small hum was heard on the other side of the phone.

Reader rolled around on their bed for a moment before turning over. She shoved a pillow under her head as she went back to her phone. She sighed “I'm doing a little better…” she paused for a moment and looked down at herself. She knew she wasn't showing just yet, maybe if you looked hard enough you could see the smallest bump forming under the chubbiness of her belly. Running a hand over her belly she smiled “My stomach still feels all funky but that's to be expected I guess.” she giggled a little.

Tanner gabe a small smile as he walked.

“Did they pester you about those stupid pictures?”

“A little but it was nothing I couldn't handle so don't worry about it too much.”

Reader chewed in her lip a little, the trip to the baby store was a split second decision on her part.

“I know I shouldn't have gone out like that. I should have just ordered something online and had it delivered.”

“Babe no, you wanted to go out and do something special to tell me about-” he looked around for a second. Making sure there was no one around to overhear their conversation. “The baby and I wouldn't change that for anything. It was super sweet and such a surprise, I loved it.” a small laugh was heard on the other end making him grin.

“How about I bring you some ginger ale to try and help with the morning sickness?” Tanner said as he finally reached his car in the parking lot. As he unlocked it he heard a small sigh from Reader.

“I would love that actually oh and if you could pick up a big pretzel? The big soft ones?” he could practically hear the longing in her voice.

“I'll pick up two just in case, I'll see you in a little it. Love you.”

“I love you too Tanner, see you when you get back.”

[luvsunarin]

[ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ] ෴ IN WHICH⠀your roommate tries to convince you to join her band.

warnings・CORNY CORNY CORNY. i wrote this at 3 in the morning and did not proof read or edit this so my apologies if it makes no sense LOL

wc・1.1k || short read lolz. p2 mayb!?

APART OF⠀⠀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. BAND AUS [ the collection ]

you laid on your arm chair in the living room with your head resting on the arm rest, while your legs dangled over the armrest on the opposite side of the small couch meanwhile your roommate sat on the floor in front of you while some of her band mates sat on the couch and some on the floor.

"c'mon y/n! we need a drummer, and you're the perfect option!" nobara pleaded you.

"look nobara, i'm truly flattered but i don't know." you sighed and shrugged.

"why not? didn't you tell me you used to be in a band in high school with megumi at one point?" she glanced between the two of you.

your eyes widened for a subtle second, "no? i never told you that." you told her and squinted at megumi.

"well then megumi did! he said that you were the drummer and that you played like no one else." she repeated his words dramatically which made megumi roll his eyes.

"didn't i tell you to not bring that up?" he scoffed.

"desperate times call for desperate measures." itadori reasoned with a shrug.

"well he's being dramatic. i really was an average drummer. our lead singer would always get mad at me 'cause i'd constantly fuck up during practices."

"yet you played flawlessly at shows." megumi added, staring at you intensely.

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"you rarely played good at practice but whenever it came to shows, you played perfectly." he said. "oh but ya know, it has been a while so i understand if you got even worse." a smirk formed on his features.

you raise an eyebrow at him and send him a brief glare, which he returned.

itadori cleared his throat and stared between the two of you who were staring very intensely at each other then glanced at nobara. "maybe this isn't such a good idea–"

"no, you know what? i'll do it." you scoffed.

they all went wide-eyed, "what?!"

"i'll be your drummer," you specified. "then i'll prove to fushiguro that i've only gotten better at drumming."

itadori and nobara's bright features dropped when you said that, "seriously? just for competition?"

"nah. she's just saying that 'cause she misses playing the drums. and she misses being in a band with me." megumi teased.

you scoffed, "in your dreams."

"yeah, i dreamt about it every night so much to the point it became reality."

your features relaxed and you adjusted your legs on the arm chair, "whatever."

"i'll let our manager know then!" nobara cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence that grew upon them and she pulled out her phone. "gojo'll be thrilled."

"seriously? megumi's dad is the manager of this band too?" you stiffled your laughter.

"he's not my dad–"

"yet he's changed your diapers more than toji ever did." you cut him off and shrugged.

he scoffed, "whatever."

nobara clicked on gojo's contact and pressed call. "gojo, you won't believe it!"

you heard gojo's muffled voice through the phone, "what? wait, let me guess– you got y/n to be your drummer?"

"yup! she said she's only doing it to prove to fushiguro that she's still an amazing drummer but i know that's bullshit." nobara whispered followed by a chuckle.

"i heard that kugisaki." you called out.

itadori rushed over to the phone as well, "yup, they probably miss each other a lot." he whispered.

"you guys are right in front of us." megumi pointed out.

the other three rolled their eyes. three because you just know that gojo rolled his eyes as well. "fine then we'll go somewhere you can't hear us!" they made their way to the kitchen and continued to gossip there with gojo.

which left you and megumi.

the silence wasn't awkward. the air felt stuffy but not awkward. however you broke the silence by asking megumi a question, "do you seriously think i'm the best drummer or were you over-exaggerating 'cause you missed being in a band with me?" you teased as a smirk tugged on your lips.

megumi clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, "are you seriously joining the band because you wanna prove to me you're still the best drummer or 'cause you missed being in a band with me?" he mocked you.

you thought for a moment, "neither. i miss playing the drums." you told him confidently.

"i'm heart broken, really." he said dramatically. "you didn't miss me?"

"sure i did," you chuckled at him. "i missed throwing my drum sticks at your head before a show."

"i'd always keep it in my pocket during the show for goodluck."

"aw, was i your good luck charm?" you mocked him and laughed.

"you could say that if it makes you happy." he rolled his eyes.

"nah, i'd rather think of it that you had my drum stick in your pocket so that you could always have a reminder that i'm putting you under pressure." you looked at him.

he laughed softly, "i'd prefer the good luck thing."

"i wouldn't. if i kept one of your guitar strings in my pocket, i'd pressure myself to play ten times better." you spoke, "but then again, you don't like being put under pressure. so i see why you prefer the good luck thing." you smirked at him.

he looked at you weirdly while a smile subconsciously snuck onto his features, "i'd put myself under pressure for you."

"gross," you looked at him with a playfully disgusted look. "that's corny."

"it was a joke asshole," he shook his head. "hey but didn't you notice that i played better with your drumstick in my pocket than when i didn't?"

"under pressure."

"whatever." he sighed. "i'm glad you joined the band." he told you, changing the topic.

you hummed, "oh yeah? so you did miss being in a band with me." you confirmed.

"whatever helps you sleep at night. you sleep deprived fuck."

you looked at him playfully offended, "sleep deprived fuck?" you repeated his words. "i can't believe you."

"sure y/n. remind me of how many hours of sleep you get?"

"too far buddy, too far," you joked followed by a laugh. "anyway, how have you been?"

"better now that you joined the band." he smirked.

"oh? so you really missed me?" you joked.

"yeah," he finally admitted. "i didn't just miss being in a band with you but i missed you." he added.

you stared at him, "oh yeah? i missed you too actually." you admitted as well.

"sure you did. wasn't i the reason you left our old band?"

"well now you're the reason i'm joining your new one." you chuckled, "you gotta quit doing that– letting the past interfere with the future."

he sighed in defeat, "so you did miss me, huh?"

"oh shut up." you gave in and smiled.

﹫heartshapedjewls' work! do not copy! || xtra words frm jules: im contemplating whether or not i should make a prt2 butttt idk... MORE BAND AUS TO COMEEE!! im so excited to write for star treatment 🫂. anyway have a good day yall, and stay hydrated!

[violetszone]

His Girl

Lando x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You are in a relationship with Lando his best friend Charles and you become very close. Charles becomes your best friend, but Lando starts to feel jealous and afraid that you might leave him for Charles.

WARNINGS: Bad English (a little google translate,not edited writing),jelous Lando,bff Charles

It's been a few months since you started dating Lando, so you were just getting into places with him, and you were just meeting his friends.You didn't know most of the drivers, except for Charles, Lando and Charles were close friends, so usually when you go to a place with Lando, Charles is there.

Charles was a funny guy, your sense of humor suited him, so you got along easily with each other and you became friends in a short time.You even really became best friends you knew a lot about each other, you didn't realize that Lando didn't like it that much.

You came to watch one of the races. You were going to hang out with Lando in the garage for a while. While Lando was dealing with a few things, you were messaging on your phone with Charles about something and it was a really funny topic, you couldn't stop laughing while texting.

Lando couldn't stand it, he came to you "Hi, my life, are you done", you put your phone down and put it next to you, he said "yes, it's almost over" As soon as Lando finished his sentence, a message tone came, you asked for permission, you looked at your phone and laughed again.

"Charles is going to show me something in the garage I have to go see I love you" You kissed Landon's cheek you turned your back and he held your arm as you were leaving "Can we talk YN it won't take long" you knew he look serious and upset, that's why you stopped and started listening.

