#essie's smile omg

[phryneluvbot]

WHY ARE THEY SO ADORABLE

[intrepidacious]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @levans44

Bucky Barnes; grumpy/sunshine, enemies to lovers; modern AU neighbors; fluff

You sat on your knees in the garden, your plush grass pairing nicely with the new petunias you were planting in rows at the corner of your house near the property line.

As you looked in front of you, you could see the way your well-treated lawn contrasted with the brown patches in that of your neighbor’s. Since he moved in, you watched as a once beautiful piece of land became a little overgrown. What confused you about it most, though, was the fact that you had never really seen him leave his house. Sure, every now and then, you’d hear the roar of a motorcycle and peek through your curtains to see the Beefcake riding away, but it was few and far between.

But the bike hadn’t left the driveway in some time, and as you looked down at the plethora of greens before you, you figured you had some to spare. Brushing your knees free of dirt and removing your gardening gloves, you decided to pay your reclusive neighbor a visit.

As you knocked on the door, you were caught by surprise when it whipped open, revealing him in all of his brooding glory. He wore a white tank, too tight for your sanity, as it clung to his abs and chest. And oh man, did he have abs for days.

You swallowed at the sight, but quickly averted your gaze to his face in response to this low grunt of, “what?”

That view wasn’t much better. The light stubble on his chiseled jaw had you fighting the urge to reach out and see if it would cut your finger.

“H-hi. I’ve got some extra petunias. I was wondering if you might want them? I-I’ll plant them if you want. I also have some lawn feeder if you’re interested. Not that your lawn is bad, it’s just, I thought I could help you care for it—not that you don’t know how to care for it! Just…”

You wanted to facepalm with the word vomit that was spilling out of your mouth, except…. the stranger started to smile, laugh lightly even. He saved you from making a further fool of yourself, too.

“I think that all sounds great, neighbor. I really appreciate it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked out to his front yard. “Not really used to the whole ‘having my own home’ thing yet. I grew up in the city, so thank you for your offer.”

His smile had you bashfully blushing. “I’m Bucky by the way. And I just made lunch. You wanna, uh, come inside for some and we can discuss the grass that I don’t know how to take care of?”

You laughed and hid your face behind your hands. “I’m sorry about that. I told you I wasn’t assuming, though!”

He laughed at that and it was like music to your ears, as he held the door open for you and you became enveloped in the most homey aromas.

PLEASE I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THIS 😭😭 big city boy bucky!! could let me ride on his motorcycle 👉🏼👈🏼

this was such a lovely surprise omg thank you @levans44 for requesting this for me?? 🥺 and essie you're an artist omg i'm swooning !!! thank you thank you thank you 💛

[fuutakaijyama]

HAAIIII ITS 🪼ANON REPORTING FOR DUTY!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ could i request all MILGRAM characters (possibly including es, but if not or if its too many its a okay!) x a reader who is a fashion designer who makes lolita-ish clothes? likee reader designs clothes and asks the chars to model them. Lolita clothes r so pretty i love them so much ajkfaj

YESSS OMG SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OHMIGOSH I WAS SOSOSOSSOSOSOOOOO BURNT OUT I NEEDED A LITTLE BREAK!!!!!!!!

A LOLITA LAYOVER?! ft MILGRAM ( ♡ )

synopsis: You’ve been making clothing for each of the prisoners for what feels like years; now they have a request for something you could make them.

warning: none!

alo’s notes: I LOVE THIS IDEAAAAAA I LOVE LOLITAS AND JFASHION IN GEN THIS IS SO CUTEE

ES

“ES! C’mere I need you to try something for me!” You’d yell from your cell as you heard ES groan, begrudgingly you watched the 15 year old stomp their way to your cell like a child.

“What?!” ES complained as you held out a pastel colored suit for them, along with a larger cape you had made previously.

“Try these on for me, I put a lot of hard work into making them so you should be appreciative of it!” You remarked proudly as ES took the garments from you going back into their room to change.

Es came out hunched over as you smiled, taking off their hat and ruffling their hair. “Essie!~ Oh your so cute like this!” Es scoffed, rolling their eyes as they swatted your hand from their hair;

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

001 SAKURAI HARUKA

It’d been a few months since you’d given Haruka a piece to wear, you’d been thinking about something to make him when you remembered an idea you had months ago.

“Haruka! C’mere I wanna see something!” You called for the blue haired boy, holding something in the small of your hands; he came into your cell with a small ‘huh’ sounding noise as you placed a blueberry pie themed hat onto his head.

Look! It’s a hat I made! You want it?” You asked gingerly as Haruka pulled the hat from his head flipping it around in his hands.

“Mhm.. can I keep it..? Please..?” He’d look at you with expecting eyes, his brow noticeably tugging upwards as he did his best to hold eye contact.

“Yeah of course! I made it just for you!” You’d grin as you watched his face light up, a wobbly smile on his face as he hugged you. “You're the best [Name]!”

002 YUNO KASHIKI

“‘Nother dress for me [Name]?~” Yuno chuckled as you came into her cell with another dress for her to check out. You’d made fairly simple dresses for Yuno as she seemed like the kind of girl to like simple dresses but this time you wanted to be a bit more extravagant.

“Yep! I think you’ll like this one too!~” You smiled, handing Yuno the crinoline lined dress, it had an iconic cupcake shape and special hand threaded lacing on the front, it complemented her hair color.

She gave you a cheeky grin running away to go try it on; coming out shortly after with her uniform in hand and a large smile on her face as she spun around.

“I might just steal this from you [Name]~”

003 FUUTA KAJIYAMA

Fuuta didn't understand the purpose of you bringing him outfits but as time passed he’d ask you to bring him one every few weeks or months, this time around he had come with a request.

A drawing made with Amane’s fresh pack of crayons that he had drawn up on the floor of his cell, showing it to Mahiru before approaching you with it.

It was one of a large bunny sweater, blues and whites with hints of red everywhere.

His face would flush as you listened to his idea of the outfit, happily you obliged, picking out anything that you had to get the job done.

You handed over the bunny sweater watching him pull the large garment over his head as he smiled admiring the feeling of the soft fabric as he felt it through his fingers.

The rough-edged boy seemed dull at that moment, holding your new creation with as much care and delicacy as possible, muttering words of thanks and gratitude as much as he could.

