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little tribute for the cuties from âThe Rehabilitation of Deathâ by @bamsara <3 it was actually the first fanfic I ever read and got me into cotl! Theyâre an incredible artist and writer, go check out their stuff!!!
rly opened my eyes to how many narratives can be explored using cotl as a framework (and the appeal of narilamb lololol)
Songs used: Mitski - Crack Baby & Esha Tewari - beautiful boy
#cult of the lamb#cotl fanart#cotl narilamb#lowkey hope they never see this bc itâs kind of ugly ToT#I tried!!!!! ok!!!!! Iâm 2000s shoujo gal n their narilamb is straight shonen!!!!!#prolly gonna try again in like 2 weeks#try making them NOT look like theyâre abt to flamenco dance lololol
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any fellow endo/chronic pain/bad period cramp sufferers on here w pain management suggestions...? nearing my wits end trying to cope w this shit đ«
#woke up sobbing in pain in the middle of the night again i cant keep doing this. painkillers barely work anymore :-(#n other methods like using heat or tens machines are pretty much ineffective#please dont tell me to stretch or exercise or drink more water or whatever bc i will start screaming đ#it was fine when it was just a few days of pain a month but now its all of the time AND fucking agonising for a few days a month#my next drs appt is in 2 weeks im gonna ask for stronger painkillers which i may not get. and prolly switch hormonal meds again#but if i react badly to hormonal meds for a third time without anything else to fall back on. i dont even know man#trying really hard not to think abt killing myself. its fine tho just any suggestions please đ„č#.diaries#i have some shit lined up already to try again just trying to have a sense of direction + hope i guess bc this is prolly gonna be lifelong#hope i can get some tests soon at least. even if diagnostic shit might take years#sigh. i need to eat and do smth to take my mind off this before i work myself into a panic attack again. all good all fine
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i know places êš charles leclerc smau
charles leclerc x fem!reader
or 4 times charles soft launched you, and the one time he hard launched you so hard it almost caused whiplash
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charles_leclerc happy summer break đ
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username ummm???
username that last photo im gonna throw up i never want him to post a photo dump again
username what about OUR family charles? ME, your wife? OUR imaginary kids?
joris__trouche i hope you paid your photographer
charles_leclerc she said it was a free trial
username there's literally no way charles 'i am stupid' leclerc knows how to soft launch this has to be a joke
username i hope this brings ferrari such awful luck... no man who soft launches like this deserves happiness
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charles_leclerc new song releasing at midnight tonight on all platforms, we hope you'll like it đ¶
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username i cant wait to be depressed for the rest of the week thank u charles
username im sorry... WE? who is WE?
username omg... is this a piano duet... between charles and his girlfriend???
joris__trouche i hope you're sharing the royalties
charles_leclerc nosy man
username the fact he's giving us literal crumbs like we have NOTHING to go off of
username he's just smarter than the rest of us, not letting us creep his girl

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charles_leclerc what an incredible weekend in singapore. honoured to have had all the people i love with me this weekend for this win. i can never do this without you.
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username do u think he put 'i can never do this without you' in a whole different sentence because it's directed at HER
username idk if i should call u delulu or smart bc đ
username i am so fed up with this soft launch, stop being a coward and show her to us!!!
username comments like these are prolly why he's only soft launching... he doesn't want crazy fans to pull what they did with lando and luisa lol
pierregasly je suppose que ton porte-bonheur fait son travail đ
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charles_leclerc an extra special christmas, with an extra special person. joyeux noĂ«l to you all, may santa spoil you as much as he has spoiled me đ
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pierregasly joyeux noĂ«l from kika and i, looking forward to spending time with the both of you in the new year đ„
joris__trouche impressive that this soft launch is still going, only ever seen you this dedicated about cars
username not joris saying exactly what we all have been thinking
username i cant believe no one has found her on anything
username charles hasn't given us anything to go off of, its like he's trying to make it difficult to find her
username omg y'all it HAS to be yourusername her story is them literally kissing!!!! im gonna scream!!!!!!
username she's followed by half the grid!!! kika has liked all her post over the last 2 YEARS omg
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charles_leclerc honoured to have been the one to kiss you for the last three christmases, hoping for hundreds more
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charles_leclerc apparently i forgot to introduce the world to my beautiful wife? joyeux anniversaire mon amour đ
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username your WHAT
username his WIFE?!
username there is no way mr 'i am stupid' has hidden a whole WIFE and a whole MARRIAGE from us
pierregasly merde i am so excited to finally post the photos from your wedding
yourusername honoured to have spent the last year as mrs. charles leclerc, hoping for so many more
charles_leclerc hoping for forever
username MRS CHARLES LECLERC PLS IM KSFJHK
username i am screaming and throwing up, not even crying i cant even be heartbroken????
landonorris emotionally im not okay
yourusername you were at the wedding??? landonorris i love love, shut up.
if you've already seen this i apologize lol, i think there was some formatting issues with the prev post which resulted in it not showing up in the tags :( so total apologies for that! i hope you enjoy!! (i dont want to retag everyone and be annoying as well) if you'd like to be added to my tag list please feel free to reach out
also my requests are open if you're interested!
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H'okay, trying this again on the big internet (formatting is hard on a phone)
Responding to this LOVELY 2-part ask from a couple days ago, specifically part 2.
It's a direct continuation of Pepper Problems, so you'll prolly want to read that first (but I mean you do you).
I expect to tie two more requests into this series, so if you're waiting on me I SEE YOU I HEAR YOU I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH YOUR TIME IS COMING.
Okay. Housekeeping over.
Title: (Insert clever title here - the draft is called "Shane Longing Two")
Pairing: Shane x fem!farmer
Word Count: 2929
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only, if you would be so kind
Fic and tags under the cut!
Tags: Fantasized oral sex, actual honest to goodness oral sex, longing, pining, yearning, etc etc etc, also some boob touching
The farmer was a problem.
Shane had given up trying to solve it. There was no solving with her. Only enduring.
He knew how to endure.
Sheâd gotten comfortable with him over the months. Sliding onto the stool next to his a few times a week. Telling him about her day, whether he asked her about it or not. Trading jokes with Emily. A wave and a cheerful greeting to anyone who passed by.
Still a ray of fucking sunshine, even as the days grew short and dark and the holidays approached.
Shane hated this time of year.
There was the practical (gifts: what do you even get for a six year old? Or your aunt, whoâd been looking at you like she once looked at an injured donkey, a look of frustration and pain and anticipated grief?)
There was the existential (another year with no changes, just the spiral of existence crushing in closer, same and same and same yet somehow heavier and heavier and heavier)
There was the farmer, showing off a dress that Emily had made for her.
She stood and twirled. âWhat do you think?âÂ
She was talking to the writer. The one she talked to Emily about. Mr. âHeâs really handsome, isnât he? With the hair and all? But heâs focused on his writing right now and Iâm not looking for anything so weâre just gonna keep it as friends.â
âA vision!â The writer was leaping up, spinning her around. A dervish of velvet and curves gently hugged, toes barely seeming to touch the floor.
If she asked what Shane thought about her dress heâd say nothing. Because what he thought is that he wanted to know what she was wearing underneath, and if what he could uncover would feel as soft on his tongue as the fabric heâd crush and tear to get there.
See? A problem. A big fucking problem that wasnât getting any better.
âI donât want to go.â She was sitting down next to him, the lightness gone from her voice. Always so much quieter when he was near her.Â
âSo donât.â Not much more to say than that.
She sighed. âYeah, but itâs the holidays and itâs family, yâknow?â
Shane didnât know, but he absolutely was not opening that can of worms, no fucking thank you.
He made a noncommittal sound.
âOh! I just remembered!â She tapped the back of her hand against his shoulder. She was always touching him like that, all casual and off-hand. Every time it felt like a shock going through him. Kept his mind from clouding, from drifting.Â
He loved it and he hated it.Â
âI was gonna ask - could you look in on the chickens for me while Iâm gone? Just once or twice? They should be all set up with food and stuff, I just hate to think of the heater going out or something.â
âWhat do I get out of it?â His question was for show. Heâd do whatever she needed in a heartbeat.
She didnât need to know that, though.
âThe satisfaction of a job well done?â She gave him her best âI am sunshine incarnateâ smile.
Shane gave her a look of disgust.Â
It made her laugh.
