#i am gonna take myself on a date on monday i think.

[altruistic-meme]

OH HELL YEAH THE BOY AND THE HERON IS OUT???

[bearrrrrrr7]

perfect

Haven't posted anything in like, 8 years? Got inspired today. goodbye. (don't even remember how this shirt works lmaooo)

“yo , Syd!” Carmy calls from his office. He has a hangnail he’s been chewing on. Mostly nerves, he thinks. Also because it fucking hurts. If he starts bleeding his wife is gonna kill him. 

“‘Sup, Carm?” She pushes her way through the door and peaks her head in, “Yeah?” 

“Uh, next week, on like-” he checks his phone for the date again, “wednesday, yeah Wednesday, I’m gonna be out. Gonna need you to take over until like-Monday, I think? You can call me, just won’t be in.” 

Syd scrunches her eyebrow “uh, no-yeah that’s fine, for sure. Just like - why? Are you okay? You don’t normally, like, spring this shit on me.” She fully enters his office at this point. Arms are crossed, not in an annoyed way, more so because the giant fan in his office is directly pointing at her. 

“No yeah, uh, fine.” He coughs into his shoulder. He shouldn’t feel awkward about this, he’s a fully grown man with two baby girls and a beautiful wife. “Just a procedure, medical, uh, procedure I gotta get done on Wednesday. They told me not to be on my feet too much for the next couple days.” He’s not making eye contact with Syd, fully focused on color coordinating the highlighters in his desk. 

“Procedure? Dude, what? Are you fucking okay?” Syd asks, walking a little closer to him. She has half the nerve to put the back of her hand to his forehead. 

“Yes, Syd. Jesus. I’m fuckin’ fine okay? I mean it, just - like, could you make sure this shit doesn’t burn down while I’m gone?” He runs his hand through his curls. He needs a cigarette. He tries to picture your disappointed face so he doesn’t reach for his emergency pack. 

“Yo, Syd!” Syd and Carmy both whip their heads to the door, it’s Richie. With a shit eating grin on his face. 

“What, Richie?” Syd scoffs. “Were you invited here or did you just decide to insert yourself?” 

“Insert myself. Anyways, just so you don’t pop a blood vessel, Carm’s getting surgery to he can fuck his wife without protection. Don’t worry, sweetheart, he’s gonna be juuuuuust fine” he says, winking, stupid fucking grin still on his face. 

“Jesus, Richie” Carm and Syd both say at the same time. Carmy has his head in his hands. “Don’t listen to ‘im.” Carmy finally says. “I mean - yes. I am getting, you know, uhm, that. Vasectomy. But like - that wasn’t the main reaso-” 

“Hey Carmy?” Syd interrupts him. 

“Mm?” 

“Good luck on your procedure on Wednesday and I’ll see you Monday, okay?” 

“Thank you, Chef” Carmy breathes out a laugh. Syd laughs too. “Fuckin’ Richie” he says. 

“Fuckin’ Richie” Syd agrees. 

-

Carmy shows up to the house 3 hours later. Apparently everyone in the bear had heard Richie’s loud fucking announcement about his surgery. His hangnail did start bleeding but he found a paw patrol bandaid in the backseat of his car. 

He hears laughter once he reaches the back door, he smiles to himself. 

“Where are my cubs?” He yells as soon as he gets through the door. He hears screaming and giggling and a jumble of “Me! I here, daddy!” and before he can get a good glimpse of them he has tiny, chunky arms wrapped around his neck. 

“Where’s mama bear’s love? She chopped liver, or what?” You come into the doorway. Your hair’s a bit disheveled. You have tiny, blue and white plaid shorts on with a shirt that has so many stains on it you might as well consider it tie-dye. You have marinara sauce on your right cheek. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, he thinks. 

“Hi, sweetheart” he says. He gets up from his crouched position, two tiny toddlers hanging around his neck. He kisses you, takes his thumb and wipes that tiny bit of marinara sauce off your cheek. You look at his bandaid and give him a look. “Couldn’t help it” he says. 

-

After dinner, after the girls’ bath, after three different stories, after a small glass of wine each and a rewatch of something neither of you know the name of, you rest your head on his shoulders. 

“How are you feeling about it?” You ask. 

“What?” he asks. His eyes started to close a bit, he’s not fully sure he heard your question. 

“About the snip” you say, giggling a bit. 

He snorts, “you 10-years-old?” 

“I mean it, Carm! Be honest!” You say, you lightly slap his arm, settling right back into him after. 

“Jesus, woman.” He laughs “Uhm, I mean, good? Like this, like right here - uh, you and me, and my two cubs, my Ellie and my Charlie, my beautiful wife, this is it, you know? I just feel like our life right now is perfect. And you have done everything - so much for me. For the girls. So I’m good, I’m happy to do this. I wanna keep this, just this. This is perfect.” 

[runa-falls]

Soo, (reffing to fluffer ff) how do you think the boys would react if they couldn't request you because you're working with somebody else or if they see you working with someone else?

ooooh shitttttt 🫢 alright, let's explore that shall we?

a/n: uhhh….i’m so sorry that this took so long omg 😭 i love you nonnie, i just forgor~ i'm making a second part to this where they find out reader was an amateur porn star before she became a fluffer :3 it's mostly all smut ngl, so anyway...

cw: explicit smut w/ jake only.. sry marc/steven hoes (18+), jealous!marc [angst, fluff], soft!steven [fluff[, out-of-pocket!jake [straight smut], inaccurate depiction of sex work, dirty talk, not proof-read!!

w/c: 1.7k [my baddd]

Fluffing for Others:

Being a fluffer was your job before you met the boys and you continued to do it after. The thing is, after you met the boys, you were so busy working with them that your already limited work schedule had no space for other clients.

But occasionally, one of your earlier clients will request you months in advance for a big project, and you have no reason to decline them (that is, until the boys convince you to stop working).

Marc [slight angst, fluff]:

"Sorry baby, I can't make it Tuesday, I have another client--"

Marc was just telling you about his next production that's set to film in the next few days.

Of course, he springs the gig on you just as it's about to happen.

He always does this, assuming you'd be free, and happy to join him. He never gives you more than a week to prepare, and usually you're fine with it. But this time, you're busy.

"Wait, another client?" You nod, but he's still not getting it, like he can't believe his ears. "Like a different client? Like an 'outside of this body' client?" You sigh.

Of course, he's reacting like this.

"Yes Marc, an old friend called and booked me for the week. I put it on the joint calendar, didn't you see it?" His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your words. "He's doing a movie length exclusive, so he called way in advance."

"But...but what about me?" He pouts -- literally pouts -- as he walks closer to you, backing you against the kitchen counter.

You raise a brow, "What about you?"

"What am I gonna do?" His hands hold you by the waist, pulling you close while he nuzzles his nose against your neck. He does this when he's trying to comfort himself -- buries his face against your body and holds you close.

He's so dramatic.

"Don't be so whiney, Marc. A girl's gotta work too." He hmphs in discontent as he hoists you onto the edge of the counter. You loop your arms around his neck easily and make him look at you. His soft brown eyes shyly meet yours, "I don't complain when you fuck your co-workers."

"That's--"

You send him a warning look, "I swear to god if you say it's different..."

"No, you're right, honey..." He's sheepish when he looks at you, realizing how his jealousy got the best of him once again. "I just...want you all to myself sometimes." You peck him on the cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, suppressing a smile as he leans into you with a sigh. He's so easy.

