#it gets cold here in canada ok

[hoodietypinggg]

Shiu kong x reader x Toji Fushiguro

A/N: pffffffff last time i tried writing was like in,,,,,,,, 2019-2020 please go easy on me. Shat this at ass o'clock when i felt particularly very much single, barely proof read HAHA iss v self-indulgent. Probably most likely ooc.

Enjoy

-Fluff-

Imagine feeling the bed dip and covers rustle around you through the haze of sleep, eyeballs rolling around but lids kept shut with the weight of dreams. A light kiss is deposited on you cheek. It's Shiu sliding in for the night after having finished whatever was on his tasks list of the day, bringing icy fingers and the familiar scent of cigs and woody cologne into the little cocoon you've made for yourself.

"Sorry darlin', didn't mean to wake you up", he huffs with an audible grin when you let out an airy whine. You jolt at the feeling of his cold hands grip onto you as he moves you gently.

The man maneuvers as quick as possible to set you on his chest, your ear next to his heart and limbs and body comfortably settled to be his personal weighted blanket; your usual sleep setup. The covers are pulled up and over your back once again and one big paw of a hand cups the back of your neck to keep you close. A sigh of relief is felt at the top of your head as Shiu nuzzles into your hair and muscles visibly relaxing under you. Warmth increases under the blanket with the addition of another body on the mattress; for some reason, Shiu runs hot like a furnace but has colder extremities than Jack Frost.

You glance with blurry vision at the alarm by the bedside table, the red digits telling you that it's one of the rare nights where at least one of your boys gets home before the clubs down the street close. A yawn is pulled from you at the slowing rise and fall of Shiu' breath. Legs gently tangle together and you nuzzle closer into the crook where his chin and neck meet.

"Fancy to see you 'round here so 'rly," your voice crows and slurs with sleep still threatening to pull you under.

"Well lucky you, been missing m' pretty baby too much to accept another round of mahjong with the boys," Shiu chuckles. His hand at this point has warmed to a comfortable degree from your combined heat and he slides it down to your back to give you gentle rubs, "now go back to sleep."

Not much was needed to lull you back down, with the rumble of his voice purring out his reply and comforting arm weighting down on you, you were already halfway to dreamland.

.

The second awakening of the night is far less tender, as the last of your trio literally lets himself dogpile onto your sleeping forms. A wall of muscles comes falling down on your back, covering you up so much that anyone would've thought that there was just Shiu and Toji on the bed.

You startle out of your flowers and stars filled dream as the yelp you released gets cut silent from the sudden rush of air out of your lungs. Instincts kick in and you attempt to curl into yourself like an armadillo, only to drive your knee up into Shiu's unfortunate family jewels from your entangled position. The man's painful choke and tightening grip around your waist is enough to inform you of his misery. Contrasting those motions are the rhythmic contraction and release of Toji's abdomen from his silent laughter. His delight is also felt in the light shaking of the entire bed as he affectionately rubs and nuzzles his face against the back of your shoulder and nape.

"You're getting too lax shiu. Sleeping like the dead, wouldn't be able to protect our sweetheart from sneaky rats" Toji snickers, arms slowly tightening the hug he has you trapped in. You faintly feel him grin, imagining the slight stretch of his scar from his pleased expression.

The handler wheezes and lets out a cough at the comment.

"Fu-*cough*-fuck you, holy shit. Would've shot you if I didn't know better, you dick," true to his words, the heartbeat next to your ear is drumming away and shiu has his finger wrapped around the trigger above his head. "Besides, who else could get me passed out like this if not darlin'?"

Toji hums as if in agreement, though not stopping the affection he's been showering you, now adding kisses and nibbles wherever he can reach. They make you lightly giggle from the ticklish feeling. Your airy sounds of happiness fills the otherwise quiet room and the two men simply relish in it. Content of this little piece of heaven bestowed to them in the pits of Hell they call Earth.

"Nobody does it better than sweetheart."

Once finally satiated, Toji quickly removes his t-shirt and changes out of his day pants before slipping his way under the covers too. He pulls you from draping on Shiu to only half lying on your side and slides a hand up your sleep shirt to rest on your stomach. the press of his front to your back cements your spot between the two men and Toji takes the opportunity to litter more kisses on the back of your neck.

"Soft as a bunny and cute as a button, we're keeping you here fer sure," Shiu grunts as he rolls in a bit closer, delivering a peck of his own on your forehead. Toji expresses his agreement with a mean nip to the junction of your shoulder and neck as if marking their property.

"Fuck it, we're sleeping in," you barely hear your partner behind you mumbles, eyes already shut tight.

It's okay, tomorrow's a day off anyways.

[guinevereslancelot]

Hey I have no idea where you’re from so feel free to tell me to fuck off but snowdrops grow like weeds where im from (potentially not the exact variety you may want but) have you considered ordering them from Central Europe? I swear we have the bastards everywhere, they CANT be expensive here! 😅 shipping should be alright for a small/light item to (the US?) wherever you are 😊

hi! thanks, i will look into it!! im looking for the fall blooming kind, which seem to be pretty rare but maybe i will get lucky 🙏

[dehydrated-turtle]

Protective

//warnings// 16+, mdni

//contents// Logan Howlett x transmasc!reader, vaginal sex

//synopsis// Some idiot in a bar bathroom dared to call you a slur, Logan sure as hell did not like that at all. he decides to make you feel loved as soon as you got home. - wc: 2.4k

//on ao3//

“‘EY, WHAT’S A GIRL DOIN IN HERE?!” Ah the wonders of being trans and in a public washroom, “GET OUT OF HERE, TRANNY.” oh, them’s fighting words. 

“Got a problem, bub? Wanna take it outside?” Just in time, Logan burst through the bathroom door. He’s been your overprotective boyfriend for some time now, beating up or threatening anyone who dares to cross your path. The burly man stood menacingly, staring at the bigot in the dingy bathroom of a small but rowdy bar in the middle of Nowhere, Canada. The glint in Logan’s eye told you that the claws were about to come out if this man so much as breathed in your direction, unluckily for him, he did so much more than that. 

“Yeah, I do gotta problem with bitches in the mens bathroom.” 

“So many levels of wrong.” he growled, before the silver blades crawled out from between his knuckles, perilously slow. “You wanna fuck around a little more ‘cause you’re sure as hell gonna find out.” 

The man finally got the hint and hurried hastily out of the bathroom in a panic, but not before Logan could scare him with a sudden move toward him which sent him running, earning a laugh from Logan. 

“You ok, honey?” He said real low, turning his expression on a dime from hard and threatening to soft, welcoming, and warm, his eyes looking into yours, etched with worry and searching for any kind of hurt.  

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Thank you though. That could’ve gotten nasty.” 

“Alright, let's get out of here, go back home.” 

The drive home was calm, Logan’s hand on your thigh as he drove, occasionally taking it off to shift gears but quickly finding its place again. The cold air brushed along your face and made your hair dance on your forehead as it came through his window and the cigar smoke found its way outside. The darkness and emptiness of the twisting highway was soothing in comparison to the busy bar you were in mere minutes ago. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath while squeezing Logan’s hand three times, telling him wordlessly that you loved him. He looked over at you briefly with his warm gaze and a smile and mouthed, ‘I love you too’ before looking right back at the road ahead and putting the cigar back between his teeth. 

His truck pulled into the driveway of your home, headlights hitting the trees surrounding it, illuminating it all briefly before he pulled over to park and turned the engine off. The keys clinked as he pulled them out of the ignition and into his jeans pocket all while opening the door and getting out, same as you. He waited by the tail of the truck for you to come around and put his arm around your waist, placing a large hand on the small of your back, leading you to the door as a couple of crickets chirped among the tall grass. You rested your head on his shoulder as you walked through the front door of your cabin in the woods, away from anyone and anything, just the way that the both of you liked it. The familiar feeling of coming home filled your heart and the smell of familiarity made it swell as you kicked off your shoes by the front door beside Logan’s boots and followed him to your bedroom. 

By the time you had shut the door behind you, Logan had already taken his jacket and shirt off and was in the process of removing his belt. He looked up to smile at you and with love filled eyes as the buckle came loose. His jeans fell to the ground with a soft clang of the metal on the hardwood floors, he walked in his boxers to the bed and watched you intently take your clothes off as well. As soon as your pants came off you heard a low growl coming from Logan’s general direction, your cheeks started to grow red as a smile creeped across your face before crawling into bed beside the beast of a man. You curled into his bare chest and took in his scent as your eyes closed. You felt a kiss on the top of your head and Logan’s hand tangled itself in your hair, playing with it gently which almost lulled you right to sleep. 

“Mm, honey… I want to make you feel real good. After what happened today.” 

“Oh? And what would that entail?” 

