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[garoujo]

thank you my pretty luvvvv <3!! i’m kinda like blending your leg days with mine & gonna try it out tonight cus i actually got the night off work!! i haven’t done box step ups or back extensions in forever but rdl’s, split squats & hip thrusts are my standards i love them!! mwah i’ll give you an update later tonight and let you know if i’m still alive!! wish me luck my pretty girl <3 h.

omigosh ur so welcome bbie ( ◜ᴗ◝ ) that sounds suuuper fun i hope ur new leg day goes well for u !!! no fr that was like me too it’s been so long since they’ve been in my workout routine but i was feeling them again alajaka (˶ᐢᗜᐢ˶) eeeee me too !!! can’t hav a workout without them in the week they’re like the staples !!! looking forward to ur update my love ! good luck & hope u had the best weekend <3

[austinpanda]

Dad Letter 041121

11 April, 2021

Dear Dad--

Firstly, thank you thank you thank you! I received the care package you sent with the DVDs and the doobies! That was thoughtful and generous and fun! I’ll start watching The Pacific today. The other DVD looks like a movie I’ve heard of but never seen, so I’ll watch that too. Thank you again! Fella could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff, heh heh.

Things have finally begun happening, so I shouldn’t suffer any shortage of newsworthy shit to tell you about in this week’s letter. I heard from the casino and I’m still hired. Turns out it was taking the background check company (called Orange Tree) a bit longer than usual to complete my background check. The HR woman, Gabby, emailed and said she’d already bitched to them about it, and she’d get back to me as soon as it was done. It got done! I passed the tests, by having nothing at all interesting in either my criminal background or my pee. (Apparently, if my sample had been so contaminated with reefer that seeds and roaches were floating in it, they wouldn’t care. Mind blown.) Gabby phoned and said everything was looking good and we’re ready to move onto the next steps. I love that the HR person, who has all kinds of responsibilities to protect employees’ privacy, is named Gabby.

The next step is: Tomorrow morning I’ll go in and do some “onboarding” shit. This will include giving them all the paperwork I filled out, including the 30-page gaming employee application, and my personal contacts. They’ll take my ID, including my driver’s license and social security card or birth certificate. They will fingerprint me! Never been fingerprinted before! And I plan on dressing immaculately for all of this, because they may also take my ID photo. I gave myself a haircut yesterday. Depending on the particular casino job, I might be filling out a “fitting card” for uniforms, except I won’t need to do that, because I get to dress like a normal person and work in a back office. I will give them my W-2, my I-9, and my emergency contact info. I’ll give them my bank info to directly deposit my paychecks.

Obviously, because of all this, I anticipated being a thin balloon skin of nonchalance, stretched over a Grand Canyon of anxiety, but it’s not that bad. First of all, it’s a cool place to work. And I won’t be starting at full time; I’ll be starting part time. That’ll help ease the transition back to worker bee. The workplace amenities are awesome, because it’s a hotel and casino, and the benefits are good. As business picks up again post-Covid 19, my job will transition to full time, and I assume I’ll be doing it well by then. And I’m not sure about this yet, but I think they want to give me a $500 signup bonus. (Mind blown AGAIN.) And I’m pretty sure it would be a $1,000 bonus if I were signing up for a full-time job. If I get the $500, I may buy something I’ve never owned: a dining table and some chairs. My steady march toward adulthood nears its completion, and it only took 52 years.

Thus have I gone from famine to feast, if only temporarily. I did my taxes, and found out I’d receive a refund big enough that it would easily support me until I start receiving paychecks. I immediately got caught up on bills, and went so far as to buy myself a new piece of furniture, kinda. I realized recently that I don’t own a dresser, and it’s making the storing of my clothes a bit of a pain in the ass. I then realized that most people probably do own a dresser, and put all their socks and underwear and sweaters in it, because not doing so was foolish, and I realized that my inability to do so was a growing source of bitterness. And I have a rule about furniture: whenever possible, I want it to be light enough that one person could easily lift it. So instead of a traditional dresser, I got this...shelving unit thing! It’s got a thick plastic frame that snaps together, and for drawers, it has 9 bins that have metal frames and fabric sides. It should be lightweight but quite sturdy. And, naturally, it’s going to usher in a bright new era of clothing storage for me, which I no longer really care about, because I’m starting my new job soon, and who cares where my socks are stored? The kitties should love it, though; it’ll give them access to a window that they couldn’t relax in front of before.