“Thank you.. [Name].. it's fucking amazing..”

004 KUSUNOKI MUU

Muu was never one to ask you for much, she’d never really talk to you either, Muu had been simple and timid when it came to your ability to make clothing for her she wanted to make your life a little bit easier.

She explained the concept of a yellow chiffon-like dress which she had thought about before not knowing how to make or get one.

Reluctantly you made it for her, adding long droopy sleeves and slimmed boning, finally, you handed it over to her the expression on her face reading of both shock and happiness.

“[Name]..! I didn't actually need you to make this! I.. dunno what to say..”

005 KIRISAKI SHIDOU

He’d seen your work with Mahiru and Fuuta, so much so that he wanted to get something from you as well.

You’d look over to the purple patterned fabric lord knows how many times as you stitched it to the inner side of the coat, sighing deeply as your fingers held the needle tightly.

You questioned your ability as you gripped the fabric, feeling your shoulder become warmer with a tight yet soft grip.

“The coat looks good.. I can't wait to see the finished product.”

006 SHIINA MAHIRU

Mahiru had always been fashionable, looking so dolled up even in her prison uniform. Now Mahiru cuddles up to you while you make her a new dress.

“This fabric is so much cuter than this one.. oh! But this one is so much softer!”

She doted over the fabrics you'd placed in front of her as she felt the difference between them.

“[Name]!~ Help me pick out one of these!~” She’d squeal as she hugged your shoulders playfully, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck as she smiled at you.

008 MOMOSE AMANE

Throughout your time knowing Amane she had never once asked you for anything large, majority of the time the only thing she'd ask of you was just if you could patch up the uniform they supplied her.

Amane seemed to be working with her impulses today instead of usually working against them, coming up to you requesting a green and blue dress.

As to your surprise she wanted to watch you make her dress, not only that but she wanted to be actively involved in it as well, even going as far to ask for large changes throughout the process.

009 MIKOTO KAYANO

Mikoto was the first person to ask you if you'd be willing to make clothing for him, whether it’d be hats, sweaters, or socks he’d always have something for you.

Tonight was no different, Mikoto and you just sat there in your cell as you stitched together a pair of mittens by hand, he’d just watch over you, his hand over yours as he inspected your handy work.

Your legs thrown over each other as you leaned into his chest, your back pressed up against his body, his chin on your shoulder.

“[Name], can I try these on when you're done?"

[calmlb]

OMG IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESSIE :D !!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) [imagine a picture of dazai with a birthday hat]

AHHH TYSM 😭🥹🩷 aww the thought of Dazai in a birthday hat makes me smile hehe tysm!! 🥰

[0risha]

Hi!! Congratulations on reaching 1k followers, you deserve all the love for being awesome❤️🎉

Secomd of all would like to join the event:

Char: Haruchiyo Sanzu

Fem!reader

Angst

Song: 4 in the morning by gwen stefani

Timestamp: 4:00 am

Thank you so much and see you again for 2k!

「 4 : 00 AM 」

tags... angst one mention of drugs + fem!reader + sanzu has pink hair in this purrr

note... I'm not confident at writing angst omg but anon thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you like it!!

ORISHA'S 1K EVENT :: CLOSED

It’s not rare for the side of your bed to be vacant, really. You’ve learned to never take it to heart (not the healthiest route, you know) but it’s no use – sanzu isn’t easily attainable, slipping out of your fingers when you’ve only begun to think you’ve gotten a bare hint of understanding of what it means to be him – to be with him.

Though it doesn’t mean you haven’t grown to be fond of the pieces he chooses to display to you. Sanzu is loyal to an extent (the extent way higher than others) but his allegiance to keeping your heart afloat is nothing less than a cruel joke.

In the midst of pondering, you don’t notice a door clicking shut, a muffled noise nor the scuffle of feet. A haze of bright pink is all a sign for you to snap your eyes shut.

Your heart's beating like a rapid drum and you're sure he’ll hear it if he inched any closer. Your fear spikes to undesirable heights as the bed dips. In your feigned sleep, your nose catches the scent of iron (you most certainly know what it hints at it) with a tinge of his natural scent slithering through.

You internally curse at your decision to face his side of the bed, you can only hope he doesn't see the way your eyelashes flutter or the way your nose twitches with no rhythm.

He doesn't.

A low deep sound and an arm that comes to hook itself around your waist is enough indication that Haruchiyo is fast asleep.

At the speed of molasses, you're opening your eyes and with a small sigh of relief, you sweep your gaze across the plane of his face. Moonlight slithers through the face of a window, he's no longer a shadow (physically, that is).

You bring a hand to his cheek, the slight touch isn't enough to make him stir. His eyelashes form two pretty halos on his cheekbones. You can conjure an image of his eyes, all bright and brilliant and blue. You've always wondered if you first fell in love with his looks, the enigma second.

Ever so lightly, you trace his pointed scars, a somber smile hanging off your lips.

Sanzu's presence has always been hollowed deep inside you, burrowed to the point where you're convinced your flesh is no longer your own.

It's not healthy nor is it safe. You know he's using you: you're just a home to come to, a body to hold. He probably loves being tied in fibers of ecstasy from drugs more than you.

Laying in heavy silence with tears you let flow freely and the taste of salt on your tongue is enough to know.

To know you can’t shake off the grip he has on your bruised heart that you wish you would've hidden further beneath your sternum.

It's stifling, it's foolish and if he were to wake, probe into your thoughts, he'd let out a sound of maniacal laughter and give you a look of askance.

You're no longer a child and love is no longer a fairytale. It's only limerence that seems like it is.

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[wherethewordsare]

#14 omg and they were roommates😂😂😂 can this pls be a college au. Im just *feeling it~*

Ily jay ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu

Jesus, Cheese, darling, I am so fucking sorry this took me a century to write!!! <3 <3 <3 ily too, duck <3

14. We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other

“Geralt, oh Geralt!” A sing-song voice pierced through his foggy head as fingers pinched his socked toes over the arm of the couch, shaking his leg gently. “Come on, sleepy head. We’re going to be late.” Jaskier was standing at the end of the couch and Geralt could tell he was beaming, despite the heavy scarf that was wrapped around his head. 