He liked it when that happened.
He wanted it to happen more.
It was a problem.
âCheck in on the house too and Iâll pick up your tab for a couple nights. I donât trust the boiler - wanna make sure it keeps pumping while Iâm gone.â
âYeah, alright.â He did his best not to sound eager. Like the idea of poking around her house a bit wasnât appealing. Like he wasnât actually the creep he knew he was.
âThank you.â She sounded relieved, gave him one of those real smiles.Â
Shane didnât respond. He just took a drink.
âYour dress!â Emily had caught sight of the farmer, was hurrying over to see her.Â
âMy dress! Itâs perfect! Thank you!â She was standing again, spinning, light and joyful, the skirt flaring out in a way that let Shane catch a glimpse of thigh.
The farmer always wore pants.
She was less of a problem in pants.
âYou look incredible! Shane! Doesnât she look amazing?â
Fucking Emily. She knew exactly what she was doing.Â
What was he supposed to say? That the dress was sparking a new obsession? That he was fixated on how loose the skirt was, how easy it would be to ruck up, how anything she was wearing underneath would be nothing, nothing to rip and tear and pull aside? That the velvet could fall around his head, muffling the sounds sheâd make, just a little, as he ran his mouth and his tongue and his lips and his fingers over the part of her that had to be the most warm, the most her?
Was that what he was supposed to say?
The farmer gave him that fake grin again. The sunshine one. The one that made her eyes sparkle.Â
It was an out, he realized.
âSeen better,â he said, and took a drink.
âUgh!â The farmer put her hands over her heart as though wounded.Â
âSee, he was raised in a barn,â Emily said. âLiterally right next to a horseâs ass. Really rubbed off on him.â
âYou rubbed off on a horseâs ass?âÂ
Shane shot the farmer a sideways look. She was smirking. Fucking cutie.
âIt was a magical time,â Shane droned.Â
Emily rolled her eyes. âYou two deserve each other.â
âNot sure if thatâs an insult or a compliment.â The farmer settled back down.
âInsult,â Shane and Emily said together.
âWell, fuck you too, then!â the farmer said cheerfully, and drained her drink.
âââââââ
Shane had been drinking more these days.
It wasnât a problem.
Everything else was the problem.
The sound Marnie would make when he retched in the morning.
The way work made his shoulder ache.
The way his boss looked at him like he wasnât quite a full person.
The way Jas would wake up crying some nights, gasping, sobbing, reaching out and clutching and there was no calming her, and it was easier to just let Marnie take care of it, to soothe her like she used to soothe him, to put a pillow over his head and drown in uselessness, to wonder if she really would be worse off without him.
The farmer.
So it was established. The drinking wasnât the issue.Â
He was going to skip it that night anyway. Head straight for the farmerâs house after work, check on the chickens, go and inside and⊠fuck, what was it he was supposed to do?
But it was cold out, and work had been long with all of the holiday merchandise going out, so heâd stopped by the saloon for a drink or six.
It was still cold when he left. Colder, really, snow coming down all hard, like pellets, and heâd forgotten his gloves that day. He wasnât moving all that fast. The road kept jutting up to make him stumble. It took a while to get to the farm.Â
He was shivering as he finally ducked into the coop. All was well, the chickens warm and cozy. The heater was running. It felt nice on his chilled cheeks. The coop smelled good, all fresh shavings and warm, healthy hens. He thought about picking one up, letting its heat soak into his hands, but they were sleeping and he didnât want to disturb them.
The farmerâs door was locked. The key was under the mat like she said, and the house felt warm when he stepped inside. He turned on a lamp by the door.
Heâd never been in her house.
It was messier than he expected. Tools strewn on the kitchen counter. A pile of books and mail on an armchair. Clumps of fur in the corners (did she have a pet?). Laundry piled on the back of the couch.
He drifted over.
His hands were a problem.Â
They were picking up a shirt from the pile of laundry, bringing it to his face. It smelled worn, a faint scent of soap covered by something earthier. He breathed in deep.
His cock twitched.
The room was spinning, just a little.
It wasnât a problem.
He wondered what else he could find in her laundry pile.
His cock was getting harder.
It was okay. He had infinite space for shame.
He lifted the next garment (leggings, by the look of them) when he heard a rhythmic banging. Boots knocking off snow on the front porch. He dropped the pants, kept his body turned towards the couch as the door opened.
âFuck!â It was the farmer. He turned part way to look at her. She was covered in snow, velvet dress peeking out from a puffy coat, holding a hand over her heart. âYou scared the shit out of me!â
âSorry, sorry,â Shane mumbled.
His cock was a problem.
She was a problem.
âShit, youâre here. I tried to text you, but Yoba forbid I get any fucking service when weâre going through the desert.â She was shaking out her coat, hanging it up. âThe thing got cancelled due to the storm, and of course no one tells me until I show up at the fucking venue, and if they think Iâm going to hang around after all that they have another fucking thing coming.âÂ
Shane took a deep breath. Tried to will himself to relax.
His stomach was churning, fear and beer and embarrassment and want.
The room felt a little fuzzy around the edges.
âSo Iâm back, and it is fucking freezing out there.â She was messing with the thermostat. Shane heard the boiler start to purr somewhere below him.
He tried to focus on the sound, and not the way the farmer looked.
Her hair was wet, melting snow dragging it down.
Cheeks ruddy. Eyelashes dark.Â
Fucking delicious in that dress.
A problem.
âIâm an ice cube, feel my hands!âÂ
âFuck!â Sheâd pressed her cold fingertips to the back of his neck.
âYouâre so warmmmmmmâŠ.â A hint of a moan.Â
Something in him was fraying.Â
âExcept for my hands.â His voice was only a little ragged. It was playful, right? Giving as good as he got? Turning to face her, pressing his hands onto her neck and shoulders.
Yoba, she was warm there.
She made a sound of mock distress. âGloves, Shane! Have you ever heard of them?â
The room was swimming now. The farmer was the only thing that felt real.
Her skin was so soft. His hands were moving on their own, fingers spreading, tracing down, brushing over the deep red velvet and the curves beneath.
Pressing.
The fabric was soft, but not as soft as the farmer.
âShane?â She didnât sound mad. She didnât sound scared. She didnât sound disgusted.
She sounded⊠curious.
She sounded like a problem that needed to be solved.Â
Sometimes you could solve a problem with finesse.
But sometimes a grenade was also a solution.Â
Shane knew where his strengths lay.
He fell to his knees.
âAre you alright?â Her hands were reaching down for him, gentle, worried. His were doing what theyâd wanted to do since heâd first laid eyes on that dress: clutching at the skirt, pulling it up, letting his mouth fall forward.
âFuck,â she gasped as he pressed up between her thighs. âHow much did you⊠fuck.â
He had to press in deeper, to mouth against her. His lips were moving. The stubble that plagued his chin and cheeks caught at the nylon hose she wore. It pulled at his face. It separated him from her.
It was a problem.
So he solved it. The thin fabric parted easily beneath his fingers. Her dress draped over his head, just like he imagined it would, soft and quiet, blocking out the world.
But not the farmer.Â
She was right there. A cry of surprise as he ripped her tights. Hands in his hair now, gripping tight, and fuck, he knew it, he fucking knew it, knew that sheâd know just what to fucking do. He knew sheâd grab hard, press him into her, press herself into him, offer herself up to his mouth and his teeth and his tongue and his fingers, fingers pulling, pulling cotton aside to reveal soft, warm, fragrant skin.Â
So warm. So fucking warm.
So much softer than the velvet.
So pretty.
He ran his tongue down the place she parted. She whimpered, shifted her legs, tried to open up for him.
(what a good fucking girl, he knew it, knew sheâd be so fucking good for him when he got his mouth on herâŠ)
He could help with that. Shift forward and hook her leg up over his shoulder (the good one, the one that still felt strong and capable). Steady her as she leaned back against the couch. Pull and pull and pull at the gusset of her panties, the backs of his knuckles brushing against her folds as he did so. She gasped, pulled him in deeper, and she was all soft and wet and warm and welcoming, inviting him to taste, to fucking delve, and so he did. Tongue loose at first, covering as much as he could in case she changed her mind, pushed him away, left him sprawled on the floor, useless and alone.
But no, she was making noises, good noises that said he was supposed to stay right there.