Don’t know if I mentioned it, but because Zach and I didn’t earn paychecks in Maine last year, we didn’t pay any of the usual state taxes, which means they’re all due now! On April 15th, they’re going to politely suck $855 out of my bank account to cover last year’s state taxes. Hopefully I’ll earn enough paychecks this year to have that covered, for when we do this year’s taxes next year. I can’t complain about the tax bill either, when you consider that Maine has paid for ALL of my health care and prescriptions since I got here. If they could keep all the potholes fixed, it would be heaven.

So this week will be, I assume, my last full week of freedom before the shackles of employment are clamped on for good. And I don’t get the full week of freedom, because I have to go in at 8:30 tomorrow for the onboarding shit, and I have to be there at 9:00 a.m. on both Thursday and Friday for orientation shit. I assume that will be a couple of days of them explaining how time cards work, and showing me videos about working in the gaming industry in Maine for our glorious parent company, Penn National Gaming. I assume there will be a video that tells me if I find a stack of money somewhere in the casino, it’s not like receiving misdelivered mail; it doesn’t become mine, and I am not allowed to take it home with me. I don’t need anyone to tell me that, but I assume they’ll find it necessary to say it out loud at least once, just so they can say they said it.

The cat just did something unnerving; we caught her playing with a type of candy we haven’t had around the house since Halloween. She just does that! Out of nowhere, we’ll find her playing with a Tootsie Roll, and we’ll realize, “We haven’t had any Tootsie Rolls in the house since Christmas 2019. Where the HELL did she find that?” And we don’t get too stressed about it, because she did the same thing with my wedding ring. I probably told you about that! Zach and I were expecting to lose our wedding rings, because we’d both lost weight, and they were too big, and you can’t resize titanium, and sure enough, I lost mine. We looked everywhere, never found it. So we bought a new pair of rings--properly sized--and put his old one in the fire safe. Then about six months went by, and one day I look down, and the fucking cat Horta had the fucking ring in her fucking mouth. We put it in the fire safe with Zach’s. Now we have four wedding rings between us. And when I say “fire safe,” that might sound more impressive than it is. It’s basically a lock box, little bigger than a shoe box, with thick walls that will supposedly protect your documents for up to a half hour in a fire.

Okay, so! Got my job shit all prepared, got my shirts ironed, got my car cleaned inside and out, got my shot--oh! I got my first vaccination shot! I went to my appointment at Wal-Mart and got a shot of Moderna vaccine in my left arm. It’ll be nice having some protection from the Rona, since I’m about to start going into an office every day.

I’ll definitely have more news about the job next week, after I’ve done the orientation days, so, updates to follow! All my love to you both!

[toms-babygirl]

Let’s Prank Him

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Ratting: I guess PG-13

A/N: soooo my imagine for you tonight was gonna be different but then I distracted myself from writing with girls pranking their bf videos and........this happened.

You pressed record on your video camera, not sure where you were going to post this yet but all your fans and his fans were suggesting it and you were bored so why not? 

"Hey guys," you spoke into the camera. "So,' you smiled and giggled, covering your mouth, "Tom's been in China for the past couple of days for the um, Spider-Man movie premiere and I've been reading your guys' comments on my social media and a lot of you were saying to prank Tom that I am pregnant and guess what? I've fallen into peer pressure and now I'm gonna do it.”

"They said they were gonna land in about an hour or so, Haz just texted me, so I gotta go ahead and prepare." You looked around the apartment; everything was clean and organized, thanks to you tidying it up a couple of days ago and managing to keep it like that. You really were a low-maintenance girl. "I mean I don't really know how to prepare. Should I fake a pregnancy test or... I don't know, I guess I should just mentally prepare."