He gave no response other than pulling you into a heated kiss by your jaw, his strong hand holding you close to him although he’s always so gentle with you, making sure you feel safe and loved because he really does love you. His hand lets go of your jaw and snakes its way down to your ass, trailing a long line along your body that sends a shiver up your spine as he goes. His large hands took the flesh and pulled it toward him so your hips met and you felt the large growth in his boxers making you moan lightly into the kiss. Your hips involuntarily started to rock against his which earned a moan from him.  

He breaks the kiss, gradually moving from your mouth down to your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbone before he looks up at you with a cheeky smile because he’s now on top of you, straddling your legs and leaving dusky purple bruises all over your chest. Your hands deep in Logan’s hair as he continues to feast upon your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue against it making your breath hitch as your grip tightens briefly on his hair. He pulled the skin with his teeth while making eye contact with you like the menace he is, the sight made you moan. He let go and went back to devouring your body, moving down to your abdomen, and stopping at your waistband. 

“Is this ok?” He asked, hooking his finders underneath the elastic. 

“Yes, please.” you whispered. 

He pulled down and in one swift movement, your boxers landed on the floor with the rest of your clothes. His palms flattened out on your hip bones, massaging as he let out a low growl and a small ‘Fuck.’ as he scanned over your body with intent and lust. With your legs slightly spread, making room for Logan who was sitting between your thighs, he could see your glistening hole, waiting to be touched by him, waiting to be loved. 

He moved your legs apart even further as he laid down on his stomach, face in front of your cunt, so close you could feel his hot breath on the wetness of your folds. His hands wander along the inside of your thighs, gently tracing along the skin. He leaned forward and kissed the fold where your thigh ended, teasing you maniacally. After a few moments he was eager to taste you, so he licked a strip up your folds, savouring the salty tinge on his tongue. He continued to lick your hole, flicking and teasing your entrance before sliding his tongue inside, pulling a loud moan from your throat. One of the many reasons you both love having no neighbours, no one to hear you scream (in a sexy way of course). You grabbed onto his hair as he tongue fucked you, pushing him down further with your palm while also pulling at his roots with your fingers. The crown of your skull hit the headboard with a gentle thud as you closed your eyes in ecstasy and a breathy moan slipped from your throat. His lips met your clit while his tongue was still deep inside you, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. The wet, slick sounds of him devouring you filled your ears along with the quiet groans coming from Logan of which you only knew about from the vibrations on your cunt. You could feel a familiar heat rise in your abdomen as Logan’s tongue slid along your sweet spot. 

“Fuck, Logan…” you moaned, breathlessly. All he did was groan and tighten his grip around your thighs, holding them open for better access. “I’m gonna cu-um… fuck.” 

He gained speed now, pistoning his tongue against the walls of your heat after hearing your plea. His motions became sloppy and hasty as he devoured you, guiding you to your climax. Your head was thrown against the headboard and your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself tip over the edge, cumming onto Logan’s face. You were shaking slightly as he continued to lick and prod at your clit as you came down from your high, a moaning mess and still pulling at his hair. 

His eyes met yours as you came to, lifting your head up again. Logan’s hands wandered on the skin of your thighs up to your waist as he got up. The sight of him made you clench, shiny slick glistening in his beard and his lips plump from the vigorous actions. He moved to kiss you so you could taste what you had done to him. 

“Mm, my good boy…” he whispered in your ear as he kissed along your jawline and you wiped away some of the slick that was in his beard, just so it didn’t dry in there. He then grabbed your waist and flipped you over so you were on top of him in one quick movement. It was easy for him considering how strong he is but now you were straddling him and giggling up a storm into his chest. His heavy arms holding you close to him, palms flat along your back. 

You wet cunt had felt something twitch beneath it, knowing what it was, you moaned into Logan’s chest and started to grind on his clothed dick. His hands reached down to your ass and guided you along while you both created a wet spot on his white boxers, probably ruined forever now but no one really cared. His hands kneaded the flesh of your ass as his hips bucked into yours, begging for some more friction. One of his hands removed itself from your cheek which made you whine at the sudden cold but it found itself on your jaw, bringing your face to his and pulling you in for a heated and sloppy kiss. His hands reached down and pulled off his boxers in haste while never breaking the kiss. His cock flung itself free, hitting your wetness gently but making you clench nonetheless as it made a wet slap. Your hips started to slide along his length involuntarily, with your clit being enlarged and extremely sensitive from your previous orgasm, it tingled as it felt the veins on Logan’s dick. He moaned in your ear, obviously being affected by your motions but both of you needed something more than the light friction. 

“I wanna feel you from the inside, boy.” Logan growled against the skin on your neck while leaving littered hickeys, his arms holding you close still, chest to chest. You really couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted more, needed more. A free arm of yours reached down to line up his angry red tip with your dripping hole. Your ass descended to meet with Logan’s thighs as his girth filled you up perfectly, feeling the raging veins brush along your walls as you bottomed him out. You whined as you hit the bottom, feeling his tip just about hit your cervix and stretch you out ever so slightly. You propped yourself up with your hands on his chest, pressing down as you ascended again before snapping back with a smack of skin. The impact sent a ripple through your ass as well as Logan’s thighs which forced a moan out of him. You continued to go slow, slapping your ass intently on his skin, teasing him and leaving wet, open kisses along his collarbone, already cock drunk. 

Logan’s hands found the plump and soft skin of your ass again, kneading and pushing you down further onto his cock. As you bounced on top of him, something changed, and he only gets like this on rare occasions. Like a lost puppy. His brow scrunched up and his eyes went soft as the high and breathy moans came flowing out. He only gets like this when he’s close though. 

“Gonna cum already? We just started.” You said in a soothing whisper, directly in his ear. You started to pick up speed, riding him, pounding your ass against him to see if you really could make the beast cum early. “C’mon Logan, cum for me. Cum inside me… please.” the twitch of his cock inside of you told you he was so close to doing just that. His moans became even more pornographic and desperate as his grip on your skin tightened and his hips bucked up into yours. You hadn’t even realized that you were close yourself, being so focused on Logan and his all enrapturing whimpering. Your clit pounded into his pelvic bone as you clenched around him, sweat rolling down your back and tears welling in your eyes as you reached your climax. You could feel another twitch as he whined under you, spilling his seed into you in long white rivers that filled you up so sweetly. 

You fall onto his chest with a heaving sigh, your sweat glues you both together as you breath heavily on top of him. His hands wander along your back, gently tracing little designs on your skin with the tips of his fingers in an effort to calm you down. He himself is also panting like a dog but calm and so content to be in that moment with you. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, taking in his scent, now salty from the sweat but Logan nonetheless. It calmed you right down, knowing that he was there with you, grumbling sweet nothings and praise into your ear. 

“I love you, bub.” he planted a simple kiss on your forehead and sighed with gratification and pleasure. 

“Ditto.” 

[keelt9]

Chapter 5

Masterlist

Montreal definitely wins the trophy of the most rainy race until now. When we arrived in Canada, the sky was gray but nothing else. Now, with the beginning of media day, a pretty background with lightning appears earlier in the morning.

As Lewis kept working in his media duties, I was on the rooftop from the hospitality working in layouts Thomas sending me, one of my house and the other for the shelter.

The lighting makes someone curse as it goes up stairs, I giggle when Rosa appears grabbing her chest scanning the room.

“It’s just a lighting Rosa.” She scoffs and sits at the other side of the table.

“You've been working all this time?” I nod and raise an empty bag of snacks, following for a new one I just opened. 

“And eating.” I saved the file to avoid a disaster before closing it and left it aside so I can talk to her without distractions.

Rosa takes the open bag and scrunches her nose. “Dried seaweed?”

I giggle. “I lost a bet with my brother, so he will be choosing my snacks for a whole week.” 

Talking about the king of Rome, Lewis appears in the stairs already changed and pretty excited for the end of a media day.

“You punish her with snacks?” Rosa complained right away, Lewis rolled his eyes, sitting next to me. “She loves her snacks.”

Lewis looked at me as I stuck my tongue out. “She lost! Besides these are healthy ones.” 

I laugh at the same time two lightning flashes appear in the sky. 

“How can you work here? It’s windy, there's lightning and it’s starting to get cold.” Rosa looks at me, relaxing her lethal eyes; at least I have a hoodie to cover me from the wind.

Lewis shakes her hand. “Thank you. Is the same thing I told her.” He scans the rooftop; all the boys and girls of the cafeteria were already in the lounge. “Let’s go, you’re an amused person.”

“There is no one here.” I raise my hands as he takes my laptop. 

Rosa ate seaweed and scrunched her nose standing, like her it took me a while to get used to the flavor.

“From far.” Next to us is the Red Bull hospitality, the upper floor is crowded with cameras and cellphones getting ready for record.

I stand and follow them with my bags in my hands. The salty flavor? Yes, I could get used to it.