"I'm yours, baby." His hands squeeze at your waist at those words. He loves hearing you say that. Loves that you're here in his kitchen, always ready to receive his needy affection.

"So... are you free next week?"

You snort.

"Marc, you can't keep moving your productions for me. You could always find another back-up fluffer..."

"Not doing it without you." He mumbles, lips brushing against yours.

You lean into him and your noses nudge against each other. You're not quite kissing him, but when you're looking into his eyes like this, it feels just as intimate.

"Yeah, I'm free."

He grins, "Good. It's a date." He captures your lips in his and you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

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Steven [fluff!]:

Telling Steven was pretty easy. He knew about it before you even told him, seeing it on the 'family calendar' that you forced each boy to join.

"You need a ride to production Monday? I could call you an early cab as we don't have a car and all. Don't want you to have to catch the bus."

Steven is lying next to you, having woken up in the body this morning. He's always been more of a morning person compared to the other boys, despite looking perpetually tired.

"Aw, thanks honey, but I'm fine. Their sending a company car since it's such a long filming schedule." You snuggle up closer to him, craving his warmth from the morning coolness that blows through the flat. He lets you settle against him, wrapping an arm around your torso.

"A company car? ...fancy."

"Anything is fancier than our usual walk and transit ride." You giggle against the thin fabric of his shirt, slightly muffling your words with how closely you cling to him.

Steven is dressed in Marc's pajamas: a tight undershirt and briefs, clothes you rarely get to see Steven in when he's fronting. Usually, he prefers looser clothing made of soft and comfy materials.

You can't complain though. Seeing Steven (unintentionally) show off his built body while acting all cozy and sweet makes you heat with want.

"You don't mind I'm working for other clients again?"

He tilts his head as if he's just now considering it.

"No, why would I? It's your job, just like how I have mine."

You pause, surprised by how cool he is with it.

"Oh...yeah."

“I actually thought you'd be doing this more often..." You look up at him, meeting his soft and sleepy gaze, "I mean, I thought everyone would be requesting you." He whispers, unsure if you'd appreciate his comments.

You hum, "I only had one company that hired me as a general assistant and only three regulars." You smile at him, remembering the first time you met him, "But then I met you guys, and you took over my whole life."

"...Then we met you, and now you're our life." Your heartbeat picks up at his words. It feels like something is squeezing at your chest in the most pleasant way possible.

Steven never realizes how poet and sweet he can be. You truly believe he just says whatever is on his mind.

"But you still work, and I still need to work..."

"You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone touched by you.”

You bite your bottom lip, hard.

How can he say such wonderful things? Make you feel so tender and loved that you could fall apart under his gentle gaze?

Intense emotions tighten in the back of your throat and all you can do is hold him closer, clutch him until he can feel what you're unable to voice.

"I love you, Steven. You know that right?" It's barely rasped out, but he hears it.

"Of course, darling." He pecks the top of your head, "You know I love you more, though."

A smile pulls at your lips, "Impossible. I love you so much you can't even comprehend it."

He chuckles before offering his rebuttal, "Well actually..."

---

Jake (NSFW 18+):

Jake took it as well as you thought he would...

His hand squeezes lightly at the sides of your throat, testing the waters as he continues to rapidly thrust into you. You wince as his fingers dig into the fresh bruises that he suckled into your skin earlier.

“Bet they wish they could fuck you like this...feel you quiver around their cock," You groan as he angles his cock to drag against the walls of your cunt, expertly nudging against that explosive spot inside of you. "But they can’t, because your mine, right honey?”

You nod wordlessly, barely able to comprehend what he said.

He buries himself deep inside of you with a huff and holds himself there until you're squirming under him. "Right?" He grits out, frustrated with your lack of response.

Your body shakes as his cock continues to press flush against the back of your cunt, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure all over. You feel so full, completely stretched, and filled to the brim; you can barely move without crying out.

"Yes, yes, please, Jake, I'm yours--"

He pulls out briefly before swiftly pushing back in and it feels like you had the wind knock out of you. "That's right, baby, take it. Show 'em who you belong to."

You shutter out breathes as he works himself into your body, holding you down so you can't move a muscle without him knowing. Sloppy sounds remind you just how needy you are for him, how much you love it when he treats you like this.

Jake lets you go and work for clients, but he'll be damned if you go without his mark on you. Without a physical reminder that you're his.

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust them.

You're the perfect woman, someone he couldn't resist when he was just a client to you. So how can he be sure your other clients won't try to woo you like he did?

"Fuck, honey," He growls, grinding his hips against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible so he can cum deep inside of you. "You're so good to me, letting me do this when you gotta be on set in an hour..."

Your head is tilted back, and eyes are closed tight as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm, waiting for him. You whine as he rubs your clit, legs trembling around him.

"Please, Jake, cum for me...c-cum inside..."

"You gonna keep it all in for me, baby? Keep me stuffed inside of you as you jerk some loser off?" You cry, clenching around him as he coos at you, unable to hold back anymore.

"Mm... that’s right, honey, let go. Go ahead, soak me." He grunts when he feels you flutter around him and pushes in deeper, enjoying how tight you get when he talks dirty to you.

You writhe pathetically under him as you ride out your high, whimpering as he sharply fucks a few last thrusts into you before painting your walls with warmth. He fills you so much it starts to drip out of you as he pulls out.

His fingers push it back in before anymore could escape and ruin the couch under you. He hums thoughtfully as he fingers you, making sure you're all filled up for the day.

"Looks like you're ready for work." His eyes drift over your lust bitten lips, the marks covering your neck, and the mess at the center. He smirks, proud of his work.

"Thanks, baby." You smile sweetly.

You really do have the best boyfriends in the world...

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 20

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: no warnings

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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As the reality of making it on Broadway sets in I dedicate myself to self-improvement. I go for lengthy walks or jogs daily either before or after work depending on my shift. I call or text Jensen whenever we can, and decide to give a relationship with him a real shot. 

But, as the week goes on and he prepares to go back to Vancouver to start filming and I busy myself with night rehearsals, work at the cafe, and prep work for my classes, all while attempting to maintain a healthy sleep schedule. My contact with Jensen eventually drops back to sporadic text messages and a range of missed calls on either side. The one thing keeping me from a major meltdown is knowing my best friend will be back Sunday and I’ve already got a coffee date planned for Monday morning.

When I finally lay in bed on Saturday night, getting some much needed relaxation I scroll through my social media feed. Thanks to Jensen’s surprise stunt at the wedding and then his run-in at the barbecue joint, his face is all over my feed. I scroll through the lists of speculations about a secret girlfriend or project in New York. The adrenaline and secrecy makes me smile, but at the same time I’m terrified of the truth coming out before I’m ready. I send a few of the articles to Jensen. Minutes later he’s calling. As I answer I can hear music and other voices in the background and I instantly feel guilty for disrupting his night. 

“Hey Darlin’. Relax. I know about the posts. That’s one of the things my agent called about the other day. I’m handling it.”

“I’m sorry, did I disturb your night? You sound like you’re out. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I just haven’t had a chance to bring it up, but I’m here now. It doesn’t matter where else I am. You need me, so I’m here. Take a deep breath for me.”

I throw my head back on my pillow and take a deep breath, “There’s no way you’re real…”

“It makes me disappointed in my gender that you think that. It means your standards are low.”