You stopped the video, knowing you were going to edit it all in later and texted Tom. Then you turned the camera back on again. "Okay, so I just texted Tom, telling him that he shouldn't bring Haz or anything back to his apartment because... you know, that'll be awkward." You heard a ding come from your phone. You laughed, looking at the text. "He just said 'Okay.' He probably thinks I have something planned for him if you know what I mean. Well it's not that buddy but I promise I do have something planned." You turned it off.

You hit record, talk-whispering. "Okay so Tom just said he was in the car to the apartment so I'm gonna go ahead and set up the camera. I think I'll set it up-" you gestured in the direction, "-behind that little plant we have on the coffee table in the living room and we'll see how it goes. I laugh a lot and I'm definitely not an actor so hopefully it goes well enough that he'll believe me and get some... reaction out of him. This is for you, Hollanders." You pointed into the camera, play-frowning a little bit and pressed 'Stop.’

You set the camera up beside the little potted succulent on the coffee table, aiming it towards the entrance. You took a step back and sat on the couch, where you would tell Tom to "Sit down, we need to have a talk" and tilted your head this way and that, making sure it looked inconspicuous as possible. Then you walked toward the door and glanced at it from that angle. You could hardly even see it! Yes! As long as you didn't laugh in the middle of it, this was going to go perfectly.

You went and hit record on the camera. "Come on those theater classes that I took in high school, don't fail me now." You whispered into the microphone and sat on the couch. You would cut out the time you had to wait, or maybe just speed up the footage.

Your phone dinged again and it was Tom. You showed your screen to the camera and mouthed, "He's here!" 

Luckily, the remote wasn't too far away so you quickly turned the TV on, acting like you weren't just talking to a camera and got comfy, snuggling up with the throw blanket. 

"Y/N, I'm home!" he called. He propped the door open with his foot to roll in your luggage and you popped up from the couch. His tired voice almost made you feel guilty for what you were about to do. He probably just wanted to change into his pajamas, cuddle up with you, and go to sleep which honestly sounded pretty good to you too. Your heart was pounding so much, you felt that Tom would see it and the prank would be ruined anyways, why not just forget about it?

No. You really, really wanted to do this. You've been alone for days and needed this. You never pranked anyone in your life before and it if this one went well, you would feel so good. 

You walked up and hugged him. "Hey babe, how was your flight?" You said rubbing his back but remembering to stay in character so you were acting kind of timid. Your shoulders tensed.

"Oh, it was alright," he said, coming fully into the apartment now and you helped with the door, closing it as he set his luggage down and took off his shoes. "So what did you want to talk to me about, love?"

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling and you would've combed a hand through your hair, though you had put it up in a messy bun. "Right um..." you said as casually as you possibly could. You gestured silently to the couch. "Can we.....could we sit first?"

"Of course, are you alright?"

You two rounded the couch to sit and you wanted to say yeah but you stumbled around the word, think what was the most natural thing to say in this moment was. What would you do if the camera wasn't rolling and this was real?

"No," you decided upon, hand brushing across your forehead. You sat facing him on the couch. He put one hand on your thigh immediately.

"Darling, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

You briefly nodded and he scooted closer to you, widening his eyes in concern.

 "Baby, what is it? What's on your mind?" 

You did't know what came over you but the the way he was staring at you with his perfect, brown eyes and his thin lips slightly parted and the fact that he called you baby (which he almost never does, only when consoling you, like now) made your eyes well up with tears. You looked down and started to pick the fabric on the couch. Great! This was really gonna be believable now!

"I um... I don't...I don't know how it happened," you sniffed. "I mean well," you looked at the ceiling, "I know how....I just can't..."

"Baby, baby, look at me. What's wrong? Did someone do something to you? Did I do something to you?" The fact that he thought he did something to you made you cry even more. He looked so lost and confused like a little puppy. 

"No, no," you laid a hand on his thigh, furiously nodding. "You.... I just don't how to tell you... I've been freaking out all this time you were gone. If the press ever found out about this..."

"Found out about what?" 

You looked right into his eyes and took a feigned, shaky breath. "I..... the reason I didn't want Harrison to come over tonight was that I um..." you didn't know where you going with that sentence and he was looking at you expectantly, almost causing you to break so you decided you were just gonna say it. "I'm pregnant."