“Hmm.” Geralt rolled, tucking his legs in as he smooched his face into the couch. There was only so much Jaskier being that chipper he could handle while he was still hung over. “No.” He grumbled and burrowed deeper into the cushions. 

“You didn’t even know what I was going to ask!” Jaskier pulled down his scarf and crossed his arms over the end of the couch, leaning his chin against them. 

“You’re up early which means it can be nothing good.” Geralt blindly searched for a pillow and gave it a gentle heft at his roommate who knocked it back down to his shins easily. “Besides, it was your idea to go out drinking last night. The least you could do is let me sleep.” 

“But you promised to help me today,” Jaskier pouted, though his eyes gleamed with mischief. “And what if I get you one of those coffees from the place on the corner you always say costs too much but you would drink a gallon of it if you could?” 

Geralt lifted his head, squinting at his roommate but sighed and relented. There was only so much bribery and pouting he could take. “Fine, but it better be a large.” 

“With a double shot of espresso!” Jaskier beamed over the edge of his scarf, getting to his feet as he helped Geralt to his. “You just watch, Geralt. This is going to be the best Christmas yet!” He was already heading towards the door.

“Wait. What are we doing?” Geralt suddenly felt as though he maybe should have stayed on the couch. 

-o-O-o-

The little Christmas market set up downtown was overly crowded, a mess of churning bodies and packages and little cardboard trays stacked with fried things covered in powdered sugar. One such mess was being pushed into Geralt’s hands as he tried to hang back around a light pole. 

“Jaskier, why are we doing all this? We didn’t bother last year,” he picked over the confection in his hand. It was irritatingly delicious and he couldn’t hide his face fast enough for Jaskier not to notice. 

“We didn’t bother last year cause we had only just moved in. There was simply no time. Besides, I hadn’t realized you didn’t really-” he cut himself off, worrying his lip for a moment as he searched for the right words.

Geralt groaned inwardly. He had hoped that there had been enough alcohol that night that Jaskier had simply forgotten. The foster system wasn’t exactly how you made lasting childhood memories of happy holidays. But it had never bothered him and he didn’t see why it had to bother Jaskier. But then Jaskier was looking at him with those fucking eyes. 

“Nothing crazy,” he sighed, relenting. He offered Jaskier a piece of funnel cake and tried not to stare at the powdered sugar that stuck to his lip. “I see one spec of tinsel and you’ll be staying with Essi for a month.�� 

“Oh, bah humbug to you too, darling.” Jaskier laughed, his cheeks flushed in the cold, and Geralt had to look elsewhere. He tried not to linger on the thought of what that laugh did to his insides, let alone the affectionate ‘darling’ Jaskier seemed to drop when he found Geralt being particularly difficult. Instead, he shoved the last of the funnel cake into his face and glowered off into the distance. 

-o-O-o-

The evening was a collection of cliche traditions that Geralt had only ever seen in movies. He never thought that real people actually decorated their whole place in fairy lights and an actual live tree. He would roll his eyes and huff but let himself be pulled into the kitchen to get dough rolled out or back into their tiny living room to try to find space for the live tree Jaskier mooned over in the market. He cussed up a storm as he untangled the second-hand lights but made sure to handle the ornaments Jaskier brought out with care. He tried not to think too much about a much younger Jaskier holding these same ornaments and passing them to his Gran as Geralt passed them to him now. 

He was surprised when Jaskier stuck to softer classics for the music that he streamed from their tv, keeping the volume low. For all the cheesiness that he was being subjected to, he could appreciate that Jaskier was doing things at a pace Geralt wouldn’t get overwhelmed so that by that evening when everything was decorated and the cookies were baked and Geralt was on the couch looking around, he couldn’t help but smile. 

Jaskier had plugged in the tree and turned off the other lights. When he came back into the living room carrying a tray, he was lit by the Christmas lights, ornaments casting off sparks that danced along the ceiling and walls sometimes fell across his face. 

Oh. 

Jaskier slid onto the couch, folding his legs under him as he leaned into Geralt’s side. It was as natural as breathing the way Geralt’s arm wrapped around him, pulling him a bit closer. Jaskier had already put on the Muppet Christmas movie and would hear no protests about it. 

“It’s a classic and you’ve never seen it and I can’t let that continue!” He sipped his hot chocolate as he snuggled closer. 

It was peaceful even as Jaskier hummed most of the tunes under his breath. Geralt didn’t remember turning to look at Jaskier or how long he had been staring. When Jaskier looked up at him though, he couldn’t bring himself to look away again. 

He set down his mug and carefully took Jaskier’s as well, setting it down beside his own. When had it gotten this easy to just lean into all the things he had wanted since he had moved in with his best friend almost a year ago? And that’s exactly what he did. He leaned in, his hands coming up to cradle Jaskier’s face gently as he kissed him hesitantly, giving him all the room to back out in case… in case… 

Jaskier froze for a moment, long enough for Geralt to nearly lose his nerve. He nearly pulled away when frantic hands came up to cover his own, holding them there. Jaskier gave a strangled kind of laugh before pushing up into Geralt’s space and kissing him breathless. 

He pulled away, chuckling for a moment, pressing his forehead to Geralt’s. He had tasted of hot chocolate and sugar cookies and Geralt would never be able to taste those again without feeling like his heart was going to pound out of his chest. “Had I known that was all it was going to take for you to finally kiss me, I would have done this all in July.” 

Geralt snorted, biting Jaskier’s bottom lip gently. He adjusted them on the couch, splaying them out so that Jaskeir was pressed against his chest, partly on top of him as they resumed the movie though now it was easy to let the peace that was taking hold. He didn’t remember falling asleep like that but he was awoken by Jaskier’s voice. 

“Geralt?” 

“Hmm?”

There was a kiss pressed to his chin and he couldn’t help but smile and chase after those lips. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

[frywen-bumbles]

The Way to a Man's Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch2

Days 6-7: Jaskier gets some unexpected messages and looks after house plants

AO3

Master of Music.

Jaskier loves the sound of it.

What he doesn't love is the half-empty document staring at him from his laptop screen.

'Historical Facts, Recent Myths, Current Connections: The Witchers in Historical and Contemporary Music'

He has all of his research material on hand. He has read through it. Several times. But writing the actual research down isn't happening.

Gods above how much he wishes he could just compose new songs and throw his brain out of the window. He doesn't even believe in any gods but if praying will help writing to happen he's willing to try.