(fuck, the noises she was making, breathy and needy, whines and gasps and little moans, better than he could have imagined, so much fucking better, raw and honest and real and good, almost as good as the way she tastedâŠ)
So right there is where he stayed. Mouth wide, tongue firmer, listening to the sounds she made, cataloging the way she moved. Her hips were shifting, like she was trying to bear down on something, and oh fuck, oh sweetheart, he could absolutely help her with that. Not a problem at all to press his hand up, fingers searching, just one at first, stroking in time with his tongue, gentle and slow until she was whining, bearing down harder, welcoming him in
Yoba, she was wet.
(she wanted it she wanted it fuck fuck fuck she couldnât hide it it was right fucking there, so wet and soft and yielding, he could push his cock right into her like this, so fucking ready so quick, so needy for him, she needed it like he didâŠ)
Her moans changed as she clenched around him. Lower, longer. She tightened in time with her hands in his hair, clutching harder and loosening as her walls pulsed.
âMore,â she gasped, and he didnât know if she meant fingers or tongue, but did it matter when he could give her both? Press another finger into her, focus in on her clit. Quick flicks, she liked that, if the way she gasped his name was any indication.
(fuck fuck fuck fuck she was saying his name Yobaâs fucking Light he never would have thought his name could sound like that, like lips on his neck, like a tongue down his throat, like a hand stroking his cockâŠ)
His mind was fuzzy, and the temptation to give over to instinct grew overwhelming. He let her hands in his hair guide him. Let the way her hips stuttered show him how fast to go. Let her use him, grind against his tongue, rock against his fingers. Let her drown him, take the breath from him, just movement and soft and wet and tight and gasps and sobs and his nameÂ
(his name his name his nameâŠ)
And then her legs were shaking, hips taut, hands in his hair so tight it pricked tears in his eyes, and for a moment nothing was wrong, there was nothing dragging him down, only what he could give and what she would take, all perfectly aligned.Â
An equation balanced.
A problem solved.
âFuck, Shane!â She said it shaking, drawn out, clenching around him so tight and hot he wondered dimly if sheâd branded him.Â
He worked her through her climax, slowing as she loosened, as her grip became gentle, as she let go of his hair, let her fingers trail down his jaw, his neck.
He didnât want to move, but something was churning in his stomach.
He didnât have much space for good in his life.
The farmer wouldnât fit.
He had to get the fuck out of there.
âShane?â She sounded uncertain as he slipped out from under her hip.Â
The room was spinning again.
A hammer had started pounding behind his right eye.
He staggered to his feet.
âAre you okay? You donât⊠are you gonna beâŠ?â
He hadnât even taken his coat off. His boots were still on, heavy and loud as he made for the door.
âShane!â She said it once more, in a voice heâd never heard before. Choked, a little panicked.
He didnât look at her.
His face was wet. He didnât notice it until he stumbled outside. He should wipe it off, probably, but he didnât. The cold air stung.Â
He could still taste her.
He could still feel her.
He could still hear her and see her.
He wanted to taste her and feel her and hear her and see her.
It was a problem.
It was a real fucking problem.
The snow swirled.
His head pounded.
The farmer was a problem.
And it was more clear than ever that he absolutely did not have the tools he needed to solve it.
Head on over here for part 3 if you wanna
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#sdv fanfic#sdv shane#sdv smut#stardew valley fanfic#shane sdv#stardew valley shane#sdv requests#pepper problems
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Long post. tl;dr for like multiple personal mental health reasons I'm not gonna be here for a while. My Discord: minniusmaximus. My sfw blog: @braverybystarlight. Love y'all forreal and see you around (or not)
Anyways, I'm going to take a hiatus. I keep stressing out and feeling left behind when everyone's doin' a new thing and its probably a sign I need to get out more or at the very least do other things that aren't just chasing everyone else creatively.
I feel like I rely waaaay too much on public feedback just to do things I like and when I don't get any it puts me in a bad mood and makes me feel like nothing I do matters which sucks even if it's no one's fault and its my rejection sensitive dysphoria making any lack of reaction feel like a massive negative reaction.
There's also the matter of my job instability that's been making my life incredibly stressful and making it difficult to put too much thought and effort behind rp at the moment.
My current job sucks, I'm only like a week into the training stages and its putting massive drains on my mentals and my ability to be around in any capacity beyond just posting ooc posts. Like I've been upset at not getting much engagement but I don't think I've sent a single ask that wasn't a kind of jokey or short low investment thing in months.
I'm finally getting good news in that department though if you hadn't heard already so maybe this won't be a super long hiatus but I try not to make promises on that front lol.
Lastly (and you prolly knew this was coming) there's just the matter of Awoo. I can't stand her y'all, she pretended to be my friend for years, probably my longest one in fact and didn't even have the decency give me a reason before she blocked me and it's caused me to reflect on just how awful she's been to me in the last few years especially.
She's just like a bad person and ngl it bothers me that it feels like I'm mostly the only one that cares about how I was treated. And like I understand people might know her longer or not particularly know me well but that's just how I feel.
And maybe it makes me sound obsessed to be this mad over internet friendship but it's very hard to get over when she's so entrenched in my friend group. She can't even civilly exist in the same space as me she hates me so much and that's mad upsetting to think about. So idk, maybe I just need space from here in general and to focus on non lewd projects for a while until I can fully process that to move on from it.
In any case If I come back in like 2 weeks I'll see you soon lol, if I don't come back for a few months to a year I'll see you later, and if I never come back again and y'all don't follow me to Discord or my other projects then I'll miss each and every one of you.
#untainted thoughts(ooc)#long post#negative tw#drama tw#awoo mentioned#queueing this for a couple days and logging out#see ya around o/
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personal opinion
People goes too hard on George just because he is in Mercedes 2nd seat. Most of them never take to an account that George spent 2 years (i don't count 2021 Williams as bad for him) in a dogshit tractor of a car and is basically the extension of his F2 career but he is racing amongst other F1 cars. Then after 2021, he jumps into the second seat of a big team who is in a slump with ANOTHER tractor he needs to drive but he managed to get like 7 podiums, 1 sprint win, 1 race win, and 1 pole position of his career. He outscored his 7x World Champion teammate (ik LH luck is also shit in 2022 but still.. it's an achievement). Then in 2023, even though his luck is shit, he still matches the 7x world champion teammate in quali h2h. Imo if you put random driver from George's gen, (exc for maybe CL or MV) idt they can even get close to matching LH while at the same time handling the tractor of W13 & W14. Being able to handle such shitty car itself and outperform it while trying to match ur 7x world champ teammate is a skill and a feat itself.
People always say shit like George is gonna end up burn out after being LH's teammate just like VB or Kovalainen or prolly FA but it's all bullshit and semi copium narratives that people force themselves to believe when George is nowhere near the word burn out. One thing about George? His confidence and his mentality. Pulling himself up after each week of getting screwed by his own team and car while being pitted and pressured by the public to outperform his 7x world champion teammate with 10+ years of experience is not an easy feat to do yet George Russell manage to do it week in and week out.
I get pissed off at people thinking he's over just because he doesn't have 10293737 wins and poles and WDC at the age of 25. Like?? There are drivers in a better car, older than him that can win or at least compete for the WDC but didn't or drivers that fucked up the same or even more than george but somehow never gets painted as bad as George.
Again. For someone who drove F2 level car amongst in F1 for 2 years. For someone who almost matches his 7x world champion teammate with 10+ years of experience (despite George himself having only 1 year of real racing aka 2021 beforehand) is a big feat.
Not everyone can do this shit. You need big amount of skill and mental capacity to do this. And George Russell is one of the people who can do it.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2025 - Chorse
1:06 PM
Weird doing this not in my sketchbook, but I want it full of drawings, not weird word meandering.
What do I want to do today? Chorse (...yeah, I'm keeping that typo)? IDM sound editing? Jatlagging edit finishes? Start learning Unity or Godot? Sketchbooking? All of the above? Tired.
1) Blogging
2) Chores
Dishes
Cat litter
Vacuum
Trash and recycling out
3) Lunch
4) IDM editing
5) Jetlagging editing
6) Yuki over
2:26 PM
Been thinking a lot about AI art. It's been really grinding on me more than I realized. Fucking stolen garbage. Like, what's the point of making digital art, anyway, if it's gonna blend in with all the shitty AI slop? Not that my art is the kind of intricate renderings AI likes to copy. But I don't even like looking at art online much anymore because you keep crashing into that trash. I'm just wore down over it. Fuckin' resource wasting theft machine garbage.