"I love that you and Charles got along well, but don't you think you're a little too close, so I feel like you've moved away from me and are going to leave me" you couldn't believe what he said, he thought he was going to lose you "Lando, it's ridiculous that you think such a thing, I love you so much and I will never walk away from you. "Baby I'll never leave you I'm so in love with you Lando,Please don't even think about such a thing. Also, as you said, Charles and I are just friends and we get along well, we both won't let it happen more, I will never,leave you"

He looked a little better he pulled you to him and hugged you at that time, a very familiar voice called out to you, "Hey lovers, I was waiting for you in the garage, where were you, come on, I have something beautiful in my hand" the two of you broke the hug and smiled, Lando held your hand tightly and you started following Charles as he went ahead.

[jujumin-translates]

Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 6: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Chikage Utsuki

Announcement: “The train will stop at this station for a moment for interval adjustment.”

Chikage: (...It’s probably better to take a cab now.)

Chikage: (Well, I did just get a call that the meeting I had after this has been postponed, so I’ll just go straight home and relax.)

Tsuzuru: …Huh, Chikage-san?

Chikage: What a coincidence. Did you have a part-time job or something?

Tsuzuru: Karaoke help. The time was short, but I was lucky enough to get a good rate.

Tsuzuru: I just got here, but has the train been stopped for a while?

Chikage: No, it only just stopped.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. Well, guess we’re gonna be here for a while then… Are you working right now, Chikage-san?

Chikage: That was the plan.

Chikage: But when I was about to head back to the office for a meeting, it was postponed because of a co-worker having a problem, so I’m already leaving for the day.

Tsuzuru: Huh… What kind of trouble…?

Chikage: A mistake was made in the number of materials ordered for production and the factory was on the verge of shutting down.

Chikage: I bet that guy is on his hands and knees begging, going to clients via manufacturers.

Tsuzuru: Begging on his hands and knees… I feel sick just thinking about it…

Chikage: It happens all the time. Want to hear more incredible stories like that?

Tsuzuru: I’m tempted to hear future stories, but… I think I’ll pass on that today.

Tsuzuru: Anyway, it’s kinda weird to see you taking the train, Chikage-san. You don’t usually use the train that much, do you?

Chikage: Not really. At least, not as much as the rest of you do. Sometimes I’ll go by car or taxi too.

Chikage: I took it today partly because it was more convenient for the place I was going to, but also because I was looking for ideas.

Chikage: I still have yet to write my article for the web edition of “VELUDO”.

Tsuzuru: Oh, I see--.

Tsuzuru: …? Did you hear a distant voice? Was it the train announcement… or?

Roasted Sweet Potato Stall: “Roasted sweet potatoes~, roasted sweet potatoes~.”

Chikage: Just now?

Tsuzuru: Ah! It’s the roasted sweet potato stall! It’s been in front of Veludo Station before. Remember, you got some for us, Chikage-san.

Chikage: Ah, now that you mention it…

*Flashback*

Chikage: (Looks like I’m going to get home earlier than I thought I would today.)

*Phone notification*

Chikage: (The Spring Troupe groupe LIME, huh?)

*LIME start*

Citron: I want boasted sweet potatoes!

Sakuya: We saw a roasted sweet potato stall earlier, but they had just run off.

Citron: I want to eat broasted meat potatoes!

Sakuya: They went in the direction of Veludo Station, so if anyone happens to stop there, could you please get some?

*LIME end*

Roasted Sweet Potato Stall: “Roasted sweet potatoes~, delicious roasted sweet potatoes~.”

Chikage: There…

*LIME start*

Chikage Utsuki: I just found it in front of the station, so I’ll get some.

*LIME end*

Chikage: (The line is longer than I would’ve expected. The truck only just got here a few minutes ago and there’s already a long line.)

*Footsteps*

Boy: Haah, haah… Good, I got in line…

Chikage: (Is it really that popular…?)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Shopkeeper: Welcome, sorry for the wait. How many would you like?

Chikage: Six, please.

Shopkeeper: Ahh…

Shopkeeper: You in the back, I’m sorry. Just sold the last ones.

Boy: Eh…

Boy: …I see. How many were you planning to get?

Chikage: Wait. How many were you planning to get?

Boy: Umm… one, two… three.

Chikage: A family of three?

Boy: Yeah. …Mom said she wanted them.

Boy: Even when I was little, she told me that she used to look forward to finding and getting roasted sweet potatoes and having me get them for her.

Chikage: …

Chikage: …Excuse me, but I’ll actually take three.

Shopkeeper: Are you sure?

Chikage: I was just thinking I’d buy extra.

Shopkeeper: Thanks much. Well then, three for the each of ya!

Chikage: Thank you.

Boy: Um, thank you very much!

Chikage: …I hope your mother is pleased with them.

Boy: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: Well then…

Chikage: (I only managed to get three, now what am I supposed to do? Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten at all…)

Sakuya: Chikage-saaan!

Citron: Good work today~!

Chikage: What are you all doing here?

Itaru: When I got the message on LIME from Citron and the others, it seemed like everyone was just getting back, so the timing was just right to meet up.

Sakuya: Welcome home.

Chikage: I’m home.

Chikage: …Wait, we’re not even home yet, isn’t it a little strange to say that now?

Masumi: Well, that’s true…

Citron: If the family is together, then even outside like this can be a home!

Tsuzuru: Guess that means the station is just like another entranceway.

Chikage: I see.

Itaru: By the way, it seems like you got the roasted sweet potatoes.

Chikage: About that, something came up and I was only able to get three. It’s not ideal, but I guess we’ll have to play rock-paper-scissors to see who gets them.

Chikage: I’m not that hungry, so I’ll count myself out now.

Citron: Then I am good as well.

Itaru: I’m an adult, so I’ll pass too. We’ll let our adorable kids have them.

Sakuya: Huh, but…

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: …Well, if that’s what we’re doing, then I’ll just do this. Here, half for you, Chikage-san.

Sakuya: They taste better when we all eat them together! Here, Citron-san!

Masumi: I’m good with half. You can have the rest, Itaru.

Citron: Oh~! Thank you!

Itaru: Thanks.

Chikage: I didn’t think to do that. Thanks.

Citron: They are very nice and warm! Well then, right away--.

Spring Troupe: Let’s eat.

*Flashback end*

Chikage: …And that’s what happened.

Tsuzuru: Those roasted sweet potatoes were really good. I wanna have them again.

Chikage: The stall just left, but do you want to go after it now? I’m sure we can catch it if we do everything in our power.

Tsuzuru: E-Everything in our power… what, like some kinda action movie chase scene?

Chikage: I’m kidding.

Chikage: But thanks to that, I remembered something I could use for the article and I need to write it down before I forget it.

Tsuzuru: Glad to hear that then.

Chikage: I was almost going to write about how I couldn’t read the kanji for “Veludo”.

Tsuzuru: No way, you’ve got to be joking again…

Chikage: But I’m not.

Tsuzuru: Seriously!?

Chikage: I didn’t know how to read it at first, so I looked it up, and I still couldn’t figure it out.

Tsuzuru: Well… the kanji are used for their meanings, not their readings, so I guess you’d have to live in the area to know how to read it. …But, it’s still kinda surprising. (1)

Chikage: Thanks for saving me from looking bad.

Announcement: “Thank you for your patience. The train will depart shortly.”

Tsuzuru: I wonder if the roasted sweet potato stall will be stopped at the station when we get there.

Chikage: Well, we’ll just have to wait and see when we get to Veludo Station.

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T/N:

(1) Veludo is both written in katakana as “ビロード” and in kanji as “天鵞絨”. With katakana, it’s simply phonetic, read as “biroodo”, with kanji, the meaning is “velvet” and is either read as “tengajuu” or “biroodo”. The reading “tengajuu” comes from readings of the individual kanji, with the reading “biroodo” having been adopted from the Portuguese and Spanish words for velvet, veludo and velludo respectively.

[ahockeywrites]

one

link to main masterlist pairing: lila rogers (ofc) x arber xhekaj warnings: none in this chapter authors note: chapter one is here! let me know how you guys are finding it :)

Lila didn’t speak French. Well, not much French. Not enough to hold a conversation with patrons so in the bakery, she was the one creating the baked goods. Bread, croissants, doughnuts, brownies. You name it, she made them with their traditional flavours following family recipes but each week there was a limited-edition delicacy that the shoppers loved. The role in the back of the store allowed Lila baking creativity and freedom that she had never had before.

The Montreal sun basked down on Lila as she made the short walk from Jessica’s house to their bakery. It was an early start for Lila, but she didn’t mind as her finish time was earlier than her aunt’s. A travel mug was a staple in her hand, and she sipped the coffee, savouring the hot liquid as it travelled down her throat.

Her morning routine was always the same. One: heat up all the ovens. Two: make a batch of sourdough, white, rye and wholemeal bread, shape them and leave them in the proving oven. Three: defrost the doughnut dough and start making the filling for them. Four: take out the pre-shaped croissants and other buttery items and put them in the oven to bake for the early morning visitors to the shop. Five: clean out the coffee machine and the front of house so that when her aunt arrived, they could open their doors immediately.