The day of P1 came with a slight rain from time to time. I like the rainy days however I hate Lewis having to drive with this kind of weather. 

“Take care ok?” I ask Lewis at the back of the garage. “I’ll be right here.”

Lewis smiles, grabbing my cheek. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry too much.”

Once the member of his team appears in the room, they are ready to go. Lewis smiles at me before walking away. 

All the practice, I was pressing my hands together and cracking my finger trying to stay calm even when all is in total calm; it was until Lewis's car stopped and he got out of the car I could relax a little bit.

We don’t need any words, he just passes next to me and grabs my arm walking away with his team, he’s safe. 

I heard indications that all the cars must be in the garage in 20 minutes, so I reached Bono who’s about to walk inside the room for the feedback with an innocent question in mind.

“Hey Bono, is there a problem if I go and walk along the track for a while?” I don’t see Toto coming too. 

“Little H, give them 30 minutes and you can go.” Toto smiles entering the room.

Bono raises his shoulders. “You hear the boss.”

By the time I see the cars passing in front of the garage and George’s and Lewis’ getting inside too, I see my clock and 40 minutes have already passed.

“Take an umbrella.” Rosa said to me when she saw me walking out of the garage. 

The sky is still cloudy, a few drops won’t hurt me.

“It’s ok, I’ll just be out for a couple of minutes.” I put on a huge black jacket. “This is enough.”

Rosa shakes her head as she keeps talking with her team.

It’s nice to get some fresh air; combined with the few drops over my head that made me feel relaxed, the loud noises from the tools, people and other equipment became distant after a while.

It was the sound of footsteps and faster breathing that made me turn around seeing Max trying to keep his suit race on at the level of his waist.

“Do you have something to do with the rain?” I stop, waiting for him. “In this week, every time there is a high chance of a storm you are sitting or walking around open space.”

Unintentionally the corner of my lips rises as I put my hands on my pockets. For the first time there is not this discomfort sensations with him.

“I believe you don’t have trouble getting wet, a little bit. Do you mind if I join to you?” I see Max with her big jacket too. “A quick walk along the track.”

I breathe in slowly and keep walking, he remains in his spot, so I turn around but don’t stop walking. 

“You coming right?” Max smiles make me smile.

For 40 minutes Max told me about old races on rainy days with stories about mistakes that almost turned into a disaster and funny moments he could remember, the way he speaks and the fact his hands seem to do it too actually made me laugh a couple of times.

Even from time to time I challenge myself by asking him a few questions about him and his first years of racing.

“Aren't you curious? What will be living a day with so many things happening around you.” Max chuckles. 

“I mean, I don’t mind being anonymous from time to time.” We’re walking back to the garage, our clothes weren't damped. The rain stops after a while leaving us with windy weather. “Still, I curious about something.”

He stops talking, making me curious, looking at him. “About?”

“Trying to figure out what you are thinking when you look at me in that way.”

I laugh lightly, it’s not a big change I have towards him, still he notices it. “I guess you're winning the benefit of the doubt.” After all, every conversation we had before I cut it out rudely, this is clearly different.

“I’m taking a pole position?” I genuinely smile at him before turning my face away.

“You have your moments.” The posture of Max relaxes, his shoulders go down even his steps seem light.

He keeps talking about a lot of things and I carefully listen to him until the paddock is a few meters away from us, time to split. 

“I can get used to being surprised by you.” Max said, as we reached the main gates. We visibly relax even if our jackets are clearly  wet.

He looks at the garages and smiles in a wily way. “The Red Bull garage has a nice spot to see the race. Maybe next time you don’t mind seeing different colors in a car.”

“I have a busy diary.” I take my hands from my pockets. “Besides, I'm in the Mercedes team right now.”

Before I could say something else I see Lewis coming out of the garage zone talking with Rosa going to the hospitality.

“I have to go, thanks for walking with me, Max.” I didn’t even reach to give 3 steps when multiple questions attacked my mind.

Bloody hell.

“Max.” I walk back where he remains standing. “I can make you a space… maybe.” 

My phone buzzes the photo Roscoe appears on the screen, it’s Lewis. 

Max didn’t say another word, making me feel shy, so I turned around to keep walking.

“I’ll take it as a <yes>!” Max shouts out as a wide smile appears on his face.

The following days were great for Lewis, he started the race from the second row, making him reach the third position. For my peace I watched the race from the paddock even when the rain stopped hours earlier; there some part of the track still wet, from T.V was hard to see.

Lewis reached me in the hospitality room covered in champagne and a big smile on his face. 

“Congrats!” I stop before hugging him. “Save the hug for later.” 

We high five as he goes to change for the last interviews he had for the day, and we can fly right away to home. We don’t want to miss any birthday of the family if we can be there, even if Lewis could be there just for one day.

I spent that week in London making a quick trip to Newport to see the progress of the house.

“Are you taking Roscoe with you?” Thomas asked as we stood seeing the people working, Roscoe next us. 

“Of course, it’s Austria. Besides, after that I'll be in Monaco for a couple of days sending my things back to London.” I get down, kissing Roscoe's face. “He gives great advice for packing.”

Thomas laughs. “Have you already mentioned something to Lewis?” 

I sigh. “I will, in Monaco.” 

After long days of thinking and talking with friends and family I decided it’s time to stop my travels around the world; with the places set for the shelter and my house along the crucial moment of finishing the project, I need a place to stay calm and be close in case something comes up. That’s why the last GP I will be with my brother, be the one previous to summer break.

“Are you sure? I mean I can keep you informed about every single thing if you need.” Thomas already suggested to me at least I should close this season with Lewis.

“Do you know how tiring it is to travel every week?” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “This is temporary, I don’t want you to screw my house.” 

Thomas scoffed and put his arm around my shoulder looking around. He, like Mika, stands next to me in the worst times, making me aware every day, if I feel the strength left in my body, I always can lead on them.

“This is a nice place to start, after all.” Roscoe barks, calling for us to pay attention. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll make this a fortress but at the same time I built a nice garden for you.” 

It’s the bulls house, so a lot of his colors were in the fences and every visible place. We arrived in Austria one day before the race, but Lewis suggested that Roscoe and I stay in the hotel, by the time we arrive they would probably be finishing the qualy. 

So that’s what we do, Roscoe and I relax in the hotel near to the pool when Lewis reach us. Roscoe immediately notices him running, pretty excited for the way his little tail moves.

“Hi there.” Lewis hugs me sitting next to me. “How was the flight?” He asked if we didn’t take his jet with us.

“Calm, private.” He laughs. “A tricky day tomorrow, right?” 

Lewis bluffs and assents. “Not the best spot, but we will work on that tomorrow. Anyway, are you hungry?“

Roscoe barks. “We do.” Lewis chuckles while standing so we can go to eat something.

We came back at night tired and stuffed, as I told him the idea of Thomas about the refuge like me, he’s pleased.

“Oh, I have the tickets for the race.” Lewis invited them to the GP of Silverston, the next race in two weeks. “I’ll give it to you at home, ok?”

As we’re waiting for the lift, Roscoe barks when the door opens, Leo in Alex's arms. 

“Young boy, hi.” I greet Leo when they come out. “Charles, Alex, goodnight too.” 

The couple giggles and lets Leo on the ground for the dogs to say hi. 

“Y/N, Max was looking for you.” I choke with my own saliva winning the eyes of three people and two dogs. 

“Are you all right?” Alex asks but I just nod. Thankfully the people who were waiting came out in the other lift, avoiding the talk.

Inside of the lift, I feel Lewis' eyes on me. “You’re taking Roscoe for the night? I ask, trying to switch the topic keeps floating in the air.

“Yeah, I’ll take him to the track.” He simply answered and didn’t say anything else. When the lift reached my floor I thought I would avoid an uncomfortable talk.

“See you tomorrow.��� I kiss both of them but Lewis holds the door for a second.

“You know you can talk with me about everything, right?” I almost avoid it. 

“I know.” I reassure him with a smile waving my hand as the door closes. 

In my room, I hide my face on the bed, feeling embarrassed, but the constant buzz of my phone makes me answer the video call.

“Jesus! You scare me!” Mike fakes surprise for my messy hair. “Are you blushing?”

Oh my word, I shake my head, and breath in trying to calm. 

“Is that all?” Mika giggles and raises her hand. 

“Hey, it’s quick, the green one or the blue one?” She raises two dresses in front of her.

“Is it for your date with Thomas?” I wink at her, now who’s blushing. 

Thomas and Mika had a couple of dates, claiming it’s just a friend's meal, but I’ve seen the way they look at each other, and that’s a lame excuse.

“Y/N, focus.” I laugh but I choose the green one. “I have time, you can talk all the time you want.”

Mika, every time she’s nervous, she talks without anything could stop her. 