So I've been thinking about making traditional art as a result. Tho' I didn't realize it for several months, that's also one of the factors that've had me utilizing my sketchbook more. Digital art is much more convenient--my iPad takes up less space than my sketchbook, pens, markers, or painting things, with much less setup and cleanup. Digital art's also hella easier to share. It's already pre-loaded in a computer friendly format, no scanning or photographing necessary. But also a little bit who cares? Because theft bot. Because I'm bad at sharing and engaging and cooperating in a community, and I just clam up and drift instead. Because I get so burnt out on the social aspect of sharing art that I don't end up building a community or following the few times I've managed to start getting some traction on that. I just end up scared and hiding. Because I need to not try and focus on Building An Art Career, I'm about to go back to school and try and become a vet, and that's going to eat my time and energy completely.
And because, though I like the way I make more things, I don't like the way putting pressure on myself to utilize my art for survival plays out. With burnout. With dissatisfaction. With expectations of response that aren't met, and that's no one's fault. Things take time to be found, and I don't know anything about how to actually promote my art. I'm always telling myself I just want to make things. And I do. But making them under the yoke of capitalism just crushes me. I'm too soft, and that's okay. But it does mean I have to make alternatives for myself.
So for the billionth time, I quit art business and am making just for me, again. I'm sure I'll turn around on that next week. Hells, this week I've already been thinking about the JOYS of monetizing game making and novel writing. And yeah, I want to make stuff. I want to make and share stories. I gooooooottta separate that from making money and survival in my head, because I simply cannot.

Sucks, cuz for so, so long I've spent my life churning myself into a froth that this time I'll be able to make art for a living.
4:05 PM
Vi heard back from the Swedish company yesterday (vi had a call scheduled with them). Aaaand it's a no. With all the craziness, the shit we're trying to escape here from the US, they're not willing to go through the hoops.
So that sucks.
So we'll keep trying. I'm glad I'm pursuing schooling, and signed up for community college (tho' I'm worried about affording classes), to help feel like I'm still moving on this. But it still really, really sucks.
5:08 PM
Okay, roughed out another scene of the IDM audio, the one I've got in my Audacity file as Track 4 - Sitting Ducks (am now on page 17 of 32 in the script). Next up is the scene where I finally bust out of my shackles and me and Knux finish our TFs!
Pulling all these clips from the big master is so fuckin' exhausting. I don't know why it feels so arduous. Prolly just maintaining my focus on audio stuff with very little to visually separate it. Ugh, I get lost so easy. I don't think there's a better method when we're recording cross country like this, but ugh. It's hard and I'm struggling. And I still haven't managed to set up the recording session with Gazzy, so even once I do polish this rough cut it'll be missing all of fuckin' Eggman (and Mark, but Mark is far less important).
6:10 PM
Ughgghhhhhh, I don't wanna figure out how to do the motion graphics part of the edit of our Jet Lag the Game thing! That sounds like so much woooooork...!
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Blurgh. I do want to finish it tho. Just gotta cut in the photos Vi and Yuki sent us, the maps, and pop together a trophy real quick. It probably won't actually be that much work, it's just that I've gotta figure out how to do it in Resolve, versus how I would do it in After Effects. And I'm a neophyte with After Effects anyway. It's just that learning new programs is such a headache. Blurgh. It would be really nice to finish this tonight, tho. Since Yuki should be here soon, anyway.
9:21 PM
Veterinary schools in Europe which offer programs in English:
The Lithuanian Veterinary Academy in Kaunas
The University of Zagreb - Croatia
Szent Istvan University in Budapest - Hungary
University of Veterinary and Pharmaceutical Science in Brno - Czech Republic
University of Veterinary Medicine in KoĆĄice - Slovakia
The University of Agricultural Sciences & Veterinary Medicine IaĆi - Romania
The University of Agricultural Sciences & Veterinary Medicine at Cluj-Napoca - Romania
Faculty of Veterinary Medicine at the University of Zagreb - Croatia
University of Nicosia, School of Veterinary Medicine - Cyprus
Soooo overwhelmed. Need to apply, and just whatever, but fuuuuuck, who the hell would accept me?
10:55 PM
We got to see Wolf Children at a Fathom event last night, it was absolutely outstanding, and I loved the shit out of it. So of course I had to draw some wolves when we got home.
Then today I made some deer to get practice in for drawing more cervine unicorns. Still dialing my eye back in on drawing from reference, I'm very out of practice, and drawing from photos on my phone's screen isn't ideal either. But still. Better than not using references.
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đ§ż Practice Gratitude Journal 4/3/2025 đ§ż
What do you appreciate and like about the things you own?
đ From what's been happening in my life lately, I am thankful for the clothes I have coz wearing and matching them eases my stress a bit.
Write down three things that happened today or in the last week for which you're grateful.
đ I'm really thankful for my sister who's with my brother right now taking care of him. I know how hard it is to stay in the hospital, so may God bless her and strengthen her immune system.
đ I'm very thankful for my brother's continues recovery!
đ While it's saddening that some of my coworkers didn't make it, I am still grateful to be able to pass to the next round.
Take five minutes to think about all the things for which you are grateful, and write down as many as you can.
đ Life
đ Another day
đ Safety
đ Healing
đ My brother's recovery
đ Good health
đ Good food
đ Job and opportunities
đ Family and true friends
đ My love, Joseph
đ Nice shelter
đ Nice weather
đ Water supply
đ Electricity
đ Internet access
đ Some financial blessings
Plan and implement an activity to express your gratitude.
đ Pushing through in being consistent with my daily morning and evening prayers, as well as writing the Practice Gratitude Journal every Monday and Thursday.
âšïž Additional Notes âšïž
It's April and my first entry of this journal for the month, so I'm gonna try my best not to complain as much and be negative. I am still hopeful that everything will fall into place and be okay again. Some changes are sad, but prolly necessary. I can't help but reminisce when I was still a child sometimes, when there were less worries and we're still a complete family. I do miss that a lot. But time flies by. When we take it for granted or the good people we are currently with, it even flies by faster.
All I'm saying is that, live your life! Enjoy the people you love and those who love you as much as you can. As cliche of an advice that is, reality remains, it really doesn't last.
Anyway, picture on the left was taken on the 1st. It's our neighbor's cats chillin. While the 2 on the right were taken earlier today. The top one was on my way home from work, while the bottom one was Travis the doggo being sentimental.
Moods: đGrateful, đCalm, đ„șSentimental
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Super epic tulpar adventures!
Chapter 2
god. that fucking straighty.... anya thought to herself as she stared at daisuke from across the table, staring at him as he ate his breakfast. i hope he chokes on a spoon someday.
"why are you looking at me like that?" daisuke suddenly asked.
anya was pulled out of her thoughts. "like what?"
daisuke sighed. "never mind..." he looked around. "where's the others?"
and just as he said that, curly and jimmy walked out of the medical room, with jimmy limping a little.
"oh my god, did the captain give you backshots or smth???" daisuke asked.
"no." curly said. "i bit his ankles cuz he was being a little bitch."
anya's eyes narrowed a little at the sight of jimmy. god, how much she hated him...
why is she looking at me like that...... jimmy thought to himself. she's so fucking weird....
i'm gonna kill you someday, jimbo. anya thought.
stop invading my mind-space you fucking horse. jimmy had to avert his gaze from her after he said (or thought???) that.
don't call me that. anya thought. no one in this ship has seen my full, true power yet... don't make me show them now...
damn she really IS weird... jimmy thought. why does she always act like she's some ancient eldritch god that us homo sapiens have forgotten about for centuries?
anya leaned back in her seat. i already lost everything once due to my inability to control my destructive behaviors, i won't let that happen again.....
everyone here is so weird, glad im the only normal one. curly thought.
"so, uhmmmm...." daisuke started. "has anyone seen swansea? i haven't seen him since the last time we prevented judgement day from happening."
"prolly in his room." curly said.
the crew fought jesus christ, who was about to judge everyone's day on earth and mars until they killed him and decided to use his heavenly powers and essence to make the tulpar go faster to mars without having to use up the gas.
jesus keeps coming back every few months and it's starting to bother them.