Complete.

And utter.

Silence.

Tom's eyes were huge though you knew the camera wouldn't pick up on it.

"W-what?" 

You nodded.

"You're...pregnant...?"

You nodded.

"B-but.... we used a condom...?"

You looked down, covering your mouth with your hand because you almost smiled, and forced more tears to come out of your tear ducts. "I know..." you murmured. "I know, I know...this is just really bad for you career and you have five movies coming up that you still need to shoot, so it's okay if I'm alnoe with the baby and -"

"That's what you're worried about?"

You looked at him. 

"My career..?"

"Well yeah. I mean," you wiped an eye. "Everyone's gonna be freaking out about this. Not just your family, I mean, we're not even married yet. We're not ready." He stood up from the couch and started pacing slowly in front of the camera, running his hands through his hair. 

"A-are you mad at me?" You asked softly.

"Mad at you? No. We both did this."

Another round of silence.

"When did you find out?"

"This morning, when I took the pregnancy test."

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know. We could go to the doctor's and find it. They can also check if I'm really pregnant or not. Although those tests rarely give you a false positive and I did miss my period a few-"

"You missed your period? Why didn't you tell me?" He almost snapped.

You were taken aback. "Well, I guess it's not something you tell your boyfriend."

"Yes! It is!" He sat down next to you again. "Darling, if you miss your period, I need to know. Because whether if it's just stress or... or a chance that you could be pregnant, I need to know these things so you can get the attention you need."

Oh my God. That made you cry even more.

"Well, I didn't want to stress you about it. You were already busy with the premiere and having fun.... I figured there was nothing to worry about. Plus, you broke your nose... which you're a fucking idiot by the way, for doing it again."

You paused.

So," you started carefully. You had to end this before Tom had an aneurysm.

 "You're not leaving me?"

"Why would I leave you at a time like this?"

"Not even after I tell you this one more thing?"

"What 'one more thing.'”

You couldn't help it now; you stretched a big-ass smile all across your face and pointed to the camera. Tom quickly followed your finger and saw a red light poking out from behind the pot. "Oh my God!" He started laughing. But... was it nervous laughter? Relief? "OH MY GOD!

He came to the camera and you plopped down to the side on the couch, holding your stomach, laughing your ass off.

"This was a prank?" he asked, though he knew the answer.

"Yes! Yeah it was!" you said through bouts of laughter.

"Oh sweet mother of Jesus!" He walked out of frame. "Whew!"

"Were you freaking out?" You said smiling as you sat up again.

"Yes I  was!"

You grabbed the camera and filmed him. 

"Babe, my heart was pounding so much. I thought you were gonna notice."

"Mine too after you told me! I was screaming WHAT THE FUCK on the inside. I was surprised you could keep a straight face with all the laughing you do."

"Yo, I thought I was gonna laugh in the middle of it and throw it all off. Did you know your fans told me to do this?"

"They did not!"

"Uh bitch, wanna see the comments?"

He laughed again. "Oh my God. That was good. You got me there." You hugged him. "Oh my God."

"Love you!" you squeaked. "Well guys, I'd say that was successful."

"Yes that was very successful." Tom exclaimed from out of frame, getting his luggage and taking it to his bedroom. You turned the camera toward him. "I can't believe you guys wanted me to freak out like that."

You faced the camera toward you. "Well, I'm gonna go now. I hope you enjoyed watching this video. I know I had fun pranking my boyfriend. Yes! I can't believe it worked! I hope this was all you dreamed for it to be and-" you came close, whispering, "let me knew what you want me to do next because this was actually super fun. Okay, bye!" You turned it off, placing it on the coffee table and went to the kitchen, getting yourself  drink of water. Your tummy still had butterflies in it and year heart was calming, but you were still on that high from laughing so much that you didn't even notice Tom's strong arms wrap around your waist. He swayed you both side to side.

"That was hilarious, darling," his breath tickled your neck. "But maybe one day, I hope it won't be a joke." You felt him smile against your skin and this time it was his turn to laugh at your expense.