By the time Lila had wiped down the coffee machine and refilled the beans, Jessica arrived through the employee entrance at the back. It wasn’t really an employee entrance because only two of them worked there but that’s what a proper restaurant or bakery would call it so that’s what her and Jessie called it.

Jessica was only a few years older than Lila and were more like close cousins or friends than a traditional aunt and niece. They both shared their family’s blonde hair, green eyes, and shortness with neither of them being taller than five foot three. Lila just pipped Jessica by half an inch and the older woman refused to accept it, even though she knew.

The women worked in tandem until both of their alarms went off to signify that it was seven am and time to open the store. Jessica started welcoming in the early customers and making various types of coffees for the commuters who were on their way to their jobs on the centre of the island. Lila took the opportunity to hide in the back and begin preparing dough and batter for the following day.

The phone rang, probably someone requesting a custom cake or a supplier who wasn’t able to get something they usually requested, and Lila popped out to the front with a fresh tray of bread and doughnuts to restock up the counter. It was almost the lunchtime rush so Lila was pretty sure that it would be quiet as she sat on the stool in front of the cash machine. She made herself a cup of peppermint tea and sipped on it, hoping no customers turned up.

Her phone buzzed and she noticed that the latest post on the bakery’s Instagram had been posted on a travel account and now the following on that account had started going up by the minute. An idea popped into Lila’s head, and she quickly went through her photos to find one she took outside the store with the opening times on the outside. It was perfect because it would give all the new followers information of when the bakery would be open and should increase the profits.

The bell above the door rang and Lila jerked off the chair, almost dropping her phone onto the floor but very thankful that she didn’t as the bakery didn’t make enough for her to replace one just yet. She would need to save for at least another two months to be able to afford that.

“Bonjour,” Lila’s limited French was coming in handy, but she didn’t know how much more of the conversation she could hold up without changing to English.

“Anglais, merci,” the customer asked, and Lila sighed audibly. A chuckle escaped the man’s lips. Thank the heavens that this customer didn’t want to speak French or that they noticed how bad her Quebecois accent was, they felt bad and spoke English to her. One or the other, Lila didn’t mind, it calmed her anxiety down tenfold.

The customer was tall, had shaggy, dark hair paired with chestnut-coloured eyes. His chin and upper lip were dotted with a sparse coating of stubble but not enough to fully cover his light skin, but enough for him to go a few days without shaving before he needed to sort it out.

His face looked familiar to Lila, but she couldn’t place it. She welcomed the customer in English and took his order. Vanilla latte, two apple fritter doughnuts, two croissants and a loaf of sourdough. He didn’t look like a sourdough type of man, but who was Lila to judge.

She was thankful for the regulars who came in every other day for a bread restock, the couple who came in every weekend to get two americano’s with cream and two croissants before going on a walk in one of the local parks, the tourist who had found her Instagram account and wanted to try a speciality doughnut. Lila was thankful for every person who walked through the door and took a chance on a family bakery.

Lila packaged up the items for the customer and even gave him one of their branded tote bags for free. She hoped that by him carrying it, he might become a walking billboard and inadvertently advertise the small family bakery. He was attractive, so it wasn’t an impossibility, Lila thought.

Her body moved across to the cash register and started ringing up all his items as his large hands wrapped around his reusable coffee mug. That reminded her that she needed to put the one-dollar discount that they ran for not using a disposable cup. Save the environment and all that jazz.

“That’ll be twenty-two dollars,” Lila said, feeling more comfortable speaking English than French. The customer’s lips curled into a smile as he reached into his jacket pocket to collect his wallet and bringing out a credit card. He tapped it on the reader before wishing Lila well and waving before he went back outside into the Montreal weather.

That was one customer that Lila wouldn’t mind seeing again.

[lillylvjy]

Rises (the moon)

A/n// woah?! First Tommy fic, I see? Yes! It’s finally here after so long. But I did enjoy writing this. This is purely self indulgent so sorry if some parts seem specific! I tried my best! Also I hope y’all enjoy! It’s a fun little story so-

Warnings// kissing, cuddling, pure fluff, Wilbur and Aidan are- well they’re them. One sexual reference (about Wilbur and Aidan!). You are Aidan’s sibling, space??, literally just super cute and chaotic! And if I missed anything, please tell me!

Edited: nope.

wc: 2.7k….. I kinda went ham-

It was a colder night in the wonderful , yet kinda shitty city of Brighton and Tom invited you to go on a little “adventure” with him. So when you said yes, you didn’t think he’d be right at your doorstep when you hung up.

“Jesus- How long have you been out there Tom?!” You quietly yelled at him, not wanting to wake your neighbors as you pushed him into the warm apartment.

“About 10 minutes. I was debating on calling you or to just knock but I didn’t want to be that fool that comes here for no reason when you say no, so I called while standing here.” The blonde said, rubbing his hands together, shaking in his light hoodie and blue jeans. His cheeks, nose, and tips of his ears were bright red from the harsh wind of the late night.

You frowned as you cupped his face in your hands, trying to warm his face up with your hands. “Oh toms. You idiot.” You sighed out at him as you dragged him to your room and told him to sit on your bed.

“Your idiot.” Tommy mumbled as you walked over to your closet to find some hoodies you stole from him so he could layer up.

Smiling as you found a big sweatshirt that was his, walking back over to him and handing it to him. “Yeah. My lovely idiot.” You kissed his nose as you ran your hand through his messy hair. He leant his head onto your hand as you rested it on the side of his head, nuzzling into the warmth it provided him. You smiled down at the blue eyed boy as his eyes fluttered shut from the way your nails scratched his head.

“Ok now, out! I need to change!” You pulled him up by his hands and pushed him out the door as he groaned from the lose of warmth.

As you walked out of your room, dressed in sweats and one of Tommy’s sweaters with converse, you saw Tommy grab a big blanket out of your closet and your bag filled with all shorts of snacks you had in your home.

“Now what are you doing stealing all my food?!” You asked him as you furrowed your eyebrows at him. All he did was smile innocently at you before sighing as he saw the glint of ‘you better tell me or I’m walking your head’ in your eyes.

“To make it an even better adventure, we need snacks,” Tommy quickly looked at his phone and widened his eyes. “And we need to leave! C’mon!” Tommy put the bag on his back as you picked up the blanket.

“Why are we in such a rush again?!” You asked as you grabbed your keys and locked your apartment. As you turned around, you saw a small black car sitting in front of you and Tom. “Is that-“

“Hey bubs!” You saw your brother, Aidan, roll down his window as he smiled at you.

“Are you guys going to come in, or just stand there like losers?” Wilbur said as he leant over the wheel to look at you.

You narrow your eyes at him and walk to the car. “You should be glad you’re dating my brother. Because if you weren’t you’d be dead meat.” You harshly said to him as Tommy opened the door for you, following you in to get away from the cold wind that seemed to be hating on him.

“Eh, you love me to much to hurt me.” Wilbur winked at you through the rear view mirror as you scoffed and smiled at him.

“And who told you that?” You joked as Will started to drive away from your apartment and to… well wherever the hell you were going.

“Who knows. Maybe someone that is like really close to you, literally blood related, and I am currently dating.” Wilbur replied with a sly smirk on his face as he looked at Aidan.

“Will-“

“Aidan! Really?!” You yelled at him as Tommy started laughing at the interactions he was witnessing. Definitely not the worst though.

“What?! He thought you actually hated him! I had too.” Aidan raised his hands as he explained the situation.

You narrowed your eyes at Wilbur. “I want you to know that I will never hate you. You just have a way to irritate me sometimes. But never will I hate you. You’re practically my brother in law and you make my brother happy. Plus you’re really nice.” You smiled at him as he smiled at you through the mirror again. Aidan smiled back at you as he silently took Will’s free hand in his and played with his fingers.

Smiling at the two in the front, you scooted closer to Tommy and looped your arms together and connected your hands together as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“You didn’t tell me they were coming.” You whispers to Tom as he looked down at you, kissing your hairline and rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. It’s been some time since we’ve been out together, just the four of us.” Tommy explained as he spoke into your hair.

You smiled as you nuzzles deeper into Tom, content with the slow folk music Wilbur had put on as he silently talked to Aidan. You started to doze off from the warmth and comfort Tommy brought you.

Tom could tell you were getting sleepy so he slid down the seat a little so your head was in the crook of his neck. “Go to sleep love, I’ll wake you up when we’re there ok?”

As you nodded, you’d lowly started to slip in and out of consciousness as peaceful thoughts and sleep came over you.

**********

“Y/n. Y/nnnnn. Y/N!” You startled awake, quickly sitting you, hitting your head on the seat in front of you as you did so. Groaning in pain, you looked over and saw Wilbur losing his shit over what just happened and Aidan stifling his own laughs.

“Oh fuck off you two! That hurt you assholes.” You whined out to them as you scooted out of the car, rubbing your head.

“Y-Yeah, but it was so fucking funny! Your face I-“ You crossed your arms as you deadpanned at the tall lengthy man that was now rolling on the ground from laughter. “Aidan he-help! It hurts!” Wilbur laughs out as he holds his stomach.