"why are we acting like fighting jesus christ to prevent judgement day is a natural occurrence." jimmy asked. "i am extremely perplexed."
"james." curly turned to face his co-pilot. "it's for the plan, remember? i told you, right? you trust me?"
jimmy looked down at the floor. "how can i trust you when you act so distant towards me?" he muttered. "you never tell me anything...."
curly looked away from jimmy. "im sorry for being distant..." he mumbled.
"HOLY SHIT. JIMCURLY MOUTHWASHING REAL??!?!??!?!" daisuke yelled. "MIDDLE AGED MEN YAOI I GOTTA TELL MY PARENTS!"
daisuke then got hit with multiple sweetener pouches.
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damn these kids are so stupid.... swansea thought. even more stupid than my stupid kids back at home.
swansea was vaping in his room, the flavored smoke from his glamorized metallic cigarette everywhere. the smell could kill a victorian infant.
the crew fought off jesus a week ago and swansea has been trying to recover since.
but i still have a plan to put into action. swansea thought. i will be nobody's defenseless harlot this time. i will save them all, even if they all ail me.
suddenly, the door to swansea's room opened. the man was welcomed with the sound of daisuke's coughing and wheezing.
"JESUS FUCK." the intern yelled. "IT SMELLS LIKE A STONER WEARING BATH AND BODY WORKS PERFUME AND TRAUMA REPRESSION IN HERE."
"DAISUKE." swansea shouted. "OF COURSE IT DOES. I'VE BEEN VAPING EVER SINCE THE THIRD TIME WE FOUGHT CHRIST. this has been going on for months, daisuke. how tf did you not realize earlier."
"i was busy snorting shit. anyways, the crew has been worried abt you and sent me down to check if you're okay since we haven't seen you in a week." daisuke replied.
swansea sighed before putting away his vape and getting out of his bed. "im trying to isolate myself as a response to trauma, but fine. i'll play your little games."
why does everyone here doubt me...... daisuke thought.
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curly was down in the cockpit, staring out into the void of space.
"my plans of complete domination over mars is almost complete." he muttered to himself. "the only things left to do is to land on port, and then..."
"CURLY! CAPTAIN!" jimmy bursted in through the doors. "look what i found our mechanic carrying around."
jimmy threw a vape in curly's direction. the captain caught it and studied it in his hands. "huh- K-KYYAAAA??!?!" curly exclaimed. "A VAPE?!?!? what the fuck...."
"yeah, apparently, he's been smoking it up in secret ever since we fought off jesus a week ago." jimmy replied. "pretty wild stuff, tbh. you wanna take a hit?"
curly sighed. "fine, i mean, we gotta do SOMETHING."
then the cockpit smelled like fruits and depression for the next five hours.
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November 17, 2024- 110.2 ish
Itâs all going to shit again and itâs my fault.
Iâm âfixingâ it by water fasting for 6 days.
I crave a cigarette and I havenât tasted one in two months now. Just sounds nice with the cold air. Maybe Iâll go out on the roof and have one on Friday.
My partner came home. Heâs sitting on the bathroom floor doing homework while Iâm in the bath. Really annoyed the past two days, but I stopped taking my bipolar meds and anxiety so thatâll do it. Still taking my apple cider vinegar and green tea weight loss pill.. only one the next few days since itâs water fast diet of lemon water, diet soda, black coffee, and plain herbal or black tea. I could have a bang or 0 cal energy drink on Friday but no money til then. Iâll break about 142 hours or longer on sat. Iâll take a bite of something. No more than that I have to be careful not to hurt my tummy. Iâm going to feel so good. Iâll be 50 hrs in when I go back to work Tuesday. Work for 3 days. Good activity.. Iâll work really hard. Fasting so I feel better. They wonât fire a sick person whoâs brother attempted suicide and they need me itâs end of the year. I wonât screw up anymore. I wonât be so worthless anymore. Itâs a bit crazy trying to lose 10 pounds in 6 days but hey itâs possible. Iâve never water fasted longer than half a day. Nearly a week will only trim my down, take away any bloat and make me feel light as a feather. This will make me feel better⊠every 10 hours I can have soda or a drink or tea or something.. maybe 5. In 5 hours itâll be almost 4. Iâll have a soda. 5 more hours itâll be almost 9, Iâll have ginger tea or something. Drink my black coffee in a small cup so itâs more manageable and more like 1 cal the 1-2 cal tea and coffee will have wonât break just 10 from the energy drink would cause just cause. My fast my rules. Monday Iâll fall asleep at 8 or 9. Prolly 8 just to make sure. Iâll start taking iron. My leg circulation has been fucking up. B/p free face in⊠well by Dec 1. Guess my limit for camping will be 400. Might stay that too con then go up to 742 then back down.. after ⊠god thanksgiving is the 26. Thatâs in nevermind the 28⊠still thatâs 10 days. My limit will stay 400 for the camping tree and Iâll go back to water fasting when we get back⊠742 cal limit for thanksgiving then back to water fasting depending. If Iâm 99 in 6 days, or even 101.2. No 99, I can go to 400 after thanksgiving til con but thatâs just 9 days. Thatâs 216 hours.. 3 days more than what Iâm doing now. Only an hour and half in.. the fucking irony of my stomach making noises because of the pill moving my food and my fat gut digesting pizza and he asks if I want anything for lunch. His appetite has come back some. But Iâm still only 74 pounds lighter⊠our difference needs to be drastic.. if I were 84 heâd be 100 pounds more than me. But heâs gonna lose more.. 74 pounds lighter than me then heâd be 158⊠prolly as far down as heâll get anyway⊠itâs so triggering to me.. Iâll have to lose weight fasting like this. Iâm clipping all my nails when I get out of the shower. Maybe Iâll paint them. He whispered I love you. Doesnât sound like him. That fake. God he wonât touch me rn why did he think it would be so easy for me to touch her last night? We just had that conversation JUST a few hours before. Then turned it around like I was the bad one. Theyâre about to be so busy with work I can at least fake eat. Iâll not ask for food from their job. Hell maybe Iâll drop a cup size by Dec 1 thatâd be nice. Imma finish my wig⊠well one of them today. And drink my water and whatnot. Maybe if I faint at thanksgiving my dad will give a shit. I have to be smaller and clearly sicker than my dumb ass step sister⊠taking laxatives.. god and she looks like an ugly witch right now. At least when Iâm thin Iâm pretty.. I want her to see me and how I do it so much better. I want them to wonder what happened to me and worry. My dad will give me money to try and encourage me to get groceries and Iâll be grateful. I just want them to care. The perfect little partner on this camping trip. He can pull me onto his lap. Theyâll be wine Iâm sure. His parents are fancy. My sweet reward for my hard work. Only needing a glass to get a good buzz. Theyâll order that fancy pizza. Iâll grab a small piece and take a bite. Two bites for symbolism. Maybe eat the slice.
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Today i got a meeting bc my numbers were low for a second day in a row and when i mentioned that id probably be faster if i wasnt experiencing A Pain in my body and he mentioned that i could go home but itd be another occurance and then said "the two excuses i hear the most are pain and the freight being bad, and from the looks of it youre fine and the freight is too" like im sorry i havent had a period in 6 months and i think my uterus is trying to invert itself inside of my body. Be nice to me before i explicitly describe what that feels like in detail to you and we both have to go to HR about it!!! But switching happened after to handle the Emotions and i asked him to do a random safety audit on me without telling me and i passed just fine so he said as long as i keep a steady pace through the night like i did when he audited ill be fine and we got the number back higher.
I still have to think about my job as a combination of school and salmon run to survive it but whatever works for me i guess. Have to be here i go on break when they tell me and i have to meet a quota.
I get praise if i meet it and a passive agressive talking to if i dont. This is so mr grizz coded. Also its stupid to expect 100% productivity when you, yourself, said that it takes roughly 6 weeks to get your body adjusted to the constant movement and ive been here for FOUR. And only 2 weeks actually doing things in my area hands on. Which is 7 days bc i havent worked tomorrow. Thays bananas and i think its silly so idc.