“You don’t exactly get high standards when you’ve dated the people I have…But I really don’t want to talk or think about them. What’s your plan?”

“To treat you like my queen. Prove to you that you deserve the world and that you’re my number one.”

“I uh…I meant about the rumours…But that sounds amazing. It’s not gonna be easy, but I’m rooting for you.”

I hear another voice call out on the other end of the line, “Hey Jensen, go easy on my top shelf whiskey! And get back in here!” I figure it’s just someone else at the party or bar or wherever he is.

“I’m comin’!” He calls out before lowing his voice again, “I promise I’m gonna handle it all, so you can just focus on becoming the star I know you are.”

“Thanks. Sounds like your friends are missing you. You should get back.”

“Only if you’re sure you’re okay? No brisket?”

“No brisket, I’m okay now. I should get some sleep anyway.”

“Alright, Darlin’. Sweet dreams.”

I hang up and snuggle into my bed. 

After a long few hours in the cafe, I sit back at the counter in my apartment infront of my laptop. I fill out the digital forms to drop back to part-time study. I figure with getting fit, rehearsals, work and my new, budding relationship I just don’t have the time or mental capacity for the extra unnecessary stress and workload. And last night just confirmed in my mind that I need to focus on my mental health and wellbeing. Feeling a little disappointed but also relieved, I submit the forms and then focus on the required reading for the acting classes. 

After an hour and a half my eyes are straining and my stomach is growling, I shut my laptop and walk around the island bench to find something to eat. As I make a sandwich I keep glancing over at my face-down phone As I sit down to eat I quickly flip it over and slide up for notifications. I notice a missed call from Stella. I quickly call her back, excited to hear from her after what feels like the longest week ever. 

“Hey, Bestie! How’s married life?”

“Amazing! I’ve had the best week ever! I can’t wait to tell you everything tomorrow!”

“Abridged, please. I need a PG version, M at your worst. You can leave out the X-rated stuff, which I know there would have been plenty of.”

“That takes out 90 per cent of my week! Nah, you know what Nick’s like, we did plenty of PG-rated activities.”

“Speaking of Nick, shouldn’t you guys be enjoying your last afternoon and night before the official end of your honeymoon?”

“You would think…But Mr. Reality-check got back to reality the second we touched down. He’s busy checking mail and paying bills and then onto meal prep. I guess it’s good one of us wants to do that…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know who I married. It’s sweet really, cause I know he’s only doing it to make the transition easier for both of us, and he knows I’ve been dying to hear your goss!”

“We agreed to talk about everything tomorrow…” I say trying to deflect as I start to pace.

“Yeah, but I’m only gonna get an hour for lunch and that includes travel time to and from the cafe. And I need more than the 45-ish minutes that we’re gonna have left. So, tell me about you and Mr Tall and Sexy.”

“There’s honestly not much to tell…We are a maybe something…a far-fetched possibility…”

“There’s a story there…You need me to come over?”

“No! No…You need to be at home with your husband. In other news! Grease? The audition YOU signed me up for…”

“No way! You got it? Who? Sandy? Frenchy?”

“Understudy…and…Female Student number three.”

“Well, you’re gonna be the best damn Female Student number three to ever bless that stage!”

“That’s the plan, but also, chances are over the six week run I’ll get at least one matinee show as the lead.”

“When that happens, I’ll be in the front row.”

“I know you will. Thanks.”

“I’m glad you got a part. I was worried I was gonna have to get you the junior HR position…”

“Broadway is where I want to be. I’m willing to work for it. It’s my first role and it’s a great position. No one lands the lead as their first role…except for probably Jensen Ackles,” I add under my breath.

“What’d he do? You always wear the blame but it’s always the guys in your life taking advantage, so what did HE do?”

“Nothing…I’ve got so much work to do before classes start this week, and I’ve got rehearsals most nights.”

“Hey, I’m your best friend. You can talk to me.”

“I’ve just got a lot to do. I’m thrilled that you had an amazing honeymoon and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. But go enjoy your night with your husband…”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I know. Enjoy your night.”

“I plan to. Don’t get too in your head about whatever’s going on.”

I sigh and hang up. As I try my best to refocus on the text about tone and enunciation, my mind keeps wandering back to the night before and the endless rumors that I’m caught in the middle of.

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[waking-hell]

What do you think of love?

Well... Okay good question, I'm gonna take my time here

In my humble opinion, love is missing them while I go downstairs to get the pizza.

Love is to feel safe in a dark room.

Love is my heart skipping a beat every time I dance with them.

It's not moving during a punk rock show because holding them feels like heaven. It's sending and receiving silly memes during a work meeting.

It's those Netflix series that suck and only them watch with me. It's cuddling on a Sunday morning with no time to leave the bed.

Love is also the sound of the doorbell ringing, making me quickly get up and run straight to the door, only to get myself together seconds before opening it with a surprised look in my face of "whoa what a surprise, I wasn't even here waiting like crazy to kiss you".

Love is them knowing I like my coffee black, without sugar, a drop of milk and two stirs from the spoon.

Love is wearing that ugly sweater they gave me every weekend. The one only me find beautiful. Seriously, only me.

Love is what makes their tuneless singing in the shower be the reason of my smile.

Love is eating meat on the first date even if I'm vegetarian. Love is using a lasagna recipe 4 times on Saturday so I can cook it right for them on Sunday.

Is cancelling plans just to spend time with them and to think everytime the phone rings, it's them.

Love is waking up early on Saturday.

I mean no, hold on

Love is waking up early on Saturday to drive to their cousin's ballet performance.

I mean wait, not yet, almost there

Love is waking up early on Saturday to drive to their cousin's ballet performance in another town.

Love is a one way ticket to Italy. It's stop singing "I fell in love with the wrong person" because that's not true anymore.

Love is giving them flowers on a rainy Monday just because, or receiving an ice cream delivery on a cold Wednesday, why not?

Love is losing my breath every time I see her and still keep breathing, I don't know how. It's singing "Friday, I'm In Love" by The Cure every day of the week.

Love is holding hands in the park at 3 AM after a midnight drive because there's nothing better than night walks in the park if they're by my side.

Love is getting into a party of 500 people and only have eyes for one. It's not knowing if I should take their clothes off fast or slow. It's not knowing where do I start kissing them. It's to fuck all night and to make love all morning. It's diving deeper in the galaxies of their eyes, it's losing myself in their laughter and never want to come back.

Love is baby, sweetheart, princess, darling, baby girl, sweetie, my girl.

Love is cuddling, giving hickeys to each other. Love is fucking awesome, because all of that can be love. All those things and infinite other situations, moments, days, minutes and seconds that makes our hearts beats faster. You can find love everywhere. And I hope you do, whoever you are, and find a thousand other answers to this question, because if you really think about it, you cannot have only one answer.

I think that's the reason I just loved this question and decided to write all this, to answer this way. I think that's why I love love so much, despite everything.

Love is the point of it all.

[vodkori]

Love is Chronic

Love is Chronic

1.6K words

Fluff/Comfort Fic

You’ve been suffering from chronic pain for years. It’s hard, but you figure it out and enjoy life whenever possible with more doctor's appointments. In the past couple of months, it has gotten worse. It hurts to get out of bed and can no longer attend full days of school. The doctor's appointments have become more frequent to figure out what's causing the immeasurable pain, at least 2 a week.