“Good. Where’s Tom?” You asked as Aidan pointed to the boy setting up the blanket and pillows he brought under a tree. The tree has light hung on them and it looked beautiful.

“Holy- when did he do this?”

“Oh! That?! He called me for help this morning with it!” Wilbur did as he got his breathe back, dusting himself off as he walked over to us.

You smiled at the thought of Tom planning this all out for you and taking time to do this, just for you.

“This idiot.” You whispered out as you started to walk to him.

“Yeah, love sick idiot.”

“Will! Shut up, you’re the same way.” Aidan smacked his chest as he smiled at the couple that now sat on the blanket.

“So- you did this for me?” You asked Tom as you settled on the blanket, wrapping your arms around your body as a cold chill ran up your spine. Tommy noticed this, quickly rummaging through the carry on bag, digging up the sweater Aidan gave him “just in case.”

Smart-ass.

“Here. Take this my love. And yes, I did. You deserve something like this every once in a while. You work too hard to not get some relaxation.” Tommy said as you put the sweater on and smiled at him as you fixed your hair that was everywhere.

“Thanks.” You whispered out as you looked at the ground, biting your lip to keep the wide smile that was trying to come out of bring from spreading onto your face. Heat took over your entire body as you flushed at everything Tom did for you.

Your thoughts got interrupted by Tommy wrapping his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. “Anything for you my love. Oh! This isn’t even the best part. Come with me!” Tommy quickly got up as he held out his hands for you to take. You hesitantly took them, pushing yourself off the ground as Tommy held you in place, moving to stand behind you.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered in your ear as you smiled at the question.

“Always.”

“Good.” After Tom said that, your sight went pitch black, noting that Tommy covered your eyes with his hand. “Aidan! Stop making out with my brother and turn off the lights!”

“Ok! Ok, I’m going!” He yelled back as he unplugged the outlet of the lights from the portable one they had.

“Ok, now we’re gonna slowly walk- there we go. Ok, now don’t open your eyes quite yet!” Tommy told you as he took his hands off your eyes and moved to be in front of you. You used your senses to help you figure out where you were. The air smelt fresh with a hint of lime and maple from the trees. You could hear the music from the car still but it was fuzzy and muffled so you obviously moved farther away from it. “Ok- now open!”

You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the new lighting. You saw Tommy standing in front of you with his hands out, doing some type of jazz hands. He had a big smile on his face as he looked up at the sky.

That’s when you say it. All of it.

The sky was painted with all sorts of purples and pinks and blues accompanied the lifeless looking night sky, with little specks of white written all over it. You could easily spot the constellations in the sky, the different planets that were apparent in the bright night sky. It was all so beautiful. All too unreal.

You smiled up at the sky as you started to slowly twirl, watching as the sky moved with your movements. You looked at Tom, a wide smile taking over both of your faces as you laughed out in joy. You walked up to him, throwing your arms around him and resting you forehead on his.

“This is beautiful Tommy. Thank you. For all of it. Thank you so so much-“ You cut yourself off as you quickly cupped his face and pushed your lips onto his. Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood on your tiptoes, getting impossibly closer to him. The kiss was slow, neither of you wanting to rush it or ruin the moment. Both of you poured all your love and appreciation in the kiss, wanted to show each other how much the other meant to them.

You pulled away slowly as you took a deep breathe, panting as you tried to get air in your lungs. Tommy rested his forehead against yours as he kissed your cheek, slowly moving to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you.” Tommy whispered into your collarbone as he slowly started swaying you both to the muffled rhythm that came from the car.

“I love you too.” You whispered out into the air as you placed a hand in his hair, slowly rubbing and playing with his hair. You started to hum along with familiar song that was playing off in the distance, making the Tommy fall deeper into a relaxed state.

“Hmm wanna watch the stars with me love?” Tommy asked as dragged you down onto the grass, lying down opening his arms for you to come lay in.

“Yes darling, I’d love too.” You giggled as you lied in Tommy’s arms, looking up at the sky as you admired every little thing about it. “Did you know that Saturn- is right there?”

Tommy chuckled, your head bouncing with his chest as he shook his head and replied, knowing full well he did, but loved hearing you talk about these things. “No I didn’t. Tell me more?”

“Yes so-“

From Tommy’s phone, it showed you had been talking about the stars and planets and space- for an hour and a half. And he was enjoying every second. Every bit of information you told him, he absorbed and kept. Just in case you asked him next time.

“Ok love. It’s currently 1 am. And you and me have some influencer shit to do tomorrow! So let’s go! We’ll get food and then go to sleep at yours?” Tommy asked as he helped you up from the wet ground.

“Perfect.” You smiled at him as you clasped your hands together, making your way back to the tree. As you helped Tom grab everything and put it back in the back and back where it needs to be, you both slowly made your way to Wilbur’s old, beat down car.

“Wait- let’s see how long it takes them to notice us.” Tommy pulled you back from the car as you both saw Aidan and Wilbur making out with each other.

Surprise surprise.

“Jesus- I don’t know who’s worse. They’re both equally as horny and desperate but damn-“ You said as you looked at the pair, grimacing at the scene in front of you. “He better not-“

As you were about to finish your sentence Wilbur started to pull at the hem of Aidan’s shirt, and that’s when you called it quits.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! PG-FUCKING 13 PLEASE!!” You yelled as you turned away from the two as Tommy just laughed at your comment. “Jesus- find your self respect Aidan-“

“Y/n- we talked about this. I dropped it a long time ago when I met this dumbass.”

“Well fucking find it! Don’t have sex in front of your sibling you idiot!”

“Oh shut it y/n! We weren’t gonna do anything!” Wilbur sighed out as he fixed his hair and shirt in the rear view mirror.

“Oh yeah? Well those little sneaky hands and these-“ you said pouting at Aidan’s hickeys on his neck. “Say differently. You can… get it on… later. But right now me and Tom are hungry and tired. So let’s go!” You sighed out as you got into the back seat of the car and waited for Tom to get in before leaving against his shoulder.

“Ok- where do you guys wants to go get food? There’s barely anything open right now but-“

“McDonald’s. It’s the easiest.” You matter if factly said as Wilbur scoffed and shook his head.

“What about Wendy’s? That’s always good.”

“Closed.” Aidan said as he showed Wilbur the website.

“Shit.” Wilbur cursed out as you laughed at him.

“Loser.”

“You little-“

“Will. Not my sibling.” Aidan quickly stopped Wilbur before he could say anything else.

“I agree with Y/n. It is really the easiest.” Tommy said as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Oh shut it! Don’t agree with them! Don’t be a simp-“

“Know what! McDonald’s it is. And Wilbur stop being a little hypocrite ok? You’re the same way. Now, come one! They close in an hour!”

“Ok, ok. I hate when you’re right.” Wilbur mumbled out as Aidan smirked at him.

“So… all the time?” You asked no one in general. Wilbur scoffed as you saw Aidan nodded.

“Pretty much-“

“You’re lucky you’re dating my brother… and I’m dating yours.”

“Mhm. You love me.” You sleepily said as your closed your eyes, sleep taking over your body every waking second.

Wilbur chuckled and nodded. “Yeah- yeah I do.”

The rest of the car ride was spent with Wilbur and Aidan singing along to the CD Wilbur made and Tommy playing with your hair and whispered silly little nothings between the two of you.

“I love you.” You whispered out to Tom as you looked up at him.

He smiled back down at you as he pressed a kiss onto your temple and placed your head on his chest.

“And I love you more, my star.”

Taglist: @mysticalsoot @anon-duck @art3m1s-adelia (if anyone wants to be added, all you have do to us ask lovelies!)

[princessbiteme0o0]

You Never Come Back From a Loss Like Him… (IDEK x reader-ish-)

MAJOR. SPOILERS. FOR MW3.

(A/N): It’s been since the preorder release day since I’ve played the campaign fully of MW3 and I’m still heartbroken over what happened with Soap. Ugly cried for 45 minutes, took out the disc and nearly snapped it in half at what shit, so have this sad, gut wrenching, heartbreaking example of how I think Price would’ve told Soap’s significant other if he had one… it’s short, I’m sorry, but god I’m so sad about this shit.

Summary: DO NOT read this if you haven’t played MW3 or don’t know how it ends. That’s all I can really say… But I’m upset, you’re upset. Everyone. Is. Fucking. Upset.

WARNINGS: S P O I L E R S, Major character death, I can’t do this anymore guys, if TikTok gives me another edit of Soap’s death I’m gonna fucking cry again. I didn’t realize I was still so upset about a fictional character dying. It’s just- idk bro. Too. Fucking. Much.

—💔—💔—

She knew something was wrong. She knew something had happened. It had been five days since she heard from him. Her heart rested heavy in her stomach as she constantly paced the living room waiting for his call. All day. All night. But she hadn’t heard a single whisper of a ring from the phone. The only thing she could hear was her heart thumping in her ears.

The first day everything was fine…

“I love you, Sweetie. I’ll call ye when I get back to base.” His Scottish accent rang through the phone making her smile to herself.