Also the rule that "if you need to rearrange a box so it fits then you packed it too full" is really stupid and i dont follow it because if i have a big cardboard box sitting on all of the smaller ones it wont fit but if i just move everything on top of it its fine. It literally takes less time than closing a partially full box bc that takes me longer than just dumping the box onto the line, putting the big item in, then putting stuff back ontop AND THEN closing the box. I can easily put more in this box without going over the handle. You want me to make a wasted movement to prevent a different one. I am very proud of my ability to follow rules unless they are stupid and no one can give me a better answer than "um its just the rules" like. Okay then unless its like some actual problem im gonna keep doing it suck my peanits.
I am also considering just giving myself a lunch budget for the workweek instead of prepping lunch bc i actually cannot handle doing the dishes during the week bc before work and after work is my only free time </3 i dont want to touch something gross or wet </3 ill do the trash or sweep or clean A Surface but dishes is no so tomorrow morning im gonna knock them out so i can enjoy the weekend and stuff cuz im gonna cook alot of tomato and feta to freeze sauce abd i can sense the dishes already
Overall today was mid. Again. And one of my coworkers i thought was nice put his two weeks in but i figured hed prolly get fired soon cause hes taken off more than hes worked so hes def out of PTO and u only get two absences/occurances in ur 90 day/orange vest (im at 1 out of 2 en and im scared idk how he does it) and his brother bit the snot out of his arm and left a huge bite wound while on meth and he lost custody (tbf his apartment is getting demolished due to rain damage... but from what he said he shouldve gotten it instead but im a bystabder in all of this. I hope the kid has a nice life she doesnt deserve to be between the drama her parents have)
I think is freakeng weed time bc im sooo emotions still. And i have an edible for edible + park tome so im Considering tomorrow taking it and going to the park around 5 am for a Magical Time with the sunrise
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i forgot to tag the actual relevant art tags im so fucking stupid i need to go to bed
getting my computer out to copy paste my tag bullshit in reblogs so i can actually tag it properly đ
(original tags under the cut) (warning for long and rambley and probably incomprehensible idk)
#hopefully itâs okay to tag you đŹđ#but idk i finally had the brainpower to start it and was like holy shit#start and finish#idk one of the things about qsmp when it was still going on and i was still paying attention that made me so :(((( was how little support#that q!slime had#like he kinda sorta had philza in a wow you should prolly not do that m8 but iâm not gonna stop you kinda way#(if i remember correctly(and only from charlieâs streams pov so could be different in memory and in philâs pov))#and then he had quackity as a support system like not a great one but iâd say they were friends#and then quackity got kidnapped lmao#and then he had q!wilbur for a week#who super didnât like gegg but DID like charlie and thatâs something#so he had like two (2) people (until baghera and him clicked)#like idk i feel like mf needed so much help and he never got it (fair) (he also didnât log in much and is jokey guy lmao so)#but like idk i remember really liking his interactions w etoiles cause etoiles is so fucking cool ??? holy shit ???? i miss seeing people#liveblogging him on the dash#and i really loved their dynamic but idk i guess i donât ship people a lot unless theyâre big ships im not used to rare pairs#but holy fuck the dynamic i love them#and please god help that slimey freak nobody else is going to do it and youâre stubborn enough to do it yourself#NEED to draw more qsmp members i didnât realize how few id drawn till my other dump of drawings#like iâve drawn bolas#+ bbh fit pac tubbo(and fred) quackity multiple times qwilbur forever has exactly one (1) tiny doodle#maxo i have one doodle but its the back of his head lmao#i keep trying to list bolas members again forgetting that i blanket covered them all w saying bolas#for eggs iâve drawn dapper as an egg#chayanne and tallulah as humanized/dragon hybrid deal and then thatâs it#i got fixated on genloss after that and got distracted#and then for purgatory the eggs werenât around so i wasnât doodling them then either#OH IVE DRAWN FLIPPA AND TĂLIN#like to the point where my phone knew to add the accent i guess#NOOOOO IM OUT OF TAGS PLEASE I DONT TALK TO ANYONE THIS IS ALL I HAVE NOOOOOOOMY TAGS MY TAGS
ANYWAY HERES STARCICLE

itâs not really explicitly shippy but thatâs what i was thinking about while i did it lmao so the energy is there
the flat color one i might do more w later idk
but i had a starcicle fic* by @mad-c1oud bookmarked since before the server imploded cause i saw a mutual recommend it and i finally sat down and read it like a week ago and omfg i miss qsmp and id never drawn etoiles before (havenât drawn many members tbh) and i had to rectify that immediately
*link below the cut :) âŹïž
>:]
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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader
Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because âSamu got the midnight munchies lol). You donât have anything specific in mind; youâre just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.
A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P
Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Brosâąïž, Osamu's kinda baby đ€§
Osamuâs not good at smoking.
He doesnât really know how to inhaleâyou know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whateverâand when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, heâs always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.
And also, like every baby smoker, he canât really tell when itâs kicking in until heâs off the deep end.
âCan you feel it yet?â
âNo.â
You shoot Osamu a glance where heâs sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumuâs TV with a glazed-over look on his face. âYou sure? Your eyes are super red.â
âI canât feel it. Give itââ He holds out his hand and honestly youâre pretty sure heâs had plenty, but itâs Atsumuâs vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.
God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.
Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him⊠Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. âWant some water?â
Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (whoâs been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive homeâŠwhoops. Guess youâre spending the night at Atsumuâs place.
Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like theyâre itchy, which they probably are. âHey, can weâ uhh⊠Do we have pancakes.â
âPancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?â
âYeah, thereâs leftoversâŠI made you extra and you didnât want them.â He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. âIf you donât want them Iâm going to eat them.â
âWait, 'Samuââ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the showâitâs a really good sceneâbut you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because youâre pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. Heâs kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.
âWhat is all this stuff? UghâŠâ Osamu's pawing through the fridge. Thereâs a lot of crinkling, plastic soundsâyou catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.
You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. âTakeout? I donât think he cooks.â Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You donât envy 'Tsumu.
Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. âGrossâŠwho lives like thisâŠâ
You snicker into your hand.
âI canât find the pancakes.â 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.
âTheyâre not here.â
âYou ate them?â
âNo, Iâ Hey, put those back in,â you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and thereâs takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.
âYou threw away my pancakes?â Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. âI made those for youâŠâ
âI didnât throw them away, theyâreââ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. Heâs so cute when he smokes. ââtheyâre at home.â
âAt home?â
âYep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?â
âOh.â Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. Youâre wearing one of his hoodies. âWeâre not at home?â
âNope. Weâre at Atsumu's place,â you tell him through a giggle.
He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. âWhy?â
âBecause weâre out of weed and he said heâd smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.â
âOh. We do?â
âYes.â
ââŠâKay.â It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. â(Y/N), I'm hungry.â
âI know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I donât think heâll miss it.â
'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. âI want pancakes.â
âThe pancakes are at home, remember?â
âYeahâŠâ Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. âI could make some?â
More pancakes? âI donât think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. OrâŠbaking soda?â Youâre not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.
He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and heâs so pretty that you canât stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. Heâs mine.
You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. âIs there anything else you want to eat?â
âOnigiri.â
âOhâŠâ Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. âSure. Ok. Thatâs your specialty.â
âI want ya to make it for me.â
âWhat?â You frown and pull your hand out of his. âYou know my cooking sucks.â
âNo it doesnât. (Y/N)âs foodâs the best.â
âYou own an onigiri shop, come onââ
âPlease?â
One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. âOkay, fine. But you canât complain about it if itâs not good.â
He smiles and you want to blush. âYes! I promise.â
So you do it for him. Even though youâre high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.
It takes youâŠmaybe half an hour to be done? Itâs hard to gauge time when youâre high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.
âHere,â you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.
He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.
âWhat do you think?â you ask in spite of yourself.
âUmmâŠsalty,â Osamu says.
You grab one to try yourself and itâs salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. âI told you it would be bad,â you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.
âNooooâŠitâs good,â he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.
âShut up.â You tug a little harder but Osamu doesnât let go.
He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. âSo good. I love it.â
âShut up. You sound so fake. Youâre going to get sick if you eat that.â You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending itâs edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, theyâre awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.
When youâre done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. âIs it bedtime yet?â 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.