In the middle of our talk about a funny consultation she had that morning, a soft knock on my door distracted me.

“It’s ok, I almost finish.” She is straighten her hair. 

I shake my head, I wasn't waiting for anyone. “No, it’s ok, Lewis knocked three times before entering.”

After a few seconds, I hear the knock one more time, maybe it’s important after all.

“Sorry Mika.” She smiles and stands in front of the camera giving me a full look of her. “He’s done.” 

Mika winks before saying goodbye to hanging out. 

I walk to the door, as I was talking with Mika I change my clothes for my pjs, I open without even asking, the tiredness taking my body, and close it right away.

Max is at the other side of the door in black shirt with black bags. 

After a long breath, I opened it one more time. “Sorry, you took me by surprise.” 

Max nod and clear his throat. “Sorry, it’s late I know but …” His cheeks are softly turning pink. “Here.”

It's a VIP pass, I choke my head. “Thanks? I mean, I already have one.” I take it from his hands turning around. I see it, it’s from RB garage.

I bite the inside of my cheeks, feeling awkward. “You know I don’t mean a right away invitation, right?”

In Max's face you can see the confirmation of his worst scenario.

“Of course, I imagine that so I came prepared. This is for any GP, when you feel ready to come.” He has that cute smile one more time.

I nod and keep it. “Good night Max.” 

“But.” He closed his eyes. “I'll make my open invitation valid.”

This boy confuses me so easily.

“Checo mentioned you visited Lewis constantly, right?” I nodded slowly. “Would you have a walk with me next time?”

His eyes were closed one more time so he didn't see me smiling at him.

“It's not for being rude but when I'm in Lewis' home it is practically for me to be working on endless paperwork or packing some things I have there…So, I don't have so much time for walking around.” Isn't a lie but I hope Max doesn't feel I turned him down in a rude way, again.

“Perfect! I could help you with that.” He surprised me that I couldn't answer right away. “If you don't mind, of course.”

“Mhm, no, I…I…I don't want you to feel bored or anything like that, so it's ok, we can leave it open.” My mind is struggling to find another excuse.

“It's ok, I don't mind, we talk more comfortably.” He answered calmly, extending his hand for a shake.“Deal?”

I tightened my fist, he raised his eyebrows in a funny way.

I take his hand. “Deal.”

Lewis is right, the race for him simply doesn't go as he expects leaving him in the 8th position. 

After his interviews he always finds a moment of calm along Roscoe; who as typical of him steals glances and hearts from everyone.

When finally we can go home, I see in the RB hospitality a lot of people with happy and exciting expressions, and the multiple race winner in the middle of it.

“Ready?” Lewis asked, coming out ready to go.

“Yeah, let's go.” I take a last look at a victorious Max.

By the second day in Monaco Lewis forgot he had tickets for the Roland Garro in France, he invited me too but there are things to send to London in a few days.

“Are you going to be fine?” Lewis asked, giving Roscoe a piece of celery.

“Sure. We wait here for you to take us home.” Lewis giggles. “Have fun, we have a lot of packing and arrangements, don't worry.”

It's been half of a week in Monaco and Max doesn't give any signs of life, so he probably gets it that being stuck inside of the apartment when he can enjoy the no race week, is a waste of time.

“Hey, it's okay if I invite a friend to help me with…?” Although I couldn't avoid asking 

“It's your house too.” He stands to cut more fruit for us. “I'll be back Wednesday night.”

“Is anything granted, just in case.” Roscoe sees me and growls a little bit. “What?” I whisper to him.

Roscoe walks to his bed taking with him the fluffy lion. “And you’re judging me?” 

“I promise, when you come to my new house, I'll make more than pancakes.” Roscoe licked his nose before we came out of the building.

I turned to my left slightly, then I saw Max in casual jeans walking inside the building.

“This isn't…Come here, baby.” Roscoe follows me as we follow Max reaching him outside of the lift. “Max?” 

He turns around surprised to find us. 

“Hi, I was about to go up.” He petted Roscoe's head. “I guess you're already finished, right?”

“For the…” He nods. “No, I mean, yes, I…I could say that.” I cover my eyes trying to put my ideas in order.

“I mean, yes, I already finished, my brother helped a lot.” Max put his hands in his pockets. 

“Sorry, I have a busy week and well, it would be weird if I call Lewis for he let you know that.” He laughs.

“It's ok, I just have to close a few boxes and put in order a couple of files, I appreciate you coming.” He smirks, I narrow my eyes.

“I will help you with that.” I shake my head. “A good talk will be helpful after all these days.”

That's how we end up in Lewis apartment putting tapes over the boxes and putting papers in order. 

Max was entertaining with something until I realized he was reading the papers of the refuge.

“This is yours?” I nod but I don't take it so much importance. “You have a refuge?”

I walked to see what caught his attention, the sketch of the logo. “Not yet.”

Max sits on the floor reading carefully as he keeps asking me questions about the refuge and all related too; without realizing I ended up telling him about my journey with this project sitting in front of him, on the floor of Lewis living room.

“This seems pretty good, of course I'm not an expert but hey.” He lifted the paper with the final sketch. “This is awesome.”

I feel flatter even with an unusual warmth on my cheek.

“I’m afraid.” I let it out without a filter. “I know I can deal with something like this is just…” I see Roscoe sleeping peacefully. “I don't want to let down anyone, especially Lewis, not after…”

The imagene of Lewis holding me tight on those dark days helps to realize Max's eyes shift, it’s like looking at a calm sea.. 

“I just don’t want to mess up anything.” Max stretched his back giving me the papers. 

“Listen, if you ever need a hand, give me a call.” He stands and picks up his phone, I didn’t even realize someone is calling him. “Just a second.”

He walks to the other side of the room giving me time to calm down a little bit, when he comes back, apologizes but he has to go. I walk with him until the door to say goodbye, just when he walks away…I notice something different.

“Hey Max!” He turns around, raising his eyebrows. “Thanks…for everything, the talk, the packing, the vitamins.” 

Max smiles and takes a deep breath, speaking in a teaser tone. “Well, I scored some points for a small visit to the garage.” 

My answer is a small smile which makes him press his lips together while containing a smile. 

When he goes into the lift I walk back to the living room, shaking my head and putting the last papers in their respective box, but at the corner of one of the sketches Max was seeing there was a small note, along with his number.

>+1  ;)

[daddymilker691]

Well my revered readers of Londons most bohemian and relentlessly sought after newspaper The Daily Milker we are back of course a recent bout of Covid has I’m afraid put rather a damper on things and not wanting to pass it on to my wonderful Co Editor Dawn Green we closed our Holborn studios for the week still feeling the after effects somewhat it really has a way of kicking the old proverbial bottom as our American so eloquently put it anyway so we opened up our studios yesterday darlings to our wonderful page five stars there are now so many it’s almost impossible to put them all in one edition but I shall strive to appease both our hungry readers appetites for these wonderful stars⭐️ and their own desires to be a page five ⭐️ , it’s been a dim and rainy day here in Holborn and actually in London as a whole indeed Dawns had to put the heating on I did suggest Dawn put on a fur coat but from the back room came the reply I don’t get paid enough well enough of the sauntering monologue I hear you say get on with it ok so here goes first off as always the wonderful Dawn Green our Co Editor wearing that in winter it’s no wonder you get cold Dawn next we were visited by the very lovely Petra no stranger to the Daily Milker but it’s been a while and as always in fine form and looking fabulous after the delightful photo shoot Petra caught the bus back to Wandsworth with a big smile and a page five ⭐️ badge , next was the one and only Jodie Hot Sauce who has sent me many get well soon messages what a lovely thing to do thanks Jodie your a staple star ⭐️ of the Daily Milker and we here all love you next after I’d had a coffee and a bit of a rest Dawn sipped on a cocktail only to inform me that Happy Little Lucy had just arrived at Heathrow and was in a Taxi on way to our studio all the way from Canada probably one of the only places colder than London what a Canadiandoll a vision in Polka Dots we made Lucy feel very welcome and took great delight in warming her up , we are hoping Lucy becomes a regular here , next the lovely leggy and fun Cindy Lace arrived you could have knocked me down with a feather when I heard Cindy say trick or treat I said get in for heavens sake before you catch a cold Dawn set up a Haloween themed background and Cindy showed me a trick and I got quite a treat ( ouch Dawn ) , next was the lovely Sandra Clapham who was somewhat late and then I noticed Dawn wasn’t about I thought to myself I know what’s happened and sure enough found them in the Queens legs discussing the different deniers of stockings Sandra showing Dawn a new suspenders belt I joined them both for a quick pint before we departed back to the studio as a brand new page five star only Monica , only I thought under my breath I congratulated Monica on the forethought of bringing an umbrella as it was pouring but did somewhat doubt of how much rain it would keep off, next was the lovely sweet Sue all the way from Manchester rather tired but given time to relax of course in our very special green room looking amazing and left with a smile lastly it was lovely to have Madison back . Before I finish the post I’d like to thank all you page five stars and the wonderful Dawn Green and if you haven’t made it on this issue please don’t think you won’t on the next we would have done a double if was feeling more up to it love and peace and thanks to all who follow the Milker ( never be nasty when you can be nice ) xxx

[cactusisconfused]

Silly concept for Tims and Gecko.