You’re a high school junior and have been dating Loki for 2 years. He asked you to homecoming freshman year, and you have been dating since. He’s been there for every emergency room visit, every breakdown from doctors not listening, and every diagnosis. When the pain gets too bad that you have to cancel plans he’s always there to reimagine the plans to make them work. Whenever teachers give you a hard time he becomes very defensive and eventually the teachers stop giving you trouble.

Every day you have first-period AP Government with Loki, Nat, and Wanda. You went through notes on Monday so today, Tuesday, you were given notes to read from the book and make notes in groups. You weren’t feeling well so you were just sitting with your legs on Loki’s lap, head resting on his shoulder, while he sat there rubbing your back. 

“Hey did any of you get bureaucracy? I’m not understanding the book definition,” asked Wanda.

“Well, since those 2 are too busy cuddling to even open the book,” Nat responds casting a look at you and Loki, “The definition I got was, a system of government in which most of the important decisions are made by state officials rather than by elected representatives”

“Thanks, Nat,” Wanda replied.

“Hey, I have an excuse. Loki on the other hand is just slacking off,” You objected.

“Excuse me I am occupied, being a good boyfriend and taking care of you,”

“Nah, Y/N’s right, you can do 2 things at once. I mean you are a god after all. Can’t comfort your girl and finish your homework?” Nat teases.

“Shut up, Mortal,” Loki responds.

“Oh! Using mortal as an insult are we? As a lowly mortal myself I’m a bit offended,” You reply.

“Love, you know I never mean you. You’re on another level, everyone else are simply creatures,” Loki defends.

“So sweet. You think I’m better than a creature,” You coo.

A few minutes pass.

“Oh, yea!” You exclaim. “I have a neurology appointment this morning so I’ll be leaving after this class,”

“Ok, good luck,” Wanda replies.

“Hope they can figure something out for you,” Nat wishes.

“Would you like me to come with you, my love?” Loki asks.

“Thank you,” You direct towards Wanda and Nat before replying to Loki. “You know you have to stay here. I’ll text you once I’m done,”

“Will you be coming back?” Loki asks.

“The current plan is yes, but chances are I’m gonna feel too shitty to come back and will stay home,”

“Alright love, just let me know,” Loki states, kissing your forehead. “Is it alright if I come over after school?”

“Of course, I will. Yea that’s fine just head over when school lets out,” You answer.

Nat, Wanda, and Loki continue to work while you rest your head from your migraine. A while later the bell rings. You say your goodbyes to Nat and Wanda, and head to the door with Loki.

“I’ll text you soon Love,” You say.

“Alright My Queen, I’ll see you soon,” He states, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You go to the office and sign out, leaving. You drive home to meet with your mom to go to the doctor's office.

The appointment results in nothing more than wasted gas. The doctor was once again condescending. On your way home you are in your regular immeasurable pain along with the emotional pain of haunting thoughts of your pain not truly existing and the fact no one believes you. The pain is too much to return to school, so after a conversation with your mom you stay home. When getting home you exhaustedly get into your pajamas consisting of an oversized t-shirt once belonging to Loki. You pull up your favorite playlist on Spotify, text Loki that you’ve arrived home, and immediately fall asleep.

Loki’s POV (After you left)

After saying goodbye to Y/N I went to environmental science which I had with Thor and Bucky. Normally I had it with Y/N as well but obviously, she was gone. The teacher was normally late so we always had 5-10 minutes to talk at the beginning of class. Thor and Bucky came in about 30 seconds before the bell rang having first period together on the other side of the school. They came in and sat down, Thor never being someone that was quite immediately started a conversation. I think that's, why he and Bucky were such good friends, Bucky, is quiet and untalkative, while Thor is loud and conversational.

“Brother! Where is Y/N? You two never seem to separate,” Thor exclaimed.

“She is at another doctor's appointment,” I answered worry fully.

“Ah! Is she still feeling poorly?” He questions.

“Yes, just about always,” I answer.

“Shall I tell mother that you will not be coming right after school?” He tries to aid.

“I’m she assumes at this point but yes I’d appreciate that. Thank you,” I express.

“No sooner done than said, Brother,” He responded.

“I’m sorry. What?” I ask confused.

“Oh, Loki. It is a common phrase meaning I will do it immediately. You really need to catch up on your slang brother,” He answers patronizingly.

“Well, ‘Brother’ I think ‘No sooner said than done’ would be the correct phrasing,” I reply snidely.

“Oh! Perhaps it is,” He considers.

After our discussion ends Thor goes on to talk about his first-period weightlifting class and football practice the night before.

The rest of the day goes by without anything notable happening, Y/N texts at about 11:30 saying she was home. As soon as the last bell rang I was out the door and in the parking lot. I get in my car and drive to her house. I grab my backpack and knock on her door, her older brother lets me in, and I go directly to her room. I walk in quietly as she’s normally asleep after a strenuous day. And that fact continues to prove true. As I walk in she’s asleep on her side with her thighs at a 90-degree angle to her torso, one hand under her head and the other brought up forearm in front of her face hand touching her other elbow. I quietly take off my shoes, go to the side of the bed she’s not sleeping on, set my bag down, and slip under the covers. Needing the comfort because I know there was nothing else I can do for her but comfort and feeling lost at that knowing from the slight disarray of her room the appointment didn’t go well, we both needed it. After getting situated I carefully shift her onto my lap and chest. She murmurs and looks up at me waking ever so slightly.

“Loki?” She mumbles.

“Yea, love. I’m here. Go back to sleep,”

“Ok,” She mumbles again.

As she goes back to sleep she reaches her arms around my neck and lays her head on my chest. I kiss the crown of her head and gently rub her back. Once I’m sure she’s back asleep I take the remote and change it from Spotify and put on Supernatural as I’ve been trying to catch up on her favorite show.

She starts to wake up after 2 episodes. As I feel her start to wake up a look down as she looks up at me.

“Hey baby, how ya feeling?” I ask.

“Already feelin’ like shit, migraines already killer,” She answers sleepily.

“I’m sorry love. Anything I can do?” I wonder.

“Could you pass me my migraine medicine?” She questions.

“Of course. Anything else?” I say while passing her her medicine as well as her water.

“Not right now baby. Thank you,” She days before taking her meds and kissing me on the cheek.

She looks at the TV and asks “What episode are you watching?”

“I believe it was called ‘The Mystery Spot’” I answer.

“Oh, that’s a good one. The trickster is one of my favorites,” She exclaims.

“How come?” I ask her, adoring her excitement.

“Well, both the episode and the trickster are exceptionally funny. And it helps that the trickster is pretty handsome as well.” She answers, smiling.

“Oh is he?” I ask looking her in the eye.

“Yea, he is.” She looks up at me giggling.

“If you say so, my love. I’ll let you get away with it this time,” I say before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

After another 2 hours of watching Supernatural together, we both decide that we’re hungry and order a pizza. As it gets later I ask if she wants me to stay the night tonight, which she does. I text my mother explaining that Y/N doesn’t feel well and I will be staying. She texts back quickly okaying the plan but making me promise that when she feels well again to bring her back over. I agree knowing that Y/N and my mom get along well. Soon after Y/N gets up and does her nightly routine, I also take the time to get changed into some of the clothes I’ve left here. Once she comes back we switch to Youtube to not fall asleep in the middle of the season and lay down. Me on my back and he with her hand behind my head and in my hair, her head on my chest as well as her other hand. I wrap one of my arms around her wrist and my other hand on top of hers. She falls asleep first and I fall asleep soon after her.