Roach sits on top of the bookshelf, in one of her favourite places to... stare at him. And judge. Or maybe Jaskier feels like the cat is judging him. She hasn't warmed up to him during the first week at all, all she does is stare at him whatever he does but doesn't let him close enough to touch yet alone to brush.

"You know, Roachie if you won't let me touch you soon your owner will have to shave you naked when he returns."

Roach doesn't answer.

Of course, she won't answer. He must be going bonkers. Maybe a walk will help. He doesn't hold high hopes, everything is going shite anyway, what good could one walk do?

He snaps a quick silly selfie of himself and Roach and sends it to Roach's owner, like every day. It doesn't take long for the mark to turn blue to note the message has been seen. No answer, but at this point, Jaskier is not surprised. There has been no answer in the previous days, why break the tradition now? Some people just aren't made for small talk and Jaskier isn't going to force it. Not that he'd want to see the man. No, that would be ridiculous.

He gets lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how to put together his thesis in some sort of coherent way as he walks to the nearby park. His phone buzzes in his pocket for a new message. He digs it out, not giving it much thought expecting to see a message from Essi or Pricilla. What he sees makes him almost drop his phone in his shock.

Cat dad answered? And with a photo?

A honk makes him realise he's standing in the middle of the road like an idiot and he crosses to the other side to reach the park. Only it feels like he doesn't need to have a walk anymore, this is more excitement than he's had in the entire week.

He opens the message.

A selfie with a blonde girl and a man stare back at him. He feels like his heart will stop.

"Essi?" Jaskier has to talk to someone. He knows he shouldn't, he promised absolute confidentiality. But he will burst if he doesn't talk about this to someone. He will absolutely without a doubt die.

"What is it, Buttercup?" Essi drawls like she has all the time in the world.

"Cat dad it insanely hot!"

"Whaaat? He texted back?"

"Yes! He's off the wall hot? I can't deal with this! How am I supposed to just sit working on his desk knowing what the man looks like? He will haunt my dreams, Essi!"

"Well, spill the tea! What does he look like?"

"You know I can't tell you, just know he's the hottest dude I have ever seen, okay? I can't deal with this. How am I supposed to write academic bullshite when his picture sits on my phone and I could just... look at it whenever I want to?

"Jaskier, for fucks sake. Your thesis is already a year late. You have been promised a place in the doctoral programme. If you keep sitting on your arse with this, instead of being the brightest student at the Uni, you will fail, understand? Get your shite together and stop falling in love with every person you happen to see."

"But, Essiiii... He's really hot!"

"I know, darling. Just keep it in your pants until you've finished with your thesis. Then I give you my permission to go chase the hot cat daddy."

"Melitele forbid, Essi, you're no fun. I wasn't going to chase him! I don't even know where he is. I just can't get over the hotness, okay?"

"Mm hmm, I know you too well. Get back to work or do I need to remind you why you took up pet sitting?"

"No. I'm sorry. I'll take a small walk and then get right back to writing, I promise."

Jaskier does not get back to writing.

He stares at the picture in his phone trying to figure out how a gorgeous man like that could have such an impersonal home. The man has his hair tied back in a messy bun, revealing an undercut which tells the milky white locks are natural. Jaskier didn't know he had a thing for blonds, but he sure as hell does now.

The girl's young, maybe around ten years old, Jaskier isn't sure. Kids aren't exactly his forte, all of his friends are still firmly stuck in their studies instead of having families of their own.

The picture had been taken by the girl, the grin wide on her face suggesting taking it had been her idea. But the soft smile the man has as he looks at the girl is melting Jaskier's heart.

If only someone would look at him like that he could die happy.

A crash from upstairs startles him enough to put down his phone and look at the time. Jaskier tries and fails not to fall into despair. He has wasted another day, not a single word written and how he wishes he could just throw up all of his ideas into coherent text but it is not happening.

He closes his laptop. It's no use. Going like this he'll never graduate.

Roach stares at him from the door, covered in dust and... definitely more dust.

"I'm a mess, aren't I, Roachie?"

Roach doesn't answer. Instead, she screams and runs downstairs, expecting him to follow like a good servant. His phone buzzes for a new message and Jaskier taps it open.

<Water the plants. Remember to brush the cactus.>

Remember to what the what now? He stares at the message, trying (and failing) to ignore the image above it.

"What the fuck?" he mutters to himself as he makes his way downstairs to stare at the house plants he has given no thought at all up to this point. On the windowsill in the kitchen is a lone cactus, right next to where Roach likes to sit and look to the yard. A cactus completely covered in cat hair and Roach is happy to provide how that particular thing happened. She jumps next to the plant and rubs her head against it, leaving even more hair on the spines.

"Brush the cactus. Okay then..."

<How do I brush a cactus?>

<What the fuck Jask?>

Jaskier snaps a picture of the cactus and sends it to the group chat with Essi and Pricilla.

<How do I get rid of the hair???>

He gets no response. ... appears on the screen several times before crying laughing emojis fill the screen.

<Thanks a bunch -.- >

He goes to dig through the cabinet where he found cat things and discovers a comb.

"That'll have to do," he sighs and gets to combing the cactus, careful not to harm it. In the end, the cactus comes unharmed from the endeavour but unfortunately, Jaskier doesn't. His palm is adorned with spines he spends a good five minutes plucking out with tweezers.

<If i die bc of a cactus related infection I'm blaming you>

<omg what did you do>

<Squeezed a ball of hair in my hand but it was filled with spines from the cactus>

<lmao>

<lmao???? I'm suffering and you're laughing??? Essi, Pris is being horrible>

<it is only what you deserve>

<OMG rude!>

<kissy face emoji>

Jaskier looks up from his phone when he hears water splashing. He doesn't even want to know what toy the cat has decided to drown now but if he doesn't hurry the whole kitchen will be filled with water.

Roach is happily playing with a toy mouse dunking it in her water bowl and tossing it around, spreading water everywhere.

"Roach, please? Could you just... not do that?" Jaskier begs as he fishes the mouse out of the water bowl and puts it to dry in a cabinet. "This may come as a surprise to you but I do not enjoy mopping the floors after you." He complains as he dutifully takes kitchen towels and dries the kitchen. At least it's better than the time Roach tucked the entire kitchen rug in the water bowl while he was out.