Gecko and his Squad get stationed in Canada for a mission that Tims happens to be on as well. Tims, through his amazing prospectiveness people watching, notices that some of the Americans aren’t appropriately dressed for the weather and not handling it great. Especially Gecko, that man is from Florida, the only ice he’s seen are cubed.

At some point Tims runs off base for a afternoon, he returns that evening and walks right up to Gecko and just hands him this

Of Course Tims also got one

I like to think this is how that became friends.

(I was gonna make I mini comic of Tims giving the hat to Gecko but I don’t know Gecko’s personality and I didn’t want to assume, as you can see Tims is very bubbly)

I’m literally going to scream I LOVE HOW YOU DREW GIM OHHHBSH MY GOOODIDK

Ok ok- anyway. I love this idea and you are so right about gecko having no clue what cold is (definitely not coming from experience 😅) and while bro likes the cold, he does not know how to dress for it.

I’ve also been trying to cook up a fic for him, but it’s a slow go. What I will say for him personality wise he’s got the smarts and is kind but is still quieter and reserved. He’s a good middle ground between introvert and extrovert.

That is when he joins the army but by the time some, uh, lore happens (no spoilers as I shall write that in my fic) and he joins the 141 let’s say bro may have lost some of his screws and may very much need a therapist but that’s neither here nor there.

I have a character, Leslie, who is tags along with gecko that I have a feeling you will like. He is very much a golden retriever and we love him for that.

(Also I forgot to state this but the hat also having a face mask works well since gecko usually covers his face with a half mask)

Anyway, it’s twelve in the morning I’m gonna go pass out. Love your art :)

[theshimadaslovers]

INSPIRED BY ART- IBA

Bandit Crush

(CASSIDY BLACKWATCH X FEMALE!READER)

I just look at this art and is so cute, I wanna give it a try!

*Blackwatch base, they were having a reunion about last mission...failed mission*

Gabe- I told everybody to back off! Why the fuck you stay there, Genji?!

Genji- Hm...*cross his arms looking away*

Gabe- ANSWER ME, BOY!

Moira- *open the door* I got bad e good news.

Cassidy- Ooh hey snake poison, we missed you *chuckle*

Gabe- Where the hell were you, Moira?

Moira- Jack Morrison find me on the laboratory and he wanted me to give news for you, commander.

Gabe- *sighs* What is the good new?

Moira- We're having a little help for the next missions.

Gabe- And the bad one?

Moira- Is a She.

Gabe- *looking around* And why this is bad?

Moira- Bad for me having to handle with young girls trying to look strong and feminist *roll eyes and step out the room*

Gabe- Moira we didn't...! WE DIDN'T FINISH THE REUNION!

Cass- Jesus...! Commander, can you scream lower? *lighting the cigar*

Gabe- No smoking inside...

Cass- ...fine...*sighs putting back on the pocket* So! Is a "she"? Interesting have a new woman figure here...I hope she is more...normal.

Genji- I hope she is at least hot...

Cass- Hey hey! *laughs* Don't be so thirsty, Genji.

Genji- A pretty woman would definitely make me feel better....

Cass- Oh yeah, I forgot that you were a playboy guy. Anyway! *gets up*

Gabe- Sit down, I'm not finished.

Cass- Alright...*sit down*

Gabe- Next mission...I- *someone open the door* GOD DAMMIT! What is it now?! *look at the door and feels embarrassed* Oh...

You- Should I have knocked, commander?

Gabe- *look up and down* Yes but I'm sorry yelled at you, miss. You may be the one.

Cass- Howdy, lady...*gets up taking off the hat holding against his chest*

You- Cole Cassidy...*wink and smile*

Cass- Oh...*laughs embarrassed* She knows my name! *whispers to Gabriel*

Genji- *take a look and sighs* Ok, she's hot. I'll take it.

You- Excuse me?

Cass- Hahaha! I'm sorry, miss! *put his hat on Genji's face* He is just a kid, you know!

Gabe- Well, so...can you introduce yourself, please?

You- Y/N strike commander of the Unit Forces in Canada.

Gabe- And you're Canadian?

You- Does it make a difference?

Cass- Uuh she's a tough...*talking to himself*

Gabe- How do you know Jack Morrison? He never mentioned you before?

You- Are you jealous, commander? *smirk* He never had a reason to mention my name.

Gabe- And what make you so special to come help Blackwatch? We make the dirty work here...

You- *laughs* I know, that's why I accepted... I'm the one who murder in cold blood, torture... first, I was trained to be a assassin and second, strike commander. I pass trought some good shit, commander Reyes. Trust me.

Genji- I trust her *wearing Bassie*

Cass- Give me the hat! *grab it putting back* Anyway! I need some coffee break, we'll leave both of you to speak a little bit more about...missions and...torture *wink and pull Genji with him together outside*

*After a few minutes, Gabriel and you leave the room and you spotted Cassidy coming out of the kitchen with another coffee mug, he stopped looking at you and smirk*

Cass- Howdy, miss.

You- Howdy...Jesse Mcgree...*cross your arms and smile* Changed your name?

Cass- Yeaah, you know...starting life from 0.

You- *smirk* It worked?

Cass- We will see *take a sip* Wanna a coffee?

You- No, thanks...*approching* I've heard that you were in Deadlock gang...*look at his tatto*

Cass- Well, old times! *laugh nervously* I mean, the boss there doesn't know I'm here yet, so...

You- Elizabeth Caledonia?

Cass- Oh...you know her.

You- I chased her for a long time, but now...whatever *fix his vestments* I could use you to catch her, but...I dont want to waste your charming, Cassidy.

Cass- M-My...My charming? Hehe...! *blushing*

You- *Grab him by the clothes pulling him to you* But if I catch you with Deadlock gang...you're a dead man! Understood?

Cass- Yes...! Yes! Of course! *swallow dry* Don't worry, strike commander, I will never be affiliate with Deadlock again, miss.

You- Good boy... *tap his chest and smile* You know...I always felt a little uneasy with cowboys *Playing with his collar*

Cass- Uneasy in a strong word, lady...*blushing* ~Why the hell I'm so fucking nervous around this woman?! I don't even know her! ~

You- Always so rebel and egocentric.

Cass- Don't believe in what you see in the movies *chuckles* I'm a cool cowboy.

You- You're a nice cowboy? *sexy voice taking your hand to his face feeling his face warmed*

Cass- Ye-yeah...*blushing harder* I'm...nice!

You- I always had a crush on you, Cassidy. Don't disappoint me...*pull his chest and smile walking away*

Cass- I...I...*laughing like a goofy* Yeah...I won't...*hearing something dripping and looking down, the coffee was dripping out of the mug* Wha...?! AH! My coffee! Clumsy cowboy! Dammit!

Genji- ...the fuck was that? *looking at him from the sofa*

Cass- Wha? Which part?

Genji- You literally turned you mug...are you ok?

Cass- *laughs* I'm feeling wonderful, partner! Hehehe!

*Later at Gabe's room*

Gabe- *laughs* She flirted with you? Really?

Cass- Yeah! I'm not lying!

Gabe- *take off his shirt* Right, you did not flirt with her? She did?

Cass- Yes!

Gabe- How can someone leave you so fucking embarrassed, Cole?

Cass- Her! She's so...! So everything!

Gabe- You just met her, Cassidy...

Cass- She knows me! And she said that always had crush on me!

Gabe- A crush on you?! Come on, Cassidy! *laughs*

Cass- She knows the Deadlock gang, God Dammit, Gabe! She were after Ashe a few years ago, I do even remember her talking about someone following all her tracks!

Gabe- Really? Oh, so she may have some stuffs about you.

Cass- Exactly, that's why! She have a crush on me *smirk* Got it?

Gabe- But you were a bandit.

Cass- She may like the bad guys *laugh*

Gabe- You're...not...a bad guy, Cass *holding laugh* Actually you're pretty nice for a bandit.

Cass- Hey, come on! I use to rob and...

Gabe- Kill innocents? I don't think so.

Cass- Ok, I do have a problem with being a actually bad guy! *lighting cigar and Gabe open the windows*

Gabe- *sighs* Well...so, what you gonna do? Hook up with her?

Cass- That would be interesting *walking close to the window*

*someone knock the door*

Gabe- Come in.