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #24

It’s that time again! The Wednesday Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Where there's a will, there's a way, kind of beautiful

I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in

He's more than a man And this is more than love

You were a thud in the night

And if there's love in this life, there's no obstacle

I might as well take a gun and put it to his head

When you hear the firin' shots

I don't need no beat I can sing it with piano

Such a saint but such a whore

I started lookin' for a warning sign

My soul it knows no one other than you

Monday left me broken

I don't think I'm coming home

Tuesday, I was through with hoping

When the truth is I miss you

Wednesday, my empty arms were open

I'm drawn to you, something's magnetic here

But how'd y'all look so perfect? You must have some portraits in the attic

Thursday, waiting for love, waiting for love

You came back to haunt me

For real, want you to show me how you feel

It's overrated, just get another drink

You don't want nothing at all to do with me

Thank the stars, it's Friday

This is the road to ruin

I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday

When I watch the world burn All I think about is you

we both know Where I'm about to go And we know it very well

Watch me come undone

Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday

Lying in bed I can feel the space, pillows can't replace

Betray myself, just to keep your love at any cost

 I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't

We are one of a kind, irreplaceable

But you showed who you are, then one magical night

If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet

Crazy that I won't give up on you

How did I get so blind and so cynical?

And it's most tempting to give in

With every careless action you let me slip away

I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep

I don't wanna be a murderer

Let's be alone together

If you just bought me flowers, maybe I would've stayed

 I don't know what the fuck your name is

It isn't love, it isn't hate It's just indifference

In a home that's filled with love and hope

Last couple years have been a mad trip

I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to

I forgot that you existed

Because I'm gone again And to him I just can't be true

A kiss upon my cheek As he reluctantly Ask if I'm gonna be out late

If I stopped lying, I'd just disappoint you

Would've fought the whole town,

the scent that you left behind

But I want you, ain't nothin' wrong with, wanting you

You can leave with me Or you could have the blues

Sniff on them panties now

God knows what is real and what is fake

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful

We fucked this house up

I don't wanna take away his life

Tell me all your original sins

So many questionable choices

And it kills him inside To know that I am happy with some other guy

Damn, I know I'm killing you with them legs

We're gonna close the curtains

But I don't wanna do this anymore

I feel it in the air As I'm doing my hair Preparing for another date

Boy, you're a sight to see, kinda somethin' like me

I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch

We run away from real life,

Every time I walk out the door I see him die a little more inside

We're gonna stay naive tonight

I don't wanna hurt him anymore

And show me secrets you didn't know was inside

He walk like this 'cause he can back it up,

[ghost-proofbaby]

hi ghost just a little update on my boy saga ❤️

so yesterday i gave him this Christmas ornament my mom bought for him that is a chicken giving a thumbs up (took everything in me to not say something about it saying he had a good cock or something it is getting harder and harder to hold these comments back 🫣) and he told me that he wasn't going to take it out of the packaging and he was going to keep it next to the zippo lighter i got him. But anyway today he told me again that he really liked the ornament and I said I'm glad he liked it. And he said I do and I may or may not have created a little space in my head for you too (refresher course if we need it cause i think I told you this but if not: a few weeks ago he gave me more music recommendations and about half an hour before I thought that I should ask him for more music recommendations. I told him that and he said he was just that good and I said he's just in my head a lot and that I made a little room for him in there cause he's in it so much) and that literally almost sent me to my knees I am not joking with you. I told him that he's got me smiling like an idiot at work again and people are gonna think I like my job. He said that he's good at doing that. WHICH HE IS

And then he started attacking me in monopoly go (which is my fault I made him download it 😂) and I (aided by work bestie who's gotta be tired of my shit by now and nicotine 😂😂😂) told him that if he doesn't stop attacking me I won't kiss him and he said don't threaten me with a good time and I said then you should quit attacking me and he said but what if I don't and i said maybe I'll kiss you anyway 👀 and he said I'm not against that and I said maybe we'll have to do something about that then and he said sounds good to me and I said sounds like a date and he said works with me

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGYHHHH

I was literally freaking out so hard I kept texting work bestie and telling him I was gonna throw up and he was like KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN 😂 and I was shaking I was so nervous

So first time I work an entire shift by myself I get tormented by the ghosts of guitar anons past. Second shift I work by myself I flirt so much with this boy that I'm so flustered I forget how to do my job 🤦‍♀️

BUT HE SAID HE'S GONNA VISIT ME ON MONDAY AND WORK BESTIE GETS TO MEET HIM

And maybe we'll go out to dinner and maybe we'll do some kissing 👀 if I don't end up *cough* coming down with something *cough* on Saturday and going to that party with him. Work bestie thinks I should even though I'd work with him and he'd have to work by himself.

BYEEEE GHOST LOVE 🎸 ANON

YALL ARE TOO FUCKING CUTE FUCK OFFFFF

the head space comments??? 😭 fuckin adorable. but the KISSING COMMENTS???? ladies and gentlemen we are mere CHAPTERS away from the kiss finally!!! ITS HAPPENING!!!

also your work bestie is such a real one for that 🫡 i do the same thing in supporting my work friends in calling out like i’m only here for vibes and money. it’s never that serious when it comes to jobs that aren’t meant to become careers lol

call out and go to that party with your boy, nonnie. and get! that! kiss!

[dumplingsjinson]

sooooo, i know i said i wasn't going to post anything personal, at least in regards to my dating life, on here but lo and behold! i'm a liar, but the person who found out about this account might never go onto my blog again (if you're here for some reason then hi? idk why you'd come back here but okay. i hope you're okay. and if you're not, i hope you will be okay. and also, this is NOT about the long distant guy that maybe one or two of you are familiar with). so, here goes: we broke off whatever it was that was going on. i don't like them back that way, and i don't see myself liking them back that way in the foreseeable future.

so we broke it off on good terms.

we're not going to talk anymore, and it definitely will take time getting used to since we did text back and forth everyday for the past two months, up until today. it will take time to get used to not seeing their name on my phone constantly, or waking up to their messages, but it'll eventually go back to how it used to be, when we never spoke before.

i admittedly do feel a little empty as of right now, which is a me issue entirely. maybe i'm dealing with the sadness of losing a connection i've made with someone? maybe i don't deserve to feel this sadness. i don't know. there was definitely a bit of a connection there, though ephemeral, even if it wasn't a romantic one. i think (i know) i'll be okay, and i really, really hope they'll be okay, too (because rejection doesn't feel good. it's never an easy pill to swallow, knowing you're not the one for that someone. it doesn't feel good to reject someone, either).

i think it'll be good for the both of us in the long run.

i'm still processing this whole thing, but i think it'll be okay soon. :) and i hope they find someone who will like them back, just as much, and if not, more, because they're someone who truly deserves that.

goodbyes aren't easy, and they hurt even when it comes to short-term bonds that were formed. that's all i can say.

(also that whole unmatch thing rant in which i've deleted by now is because i got my feelings hurt for like a day, and then i got over it really quick lmfao. i was talking to some other guy i matched with, and we vibed for a few days, and then he unmatched while we were setting up the date and that hurt translated into frustration and anger and a bruised ego, but i'm okay now, and to whoever said it was a bad break up or something - it wasn't lmao, i was just being a little wuss and had to vent. but i will die on the hill on how you're an asshole if you unmatch without any explanation, especially when you're in the middle of setting up a date. you're just bad at communication and it really, really shows. please work on that if that's what you do to other people, because it's never fun being on the receiving end of being basically ghosted.)

anyway, i'll try to post another prompt list tonight. these babies are pre-written, so my mood right now's not gonna affect them aha.

i will probably post more of my love life (read: online hoe life) again to the one person who bothers reading this shit, simply because nothing's stopping me, and i ALSO am NEVER going to be so dumb to accidentally give too many hints and reveal my tumblr like that to someone ever again lmfaooo. my mask stays ON, bitches!!