"You are a menace," Jaskier tells Roach after he has cleaned up everything. Roach meows.

Jaskier feels like he has barely fallen asleep when he wakes up. At first, he doesn't understand what woke him, but another yowl has him wide awake. What has him jumping out of the bed and run is the sound of pumping, like someone was trying to unclog a toilet.

"Roach you bastard, where are you? Please don't throw up on a carpet!!" Jaskier tries to find the cat based on the noise, stumbling in the dark. To his horror, the noise is coming from the second floor, where he was absolutely forbidden to go.

"Roaaaaach...!" he whines and makes his way up the stairs.

The view that awaits him when he flips the light on is totally unexpected. It is so unexpected Jaskier has to pinch himself to believe he's actually standing in a real room.

It is, and really the only way to describe it is every little girl's dream room. The room spans the entire second floor, ceiling low on the sides showing it was renovated from an attic, pinks, purples and blues adorning the furnishing.

And right on the middle of the white rug is the vomit.

"Fuck."

Jaskier collects the rug and carries it in the bathroom and spends an ungodly amount of time washing it, hoping against all the odds, the stain would leave.

It doesn't.

Come morning and Jaskier is sure it's all been a weird dream. Unfortunately for him, the stained rug awaits him in the bathroom when he goes to brush his teeth and he groans in frustration.

Roach meows at the closed door and scratches it until he lets her in so she can stare at him. Jaskier sighs and snaps a quick selfie, hair mussed and toothbrush still in his mouth and sends it. No need to prolong it, now he can hopefully focus on writing.

He's drinking his third cup of tea when his phone buzzes for a new message.

<Roach's hair is as messy as yours>

Jaskier stares at the message, sent from an unknown number.

<Who is this?>

<Youre looking after daddys cat>

<You're the girl! From the picture!> <I'm Julian but you can call me Jaskier> <Wait you shouldn't text strange men does your dad know you've texted me?>

<You're not strange you just told me your name> <I'm bored daddy went out with grandpa and im left with uncle> <Hes no fun> <I'm Fiona>

<Hello Fiona, it's nice to meet you>

Jaskier doesn't know what else he's supposed to say. How does one talk with children? Just like normal people? Right?

Wait!

Jaskier comes to a sudden realisation; now he has the perfect opportunity to ask cheat codes for Roach to get the cat to, well maybe not like him but to tolerate him.

<How do I brush Roach? She doesn't let me near her>

The screen fills with laughing emojis earning a sigh from Jaskier. No help then.

<Give her cheese> <Shes crazy about it but only gets it after shes brushed>

Of course, why hasn't he thought to give the cat cheese? Maybe because it doesn't make any sense. Who gives cat cheese when there are perfectly good cat treats available?

Nothing else about this makes any sense either and since writing isn't happening nor is Fiona texting anything else he makes his way to the fridge and digs out a block of cheese and cuts a piece.

Roach runs at him screaming. She thrills and screams and rubs herself against the drawer where all of her brushes are.

Roach doesn't purr when he combs through her fur, but feeding her bits of cheese every time she gets too annoyed helps and like a miracle Jaskier manages to brush a cat-sized pile of loose fur to show for his efforts. He gives Roach the last piece when he has finished and tries to pet her, but she sprints away from him with an annoyed meow.

Maybe Roach doesn't hate him as much as he thought after all.

[notebooks-and-laptops]

ok now i really want to hear about jaskier pulling a pattinson omg he would please

Here you go! You can also find this on AO3 here! 

-///-

“Jaskier, darling, when I suggested you should try and move on I did not mean you should arrange a date with your fucking stalker,” Essi hissed down the phone. 

“Well, when you put it like that…” Jaskier shrugged, “but when have I been the best at making rational decisions, huh?”

“When your body washes up on the banks of the river tomorrow, I’m not even bothering to come to your funeral.”

Honestly, that was just plain rude. Was this the smartest decision Jaskier had ever made? Probably not. But she was his best friend! If she wasn’t going to give him a stunning eulogy who would? Geralt was only likely to grunt his way through one. Yennefer would fill it with far too many subtle insults.

“He’s not going to kill me. He seemed nice guy,” and he had. Maybe a little on the obsessive side, but that just showed determination. Not a bad quality in a significant other, right?

“Nobody with a name like Valdo is a nice guy,” her voice was full of exasperation, “you just think he’s a hot guy—”

And, right on cue, there was Valdo. He was a familiar figure outside of Jaskier’s apartment building these days; because…yes, alright, he sort of had been…loitering. Here. And outside the studio Jaskier recorded his music at. And outside all his gigs…

“Alright, well, he’s here now so bye Essi, speak to you tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” she muttered, but he was already hanging up and bounding his way out of the front lobby and up to the very flatteringly dressed Valdo Marx. Alright, Essi was right. He was hot. Maybe that was partly why Jaskier had agreed to all of this.

“Hey!” Jaskier put on his best grin, perfected from years of signing autographs and having to look like he wasn’t breaking inside every time he walked in on Yennefer and Geralt making out, “how’s it going?”

Valdo looked nervous, bless him, but he gave his own smile (decidedly less fake than Jaskier’s). See! Nothing scary about this guy. He was just a pretty boy who’d had the poor luck of falling for an out-of-reach celebrity. Supposedly out of reach, because Jaskier was giving him a chance tonight.

“Quite well,” Valdo played it cool, “and yourself?”

“Eh, I’ve been better. Excited for the distraction of your lovely company tonight,” Jaskier winked, just to watch the blush spread over Valdo’s features. Yep. He still had it. “Shall we head out? I’ve got a driver who’ll pick us up and take us to the restaurant.”

Valdo nodded a little too enthusiastically. Honestly, Jaskier would rather walk or take a cab, but – despite how nice Valdo was – he wasn’t sure he wanted a picture being taken and stuck on twitter of the both of them together.

“Wow,” Valdo murmured as they slid into the back of Jaskier’s car.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great, huh? Honestly, I’m still not really used to all of this—”

“Because you came from basically nothing, cut off from your parents when you started dating men,” Valdo blurted, then, “ah, sorry. I may have read a few unofficial biographies.”