You- Excuse me *go in with some papers, look at Cassidy and smile* Well, am I interrupting something?

Gabe- No no...just talking. What is this?

You- Next mission, take a look yourself, commander.

Cass- Well...good thing you'll be with us this time *smirk looking outside the window*

You- *smirk* Yeah? It would be a good thing if you show up at my room tonight, Cassidy.

Cassidy- *look at you completely red, like the photo* Wh-what...?

Gabe- *surprised and trying not to laugh* ...!!

You- I need some cowboy to teach how to ride tonight...*wink and walk out the room closing the door*

Cass- *paralyzed*...oh...

Gabe- That was...*chuckle* insane!

Cass- I...I talk to you later...Commander...*getting out of the room* I got some...business to...take care.

Gabe- Take a good care, Cassidy, I'll only let you both do this time! *laughs*

Cass- Yeah yeah, whatever! *ran away*

Yeaah a short one! 1 shot! Yay! \o/

[cremesofaart]

DISCLAIMER WE DID NOT DRAW THESE. THESE ARE EDITED IMAGES FROM THE OUR LIFE: NOW AND FOREVER IN-GAME CHARACTER EDITOR

Mostly just posting these to this blog bc our main blog is mostly just for reblogs and such, we don't really post things there.

Since it's been confirmed there will be no more Our Life games after OLNF is finished, and because OLBA and OLNF are both themed around summer and fall respectively, we decided to take a crack at making our own Our Life game! (This is all, like, hypothetical, for the fun of coming up with ideas. This will never be a game in any real way.)

The characters from top to bottom are Ray Adler, Paula Reid, and Apricity Redlarch! They live in a town in northwest Michigan called Port Pearlescent, on the shore of Lake Michigan. Paula and the MC have lived there their whole lives, Ray is a new arrival (about a month or two before the prologue begins), and Apricity shows up during the prologue with her family!

(outdoor outfits on the left, indoor outfits on the right)

(also I only choose to put the setting where I put it because I don't know anything about the west coast lol)

Ray Adler is a kid from a warm southern state, who moved to Port Pearlescent with his mom (Ruby) and his pet box turtle named Champ. He prefers to stay indoors, but will still play outside to be with his friends. He doesn't like the cold, but some things he does like to do are draw and watch TV. Ray has blue hair he gets from his mom, and his hair quirk is that his hair changes slightly based on his mood (puffy and spiky if he's scared or angry, and sort of droopy if he's sad. It's subtle).

Paula Reid is a girl who loves to play outside, but she equally loves to have fun inside. She's lived in Port Pearlescent her whole life with her mom (Dahlia) and dad (Eli). Paula likes to play in the snow, making snow angels and snowmen and the like, and she loves to sit inside by a fire with hot cocoa and blankets. She has red hair, and her hair quirk is that her hair is a gradient from purpley~red to orangey~red.

Apricity Redlarch loves the cold and the outdoors. She loves winter sports, snowball fights, and walking the dogs her mom trains for a living. She came down from Canada with her 3 parents- her mom (Lucia Fontaine), her pa (Norton Redlarch), and her dad (Alpin Redlarch)- who love the cold and the outdoors a lot as well, but their daughter just might outshine them in that respect. Apricity has light blonde hair, and her hair quirk is that her hair is extra shiny.

Here are the families (not including Ray's pet turtle):

The Adler Family (not including the dad bc divorce lol. Also I haven't designed him or given him a name bc he just doesn't appear in the story. The divorce happened long before step 1 starts and is done and dusted. Ruby has full custody of her son. IK it's a bit similar to Cove and such but lalalalalalala)

The Reid Family

The Redlarch (& Fontaine) Family (I really really really have wanted to make characters w a poly family at some point. And this was a golden (or rather pearlescent teehee) opportunity.

Ok that's all I just felt like rambling about my goobers for a while. I have more to share but it's 1 am and I have work tmrw ok bye lalala

[tutuandscoot]

As promised: Part two of VM Holding Hands-

*A (not by any means exhaustive) collection of VM handy holdy moment:

I’m sure I’ve seen this before but I only really took it in for the first time the other day and boy were my tear ducts put to the test! This is after their FD at Worlds 2011- only their 3rd competitive skate of the season and their first time competing this FD. It was so good! Like nothing ever seen before (as with basically every program of their- always innovative both in themselves and as leaders of the sport). The lifts were insane, the skating was deadly good, the DANCING they were doing. They get a score of 107.something- the highest so far that season was 103. Something. They were in the lead after the SD and basically all the commentators on this said how near impossible it would be for their skate to be beaten. It was THAT good.. yet.. somehow they were. As they wait for the score to come up here, they look so nervous, exhausted, almost pleading for it to be a high score. And in a way- well the way I’m interpreting it, they almost look a bit defeated already. The score comes up and he goes to find and then squeeze her hand without even looking at her. This feels like another one of those moments of S physically saying/expressing to himself ‘thank god I didn’t let her down’ and also a bit of ‘we did it kiddo, no matter what happens now, we did it, and I’m so freaking proud of you’ a little bit of that protecting her through reassurance. Then as they squeeze that look to each other.. I have so many feels about this but I don’t even know if I can put into clear worlds what I’m feeling.. so I’ll just leave it there. If you know what they were going through at this point in their lives you know what that hand squeeze means (and it means literally everything to them in that moment).

On a lighter note.. this is just super cute. As I said in the original (part one) post, during their final competitive season they almost completely abandoned using dance hold, for what exact psychological/emotional/competitive reason I don’t know. So this is almost like them being in on their own thing, that ‘hey we don’t do that silly proper dance hold anymore like those inferiors do, we’re cute and let our hands cuddle as we skate around bc we love to hold hands!’ They make a big thing of the it between themselves that they aren’t gonna use dance hold. He goes in and changes like a little ‘tricked ya!’ But no bc of course she knows and changes immediately.

An “I know, I’m here, I’ve got you” last lil squeeze. T in her beautiful, quiet way protecting him with the simplest of connections.

2 in 1: holding out his hand for what feels like a really long time for her to get to centre to take their bows, followed by a switching to handy holdy to go thank the person playing music -(as they so often would bc they are previous lil angels).

You can’t actually see the handy holding here but you know there are. The last few moment on warm up before leaving the ice, her cuddling his arm and him reassuring her that everything will be ok bc they have each other.

They switch so softly and so naturally. Like it just happens. They don’t even think about it. Earlier in their career.. like it was still natural, but it was maybe that there was something to intitiate them holding hands this way, but here it was just, it was like some kind of magnetic force that drew them to hold hands properly. Idk, but isn’t it beautiful??

Squeezing hands super tight while singing the anthem in YVR. “They were holding hands”- alma (thanks for shooting me in the heart a dozen times)

2 in 1:

1: soft little hand cuddle to his heart as they go to the podium.

2: *Captain Canada!, “wait where’s my wife kiddo”

I really don’t think this is bc her hand is cold I think it’s like a random nervous system tick resulting in expressing huge amounts of affection. (I’m the same I do weird lil physical things when excited that there’s no explanation for).

S: “hey kiddo”

T: “hey kiddo”

S: “you ready to have some fun!?”

T: “Yeah 😄”

*swings hands like the happy lil kiddos they are 🥲

[dreamonseems]

The man I am

Part 1

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Pre outbreak Joel and Tommy, move to a small town in Canada. After Joel's daughter Sarah dies from a tragic accident. Joel meets the reader and falls in love. She helps him move on from his grief. And he starts a new life with the reader.

Notes

◇ There is an age gap between the reader and Joel, the reader is 19 and Joel is 35.

◇ There will be an outbreak in this story but first I'll start pre-outbreak. Tess will also come in later in the story.

◇ HI, this is my first Joel fanfic. I feel like this will be bad, but I'm going to try to write this anyway. I had a dream about it so I kinda want to make it true lol. I'm also Canadian so that's why they are in Canada lol. But they will make their way back to the USA.

"Sarah, where are you?" I found myself back in my old house.

Sarah was giggling as she hid behind the curtains, and I could hear her tiny breaths as she tried to keep quiet.

"Are you here?" I asked looking behind the couch as I searched the room, pretending not to see her, but I knew exactly where she was hiding. Suddenly, Sarah jumped out from behind the curtains and yelled, "Boo!"

I jumped "Oh my you scared me!" I pretend to look terrified. "I'm sorry daddy!" She giggles. I laughed and scooped her up in my arms, spinning her around in the air. Her laughter filled the air I felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment. I had forgotten what it felt like to be so carefree and happy. I wanted the moment to last forever.

But then, everything starts to take a dark turn. Suddenly, there is blood everywhere I hear the sound of bullets whizzing past my head, and I knew I had to get my daughter to safety. But as I look down Sarah is laying in my arms dead. Her once happy eyes were full of life and were no longer. The emptiness was left in its place. I cry for help but there is no one just her and I.