(and on an entirely different note that's not so fucking depressing and also very non-serious, i'm going on a date this sunday, and we're going to have oysters lmfao - i might end up calling him oyster dude - but i also don't have much expectations lmfao. they did ask me if we're still on for sunday just earlier today, and i said yes, but i'm prepped for getting unmatched outta no where because some of you men are Cowards. aNYWAY.)

this was a rollercoaster and a very undelightful mess, i'm tired, i have to wake up at 5:30 am tomorrow for work, two of my brackets came fucking loose so i have to go to the ortho on monday to get that fixed, and i lowkey wanna die because of that, goodBYEEE.

[nempthis]

Update about my employment in this BPO company

I started the year fresh and ready for a brand new job which is being a call center agent. I was happy I received a start date in my email because I was actually looking forward to it. My training day started last January 10, 2023 at 5 in the morning. Feeling nervous, clueless and excited about what's going to happen. During the first 2 weeks of training, we were not receiving calls yet because that time was allotted for lectures only about the rules in the company, tools that we are going to use during calls, call etiquette and stuff like that. It was fine but I felt like I'm not understanding what our trainer was explaining and my confusion stirred. Okay so I was assigned to technical support, not my choice but the managenent's and if I'm gonna be completely honest with you I AM NOT TECH SAVVY IN ANY WAY. My weakness is actually anything related to technology and its technicalities... So being in a tech support made me feel dumb the whole time while my other peers can follow along with our trainer without breaking a sweat. That was the first red flag that I tried to ignore because who knows? Maybe I can practice and improve overtime so I stayed and tried to learn more.

2 weeks later, I was able to pass the first assessment so I got hope that there's a room for improvement indeed. I was happy because I didn't expect that I will pass despite having difficulties in my lectures so that's something. Also it felt good to receive my first pay. It's like a trophy for something that I won. I didn't spoil myself after receiving it, I saved it for something else.

This is the part that it got complicated. On the 3rd week of training, it was our opportunity to take calls and apply everything that we learned during training. I had a separate post about this and just to add, I got a little traumatized because I flunked it so bad and it was embarrassing that I kept shaking and sweating and panicking the whole time although I had a mentor by my side to support me. This was the time that I was having second thoughts about this job. Mistakes were meant to happen on the first time but what about the long run? I was thinking about leaving the company soon after training because I don't wanna embarrass myself even further. I mean I have a degree in Journalism from a prestigious university in my province but I can't even handle taking calls while navigating tools? It's a shame that someone who didn't finish college or someone who finished from a regular uni/college defeats me, right??

Even the fact that I was scared to continue, I still gave it a try. I didn't quit right away because this is something that I want to commit to. I attend the 2nd day of taking calls and the day after that and so on. I felt anxious like I was literally shaking every time I started to take calls. So it was about a week of taking calls, the half of 3rd week and the whole 4th week which was last week. Even with mentors coaching me what to do with my tools, I just couldn't get it! I only remember like 5% of what was discussed during lectures so imagine how pathetic and dumb I was the whole time. I just couldn't learn and it dissapoints me.

Today marks the last shift of my training as my trainer issued me a termination contract. It escalated quickly to this part because I made 2 absences this week. One was from Monday, 6th of Feb and then today 11th of Feb. It was a clear policy that more than one absent is subjected to termination. I was aware of this so I take all the blame plus I don't have to submit an awkward resignation letter so this actually saved my ass. If you're wondering I was absent, I was sick on Monday (severe cold and mild sore throat. Kept sneezing every after a few minutes) and also today, I got sick again (itchy throat accompanied by frequent coughing and also fever).

Today on my way to work, I was feeling okay with controllable cough and no fever. I was scared again to take calls but I don't wanna quit just yet. I was torn between keeping this job for as long as I can or just leave. I asked God to give me the most obvious sign to help me decide and here it is, I got sick in the middle of the day and was forced to leave work by the nurse of our clinic in the company because I consulted them first before making hasty decision.

It made me realize that this job ain't for me. I was able to pass the screening so that was something again but I couldn't keep my performance so it's better for me to get sick and terminated because why force myself to something that isn't meant for me? This ain't about perseverance and determination and all that cheesy words, that's toxic okay? At least I tried and didn't quit right away. I still set foot on the production floor which is the source of my nightmare every single day. I stayed till the very end of my OJT (today) but it was interrupted by my health.

A lot of people will judge me for this because the audacity to let this happen despite some people would've been perfect to take my position and why can't I keep my job for fuck's sake? People will see me as irresponsible, disappointment, weak, easily quits, and that I won't be able to succeed in life.

[abbatoirablaze]

At Death's Door, Chapter 3

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings:  sexual tension

One thing that Halloween is, is predictable.  I laughed to myself before putting my ring on my necklace and throwing it on, just in case I got called in to catch some stragglers. 

When I walked into the bar, I saw Jess and Sam talking, “Seriously I’m proud of you.  I know you are going to knock em dead on Monday, and you’re gonna get that full ride.  I know it.” 

“What would I do without you?”

“Crash and burn,” she said slyly.  She pulled him into a kiss and I laughed. Jess pulled away smiling, eyes closed.  When she opened them, she squealed next to Sam’s ear, and I saw him cringe, “DAHLIA!”

She got up and ran over to me, wrapping her arms around me, “Hey Jess.  I showed.”

“Oh my god, that looks so good on you,” she smirked, “Can I pick a costume or what?”

“She’s a stripper,” Sam’s friend laughed, coming back with shots, “she looks good in just about any costume.”

I gave a fake smile as he handed me one, “thanks.”

“Anytime,” he grinned, “When am I ever gonna get that date, by the way?”

“Probably never,” Sam laughed, “I’ve known Dahlia for years.  She doesn’t do dating.  Like ever.”

“Sam,” Jess laughed, “Come on, be nice.  I’m sure Dahlia has had a serious boyfriend or two in her past.”

“Seriously,” he laughed, turning to me, “Dahlia tell em.”

“He’s right,” I admitted, “It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve had a serious relationship.  I have only had like one serious boyfriend ever.”

“Oh my god, no,” she said, putting a hand up to her mouth, “you aren’t talking about the boy you dated when you were 13 are you?”

I nodded, “yeah.  My parents were a bit overbearing.  Wasn’t allowed to date.”

“That doesn’t count though.  You were thirteen,” she said, “right Sam?”

I looked at Sam.  He and I shared the same knowing glance.  He was my first real boyfriend.  My only real boyfriend.  Jess didn’t know that though.  Sam took my hand between his own, “Dahlia here is like a guardian angel, always taking care of everyone else.  If she wants to count it…I’m not going to fight her on it.”

I shrugged, “What can I say, I feel like I’m the den mother.”

Jess laughed, “well you are my favorite den mother.”

We spent a few hours out at the bar.  A few guys hit on me, but I didn’t really feel the need to pay any attention back to them.  Around 11:30, I decided to head home.  When I got there something felt off.  I slid on my ring and walked through the door.  All the lights were still off in the living room and kitchen, but my bedroom door was partially opened. 