“I love you too babe… Please be careful; ya know me and little bean need you home safe.” Her voice softly begged him through the line, holding her round belly in her palm, gently massaging it in reassuring circles for both her mental stability and their baby’s.

“I’ll never let you down, Darlin’.” He chuckled through the line before hanging up.

The second day was also normal, but she was still bustling around the house to find things to do to distract herself. She one it was a dangerous mission and her nerves were amped up being in her finally trimester of pregnancy.

The third day was when she knew something was wrong. She bit on her nails and nearly tugged her hair out as she remembered back to the day they first met.

“What’s yer name, Lass?” Johnny asked, sliding into the bar stool beside hers. Turning to look at him, a small smirk on her lips as her eyes flashed up to his Mohawk. He grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he saw her eyes moving up to his hair. “Ya like my hair, hmm?”

“Mmh no.” She grinned back at him as he feigned hurt and she giggled at his little act. The second he heard her sweet little giggle, he knew he was fucked.

“Well that’s a wee bit hurtful, don’tcha think?” He placed a hand over his heart and she outright laughed, making him chuckle along with her.

“Maybe you’re right. Let me make it up to you and buy you a drink.” She says with a wink.

“Iddn’t that s’posed to be my line?” He asks with a hearty laugh and he doesn’t miss the wink that she gives him.

“Maybe if you’re old fashioned.”

The fourth day is when the tears came. She knew something was wrong; Johnny never went this long without some type of communication. He always wanted to give her peace of mind. Her stomach churned as she paced back and forth in front of the couch, tears of nervousness pricking at the corners of her eyes. She never wanted him to go on this mission; he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone what his missions were, but he always told her. Having said that, she knew this man was dangerous.

It was cresting into the fifth night when the doorbell rang. She nearly launched herself at the door in hopes that Johnny was there to surprise her. Swinging the door open, her eyes were met with John Price.

“No… No, no, no.” She muttered out, her vision becoming blurry and her mind going blank.

“I’m so sorry…” Price whispers out, making her choke out a sob. Falling to her knees, Price carefully grabs her and falls to his knees with her to insure her safety and prevention of any injury. The guilt had been eating him alive. Johnny saved his life; sacrificed himself for Price and that alone made coming to her to tell her the news even harder. She collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

“But, but he promised.” She choked out in between her cries and whimpers.

“I know, Sweetheart… I know.”

[pharawee]

I love Chains of Heart. I really, really do. I just wish they'd had more time or money or idk to have better script editing. This series could be so much better with a tighter script.

This week especially could have been incredible without all the repetition (I get why they did it and I get that flashbacks and circular storytelling are a staple of Asian drama but imo it went way over the top and deprived us of scenes and reactions that could have shown us more of the actual fallout of everything that's been going on.

Slightly off-topic but I love the sfx make-up here. The blues and greens of the fresh bruises and the texture of the scraped skin are so well done (lmao I'm not being creepy, I swear, I used to do cosplay and I love my bruise-wheel). And the bruises actually change between scenes too, showing the passing of time (or maybe Lue has supernatural healing now, who knows).

But yeah, this is what I was talking about. I wish we'd actually seen this conversation happen (rather than just the beginning of it) instead of more flashbacks. And yes, it's not strictly necessary for the narrative. It's just that I want to see more of Hin/Marc Pahun and I was so curious about his reaction once he'd figured it all out.

Same with these two. They wasted a whole scene on Deedee waking up and deciding to go for a hearty breakfast. Instead, he could have called Phayu to make the connection between them clearer. This one short slip-up on Deedee's part is the only hint that he's the one Phayu sent to watch over Ken.

Also, this bit with Nott. I don't know if it's because they're planning a spin-off with Nott and Guy (I'm all for it!) but I don't think anyone who hasn't read the novel(s) will necessarily realise that Nott has genuine psychic powers and that this is a perfectly reasonable thing to happen in the author's book universe.

(It could have been even more confusing, though. There's a bit in the novel where another one of Phayu's friends (it's ok, he has his own novel too) conjures up Peter Lue's ghost because apparently he's hanging around and is understandably worried about why someone stole his whole life.)

This to me was the strongest moment in the whole episode (sorry Ken, I'll get to you in a bit). I was waiting for Hin to figure things out and confront Din about it - even more so since I realised that Hin is actually the oldest sibling (never mind that Marc Pahun is over ten years younger than Boom Raweewit - but I don't even mind since Hin is described as incredibly pretty in the novel lmao. Plus, Din is wearing the face of a presumably older man).

I love the way he chose to confront him via the phone call to make the evidence against Din/Lue even more damning. And I love Hin's (extremely justified) anger, and the way he broke down Din's walls (which must have been something Din was yearning for anyway).

So Lue has an evidence board. Good for him. I half-expected his lair to be filled with photographs and sketches of Ken but apparently he's way more focussed than that (but it would have been super creppy and a nice comparison to Ken's walk-in photoalbums).

Lue/Din also has a whole superhero closet and wtf are you even going to use these weapons for? What, are you going to duel Ingpha with a bat'leth (also do I spot Gun/Fin's garrote)?

But I find this bit even more interesting. Ken is doing something to Lue's phone. Maybe he'll use it to track him down next week? Because it seems like Din/Lue is already planning to leave again. He#s got to see this through, after all.

And then there it is. The big confrontation. Only, I was a bit confused at first until I realised that this is all Ken can do to give in. And at this point there's really no reason to talk about the past anymore. It can't undo the hurt and the pain. It can only destroy what could be a new beginning. There's always going to be an unbridgeable gap between who Din was then and who Lue is now. So Ken finally grants Din/Lue his wish:

And it works, in a way.

Imagine how dizzying and disorienting it must be when your heart feels one person and your mind sees another. But eventually...

I love how this scene is all passion and (re)discovery and as such it mirrored Din and Ken's relationship. But it's also far more gentle and loving and new for them.

And remember when all Din/Lue dreamed about was this:

Well...

It's ok that they forgot the scars. I don't even mind. 😭

Which brings me to Inspector Don aka Poppy my beloved:

And despite the preview for next week I'm still convinced he's a good guy. What other reason is there for him to keep all of this to himself? Plus, he seemed concerned rather than angry (or evil lmao).

So I'm guessing he's actually doing a much, much better (and legal) job of bringing Ingpha down. Negl I'd love for him to save the day, close his case and show that Din's whole quest for vengeance was completely pointless.

Because honestly, was it all really worth it - even if Chief Ingpha is going down in the end?

[bobattef]

Not again.

It seems like the rain bears down harder on the windows of your trailer than others.

The weather has been terrible this whole week but it seems to be after vengeance of some sort this race weekend.

Typical British weather. 

You think to yourself as you try to drown out the noise of the pounding rain on the flat tin roof and instead put it into focusing on the piles of paper work in front of you.

Working as a social media manager for SKY F1 sounded like you were living the life.

Travelling every where the team went for races, Europe, the Americas, Dubai and even out to Australia, plus the long winter break definitely were pros of the job!

“You just sit on your phone all day and get paid for it” is what others have said about your work but they don’t see the cons.

The constant pressure of getting new content out for the fans, in time too!

What was trending online last week is now considered old tat and then there’s the constant displeasing of the drivers and their team principals. 

You don’t mean to make them out be the ‘bad guys’ but sometimes words get muddled up or edits in certain places look malicious to others.

You’ve had your fair share of arguments, along side your own team plus those personal assistants of the drivers and even some drivers yourself for videos or images you’ve published.

**knockknockknock**

A quick but urgent sound of tapping raps on your trailer door.

“Oh gods, what now” you mutter to yourself, closing your laptop and trying to sweep up some of the run way pieces of paper you had scattered around your desk.

You open the door to a soaked through-the-bones Carlos Sainz.

“Can I??” He snaps as he gestures to you to move out his way.

“Carlos” you say through gritted teeth and move out the Spaniards way.

He shakes off the excess water from the down pour you had just made him wait in.

Pulling off his Ferrari jacket, he tosses it over the door edge to the bathroom and you watch as a puddle quickly pools at the bottom of it.

You sigh out in annoyance already.

“Oh I’m sorry, you seem to be a bit stressed Cariño? The sarcasm oozing from the Ferrari drivers voice.

“What do you want Sainz? I’m a bit busy!” you sigh out as you lean back on the very desk you just had your head in your hands in defeat over.

“What are you working on? Some more bullshit about me huh? Or are you going to pick on another driver on the grid today?” he almost spits out, he’s that annoyed.

“Ah, you read my piece about you in quali yesterday?” you smirked at him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more.

You and Carlos had history. That was the short version of the story.

The longer version was that although you never officially ‘dated’ you were always ended up in his bed at every hotel or motor home on every race weekend or he was in yours.

He could fuck you like no other man you had ever been with and the noises that used to fall from his lips were ones he said no other girl has ever made him do.

Sometimes the races that didn’t go too well would work in your favour as you knew you were in for a good night if he was mad about something. 