"Joel."

"Joel?"

"Joel!"

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You ok there? you dozed off, you were mumbling in your sleep." Tommy says as he pulls the truck over.

"I'm... I'm... OK." I say turning my head toward my brother. I start to feel a deep sadness wash over me as I remembered that Sarah was gone.

"Well, we are here brother, ready to start new beginnings," Tommy announced as put pats my arm. "Yeah," I mumble as I look out the window. Wishing I could go back to that moment in my dream where I was playing with Sarah and stay there forever, but I knew that it was just a dream and that I had to face the reality of the world I was living in now.

I had lost everything that mattered to me. My daughter Sarah had been taken from me in a tragic accident, and I had been left with nothing but grief and guilt. I became a mass, a monster. All the darkness was melting off me. I didn't work, I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. All I did was drink, fight, and fuck to get all my aggression out. But one day I woke up and decided I couldn't take it anymore and it would be my last day on this unfair earth. That's what I thought at least but that plan didn't work out so here I am. Still alive in this small town in God knows where Canada.

Tommy met a girl, Maria. He thought it would be a good idea to move to where she was living and he took me with him. He said he had a good feeling that I would find something worth living for again. I can't trust that would happen I'm just buying time for when the time comes for me to try again to be with my daughter once more.

"You are here finally!" A woman's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I see Maria run and jump in Tommy's arms.

"It was a long drive." Tommy laughs as he pulls back from the hug. Maria turns to me and extends her hand out for me to shake. "Joel it's finally nice to meet you in person." I shake her hand. "Likewise."

"Well let me show you guys your new home." She turns and smiles back at Tommy. We walk to this historic-looking building. Maria tells us her family owns the little apartment building it's been in her family for many years. "There are 10 complexes and everyone is very friendly and respectful. It's an amazing space for two people." She shows us around the home.

It was beautiful, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the sunlight. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living just enough space for the two of us. I could see Tommy was also amazed by the architecture and the history of the building.

"This is perfect trust me and Joel have lived in worse places." He says hugging her once more.

"Well, it's good for the time being after you meet my family and the house gets done being built I can steal you away." She kisses him.

And I take that as my cue to leave. "I'm going to take a look around town." I excuse myself to let them have some alone time. There is also a part of me that is stinging seeing them happy. As happy as I am for my brother I can't help but think back to my grief.

I walk out and I spot a dinner down the street I decided I could go for a cup of coffee. As I'm walking towards the dinner I feel myself accidentally bump into someone I quickly reach out to grab the much smaller person in front of me.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention!" A female's voice rings out. "It's fine, are you ok are you hurt?" I ask as our eyes meet. "Not hurt I'm sorry again it was my fault I'm too clumsy." She says. But I could not focus. I feel like all the air left my body the minute I looked into her eyes. I was struck by her beauty and her warm smile.

Part 2

[chicspo]

this may be very long but i want to explain in depth so u can understand my situation better so im sorry but here goes,

ill give u some info about myself first: im 18 i go to university and i spend most of my time there, i live with my boyfriend of 2 1/2 years. im not a touchy person, especially if im tired and spent my entire day studying. i care so much about certain people but im not good at showing it, and i dont exactly intend on changing this. i show my sister and my parents a lot of love and they know i love them but i can do this bc theyre family and i knoe our bonds are unbreakable no matter what.

ok so heres the situation, i want to be alone. i want to live on my own and im comfortable with not having many friends (i have some really good friends that moved for uni and i text them kinda often and i know our bonds are unbreakable) but im fine with not making more friends if its uncomfortable or whatever. but recently i think my boyfriend has noticed im distancing myself from him, unintentionally, but i care a lot about how i do in university so im dedicating myself to it. i dont ever initiate anything with him (sexually or just touchy in general) but i never really have to be honest. yes at the beginning of our relationship i was younger and more carefree and our relationship was fun to me so i was more touchy but never very touchy.

he told me how he feels like i dont love him bc i never try to start anything with him and im always at school and i was kind of cold to be honest i told him i love him bc i dont want to break his heart and it is true, i do love him and i care so much about him but i dont want to be either him anymore. its just so hard bc we live together and we have cats together and gis family loves me i’ve visited them in florida (i live in canada) twice and we’re planning on visiting them again for Christmas. i dont know what he would do if we broke up. he would br incredibly hesrt broken and im genuinely worried he would k1ll himself bc his step dad is abusive and both his parents drink all the time and dont rlly care about him, he doesnt have many friends, just one that is always at work so he never sees him, and he has an online job so he never goes out. he does a lot for me tho. he cleans the apartment A LOT whenever im gone (im a clean freak) and he tells me im the most beautiful girl in the world, he touches me and hugs me and kisses me, tells me he missed me so much, tells me im his world and that he wants to look after me when we’re old, that he wants to have a daughter with me, he buys the groceries, cat stuff, hr buys me little random things he thinks ill like. he’s honestly a really amazing boyfriend. but i dont want a boyfriend. i cant tell him that tho. i want to talk to my mom about this and ask her advice but she thinks hes a low life bc he has an online job and doesnt go out, he has chronic back pain and has to take medication and he smokes weed everyday. she knows he takes really good care of me tho.

my sisters planning on moving in with us when shes done highschool (this school year) and i want to just live with her. i dont know what to do bc we have such a concrete relationship thats more serious than anything and we care about eachother so much. he loves out apartment, its the first place hes lived without an abusive family and hes so happy. im in such a bad situation in my head rn.

i understand ur concern but u always have to put urself first. and i think with having to asking me or ur mom or anyone else all ur looking for is for someone to validate ur feelings. u dont need anyones approval for this. u dont want to be with him then dont be. ur not his mom. the most u can do for him is have a talk with him, when u tell him ur decision, and try to orient him in life the best u can. however thats none of ur responsibility. if u fear he has no other relationships other than the one u two have u can tell him that. if u believe he should get a different job tell him. his life seems pretty bleak and lonely, and he copes by focusing on you. that isnt healthy. he should also look out for himself first and he should have bigger goals in life. a future with you or any other woman isnt a goal or achievement. all he does by telling u he wants to take care of u when u get old or have kids together is mentally trap u so you wont leave him. he cant be that weak. he needs to learn to be independent. and u already seem more than capable and independent, so if u want to live alone or with ur sister u should do so. its great that ur so focused on ur school. its ur life u should do with it what u want

[same-name-supremacy]

ok so what if the reason Ginnifer hates the cold because she didn't grow up in Canada she grew up in somewhere warm like 🤔 California but her parents moved for new jobs. It would be cool because she would have dual-citizenship in both Canada and the USA

No its because it's cold as balls in Canada and I was born and still live in Canada and I can't stand it

I went out on a walk yesterday to Walmart to get some snacks and Saw 10. It felt like my blood froze and my eyes were teary. My legs were itchy.

Omg, it’s so fucking cold here

[higgyisobsessed]

big fakemon post??

when I was in high school, I wanted to make a fakemon region based on Canada. I still kinda do, but not nearly to the extent of interest I did then. Anyway, I have drawn and designed some fakemon that I am pretty proud of and thought it would be neat to share some of em

Geodot, Ohkoden, Minerodon > this pseudo-legendary line is based on the idea of a dragon with a den and hoard of gold, except the dragon is both! It starts as a smol geode, similar in appearance to Roggenrola. > ohko stone (aka dragonstone) is a rock that has a unique texture from water erosion. Erosion and refinement plays a role in this Pokemon's evolution, as it reveals the treasure hiding within. > the wing talons (?) gave me some trouble. I knew I wanted rocky, cavernous wings, but they originally looked very disconnected. Then I figured that, instead of having the talons on some arms from the serpentine body, I'd put them on the ends of the wings, giving this dragon similar anatomy to that of a wyvern. That choice really made the wings look cohesive. > I was originally going to have it be different colours rather than just gold, one for each stat (based on what its nature boosts). The forms would be called Amethyst Form, Ruby Form, Gold Form, etc. The thing about this was that I thought gold was the most relevant, since it is a dragon and gold is the goal in alchemy and all that fun stuff.

Migopu > Ice/Flying bc it lives in cold climates. > ptarmigan + lagopus makes its name. This is a mix of ptarmigans and the snowshoe hare, with ideas of snowshoes and skiing. The genus name Lagopus comes from hare+feet, based on how fluffy ptarmigans' feet are. That inspired me to give it the feet of a snowshoe hare, which are big enough to spread the hare's weight so that it does not sink in snow. > the colours are meant to reference rock ptarmigans, which have a bright bit of red on their faces in winter plumage. These Pokemon are excellent at walking on and sliding across the surface of deep snow.