The clock over the oven says itâs past 4. âYes. Itâs bedtime.â
âWaitâweâreâŠweâre not at home, right? Weâre at 'Tsumu's?â
âMhm.â
âI prolly drove hereâŠI dunno if I can drive now,â Osamu tells you slowly, like heâs apologizing. âI think I'm kinda high.â
âOh yeah?â You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. âHow do you feel?â
âDizzy. Blurry? LikeâŠyouâre in slow-motion.â His hands come up to layer over yours. âYouâre pretty in slow-mo.â
âPrettier than usual?â
Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. âSame amount, just slower. So itâs easier to see.â
âThat so?â You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because heâs earned it. âYou know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think weâre going to have to have a sleepover.â
âOn the couch? Sânot big enough for us both.â
âYou can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bedâŠor I guess you could sleep on the ground?â
'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. âCan we share the bed?â
âI think Atsumu's gonna want it. Itâs his house.â
âBut heâs already sleeping.â
True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenboroughâs description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him upâmatter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because itâs a huge messâbut 'Samu's already pulling you away. And youâre so sleepy.
âHeâs going to be pissed tomorrow,â you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.
âDonât careâŠI hate sleeping without you.â
âYeah,â you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like youâre the literal best thing in the entire universeâand you decide you should get him high more often. âSame.â
#osamu miya x reader#osamu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu#hq#hq x reader#hq imagines#hq fluff#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu!! fluff#osamu#osamu miya
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dating george weasley and being a ravenclaw
warnings: stupidly [wickedly] hot men named george fabian weasley, kinda smut, cussing fs, angst because our angel is insecure, also i may have almost cried writing this and itâs sO LONG I AM SO SORRY
people that may like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @gcdric (whenever youâre back! :)) @theweasleyslut @thehufflepuffwife @lupinsclassroom @wand3ringr0s3 @kitwalker02 @monoscandal @pansydaisy
iâm obsessy espressy w this pic btw please take it for your enjoyment

this man boy
is so enamored with you
he doesnât even really know a whole lot about you at first, stealing glances from across the great hall
listening intently when you answer questions in class
he starts to memorize the way you roll your eyes when you ask snape a question you canât answer
and the way you wrinkle your nose when someone stereotypes you based on your house
youâre fiery, but youâre so poised for quick answers and sharp looks
he would pay big money to have you roast him during class like you do to cormac when he tries to hit on you a lot
which earns him many a revenge prank
and then he starts to try and talk to you, rather foolishly at first
but he finds it so intensely sexy the banter you two get involved in during these interactions
âIf it isnât my favorite little bird, Y/N ;)â
âArenât there other nests for you to bother, Weasley?â
âNone that I find as mildly riveting, my dear, I do love a bird that chirps backâ
âDo you like ones that bite, too?â
âI donât know if your beak is sharp enough, loveâ
âCome up to me when Iâm reading again, and Iâll give you some harder evidence of just how bad my bite is hmm?â
(Unbeknownst to you as you walk away, heâs already got some harder evidence growing in his jeans...)
he doesnât stop searching you out, determined to prove to you heâs enough
you two after about a week and a half finally go out to hogsmeade on your first date
he takes you to the three broomsticks where you both drink butterbeer and make deep conversation for hours until close
thereâs a point where he makes you laugh so hard you snort and spit out some of your butterbeer
which makes him snort and spit out his butterbeer
he realizes a couple things then:
1) heâs obsessed with the way you tell stories or talk passionately about the subjects you love. he adores watching how you light up everywhere in your body and talk so fast at points you canât breathe
2) he wants to live in your head. he studies the way you think and watches you intently as you process punchlines and stories and memories and he realizes
i need to be something she thinks about
and without realizing it while youâre laughing super hard he puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you like itâs the last night on this planet
after about 12 seconds he pulls away and starts to turn red seeing your blank face unmoved
âi-iâm really sorry i promise i didnt mean to be that guy i just-â
and youâre pressing into him everywhere mouth and body and mind and heâs drinking you in like the butterbeer stained on his scarf and he is totally balls deep in love with you
you two are inseparable after that, making it official on the walk back to the castle
if youâre going on a stress tangent about how much work you have, for Beverly negative thought heâll press a kiss to a pet of your face until youâre giggling and a mess and youâre kissing him back and then youâre on the table in the library...
âGeorgie, youâre gonna kill my grades if we keep doing this!â
âYou kill me everytime you blink for godricâs sake and yet here I am!â
he is a simp
he says he isnât but anytime you bring out the âgeorgie, pleaseâ or âlove, pleaseâ he turns to butter
fred thinks itâs the funniest shit and he capitalizes on it constantly
he calls you his little bird
most specifically his mockingbird because he claims you always set him at ease and make him feel like everything is centered
and heâs right, you do
you center the wild fire in him when he needs to breathe and look around
you see parts of him that arenât balanced
thereâs a night when you walk in on him just curled on his bed crying
your beautiful boy alone and sad and you instinctively start to cry too
You wrap your arms around him as he turns to you and buried his head in your lap. George, my love, whatâs wrong?â
âI-Iâm not like Fred Iâm not like Charlie Iâm sure as shit not like Bill Iâm not like anyone thatâs actually importantâ he chokes
âGeorge-â
âNo, you donât understand, Y/N. Iâm not good enough. For anyone. And I see it and hear about it everyday when my mum brags about how great her kids are and save us for last and when Fred can never shut up about how good he is at EXISTING and I-it swallows me whole, Y/N, I cant feel like this anymoreâ his body wracks out a harsh sob and you hold him like this
You hold him until he can start to fall asleep and you lay with him until you too, are asleep when he wakes up to tell you
âI love you. Forever, Y/N.â
And you push the hair off his lightly sweaty forehead and tell him âand I love YOU, George Weasley.â and you two fall back asleep happy crying in each otherâs arms
he sees you struggle too
struggle with your workload
struggle with your own insecurities of not being good enough for him
telling him youâre just a girl that talks a lot about weird stuff and that you bring him down and he every time cups your face in his hands and pulls you down into him and says
âI love you here.â And kisses your forehead. âI love your mind.â And kisses below your earlobe âand I love you here. How you listen to people and always know what to sayâ and he kisses your nose âand I love you here, how you snort when you laugh really hard.â And he finally lands on your mouth, staying there for a moment, âand I love you most of all here. When you speak everything in your head and laugh and sing and talk and just breathe, my love. Youâve always been enough in all those places.â He presses one more kiss to your forehead and murmurs âI love you everywhere.â
anyway itâs time for spicy stuff
bow chicka wow wow as Fred would prolly say
George loves fucking you in the library itâs canon
he loves hoisting you on a table or against the stacks and murmuring against your skin how loud you are for him
âIs my little bird wanting to chirp a little louder?â He pries your thighs farther apart prompting a squeak and a small whine. âThere it is, love, taking me so well...keep quiet, angel donât want Pince to know how much of a cockslut you are for me writhing against the shelves do you?â
whew chile anyways
he also likes to touch you when youâre reading to him
but will stop and pull his face away from your neck and your hand from your core when you stop reading to him
âAngel, are you so much of a slut that you canât focus on the words in front of you?â
âN-no, Georgie, oh my god right thereâ
âThereeee, it is-â
mmmmm heâs hot fuck on GOD
when you guys slept together for the first time, he brought you to the *ding ding ding* restricted section after hours
he set up a whole ass blanket and relit the candles and brought pillows
it was very much making love to george and he whispered sweet nothings and praises in your ear the entire time
ugh what a MAN
anyway, TO THE BURROW WE GO!
molly fucking adores you
âMy George brought home a beautiful Ravenclaw? Please know, Y/N he is an idiot most of the time and we wouldnât be hurt if you found an out-â
âJESUS MUM LEAVE ME ALONE SKENSOWOWKWKKWâ
again, Fred really does love you and enjoy your company
frequently comments about truly how unconditionally happy George has been, and how happy it makes him to see his younger twin so confident and full of joy
he also wouldnât say this out loud but the more confident georgie gets, the better his prank plans become
i mean after all - he is the brains of the operations ;)
every chance he gets when youâre around his family or really anyone, heâll sneak up behind you and plant a hearty kiss on your cheek and a quick âILOVEYOUâ in your ear before running off to do god knows what
oh, yâall bicker constantly
and by bicker i just mean argue about like
aliens
or is Wyoming a state
just like factually dumb but quirky shit
youâve only had a fight like ONE time
and it was because George took a prank too far with Fred and you didnât talk to him for an entire day
and because George has a lot of separation anxiety plus fear of abandonment he did not take it really well
You had gone back to your room after dinner in the Great Hall. For the whole day George didnât eat. You knew because you hadnât seen him anywhere in the Hall, and none of your classes. When you opened the door you saw him crouching knees pressed to his chest on your bed, he looked like a ghost. He met eyes with you and choked out a sob and ran to you, you opening your arms to hold him. âPlease forgive me, Y/N I know youâre hurt but please donât leave me Iâll be better next time I promiseâ he got faster and you knew he couldnât breathe so you just whispered to him you werenât going to leave youâll be with him and youâll stay and mistakes happen, you promise. âGeorgie, I promise Iâm never leaving. Okay?â He nodded into your shoulder, hunched into you. âI love you so much it hurts.â âI know, Georgie. I know.â
regardless for all his quirks and all his fears and hurts
there is nothing you wouldnât do
to spend every waking moment with this boy
your love
and he, for the first time, knows he is enough
#George weasley#george weasley x ravenclaw!reader#George weasley smut#george weasley imagine#george weasley headcanon#harry potter imagine#harry potter headcanon#Harry Potter
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Oh I absolutely love these things! Thanks for the tag!