Well. It is a bit weird to have one of his worst moments parroted off to him like trivia, but Jaskier waves it off anyway, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Most people seem to know me better than I know myself these days. I’m not the interesting one tonight – why don’t you tell me a little bit about you?”

Jaskier sits back to listen. And what he ends up getting is the typical story of a singer struggling to break it into the mainstream – “I have a YouTube channel – I do some covers of your songs - but it hasn’t really taken off” – he’s thinking of offering a hand with that until Valdo takes it on himself to start singing some of his original stuff.

It’s…bland. There’s little emotion in it. He’s basically picking the same four chords everyone uses with the same rubbish sentiments.

Still, Jaskier knows how hard it is when you’re first starting out, so he nods along amicably and tries not to rock the boat.

“Oh, look at me, talking away,” Valdo says, “I know you enjoy rambling, there’s that clip online of your bodyguard saying so—”

Ah, yes, that clip. He curses Geralt internally.

“—you said you’d been better. What’s up?”

Jaskier taps his fingers against his knee. “Oh, well. Nothing much. Just…” this guy is a mega fan. He should be careful what he says. But really, who’s going to read this guy's twitter and believe that he actually went on a date with Jaskier? Nobody. And he is asking. “…my friend is moving in with his girlfriend.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Valdo queries.

“No! No, of course not. Not bad at all. I’m happy for them both. They’re great people, really great. So well suited for each other you wouldn’t believe. They both have these incredible eyes, and honestly, I’m pretty sure they could kill a man with barely any effort but they’re…amazing.”

Okay, okay, he got a little ramble out. He’s supposed to be moving on. He used to be really good at this whole dating and charming thing – so no more talking about Yennefer or Geralt. This is supposed to be about getting his mind off his hopeless unrequited love for the both of them.

Except…

Except that there’s a lot of wine when they get to the restaurant. A lot of wine. He’s trying to relax with it, but maybe he relaxes a little too well because not too long later—

“And it’s like, it’s like I know that they care about me. Well, Geralt cares about me. Yennefer… probably does. But like, that’s not the point. The point is that I know they care about me. I really, really do. Just…they don’t care enough, you know? I’m selfish for thinking that, aren’t I? God, you must think I’m so selfish…”

Valdo shifts awkwardly across from him. Jaskier takes another gulp of wine.

“It’s just, I’ve been there, right there with them for years. Well before I even got famous. Only now they’re moving in together and they’ll get married and leave me all alone and fuck I just—”

“Would you like the dessert menu?” A tired-looking waiter asks.

“No, that’s quite alright,” Valdo cuts in before Jaskier can say that a tiramisu sounds lovely, “just the bill, please.”

Ah. Okay.

So. Maybe he hasn’t been very good at this whole…’date’ thing.

When he drops Valdo off, Valdo does not try and kiss him goodnight. He doesn’t even go in for a hug.

Fuck.

Well. At the very least he’s probably shaken off his stalker.

 -///-

 When he wakes up the next morning he’s got a pounding headache, seven missed calls from Essi, three missed calls from his PR people and a rather ominous text from Yennefer that reads simply: ‘We need to talk’.

He groans. What…what did he do last night? Nothing too bad? There’s nothing in his recollection that would suggest he was caught skinny dipping, again. The fact that he’s in his bed would suggest that he wasn’t arrested.

No, he just went on a nice date with that Valdo guy which, admittedly, turned into a bit of a dud when Valdo turned out to be pretty annoying, and Jaskier turned out unable to turn off his pining for one night while he drunkenly rambled about Yennefer and Geralt. He dropped Valdo off, then he came straight home.

So what? Did someone snap a picture of him on the date? It’s not like the public doesn’t know he’s gay. It’s fine.

He opens his phone. He doesn’t bother ringing anybody back, not yet. He just wants to go about his hangover routine: scroll twitter until he can find it in him to pull himself out of bed and go get an aspirin.

Only when he opens the app, one of the top trending hashtags is…

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, no.

“That little bitch,” Jaskier breathes, “I am going to kill Valdo Marx.”

Because there, top trending, number #6 is the hashtag #Jaskiersunrequitedlove.

The very first tweet on his page is an article entitled: Popstar Jaskier pines for hunky bodyguard and bodyguards’ girlfriend? He clicks on it with a growing sense of dread. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

The article tells him about last nights big news. Apparently, Valdo had been living tweeting their date (how hadn’t he noticed – had he really been that drunk?). Not the whole of it, the first tweet he sent was ‘when your celebrity crush @DandelionsJaskier gives you a chance but proceeds to use you as his therapist for his fucked up love life’.

But worst of all – oh, worst of all – is that at some point Valdo got a video.

It is an awful shot. He was clearly hiding his phone so that Jaskier wouldn’t notice. But it’s very clearly Jaskier who is rambling on: “I just…I want them both to be happy. I just wish I made them happy. It’s so fucking stupid, Valdo, it’s really…oh, yeah, thanks, more wine sounds great…and I’m trying to move on. Look! I’m out on this date. But it’s so hard when they’re so perfect and I’ve been in love with them for years.”

In love with them.

He said in love with them.

On a video.

Which is now viral.

On twitter.

And Yennefer’s text—

He actually full-on jumps, dropping his phone onto the bedsheets when he hears a knock on his front door.

It could be anyone, he reminds himself, while he grabs one of his silk robes and struggles to tie it tightly around him. It could be someone from his PR team who’s missed it’s gotten to midday without a response. It could be Essi come to tell him ‘I told you so’. It could be Lambert or Eskel come to tease him. There was any number of people who could be at that door.

And yet, Jaskier had a dreadful feeling…

He padded through to the hallway, shuffling slow to try and draw out the moment before his humiliation. The banging on the door was pretty insistent though. “I’m coming! Jeez, some of have a hangover,” he rubbed his temples. No time to grab an aspirin now.

Almost timid, he opened the door.

And there, in all their beauty, were the lovely couple themselves.

Shit.

They had no right to look so put together when he was feeling like someone had just taken a hammer to his whole life. Geralt in a button-up shirt Jaskier had bought him last Christmas and fuck, those skinny jeans that showed off his arse perfectly, Yennefer in one of her beautiful gowns she wore no matter the occasion, that framed her body just right…

He felt his cheeks heat. He couldn’t meet their gaze. “Ah. Hi.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt grunted, “you went on a date with your stalker? Without a bodyguard?”