Arboreelis > an eel that flies in the night skies of the region! it is meant to look like the colours of an aurora. There are two theories to how these Pokemon work: either they are drawn to the electricity that creates auroras, or they use their electrical powers to form auroras. > name comes from aurora borealis and eel. Ice/Electric because auroras are electrical phenomena in polar locations

Glubmerge, Glubmarine > fish + compass + sun dial + toy boat + submarine. kinda a random mix, but I think it's really cute. Water navigation fish! > Water type. glub + submerge, glub + submarine

Inkuaill > ink + inkwell + quill + quail > quills come from birds. this bird evokes paper, ink drops, inkwells, and the inking pens > I know I know I KNOW I already have a game bird but. they're completely different concepts ok > Normal/Poison because ink?? and because while it can fly, game birds are more known for being on the ground and running.

Frigeret, Boreabbit, Harfrost > HOARFROST! I mean mr rime has rime in its name which is the same thing just formed differently but,,, IDC we need some hoarfrost rep > what is winter throughout life? As a wee baby, it's a threat. The ears are meant to be like muffs or mittens, working to protect the blue-nosed baby. Frigeret (Normal) does not yet have mastery over ice. Even when awake, this little guy looks like it is permanently asleep, as if frozen. Frigid + leveret. (Note: hares are born with their eyes open. Frigeret can open its eyes tho?? idk i wanted it to look more frozen and cold, so the closed eyes thing is closer to rabbits here) > as a child, winter is the season of fun! Snowmen, snowballs, snowforts, sledding, skiing! When I was a kid, winter was my favourite season. The fun in this form is also based on Jack Frost, a sprite-like figure meant to explain the snow and cold in winter. This is what makes Boreabbit an Ice/Fairy type. Boreas + boreal + rabbit > getting older (even just as an adult), winter becomes more of an inconvenience. From driving to the cold to the later sun, the fondness of winter fades even before the aching bones from changing weather. Grouchy, Harfrost is meant to be closer to the idea of Old Man Winter. Still Ice/Fairy. hoarfrost + hare (ALSO the 'hoar' in hoarfrost means showing signs of aging!)

Nimbark, Halestial, Cirruscruff > cloud dogs? CLOUD DOG EVOLUTION LINE > Nimbark (Normal) is a lil spaniel with the big ears! These ears are so fluffy, they evoke clouds! One must be very careful when grooming because the ears are delicate but tangle easily. > Halestial (Normal/Flying) is a papillon dog! The big rounding ears are colourful, based on sun halos, also called sun dogs! These are rainbow circles around the sun, indicating a very cold day. > Cirruscruff (Normal/Flying) is a Newfoundland dog! Super big fluffy boy. It's super reliable and loyal to its trainer. These clouds are darker bc every image I see of a Newfie has dark fur > these bred dogs also represent the two main colonizing forces in Canada! Cavalier King Charles Spaniels are British bred dogs, and Papillons are French bred dogs. Newfies are Canadian dog breeds. > the idea of a fluffy, loyal, guardian angel cloud dog is based on my own dog, Merlin. He is a Morkie Poo, which doesn't really relate to this, BUT he is whitish and fluffy and soft and makes me think of clouds and I love everything about him and if I have a guardian angel dog it's this boi

[ellecdc]

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congrats on 2k elle! the picnic is such a cute idea help. i was torn between all those questions so i might've given a lil too much sorry ☠️

icebreaker: 10, 15, 139, 170, 194 (answer whichever you wanna!! 🎀)

awe thank you sweets xx

ice breaker -> pick a number between 1 & 200 and I will post a question from this list along with my answer, and everyone can feel free to leave their answers in the comments! I want to get to know everyone better and give everyone a chance to get to know each other!

10 - What's your happiest memory?

ooof hmm.... IDK I feel like I have so many? I'm a lucky girl. One time I had a raspberry mojito that instantly transported me to summer's at my grandparents which was eight hours north in a town of 400 people. They lived on the outskirts with a big property, and grandma had vegetable and fruit gardens. My cousin and I who were only two months apart in age got to spend our time together there. In the mornings we would help grandma with her raspberry bushes; she'd give us four of those cartons and told us if we filled all of them up, we could each have one carton as a snack. So we'd work in the sun on our hands and knees and then run inside with our pints of raspberry, hastily rinse them off, close the blinds in the living room and share our grandpa's big recliner chair and pop a movie into the VHS - I think that's a really nice memory.

15 - What are the top five items on your bucket list?

oooh okay before I die I have to have to have to visit Greece - it's non-negotiable, I wanna go horseback riding on the beach, I'd like to go scuba diving somewhere tropical [damn Canada's cold watersssssss], uhmmmmmm I want to own a house/cottage in a historical coastal town near where I live, annnndddd I want to go to both the south and north poles

139 - What character do you identify with most personality wise? 

from the characters I write it's Sirius Black 😬 black sheep of the family, constantly compared to siblings/cousins, tried to do everything that was expected of me and never did it 'well enough', quick to anger, sensitive but come off as bitchy uhmmmmmm oh horribly loyal and protective of the people I am close to

170 - The zombie apocalypse is coming. Who are three people you want on your team?

I'm going to answer these from the characters I write for too hahaha, Barty 110%, Remus aannnnndddddd Lily.

194 - What song would make the best theme music for you?

oooooh uhmmmmmmmm this is hard, let me ask my friend that I've known since we were four:

Ok 3 hours later and her answers are shit but here they are

thanks for playing sweetness!!

[aroguexenolith]

Hi friend good to see you back!!! Even if just for a bit. Hope you have been doing ok 😁

Hello buddy!!!! Yes I have been spending a lot of time (and money lol) in therapy and it has been really really helpful. I think, mental-health-wise, I’m in the best place I’ve been in a very long time.

I’m still trying not to sink too much time into Tumblr, though, because a lot of the ideas and discourse here are bad for me. Tumblr will have you feeling horribly guilty just for being able to afford a car payment and mild luxuries (that I find on sale) every now and then. But also, the assertions to never judge anyone and the push that you should always be spending your time actively helping solve the world’s crises—and if you don’t, you’re a bad person—are really harmful things for me to internalize.

The world outside of Tumblr is honestly a much kinder place.

Regular health-wise, I caught covid back in July and my sense of smell and taste have continued to be inconsistent ever since, which sucks. Sometimes, when I’m tired, I get phantom smells of rotting food.

My job has been changing a lot and I’m honestly not a fan, so I’m wanting to pick up some new skills to be able to land a better role sometime in the next two years. I also got a fancy payroll certification, the CPP! Certified Payroll Professional) So now I can put Important Letter after my name lol.

I hope you’ve been doing well! And are not needing to reblog things like the goldfish dancing shower thoughts! Are still up in Canada? Hopefully you’re getting some actual cold weather, because I don’t know if Georgia will ever get really get it again, as climate change advances.

[cloverhighfive]

Returning the question. Is there something you really like about your country/culture that you would like to share? :D maybe a favorite food, that would be really interesting

Well, it's surely not all poutine and maple syrup over here, but yes I do love our staples, and I am damn proud poutine is ours. I get super protective and if someone DARES say poutine comes from Ontario, I get super angry. I'm ok with "it's a Canadian dish". But if you want to narrow it down, it's Québec. And please oh please would people on youtube stop putting all sorts of greenery on it???? It's fries. cheese curds. gravy. Not grated cheese, not cubed old cheddar. Cheese curds. No parsley wtf. No side of carrots and celery for vitamins. NO. Fries. Cheese curds. Gravy. ...and a small cardiac incident for dessert.

I'll take you on another route. I think winter has shaped us a lot.

Winter cools spirits down. Once you've cleaned up your car, shoveled your driveway, and changed mittens twice in the process cause they got wet and cold, you're exhausted. If you want to piss off your neighbour, here, you buy a bigger TV or a bigger snowblower.

We're pretty chill on very important issues. The last referendum we had, I was in uni. We had international students friends from warm countries where there's a lot of fighting. They were very anxious. After all, the vote was to decide to get out of Canada. They were worried for a full-blown civil war the day after (the results were 49%-51%). We were baffled. We said, oh no, we'll just carry on (very British of us haha).

And I also think we're like this because of our 4 seasons. We're BUSY. Spring : put away all winter stuff. Prep for summer. Summer : vacation. Home repairs. All the hobbies while it's summer. Fall : back to school/work, take out all the winter stuff. Winter : shovel. Watch series on that big TV.

I think also our insults are meant to work when you have a scarf on your face and your teeth clenched from the cold. Indeed, it's easier to understand a good "va chier" (piss off) through the fabric than "putain de con" (fucking twat), the p and the t making you eat the wool off your face cover lol

Most people whine about the cold (not me) but even they have to admit a nice soft snowfall at night is magical - albeit from inside LOL

I love winter. :) It makes us who we are.

Also, it's soup season.