The pressure of both your jobs meant to the outside world, you were nothing to each other, even enemies perhaps?

It used to be an act. 

You’d walk straight past each other in the paddock, not even a peep from either of you as you sat opposite one another for interviews, but as soon as you clocked off for the night, he’d find you.

Or you’d find him.

Sometimes not even making it out the car park of whatever race you were attending that weekend.

But that act of not giving a toss about the other got a little too real.

You really would be arguing with him more than the other stuff you could have been doing.

Him not happy with certain things that were said by you or members of your team, or you not being happy with how he had portrayed your line of work to other media outlets.

You decided to call it a day before the first race started of this 2023 season.

Cutting it off at the source before the same old ways would continue into this new season just like last years.

He didn’t take it well of course, always telling you you’d have him back but since then he’s perfected his ‘act’ of hating you so well.

“Oh I’m picking on the Redbulls at the moment don’t you worry…” the sarcasm from him was obviously contagious as you now spoke fluently in it.

“Did you see the look on Jos’s face when Max finished 2nd?? you go to laugh, wanting him to join in on the humour but instead you’re met with a shaking of his head.

“Don’t…” he says to you, his voice suddenly sounding a lot softer.

“Don’t what??” you shrug at him.

“Don’t pick on a father and sons rocky relationship for likes on instagram” the venom starting to come back in his voice.

“Yeah, cause that’s all I do. I do shit for likes on Instagram Carlos!” You start to raise your voice.

He’s known your job title for months now, he’s known everything about you for months also and now he wants to make sarky comments about the way you earn your living.

“Is there a reason you’re here tonight?” You say quieter, wanting to calm yourself down “apart from pissing me off?”

But the Ferrari driver doesn’t say a word, instead he closes the distance between you both.

One of his legs fits perfectly in between yours that you had planted to keep you leant on the desk.

Your eyes drop to his lips, suddenly so close to yours and your heart skips a beat when you see his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

Your eyes flutter up to his.

“Carlos…” 

Damn, why is your voice so shaky??

“You said…we said, no more, not again..”

You notice his adam apple bob up and down with the deep breath he swallows.

He closes his eyes taking in your words but his body doesn’t listen.

Instead he pushes his knee upwards, it fits perfectly against your mound with the way you’re slouched on the table. 

“Carlos…” the sudden pressure there makes you gasp out and one of his hands comes up to grab you at your throat.

“Say the words Cariño…say them and I’ll stop” he whispers to you now searching your eyes for an answer he knows isn’t coming.

You simply shake your head.

There’s no way you can tell him to stop now. 

The pressure from his kneecap is making you ache there for him.

Those familiar feelings of butterflies start to grow inside your stomach as you look up at him through your lashes.

The smirk across his face letting you know he’s winning.

“On your knees pretty girl” his lower toned voice vibrates through him as you do what you’re told.

It’s as if your body goes on autopilot, it knows exactly what to as the Spaniard un clips the belt to his race slacks, the sound of the metal clinking open sends signals straight to your core.

You stroke his hardness through his boxers a few times before pulling his cock out, a quick lick of your own lips, you leave your tongue hanging out your open mouth, letting him know you’re ready.

You glance up to him as if you’re waiting for the go ahead.

He’s managed to ball his fist in your hair, holding on as he uses his other hand to pump himself a few times before slapping it on your tongue. 

“Take it hermosa…” he breaths out but you lose the sound of the nickname he calls you under a moan that falls from his lips.

You must of been wanting this moment again just as much as he thought you would, as you almost make it to the base of his cock in one Swift movement.

That feeling of the tip of him, hitting the back of your throat as he sucks in yet another breath.

As you hollow your cheeks moving your head up and down, you run your tongue along the side of him, flicking it across that sweet spot of his and then diving back down to the base once again.

“Mierda” he hisses, using the grip he has on your hair to pull you back.

You smirk up to him, knowing he’d never have someone so willing to choke on his cock like you do.

“Mmm” he mimics the smirk you have on across his own face as he runs his thumb over your lips, wiping the drool that has formed there.

“You still…can tell me to stop, mi Angel”

He always had such sweet pet names for you, sweet being the complete opposite of the way he treated you in the bedroom. 

You were both so fitting together.

Both enjoyed the same type of sex which is probably why you both got addicted to one another so quickly.

“I’m good” you say to him, readying your lips again.

But instead of him guiding your mouth back on his cock, he pulls you up by your pony tail.

“Aaah�� you say out loud as the sharp pain you feel on the roots of your hair catches you off guard.

“You sure Bebe?” Carlos pushes further, double checking you’re on board.

“Yes Carlos…” you go to answer but are cut off by him lightly slapping you round the face.

“Na-uh” he clicks his tongue at your mistake as his hand returns to its place around your throat.

“You know my name…say it” he whispers to you, his breath brushing past your ear sending chills down your spine.

“Yes…papi” Your legs almost buckling at the mention of your old bedroom pet name you had for him.

“Good girl” Carlos breaths back, he enjoyed that name from your lips once again just as much as you heard yours.

“Now turn around…” he tells you but is already guiding you to turn your back on him, the desk you had inside this trailer was at the perfect height to bend you at your waist and the Ferrari driver had no means to let that opportunity pass.

He uses a foot of his to kick yours from underneath you, causing you to spread your legs further. The move making you steady yourself, on your arms.

Placing a hand on your lower back to keep you in place, he runs the other underneath your skirt, grabbing a hold of the waistband of both your tights and your underwear and in one quick pull, he has them down, past your knees and off. 

Smiling slightly at the convenience of you already having your shoes off. 

He keeps your ass covered by your skirt, although not wasting any time to rub his hands over the flesh underneath it.

Jutting his hips forward, you feel his cock pressing you from behind, searching for a way in.

You push your ass out a little bit, trying to meet with the head of his cock, needing it to bury itself deep inside your aching cunt.

Instead he snakes a hand around the front of you, disappearing up your skirt and resting on your, now slick, cunt.

The feel of his fingers pushing in-between your folds has you drop your head slightly.

You arch your back as his thumb starts to circle on your clit whilst he moves his fingers in and out of you.

So skilful this Ferrari driver of yours.

Your eyes widen at the slip up your mind had made. 

He’s not yours anymore. 

You quickly tell yourself, a pang of sadness hits you as Carlos senses your demure change slightly.

“Everything ok Mi amor?” he leans forward and starts to kiss down your neck, slowing down on his assault of you with his fingers.

Fuck! Why does he have to call you that!

“Mmm hmm” you breathe, knowing if you were to speak, he’d know there’s something bothering you.

His fingers come up to meet your mouth, you instinctively wrap your tongue around them, tasting yourself on him.

The way your mouth sucks his fingers makes the Spaniard groan as he positions the tip of his cock just before your entrance.

Finally pushing through, you both moan in sync.

Your walls contracting around the stretch of him going deeper inside.

He bottoms out almost instantly, feeling you shift slightly on your feet as you adjust to his size.

The thoughts you had a few moments ago start to disappear by the rolling of his hips.

You expected it to be fast, hard, but not this fast and hard.

He has a grip on you either side of your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there.

Making marks for sure.

Your whole body shakes with the sheer force he is ramming his cock into you.

You cry out.

The edge of the desk is getting the brunt of Carlos’s moves as the tops of your thighs get slammed into it again and again.

“Fuck!” you rasp out as you try to hold on to wood somehow.

“Yes Bebe, that’s it. Feel it. Feel me” The Ferrari driver isn’t making much sense to you right now but you don’t care for you start to see stars.

How does this man know how to fuck you so well??

It would be a lot easier to call off if this part wasn’t so fucking good!

He’s now released his grip on one side of your hips but uses it to land a slap right across one of your ass cheeks.

Not expecting it, you cry out once again but his hand flies up to your face, cupping your mouth.

“Shhh! You want the whole trailer park to know what I’m doing to you in here hmm? How I’m making you fall apart over your own desk?” He warns you.

You can’t speak so choose to shake your head in answer to his question. 

He moves the hand that was keeping you quiet round to the back of your neck, pushing you down further on the desk.

Your chest now flushed with the piles of paper work that have strewn themselves everywhere after the disturbance they got with Carlo’s fucking you from behind.

“Mierda! I’m going, I’m going to…” he can’t even finish his sentence as the familiar fuzzy feeling from below starts to stir in your core.

You’re barely doing a thing and he’s the one coming undone first.

The thought of you doing this to him, making him lose all his senses warms you within.

You expect him to come any second now, releasing himself inside you like he has done many a time before but he catches you off guard once again as he pulls out of you.

You’re cunt aching for the loss of him almost immediately.

“Wha? What are you doing?” you don’t mean to sound so annoyed with him but you were chasing your own high too.

The Spaniard twists you round again, this time you face him and he lifts you up effortlessly onto the desk.

You lean back on your arms, pushing your chest out towards him.

He takes a minute, drinking in the sight of you.

Spread for him, your skirt had ridden up, bunched around your waist by his pounding.