Jaskier bit his lower lip, “um…yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “That the only reason you’re here? Reprimand me about my choice in date? Because, uh, I’ve got a bit of a hangover so maybe if you came back—”

“That is not the only reason we are here,” Yennefer stepped into the apartment without invitation, heading towards his kitchen. Fuck, she could make any room her own, couldn’t she? Jaskier was left to trail along behind.

“Sit,” she instructed, pointing at one of the chairs by the table.

Geralt poured him a glass of water and grabbed him an aspirin from the draw. Jaskier felt rather like a child being scolded as he took them. He couldn’t stop staring at the floor. Fuck, fuck.

Other than Essi, these two were the closest he had to family. And he’d gone and fucked it up. He was losing them. Nobody said ‘we need to talk’ unless they were breaking up with you, platonically or otherwise.

“So…” Jaskier trials off.

“You’re in love with us.” Yennefer finishes for him.

“Or was this some stunt for the press?” Geralt’s voice is low, and there’s something in it that Jaskier can’t quite identify. Which is weird, because he thought he was fluent in Geralt, tones and grunts and all.

“Uh…” and he could say that it was, only the lie probably wouldn’t hold for that long. Who was he kidding? He’d clearly been drunk in those videos. “Yeah. No. Caught me red-handed. I…” He winced, “I can get a new bodyguard if you’re, ah, uncomfortable.”

He doesn’t want to get a new bodyguard. He doesn’t want any of this. He should have listened to Essi and not gone on that damn date. How could he be so stupid…

“Nobody else could handle you,” Geralt muttered, after a moment. When Jaskier chances a glance up, there’s something of a smirk on his face.

“You’re in love with both of us,” and Jaskier glances over to Yennefer. Her face is carefully blank where she is stood next to Geralt, watching him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it, fuck, I’m trying to get over it though? I mean, I went on a date yesterday, if you hadn’t realised, even if that seems like it was an absolutely piss poor decision and—”

“You’re right,” Yennefer cuts him off.

“Hmm. No more dates. Piss poor decisions.” Geralt finishes for her.

Jaskier blinks. Wait, what?

“Apparently, you date stalkers.”

“I think the term is mega-fan?”

“Stalkers,” Geralt growls, “who could have done a lot worse to you than simply reveal some embarrassing secrets online.”

Jaskier shifts in his seat awkwardly. Sounds more serious, somehow, coming from Geralt than it does coming from Essi. Probably because Geralt is actually in charge of security and so is allowed to tell him off for these things.

Yennefer moves forward and he’s not sure what he’s expecting – he’s half expecting her to slap him – which is why he’s completely caught off guard when she slips onto his lap. “I don’t think you’ll be needing to go on any random dates anytime soon though, songbird.”

Jaskier’s brain has momentarily short-circuited. If he was a cartoon character, his jaw would have dropped to the floor.

Yennefer lifts a hand to brush gently through his hair. And…there are hands on his shoulder, from behind. Large hands. Warm hands. Geralt. “What’s--?”

“I never thought you’d be interested in me, considering how much we bicker. Geralt has spent the past ten years thinking he’s not good enough for you,” Yennefer explains softly.

Geralt hums his affirmation from behind her.

“You make us happy, Jaskier. We enjoy ourselves when we’re with you. When we saw that video this morning…well, we were shocked. But it didn’t take long to figure out we were also both incredibly interested. We wouldn’t mind you joining our relationship. If you’re interested.”

Jaskier is dreaming. He is actually dreaming. It’s a vivid wine-induced dream. There is no way he is sat in his kitchen, with Yennefer on his lap and Geralt stood behind him, being told that he can join their relationship.

His mind catches up, eventually. He’s not sure how long he was dumbstruck but, “Shit, shit, yes, fuck, oh my god, really? Fucking- all my fucking songs are about you two. Most of them. Fuck, I have a song called Those eyes did you really think that wasn’t, fuck I-“

Yennefer shuts him up by kissing him.

He feels lips on his neck, too, from behind. Geralt.

“You know,” Geralt grumbles, “I always found sex is a pretty good cure for a hangover.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Jaskier breathes.

 -///-

 A week later, Valdo Marx is quite enjoying his new claim to fame. Sure, it didn’t work out with Jaskier, but it turns out Jaskier is a twat. He wouldn’t have rung the man back if someone paid him. He’s annoying. Valdo can’t believe he wasted so long chasing the idiot.

He goes to collect his post. There’s a…basket waiting for him.

A fruit basket?

He blinks. Who the fuck even sends fruit baskets anymore? He digs out the note that’s stashed between a couple of pears.

Thanks for helping me get with the loves of my life.

Also, I fucking hate you.

Sincerely, Jaskier.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

About to watch S20E31 "Child in Your Shadow", which has no John unfortunately but it does have lots of Henrik. The downside is most of the Henrik stuff is focused on him being "in love" with Roxanna, but there is the lovely "but you're happy?" scene with Dom and the very interesting conversation he has with Roxanna about religion.

Edit 1: Have to say I laughed at this line from Jac to Fletch: “When did you become so middle class?”

Also - “didn’t you used to be a mechanic?” I wonder if Holby remembers that too, Jac.

Edit 2: HENRIK!!!

Edit 3: These Henrik and Rox scenes are really cute if I pretend they’re supposed to be platonic.

Edit 4: I don’t know why, but there’s something about Henrik’s “We’ll make a general surgeon of you yet!” line that I really love.

Edit 5: Zav!!

Edit 6: Meena on becoming an F2: “First step to me becoming a consultant!” :(

Edit 7: I still think it’s a crime that we didn’t get to see Rox with pink hair.

Edit 8: Henrik you socially awkward motherfucker I love you.

Edit 9: Evie looks so little! I know that’s partly because it’s a different actress but still. Also it’s just wild to me seeing Evie when she was younger because she and I are the same age. (Well, she’s actually a year younger than me but still.)

Edit 10: Henrik is so autistic in this ep.

Edit 11: I wonder whether the “lovely young paramedic” Julie mentioned was any of the Casualty paramedics.

Edit 12: Fletch, why are you scolding your *14 year old* daughter for not looking after your kids properly?

Edit 13: The Henrik/Rox religion conversation!!