I could smell his cologne. 

John. 

“I know you are here, Dahlia,” he said gruffly from behind the door, “I can sense that you are here.  Take the ring off.  I need to talk to you.”

I took it off and placed it back around the chain on my necklace.  I took a few steps until I was at my door, pushing it open.  John took a deep breath, “Hey.”

“Did not expect to see you like that,” he admitted from my bed.  I looked down at my outfit, remembering the costume that Jess had picked out for me. 

“I’m sorr-“

“Don’t be,” he whispered, standing up.  In two short steps he was in front of me, holding onto my arms, “I need your help Dahlia.  Normally I wouldn’t come to you.  You already keep an eye on Sammy…but something is happening.  I need you to watch Dean too.  Something happened to Hannah and I’m trying to track her down.”

Instantly I reached for her ring, “is she okay?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know.  She just turned 18 a few months ago and disappeared.  None of us can find her.  I think it has something to do with yellow eyes.  I think she caught a trail.  I’m going after them.  I need you to get Sam and Dean on the same page.”

“Wait?  Dean is in town?”

“He’s watching Sammy.  We saw you both at the bar.  He didn’t see me but I know that he’s tracking him right now.”

“Sam lives two blocks from me.”

“I know,” he admitted, “I’m going to keep tracking yellow eyes and hope I come across her.  I’m sending the boys a trip so that they can get their bearings.  I need you to watch them Dahlia.  Please.  Make sure they don’t get killed.”

“John I-“

“Please,” he begged.   He looked down at my hands, before taking them in his own, “you’ve always been there for me.  Helping me.  Protecting Dean and Sam.  I’ve been protecting you and Hannah from god knows how many hunters over the years.  I never said anything when you decided to date my son…I need you to help me Dolly.”

“Fine,” I whispered, looking down at his hands holding mine, “but I’m not doing it because you think I owe you.  I could have been alone all this time and been fine.  I’m doing this for Hannah.  She still hasn’t been awakened.”

“I know,” he admitted.  He lifted one of my hands and kissed it, “but I’m glad you haven’t been alone.”

“Where are you going?”

He shrugged, “I told you…I’m following yellow eyes.”

“John-“

“I’ll tell you when I know, Dolly, just keep the boys safe.”

I nodded and he took my face in his hands, bringing our lips together.  I sighed, allowing myself to feel something that I’d turned off back in the 70’s.  When he broke the kiss, I kept my eyes closed.  I could still remember how things were before I was dragged back to hell and Cupid marked him and Mary to be soul mates. 

He sighed heavily, and I was knocked from my thoughts. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.  I nodded.  Then, quicker than he’d appeared, I felt his energy leave.  I refused to open my eyes until he was gone.  When I did finally open my eyes, I was left with a sadness that I had tried to turn off 30 Some odd years ago…and yet here I was still pining over John Winchester.   I groaned at myself and my lack of control.

What power did the Winchester men have over me?

I snapped my fingers and I was in a pair of jeans, a cami, and my leather jacket.  I could see the Impala down the street through my window, Sam and Dean arguing on either side of it.  I closed my eyes and opened them after a deep breath.  I was suddenly down the alley looking at them arguing.

“And that’s why you ran away,” Dean seethed, “Like a little-

“I was just going to college,” Sam said softly.  I began walking closer, “it was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Dad’s in real trouble right now, if he’s not dead already I can feel it.”

Sam and Dean stared one another down before Dean broke the silence, “I can’t do this alone.”

“Yes you can,” Sam sighed, “you’ve never had that problem before.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “Well I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, dropping my duffel in front of the car.  Sam’s shocked reaction to me made me smile a little bit more as I turned my full attention towards Dean, “I’m going with you!”

Chapter 4

[captainaikus]

Of course you can call me Blue! And thank you for the kind words it really means a lot to me🥹🫶🏻. I am currently taking my exams and tomorrow is the last day so yey! But I have a lot of activities I need to catch up because I have been kinda slacking cause of my overthinking mindset… so for the next days until Monday imma try and finish everything. Oh! And I am also on a diet right now, I am doing intermittent fasting; my rules are that I will only eat at 12pm to 7pm, idk if its healthy but my mom is also doing it, today was my second day and it was good, I got a little hungry so I just drank some water. Oh and I kinda have a favor, I saw this tiktok video that would fit any blue lock characters, I was hoping if I could request but I forgot that you don’t do requests right? I kinda need the comfort right now cause life is currently killing me but its okay if you won’t accept it! I understand that ur so busy too with other writings and ur personal life. Hehehe so that’s it, I need to go to sleep now for tomorrow’s exam. Goodnight belle!✨🫶🏻☺️

-💙

Ooh exams- i wish you luck and good eight hours of sleep

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Oh yea the IF diet plan; one of my friends is on it; i'm not sure if its effective or not since i haven't checked it out for myself- but if you feel good, i support your decision!

Yeah i don't take requests, but since you did mention comfort i am curious to know what idea was this

(,,>﹏<,,) and the possibility of it coinciding for another fic (yes i do plan on writing more hurt/comfort which includes burnout episodes or overall wellbeing)

You guys are gonna think I'm ancient- i don't use tiktok. I used to but then it was endless scrolling and wasting time + some of the content was annoying and got a lot of likes? + trolling via my ex's friends so I had to delete my account and as I got older I decided to never go back there as well ; so now i just stick to twitter and instagram (for uni + social purposes otherwise i didn't have it before 2022) and Pinterest - one app that I actually like doesn't even use dating apps

Describe it for me and i think i might have it pre-written? (an anon dropped a thanksgiving suggestion into my inbox last week; i have a fic that is along those lines but not thanksgiving as my country doesn't celebrate it.)

Goodnight blue, sleep well! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

[enchantedaniel]

I said it yesterday, Seb’s quotes were going to be the inspiration for this Monday Motivation. Mainly because I strongly believe that if we keep talking about Seb as a human, he is never leaving us for real. Yes, I am in denial and it hasn’t sunk in yet. I wanted to make a whole Daniel/Mick/Seb/Nicky Monday Motivation… but now I think I’ll shine a little spotlight on these beautiful quotes.

Yesterday I saw a TikTok that said ‘only six more weeks till 2023’ and normally it would give me the biggest rush of anxiety. “SIX WEEKS? But I haven’t achieved a whole lot and there is so little time…” But this year I am taking a different approach. Instead of just looking at the big things (like working for a company I loved, getting back on track with making myself healthier and of course getting my bachelor diploma last week), I am looking at all the small things that in hindsight made a big difference for my happiness and I want to ask you to do the same. I would love to hear the small things that made your January till November happier! 🧡

Here’s a small list of mine: I got closer with my friends since high school, I met new people and became close with them, I started doing these Monday Motivations and we became closer, I went on small little trips that are now big memories, I put myself out there and started this dating journey, I went to more concerts in a year than I’ve ever done, I started to take more pictures (no… I am not starting a babette.jpg even though I do think I could run a good account), I’ve seen more F1 cars in a year than I’ve ever done and most importantly I chose myself countless of times.

