#im trying not to burst into tears at work

[jackednephi]

Hey, Vann, why do you feel like Job sometimes?

Glad you asked, buddy. Our finances have been a hot mess for at least 5 years now. First from the pandemic, then from baby expenses, and the latest issue has been my husband losing his job right after we relocated for it and then falling through a fucking roof! Damn near lost his leg! This is after my grandmother passed, my daughter was kidnapped, and then my father passed all within the span of 8 months

We've been relying on workmans comp to make ends meet but they've been undercutting his rate and it's been a mess trying to fight them for every penny. Thank god for the lawyer at least. Then they sent private investigators to make sure my husband wasn't faking his injury. Like congrats on stalking a man with a cane! And following him as he conducts private and personal affairs!

But now even the undercut comp seems to have stopped completely. This means they're expecting to arbitrate rather than get him in crane school or whatever. Cool because this nightmare is almost over EXCEPT

We have exactly $81 in the bank, the credit card is maxed out from trying to make ends meet, and I don't get paid until Wednesday and then on Friday because I'm still working two jobs to make ends meet. Hell, I'm on day 13 of 19 in a row so I haven't had a single day off in two weeks

So gee! I wonder!

[ef-1]

🍷<3

[vanweezer]

no pressure to rb im just fuckign crayceeeeee im doing this for a laff

[demadogs]

i just sobbed my eyes out to holiday by green day

[phagodyke]

they need to make a killing myself I can do every weekend but only on the weekends so I can get up fine on monday and go to work again

[quietwingsinthesky]

eagle vision isnt enough i need those assassins to grow wings

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

my mum supports me in getting accessibility aids when i break down about it but the moment i'm not upset or in tears then it's what if people don't want to talk to you because you're in a wheelchair and what if they think you're fragile and i want you to make friends but this might not help and-

[depresseddepot]

applying to more jobs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!haha :))))))))))))))))))

[apocalypticdemon]

y'know. it really sucks to feel yourself back-sliding, mentally, when you know you've been doing pretty alright for a while

[jessicatredes]

im unfortunately having a category five meltdown this evening

[artificialcats]

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[bugmin]

having a category five moment

[possum-tooth]

got my first apartment rejection letter 👍

[nauticalfools]

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[mandarinmoons]

this has been making the rounds so i have to ask... could you do a quick blurb of reader with spencer during this interaction and they had been bickering before in the car (im sniffing enemies to lovers). once that guy says that she just BURSTS out laughing and can't stop even after spencer tells her to stop, but at this point tears are coming down her face. spencer wants to be mad (bc hello! enemies) but honestly he's just so down bad, he loves that this makes her smile/laugh. (woah that was cheesy, gonna go take a lactaid). thank youuuuu 💕😘

https://www.tumblr.com/tomcriuse/756127032794136576

I love your mind for this x

“You’re like a pipe cleaner with eyes. I could snap you like a twig.”

Spencer felt his eardrum possibly bursting due to the laugh that roared from your mouth. His eyebrows knitted in confusion as you hunched down, practically hugging your knees to your chest as you tried to calm down your breathing.

“It’s not that funny,” Spencer wanted to sound coarse, but he had a hard time hiding the slight chuckle that came from his mouth. He wanted to be annoyed, but a not so small part of his heart swelled with joy whenever he saw you laugh and to know that he was the one bringing out those happy tears, he was an overjoyed man indeed.

The man that had been questioned shut his door in confusion and Spencer grabbed your arms lightly to try and help you stand up. A second later you brushed his hands off and Spencer sighed on the inside as you two went back to the way things were before you started questioning the local.

Clearing your throat, you strode off to the car leaving Spencer looking at you as you walked off. His feelings were mixed up, just 10 minutes ago you two had been bickering over if Spencer had taken the right turn down the road or if he’d managed to make you both get lost (again) and now here he was, admiring the confident strut in your walk and remembering the little hairs that frame your face that you always pushed behind your ear that he found oh so adorable.

“Are you coming or not?”

Spencer snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you call out for him. What was a beautiful smile adoring your face had now turned into a tight lipped, and dare he say, annoyed stare. How your emotions managed to change so quickly was beyond him, but he nodded and jogged his way to you to keep up.

What felt like an eternity of silence, Spencer’s ears perked up when he heard a light chuckle coming out of your mouth.

“The rest of the team is so going to hear about this.”

“Y/N, c’mon now, it’s not that funny.”

“Is it not, pipe cleaner?”

Spencer felt his blood boiling, but he instantly cooled down when he saw your smile return and more giggles come out of your mouth. Suddenly all the anger he had felt the entire day had disappeared and it was all thanks to the sound of your laughter and the sweet smell of your perfume, which the scent of seemed to have an even tighter hold on him with every inch he got closer to you.

Whether he liked it or not (but internally he loved it) your perfume had lightly gotten on his hands as he tried to help you up and as he laid in bed late at night, even with washing his hands as thoroughly as he always does, the scent still lingered on his skin and he fell asleep with you in his thoughts and (finally) in his dreams.