Your hair almost fallen out of the high pony tail you had it in and sweat started to form on your forehead, causing a few loose strands of curls to stick to it.

Your chest is heaving, your heart slamming against your rib cage just as hard as your body was slamming against the wooden desk just now.

“What’s up?” You ask him, concerned at the sudden stopping from him.

His eye lids have dropped lower, he’s most definitely drunk on lust right now.

His lips are more pink and swollen from his assault he had on your neck, kissing, sucking, biting.

The Ferrari shirt he had on was pulled up slightly, giving you a sneak peek of his perfect abs he had underneath, the fine lines and curves of his body on show for you.

He had turned his hat backwards, when? you can’t recollect but it’s always been a favourite look of yours.

“I want to see you cariño” he smiles at you as he snakes an arm around your lower back, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk.

His cock straining against your entrance almost as if it’s begging him to feel you squeezing around it again.

You notice the tiny bit of pre cum leaking from the tip as it disappears inside you once again.

This time slowly.

He lets out a sigh, like it brings him some sort of relief being there.

Grabbing you by the chin, he tilts your head up towards his gaze.

The smirk he has worn so many times tonight already, flashes across his face once more.

“See mi cielo, what did I tell you?” He lets out a laugh at your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“You’ll have me…again” he says quietly as you feel his cock twitch from inside you.

He pulls it almost all the way out but then slams it back in again, you gasp out his name.

“You going to come for me pretty girl?” he’s not asking you, you notice, he’s telling you.

Moving his hands back down to the space in between you both he begins to rub your clit again.

You buck your hips up towards his hand as he pushes you back down with the snap of his.

The mix of sensations both his hand and his cock are giving you right now makes that familiar coil build up from within.

His movements start to become to sloppy as you know he’s close also.

“Carlos…fuck! Papi!” you hope the Ferrari driver didn’t hear your mistake.

“Yes Bebe…” he moans out. Not being able to hold on for much longer.

“Kiss me…” you ask him, feeling the overspill as you come on his cock, you go to call out his name but instead are met with his lips crashing down on yours.

He kisses you deeply.

You don’t kiss him back straight away as you’re caught in the moment.

Also you try to remember the last time he had kissed you like this.

You return the urgency he has, pushing your tongue through his lips, he welcomes it inside his mouth.

He almost growls out, it’s muffled by your mouth on his, but he comes undone inside you.

Painting your walls with his come.

He doesn’t move his hips at all. 

Instead concentrating all his movements on this kiss you’re both sharing.

You pull back, panting as he rests his forehead on yours whilst he catches his breath.

You both don’t say a word to each other.

Instead focusing on your breathing, being in sync almost as you both come down from your highs.

The sound of him doing up his belt and zipper snap you out of that post sex sleepiness you seem to have every time.

He straightens his hat to where it should be and pulls his shirt back down.

You stay still, watching him closely as he gets himself sorted out.

He tilts his head slightly at you, noticing you staring at him.

“Like what you see?” The same cheekiness he always had comes though his voice.

You smile, weakly, your eyes wanting to close.

“Can say the same about you” he tells you as he steps closer towards you.

He brushes away the hair that had fallen in front of your face as he pulls your legs down to stand on the ground once again. 

Your skirt dropping to its rightful place.

Carlo’s bends down grabbing something and as he straightens back up again you notice he has your underwear in his hand.

Trying not to roll your eyes at him you go to take them from him but instead he moves away from your grasp.

“I’m keeping these” he simply tells you as you huff out at his statement.

“They’re Ferrari red so…” he tries not to laugh at his own joke but your groaning at his line makes him chuckle.

Kissing you on the forehead, something he always done as you said your goodbyes, he grabs his jacket from the door and swings it over himself. 

“You’ll be in Australia right?”  he asks you as he turns away from the door.

“Of course” you grin at him.

“Good, so I’ll see you down under?” he laughs again as he practically hears your eyes rolling at his poor joke, closing the door behind himself.

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #60

Dear Diary, I managed to get a job as a caterer. I'm not all that excited about it, but we need to pay the bills somehow. I'm planning to try busking in Ward Park later, so I'm really hoping I can make some money doing so. -Violet

That morning, before Jenna and Lacy woke up, Violet decided to cook them some eggs and toast. She thought it'd be a nice little surprise after their night out yesterday. Little did she know, disaster was about to strike.

A fire soon erupted from the stope and engulfed Violet. She quickly started to bat out the flames until Lacy came to the rescue. "What the hell happened?" Lacy asked panicked. "HOW?" "I don't know, it just happened."

Jenna wasn't having anything to do with the fire and ran straight outside, clearly tense. After Lacy put the fire out, Jenna headed back inside and cleaned the floor up.

"I was just trying to make breakfast," Violet said. "I didn't mean to set the house on fire. Now we have less money for bills." "We got insurance money from the damaged household items," Lacy tried to console her. "But it still cost more to re-buy everything." "Calm down."

"I can't calm down!" Violet exclaimed. "We have bills to pay, you don't have a job, and Jenna isn't making much off of royalties from her SimTube videos, and I don't start work until later tonight and now I lit the whole house on fire. What do I do?" "Maybe start with a shower?"

While Violet showered, Lacy managed to sign with a talent agency. Meanwhile, Jenna decided to try making breakfast herself. She opted to make salad, because it seemed like the best way to not burn the house down again.

Jenna had the breakfast salad ready by the time Violet was done showering "Jen this is disgusting," Lacy grimaced "Oh, I'm sorry," Jenna said sarcastically. "I wasn't aware you wanted to starve." "Please stop arguing," Violet cut in. "We have more important things to talk about."

"We're seriously short on money, and I need both of you to step up and help out," Violet told them. "I'm going busking later, hopefully I can make some money doing that." "I'll work extra hard on getting videos out," Jenna offered. "I can look into acting gigs," Lacy said. "Good"

Violet made good on her word and headed to Ward Park to try her hand at busking for tips. It didn't seem to work too well, because she made absolutely nothing. Before she knew, it was time to head to her first catering shift.

Jenna spent the day in her room recording, editing, and posting videos with the hopes she'd start receiving royalties soon. Lacy on the other hand, fell asleep on the couch instead of searching for open auditions, at least, Lacy didn't see any acting roles that she wanted.

After waking from her nap, Jenna came out to take a break from editing. "So, what happened to that girl from the club last night?" "Oh, she left after we woohooed," Lacy said with a shrug. "You actually woohooed?" "Well yeah, why else would I have brought her home."

"You're over Owen then?" Jenna asked. As Lacy opened her mouth to reply, Jenna's phone rang. "Holy watcher, it's Marcus." "Who?" "The guy from last night, hold on." Jenna went to her room to take the call. He was asking her on a date for the following day, Jenna happily accepted.

[dee-in-the-box]

Hellooo <3333

Could we get some Jack and Peter content pretty pleaseeeee?

i'll do so for my version of "canon" and for the Brother's Shadow au.

here we go:

Normal:

Jack:

he smokes. quite a bit, might i add.

he lets Dee swear (with permission), because why not.

i think i've mentioned it before, but Jack is transmasc. and also fat/chubby. because Yes.

Jack's hair is supposed to be a mullet. i just can't draw hair too well.

after getting revived by The Real Fredbear, he ended up getting paw pads, his nails turned more into claws than regular nails, his teeth got sharper, and he can make some Really Convincing dog noises. if you ever hear me talk about how "The Real Fredbear assigned Jack to be a partial dogboy," this is what i mean. i like to think this was partially because Blackjack took the form of a dog.

he lost his tooth from a fight in high school.

Jack actually knew that there was some Odd Shit going on with Dave and Henry, but never figured out what exactly went down. when he listened to Henry's tapes...well, he finally figured out what was going on! and it pissed him off!!

Jack feels pity for Dave when they finally run into each other again, considering...All Of That Shit.

Jack has a stuffed cat that he carries around as a sort of comfort item. it was meant to be a birthday gift for Dee on her sixth birthday.

my version of Legacy actually still hates Henry. to put it one way, if regular Jack was giving Henry the middle finger by going "I'll fix your mistakes and set the souls free," then Legacy tried to give Henry the middle finger by going "I'm going to make what you did look like a fucking joke."

Jack is a monsterfucker. i will not elaborate (see: Dave)

Peter:

Peter didn't believe that Jack killed Dee for even a second. he knew that Jack was working that day to begin with, but even then, Jack would never do anything to hurt Dee.

Peter actually sued Henry's ass. and won.

he doesn't like Henry.

he thinks Jack has the weirdest taste in men (see again: Dave).

he really doesn't like the fact that Jack smokes and drinks so much.

had Jack not been wanted by the police, Peter would've let Jack stay with him and Caroline.

Peter's got Guilt over what happened to Jack and Dee.

Peter somewhat recognized Jack when he worked at Freddy's, but he couldn't tell how at the time.

Dee, as the Puppet, would sometimes slip up and call him "Peter."

Brother's Shadow au:

Phone!Jack:

he wasn't properly programmed, so he can still swear. he's still an amnesiac, though.

he could recognize Dee and Dave, but didn't know how he could recognize them.

he and Dave flirted again.