Edit 14: “You still believe, do you? After what we’ve both been through?” :( The way Henrik canonically did believe in God at some point so this HEAVILY implies he lost his belief because of what happened with Fredrik. Ow.

Edit 15: After getting therapy 11 episodes ago, Henrik has finished it by this episode. That’s not enough therapy, Henrik.

Also, him saying he can’t see where he’d be in 10 years... I’m happy the answer to that is probably ‘finally out of the closet, away from Holby, and happily married to Russ’.

Edit 16: Julie talking about her son :(

Edit 17: Ah fuck it’s Fletch Senior.

Edit 18: OMG HERE WE GO IT’S THE HENRIK AND DOM SCENE

Edit 19: Since Rox turned Henrik down for her birthday, do you think he went to Dom’s engagement party after all?

Edit 20: “I think you’ve done the work already [...] The clarity. Knowing where you want to be.” :’))

Edit 21: “But you’re happy?” “I couldn’t be happier.” AND HENRIK’S LITTLE SMILE AFTER THAT. I’M ABOUT TO START SOBBING

Edit 22: Meena singing to herself. What a precious dork.

Edit 23: I love a good “Henrik dressed in bi colours” ep.

Edit 24: There was a really bittersweet moment with Henrik trying to support Julie and it was cute. Then they had to go pushing Hexanna in our faces again.

Edit 25: Evie saying Fletch’s dad was too young to be a parent... speaking the truth there. I’d forgotten Fletch’s dad was a young teen when Fletch was born until an anon brought it up recently but it’s still, like, WTF. And they went on to do the same thing with Ange too! And with them both it was framed as totally consensual. Yikes. And that’s also really weird given that Henrik and Jac were around for both storylines, John was there when the Fletch’s dad stuff went down, there’s Sacha whose daughter Rachel was abused... how do you have characters with those backstories and then also write stuff like this?

Edit 26: “How long have you been in love with Roxanna?” The answer to that question is “literally never”, Essie.

Edit 27: Julie’s son is here!

Edit 28: Tag yourself I’m Rox sobbing and running off when Henrik gives her the pin.

Edit 29: Ric: “Do I look like the kind of person who holds a grudge?” Serena: “Yes. You do.”

Edit 30: Henrik being very autistic. I love him.

Edit 31: Guy Henry’s pronunciation of “olycksfågel” continues to drive me insane.

Edit 32: Evie bringing up Fletch’s affair with Tess omfg.

Edit 33: Obligatory “I love Roxanna’s blouse in this episode” comment.

Edit 34: Rox talking about her mum :(

Edit 35: Fletch is absolutely not “a top dad” lmao.

Edit 36: Ah I’d forgotten we actually got scenes at Dofty’s engagement party and Henrik wasn’t there. Whatever, I still like to think he turned up later.

Edit 37: Donna being supportive of Evie, cute.

Edit 38: Ric bringing up his many marriages sfsfsfsfsfsf

Edit 39: They sure did try to push “Henrik romantically loved Roxanna” on us didn’t they? Him stimming with the badge and the little paper box is cute though.

[mysticgirl84]

Piglet...

I recon that comment got Dom through most of the shift...even Lofty smiled. Lofty wanting Dom to order other tests, Dom already has and Lofty apologises. He does notice unusual things.

Lofty bless his sweet heart, asking how Dom was doing, then doing a 180 with regards to the service ....after seeing Dom's response. I think he mainly went for Dom's sake and maybe Essie's. Dom oh my god why did it happen together? Memorial and Lofty's Gran. Dom was trying so hard to be supportive, but dealing with his own demons. Saying Sheila cheered him up I think helped Lofty feel a bit better. Well done Dom. Most be a Chiltern charm.

Lofty wanting to touch Dom at the service...Lofty still wanting to help Dom even with everything.

Lofty's comment of "she practically raised me", and suddenly seeing her so weak, and how much it shocked him, (I think that's such a realistic response)his such a good actor. I wanted to hug him. He looked like he needed a hug. Too much happening at once!

Oh I so wanted Dom to hug him..but Dom's lingering hand on Lofty when talking about the pub though OMG that might as well have been a hug Dom style. That was "I'm here if you need me".

Come on Dofty....rise please!! Xx

Well that's my Dofty edit of the episode.

[linguafreund]

honey, bee, paws, baby chick, chocolate, sunlight, magic

honey: you seem nice!bee: you're funnypaws: you're a cutie.baby chick: you make me smile.chocolate: I love seeing you on my dash.sunlight: we're mutuals and I love umagic: I love talking to you.

Omg Essi thank you so much💕💕💕

[monstersinthecosmos]

If you see this, post an excerpt from a WIP

@vraik​ & @anton-mordrid​ both posted this LET’S TRY IT

When she finally started to doze she at least found the energy to take off her jeans and get under the blankets. The apartment was sort of drafty and the cold could cut right in sometimes. The sheets smelled like David. She reached her hand out under the comforter to where he usually slept beside her. The heat usually radiated off his body at night. Now the bed seemed too big.

She opened his profile picture on her phone again. Zoomed in a little closer to his face. Put her entire head under the blankets and looked at the phone screen in the pitch blackness. It was too bright for her sore eyes.

There were a few notifications on her page. She kind of skimmed over them; the heaviness in her chest told her she was done for the day. Her emotional energy had run dry. Skimming over them was as close as she could get. A few were people posting directly to her wall, saying things like “Essie I’m so sorry for your loss!” and  “let us know if you need ANYTHING!” and a couple where she’d just been tagged in other people’s statuses. “Omg, RIP David Koparnien! Esme Pearce you are in my thoughts!” When she saw David’s name tagged by her own she couldn’t help tapping it. Staring at his face for a moment again. His banner picture was a screencap of the devil from the end of Tales from the Hood. Without fail, every time she’d seen it in the last three weeks since he’d put it up, it had made her chuckle under her breath a little. Now she just cracked a half smile and scrolled down.

“RIP Dave I can’t believe ur gone!”

“You’re cracking some beers with my cousin up in Heaven!”

“Omg can’t believe it, I’ll miss u so much!”

“Rest in peace, you are in my prayers!”

Esme had to roll her eyes. “Who the fuck are these people?” She left the Facebook app and texted Cadence again.

yo do you see all these fucking douchebags on facebook? i can’t even.

[linguafreund]

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!!! omg Essi you’re wonderful too 😄