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[gracie-eilish]

baby bump💕

an: ok humor me. one more baby fic and then i’m all done and it’s out of my system i promise.

also i found those two pics of billie on pinterest and she’s making the same face in both. my heart can’t take it.

i love domestic billie. in the words of billie herself, “i’m gonna have a kid. this year.” no im not. im 22. not yet. ok that’s all i’m done talking abt it bye enjoy the fic.

The golden hues of the sunset streamed through the open French doors, bathing the kitchen and living room in warm light. The soft breeze carried the scent of the garden into the house, mingling with the aroma of garlic and herbs sizzling in a pan on the stove. It was a peaceful evening, one of those moments that felt effortlessly perfect.

You sat on the couch in the living room, your legs tucked beneath you, one hand resting protectively on your baby bump. A small smile played on your lips as you watched Billie in the kitchen, moving with an easy rhythm as she worked on dinner. She wore one of her oversized hoodies, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, her hair tied back in a loose bun. She was humming softly—an old love song that made your heart swell every time you heard it.

Meanwhile, your little girl toddled around the space, her tiny footsteps padding across the floor. She clutched a wooden spoon in one hand and a small, unpeeled onion in the other, convinced she was helping Billie prepare dinner.

“Good job, bug,” Billie said, crouching down to take the onion from her. “You’re gonna be the best little chef someday.”

Your daughter giggled, her laughter filling the room as Billie scooped her up, planting a noisy kiss on her cheek. Then, without warning, she squirmed out of Billie’s grasp and toddled over to you, her spoon clutched triumphantly.

“Mommy!” she called, clambering up onto the couch beside you.

“Hi, sweet pea,” you said, pulling her close and peppering her cheeks with kisses, making her squeal with delight. “What are you cooking over there?”

She held up the spoon as if it were a prized treasure. “Dinner!”

“Dinner, huh?” you teased, brushing her soft hair out of her face. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Billie glanced over her shoulder, grinning. “She’s definitely the head chef tonight. I’m just her assistant.”

You laughed, your heart so full you thought it might burst.

Your daughter wriggled off the couch and ran back to Billie, who was stirring something on the stove. She tugged on Billie’s hoodie until Billie crouched down to her level. “Mama,” she said, pointing toward you. “Baby!”

Billie froze for a moment, her eyes wide. Then, a soft smile spread across her face as she glanced over at you.

“Yeah, bug,” Billie said gently. She turned her full attention to your daughter, her voice soft and patient. “There’s a baby in Mommy’s tummy.”

Your daughter’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Baby?” she repeated, looking back at you.

You nodded, resting your hand on your belly. “That’s right, sweetie. There’s a little baby growing in here. You’re going to be a big sister.”

For a moment, she just stared, her tiny brows furrowed as if she were trying to comprehend what that meant. Then, to your surprise, she toddled over to you and gently placed her hand on your belly, mimicking your gesture.

“Baby,” she said again, her voice filled with wonder.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you reached out to stroke her hair. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re going to be the best big sister.”

Billie walked over, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, her expression full of awe and love. She crouched beside the two of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as her other hand joined yours on your belly.

“She’s already so good at this,” Billie murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“She is,” you agreed, leaning your head against her shoulder.

The three of you stayed like that for a moment, the breeze from the open doors carrying the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance. It was one of those moments that felt frozen in time, a snapshot of love and family that you knew you’d hold onto forever.

Eventually, Billie kissed the top of your head and stood up. “Alright, let’s finish up dinner, yeah?”

Your daughter clapped her hands, excited to continue her “helping,” and toddled back to the kitchen. You stayed on the couch, watching as Billie let your little girl stir the sauce with her small hands on top of Billie’s. They both giggled when a little bit splattered onto the counter.

Dinner was simple but perfect: pasta with fresh vegetables from the garden, crusty bread, and a salad Billie had tossed together. The three of you sat at the table, your daughter perched in her high chair, gleefully smearing tomato sauce across her face. Billie reached across the table to take your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she smiled at you.

After dinner, the three of you moved back to the living room. Billie spread out a blanket on the floor, and your daughter plopped herself down in the middle of it with her favorite stuffed animal. You and Billie sat beside her, your head resting on Billie’s shoulder as she traced lazy patterns on your belly.

As the evening wore on, your daughter started to grow sleepy, her little body leaning against Billie’s side. Billie scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she carried her upstairs to bed. You followed, standing in the doorway of her room as Billie tucked her in and whispered goodnight.

When the two of you finally returned to the living room, the house was quiet, save for the sound of the waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze through the open doors. Billie pulled you onto the couch, wrapping her arms around you and resting her hand on your belly again.

“I still can’t believe this is our life,” she murmured, her voice soft. “You, her, the baby… it’s everything I ever wanted.”

You turned to look at her, your heart so full it hurt. “It’s everything I ever wanted too.”

And as you sat there together, the warmth of her love surrounding you, you knew that no matter what the future held, you were exactly where you were meant to be.