So, am I gonna give you a piece of homework this week? Yeah, I am! Write that list! Sit yourself down and write/record/sketch/whatever else a list of moments. Little moments of happiness and positivity to combat the stress of this year almost coming to an end. And if you feel like sharing, I’m a nosy bitch so… send them my way 🥰

Have a great week! 🍀

A list of what made me happy this year❣️ignore the writing I was rushing 🥲

(Have a magical week 🤍)

[tubbietommo]

I said it yesterday, Seb’s quotes were going to be the inspiration for this Monday Motivation. Mainly because I strongly believe that if we keep talking about Seb as a human, he is never leaving us for real. Yes, I am in denial and it hasn’t sunk in yet. I wanted to make a whole Daniel/Mick/Seb/Nicky Monday Motivation… but now I think I’ll shine a little spotlight on these beautiful quotes.

Yesterday I saw a TikTok that said ‘only six more weeks till 2023’ and normally it would give me the biggest rush of anxiety. “SIX WEEKS? But I haven’t achieved a whole lot and there is so little time…” But this year I am taking a different approach. Instead of just looking at the big things (like working for a company I loved, getting back on track with making myself healthier and of course getting my bachelor diploma last week), I am looking at all the small things that in hindsight made a big difference for my happiness and I want to ask you to do the same. I would love to hear the small things that made your January till November happier! 🧡

Here’s a small list of mine: I got closer with my friends since high school, I met new people and became close with them, I started doing these Monday Motivations and we became closer, I went on small little trips that are now big memories, I put myself out there and started this dating journey, I went to more concerts in a year than I’ve ever done, I started to take more pictures (no… I am not starting a babette.jpg even though I do think I could run a good account), I’ve seen more F1 cars in a year than I’ve ever done and most importantly I chose myself countless of times.

So, am I gonna give you a piece of homework this week? Yeah, I am! Write that list! Sit yourself down and write/record/sketch/whatever else a list of moments. Little moments of happiness and positivity to combat the stress of this year almost coming to an end. And if you feel like sharing, I’m a nosy bitch so… send them my way 🥰

Have a great week! 🍀

Damnnn getting homework from Babette. I gotta do my best.

I'm still sick so I missed this post on Monday (also I'm still very much not over Seb having officially retired. I think I'm gonna join Lewis his delusional world and convince myself he's coming back).

You got your bachelor diploma?!?! CONGRATS. PROUD OF YOU ❤️❤️

Anyways I'll give you my list right here, right now (might forget some things):

Being able to watch Seb drive irl at Spa. Super grateful to my dad that he wanted to share that experience with me. I still think about that day.

I learned how to crochet!!! And I'm loving it so much. I make plushies, I make flowers, I made a tote bag for my friend's birthday.

I finally after years having felt like I had to lose weight for others (like as a kid I had to do it for doctors or my mom etc etc) and fail. I finally can say I'm 100% doing it for myself, doing it my own way and letting no one interfere with it, and I already am having small victories. Which I'm really proud of. I also am going to make a documentary about this for my school project. So wish me luck on that one haha

I realized how much more happier and relaxed I was when I was single. So I decided to choose for myself again.

I think 2022 is the first year where I would say "hey this was a pretty good year" (apart from the whole Seb thing. But not everything is about f1 sksksksk).

[f1-baby1999]

I said it yesterday, Seb’s quotes were going to be the inspiration for this Monday Motivation. Mainly because I strongly believe that if we keep talking about Seb as a human, he is never leaving us for real. Yes, I am in denial and it hasn’t sunk in yet. I wanted to make a whole Daniel/Mick/Seb/Nicky Monday Motivation… but now I think I’ll shine a little spotlight on these beautiful quotes.

Yesterday I saw a TikTok that said ‘only six more weeks till 2023’ and normally it would give me the biggest rush of anxiety. “SIX WEEKS? But I haven’t achieved a whole lot and there is so little time…” But this year I am taking a different approach. Instead of just looking at the big things (like working for a company I loved, getting back on track with making myself healthier and of course getting my bachelor diploma last week), I am looking at all the small things that in hindsight made a big difference for my happiness and I want to ask you to do the same. I would love to hear the small things that made your January till November happier! 🧡

Here’s a small list of mine: I got closer with my friends since high school, I met new people and became close with them, I started doing these Monday Motivations and we became closer, I went on small little trips that are now big memories, I put myself out there and started this dating journey, I went to more concerts in a year than I’ve ever done, I started to take more pictures (no… I am not starting a babette.jpg even though I do think I could run a good account), I’ve seen more F1 cars in a year than I’ve ever done and most importantly I chose myself countless of times.

So, am I gonna give you a piece of homework this week? Yeah, I am! Write that list! Sit yourself down and write/record/sketch/whatever else a list of moments. Little moments of happiness and positivity to combat the stress of this year almost coming to an end. And if you feel like sharing, I’m a nosy bitch so… send them my way 🥰

Have a great week! 🍀

Seb does always give out the best advice and those quotes aren't any different. I'm still in denial too about him leaving, I'm not looking forward to next year and not seeing him on the grid racing, same with Nicky, Daniel and Mick as well.

That's a really good approach to have and one that I do need to adopt as I always look at the things I haven't done instead of the things I have. I'll have to have a long think about the things I've done this year that have made me a little happier, I'll definitely send it your way if I do write down a list 😊

I hope you have a great week too ❤️

[formationlapsz]

I said it yesterday, Seb’s quotes were going to be the inspiration for this Monday Motivation. Mainly because I strongly believe that if we keep talking about Seb as a human, he is never leaving us for real. Yes, I am in denial and it hasn’t sunk in yet. I wanted to make a whole Daniel/Mick/Seb/Nicky Monday Motivation… but now I think I’ll shine a little spotlight on these beautiful quotes.

Yesterday I saw a TikTok that said ‘only six more weeks till 2023’ and normally it would give me the biggest rush of anxiety. “SIX WEEKS? But I haven’t achieved a whole lot and there is so little time…” But this year I am taking a different approach. Instead of just looking at the big things (like working for a company I loved, getting back on track with making myself healthier and of course getting my bachelor diploma last week), I am looking at all the small things that in hindsight made a big difference for my happiness and I want to ask you to do the same. I would love to hear the small things that made your January till November happier! 🧡

Here’s a small list of mine: I got closer with my friends since high school, I met new people and became close with them, I started doing these Monday Motivations and we became closer, I went on small little trips that are now big memories, I put myself out there and started this dating journey, I went to more concerts in a year than I’ve ever done, I started to take more pictures (no… I am not starting a babette.jpg even though I do think I could run a good account), I’ve seen more F1 cars in a year than I’ve ever done and most importantly I chose myself countless of times.

So, am I gonna give you a piece of homework this week? Yeah, I am! Write that list! Sit yourself down and write/record/sketch/whatever else a list of moments. Little moments of happiness and positivity to combat the stress of this year almost coming to an end. And if you feel like sharing, I’m a nosy bitch so… send them my way 🥰

Have a great week! 🍀

hiya babette!! 💛 I actually read your ask before I left for uni today but I took some time to answer it because I thought about it on my way there. As you said, hearing the 'six weeks until the year is over' does bring a feeling of anxiety, how's the year gone by so fast? maybe I haven't truly accomplished things this year, or I should have done more etc etc but instead, this year, I'm going to reflect on the things that made my year a lot better. This year I think I finally found what I want to do in life, maybe even the path that I want to take and I'm proud to say that I took the first step this July by working on that field. I mean it's needless to say that it has been the best decision I've made! But thank you Babette for giving me a different aspect to look at these 6 (maybe less now) remaining weeks of 2022 💛

Have a great week lovely! 🌼