Jack died because he confronted Henry about Dave again, and didn't back down when Henry told him to drop it. Henry knocked him out and put him in the Fredbear suit, and then kicked it a few times after Jack woke up. you can probably guess the rest from there.

he doesn't recognize Henry, but he does feel the urge to call him a bitch a lot. so he does.

he and Dee would take smoke breaks together.

(Black)Jack (Bear Edition):

he took the form of a bear this time, and is basically Shadow Freddy.

he's basically this au's version of the Puppet.

he wants to murder Henry So Fucking Bad.

he Has threatened Henry before about what's gonna happen if he ever tries to harm Dee.

he dragged Henry to the Void at the end of Dsaf 2 after Dee and Henry's fight.

he follows Dee around to give her some comfort. she didn't know it was him for years.

generally pretty chill. unless you're Henry, in which case he is very not chill.

Peter:

he thought Dee looked weird with short hair, but couldn't tell why.

he'd usually be the one to tell Dee and phone!Jack to get back inside during smoke breaks.

he has Brotherly Instincts for Dee and Jack, but doesn't remember why.

he and Jack bicker a lot as Phone Guys

there ya go! everything that comes to mind :]

[daniels-rwby-blog]

RWBY V9E7 Reaction

Chapter 7

Content warning baby!!

The perils of paper houses.

Alright well that's a title for sure.

Still haven't skipped an intro, Casey is doing amazing this volume.

And an origami bird, cute

Seriously? They have them kiss last episode just to have a rough breakup this episode? Are you kidding me? Lazy, lazy writing.

.

April Fools, now back to the ep

Yang is a cannon snorer

Adorable.

Ruby starting the PTSD strong

What he late for?

He lives in a paper town, that's amazing

JAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ, god i need this soundtrack so much

paper pleasers

Wow, the subtlety is out.

Jaune went crazy, confirmed.

The idea of him talking to team RWBY dolls for years is hilarious.

This is crazy, you're crazy.

They all think you're crazy.

NEPTUNE CALL BACK YOOO

Little is sooo cute with that face full of food.

Weiss forever the pessimist.

Exposition paper is exposition.

Everyone is so fluid at the little cafe, the animation is great this volume.

Once again the tree is referred to as a character and a person not a tree.

Ohhh nothing you say? I Think Not.

And yeah jaune has definitely gone nuts, his outburst confirms that.

And neo attacks, and i feel like something was cut there from what Wiess said but oh well, fight scene is awesome.

That knight and knight action, the bee tag team, the punch cut *chef's kiss*

Wiess getting launched wow.

And then the problem.

That clock of crescent rose was so juxtaposed I love it.

NEOOOOO!!!!

Finger guns yeeeeaaaaahhhh

well power upgrade confirmed.

But that fight was great, my favorite this season. Every beat was matched, each character got enough time, we saw some crazy combos, and Wiess got yeeted like team rocket. Not having ruby in the action leaves a lot of room for other stuff, kinda like it from a visual standpoint.

So ruby's PTSD: yeah that's a thing. And 

And jaunes scream and ensuing breakdown. 

Ruby's losing it yeaaaaah.

This outburst into everyone's faces, i think we're seeing what should have happened in apathy way back in V6. But it's a little strange ruby's just been playing off the bees, after her comment earlier. But then jaunes Talkback, like he's not wrong and i think it's okay he's treating her on more his level, like he's obviously way older than them now, but he's not matured at all, he still sees them as his equals deep down, and he still goes for her, even if he does apologize afterwords.

But let's break that down; Lindsay did a great job btw.

So she goes straight to Wiess, with Jaune and home, then the bees, and the rebuttal from jaunes the height difference the framing of the tears.

Ruby yooooo. 

The shut up, the deeper voice,

The look on everyone's face, blakes ears God it's a good scene. 

And then she flipping flies out.

And the sinking paper in the background.

The concept art for this one looks amazing, this was a really cool location and as much as the paper pleasers were short lived, they funny enough filled Their place in the exposition, and the integration of tales of ever-after stuff Is welcomed. 

alright, I've got a theory cooking so stay tuned for that, guys this is a lore dump ep so it's gonna be a long one.

EDIT: I JUST LOOKED UP THE CREDIT FOR THE PURPLE ONE AND IT'S FUCKING CIEL'S VA?!?!?!??? GET THE CAT ON THE PHONE SHE CAME BACK IN A NOTABLE WAY OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

[joshuasearing]

Thursday 4th January 2023

Hey journal so last night I had about 11 hours sleep and Jesus my body and mind needed it. I woke up today at 10ish relaxed for a little then got up made some porridge and also had a banana. I also quickly got changed and quickly got ready for the day. Today I still feel like death I feel awful. I feel so burnt to the ground. Anyways after a little while I forced myself out of the house, then went to the bus stop. Once I got to the bus stop, after about 15 minutes of waiting, I’m on my phone and I look up and the bus has literally drove straight past me I was fuming. Anyways I decided to just walk to the gym. Once i got to the gym I mainly focused on my back. In the gym I could not push myself that hard at all as my body was literally screaming at me telling me to stop. So I did a light about 30 minute session. Then after the gym I went to the shop and got myself another packet of almonds. Once I did this I walked home. Once i got home, I made my protein powder. I then had some ravioli on toast and also a hot chocolate. I then for the last hour have not really done much. However about 30 minutes ago Ellie a manager from work asked me if Morgan was ok by Snapchat message. So I answered with “idk why”. She then proceeded to tell me that class night there was an accident with a motorcycle where a guy had died. The bike was black and the guy was in he’s 20s. So this got me worrying for a little while, as also the accident was in an area that I know that he drives round. He is also 20 and drives a black motorbike. Anyways long story short after a while of trying to tet hold of him he answered my call and I was like thank fuck for that. So luckily my friend is all alive and well. But all my wishes and prayers goes to the unfortunate person that did lose he life. When on the phone I explained to him what was going on and that’s about it. Anyways today I have also edited and posted a few tiktoks but that’s about it. Anyways speak to you later journal! Bye journal!

[survey--s]

512.

What do you really think about where you live? I love the location - right by the beach and surrounded by amazing countryside, but I do wish there was more to do here without having to drive 45 minutes in any direction, lol.

Relationship status? Married.

Is anyone’s smile etched into your memory? No, not especially.

Your mom tells you she’s pregnant, you say? Well, she went through menopause about a decade ago and she’ll be 65 in a month, so I’d be genuinely horrified lol.

When was the last time you actually wrote someone a letter? I wrote Susie a note today when I finished sorting her dogs.

Have you kissed anyone in the past 27 days? Yeah. That’s a very precise number, lol.

Last person you shared food with? Mike.

Have you been a happy, angry, or sad person lately? Happy, for the most part.

How long did your shortest relationship last? Aside from silly ones in school that lasted a couple of weeks, about three months.

Has there been anyone particular on your mind at all today? Yeah, Susie as both her dogs had problems today lol. Guy is limping and won’t weight-bear on one foot, and then Pixie had the shits.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? Leggings.

Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Of course.

Do you need to say anything to someone? No.

Do you think before you speak? Sometimes.

What was the last movie you watched? Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. The extended edition DVD.

Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Yeah.

When was the last time you wore a dress? Yesterday.

What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? Pepsi Max.

Is it easy for someone to make you smile/laugh? Yes, most definitely.

How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Two. My husband and my dad.

When was the last time you laid in bed with someone else? This morning before I got up.

What’s something you remember about kindergarten? Playing with the rabbits and guinea pigs.

Plans for this week? I’m working Tuesday-Friday (today is a Bank Holiday) and then next weekend is another Bank Holiday for the coronation so I have another three days off - no plans of yet, though.

Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: Aside from my husband, no.

Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: Hahah oh yes. Not really in a negative, nasty way though - just my dad is quite...set in his ways even though those ways aren’t necessarily logical lol.

If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: I only ever use it for FaceTime.

When was the last time you felt lonely?: I genuinely don’t remember - I rarely ever feel that way.

Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: Linnet, I think.

What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?: I can’t remember, probably some sweets or something.

Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: No.

When was the last time you threw a party?: I honestly don’t remember. I don’t do parties, lol.

Does your best friend have a job?: He’s a plasterer/tiler and always has been. He’s worked since he was fourteen.

Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: Yeah.

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: If there’s a decent amount left, sure.

Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: No, is that even a thing here? Even if it was, I drive a manual car lol.

What are you listening to? The Big Bang Theory but it’s just background noise.

Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? Bazinga.

What does your last text say? “I’ll take a look - thank you xx” from Susie.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No.

Last missed call? I think it was just an unknown number.

Last person you talked on the phone with? My mum.

Do you like vitamin water? No. I tried it once and it just tasted really bland and weird.

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? No.

What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? I think they’re very sensible.

Are you more independent or dependent? Independent.

Do you believe that what comes around goes around? It’s a really nice idea, but no.

Where is one place you want to visit? Japan.

Are you pissed off about anything? No.