Are you named after anyone?
Only kind of. My middle name used to be my dad's name. While my name is technically not that anymore I still have some attachment to it in retrospect.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Funnily enough it was like a week or two ago. I only cry maybe once a year so if this question came a few weeks earlier I would've had absolutely no idea.
3. Do you have kids?
Nope!
4. What sports do you play/ have played?
I was on my high school's swim team but haven't done anything since. I'm too lazy to do anything consistently.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
I use it pretty often when talking out loud, less so when typing things out.
6. Whatâs the first thing you notice about people?
Hairstyle and color probably.
7. Whats your eye colour?
Blue
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Really not sure what to do with this one cause I love both of these things. They're really not mutually exclusive so I'm just gonna say both! Though if I absolutely had to pick one it would be happy endings. While I enjoy angst from time to time, and think it can be a fascinating catalyst for incredible character moments, if the story isn't happy in the end I just feel depressed, and my investment in the characters and events of the thing feels hollow and unfulfilled. My inability to enjoy stories with bad endings goes doubly for fanfiction lmao y'all are ruthless.
9. Any talents?
I'm good at writing when I can get up the motivation for it. Other than that I have a pretty fast typing speed I'm a bit proud of.
10. Where were you born?
Middle of nowhere in the midwest usa
11. What are you hobbies?
I play a lot of video games but other than that I enjoy reading, manga mostly, and trying new creative outlets every once in a while. I don't think I write consistently enough to classify it as a hobby at this point but I'm hoping to get back into it so maybe it still counts.
12. Do you have any pets?
There's an adorable dog back at my parent's home I miss her a lot
13. How tall are you?
I haven't checked in years. Last time I checked it was 6'1 but I've been told it's prolly more since then.
14. Favourite subject in school?
I always loved my computer programming classes, though my literature courses in college were also pretty great.
Dream job?
There's a lot of things I'd like to do, most of which I feel my passion for would not survive the corporate industry of doing them as an actual career. For that reason I don't really know if I believe a dream job is possible in the current state of capitalist hell, but I got a position at the public library in my county recently and I think I could be pretty content with that.
Thanks again for the tag! I'm always really nervous about tagging other people in these things so instead I'm gonna do my usual thing and take this time to give an open invitation to anyone who sees this to go for it and do it themselves if they want to. Learning more about people is always nice.
15 Questions 15 Mutuals
@kaiarchives tagged me in this game that I haven't had the pleasure of seeing before, so that's exciting. The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.
1. Are you named after anyone?
No.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Last Sunday. I don't think it was for any particular reason, I just had a headache and was feeling down.
3. Do you have kids?
No.
4. What sports do you play/have played?
I played a bit of a football as a kid and a bit of volleyball for school. I also did range shooting in my tween years.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Quite a lot. I've been trying to cut back and be a bit more genuine, but my habit for being sarcastic and my generally low moods have given me a bit of Resting Bitch Voice, so people don't always pick up on it.
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Facial shape I think. Before I learn someone's name I generally remember them by the shape of their jaw and cheeks.
7. What's your eye color?
Blue, but it's a kinda greyish blue.
8. Scary movies or Happy endings
I like scary movies with happy endings. Give me protagonists who face down with the worst of humanity or the nasties of the world and come out alive and swinging, if not a bit traumatized.
9. Any talents?
I'm told I have a way with words. In general I don't believe in talent in the "innate skill" way though.
10. Where were you born?
Oslo, Norway.
11. What are your hobbies?
Writing, reading, movies, video games (mostly strategy and roguelikes,) I used to sing in a choir and I kind of want to get back into that.
12. Do you have any pets?
No. Haven't really had the opportunity to, but I'd like to get a dog someday.
13. How tall are you?
178 cm, so... what, 5'10?
14. Favorite subject in school
Language and it's not close at all. Social Sciences as a second place I suppose.
15. Dream Job?
Author. Give me a way to live from writing and I'll churn out books at a brazen clip. It might drive me crazy, but it'll be worth it.
As for the tags: @frostedlemonwriter @shay-puppitty @longwuzhere @indigostudies @an-elegant-void @mjjune @marlenadutch @fire-but-ashes-too @meerawrites @sparrowrising @silverslipstream @floweryprosegarden @the-secondborn-of-seven @chishiio @a-had-matter
#citadel speaks#seeing this in my notifications made my day#seriously I love doing these and getting tagged for them makes me so happy
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Sweet Night 5
Jae x Reader
âIâm sorry.â I said while still damping the tissue on his wet hoodie.
âItâs okay. What were you saying again?â He took the tissue from me and he do it on his own.
âOh I was just gonna ask if you are?â I raised my lanyard to show the keychain to him. His small eyes widen when he saw it.
âHow did you now?â He asked. So itâs true??? OMG!!!! My lips formed a big smile. I canât believe, Iâm going to tell it to Ara she would be excited.
âI saw your stuff animalsâ collection.â I said cheerfully and pointed his shelves.
He looked at It and returned his eyes on me. He still looked confused so I tried to explain what I mean.
âI actually have a friend, she gave me this and she told me itâs a merch from a kpop group, you have the same so I assumed that you are..â He looked at me waiting me to continue speaking. I can clearly see the nervousness from his eyes. He might think that Iâll tell to other people what I know.
âYou are a fan too.â
âPlease donât tell it to other people-â
We spoke at the same time but I heard what he said. He softly laughed and scratched the back of his nape.
âYeah.. thatâs right.. Iâm a fan too.â He shyly said.
âDonât worry I wonât say it.â I said, now Iâm hesitating if Iâm gonna share this to Ara. I bet she would be happy if I told her that I have a fanboy friend. Itâs still weird for me to have a neighbor that is my friend too because Iâm not that friendly. What in a bigbang theory is this, except that weâre both introverts and he donât have a Sheldon.
âUh have you seen or heard anything about that group?â He suddenly asked. I shook my head.
âNah. I only know that theyâre one of the kpop groups.â I said. I heard him laughed so I looked at him. âWhy?âdid I said something wrong?
âNothing. I think theyâre more of a kband than a kpop but thatâs okay.â He explained. I know nothing about any of that but I like bands for sure I would like them. I almost forgot about the group that Ara said to me earlier, Iâll try to listen to them maybe I would like them too, the thing is I forgot their group name, Iâll just ask Jae if he knows it.
âBy the way you know a kpop group that has kids in their name?â
âStray Kids?â
âYeah! thatâs right, Stray Kids.â
âYou like them?â
âNot really Iâll just start listening to them actually.â He nodded. âMy friend will bring me to their concert so..â
âReally? Thatâs awesome.â
âYou can come too. I will tell to my friend.â I suggest. Since heâs a fan too might as well invite him to their concert. âHave you attended a concert before? Because I havenâtâ I laughed.
âYeah Iâve been into some concerts, I perform there.â He said the last words under his breath so I didnât hear it clearly.
âHa?â I asked but he only shook his head and smiled at me.
âIâll try to join you with your friend in the concert.â
âCool!! Iâd let you know..â I said. I wonder if he has other socials, but I still donât know how his name spelled so itâs hard to find him. âAnyway, I think my job here is done so Iâm now gonna head out. I have to feed the cat.â
We walked over his opened door. Before I turn and bid him goodbye he spoke.
âHowâs Minnie by the way. I havenât seen her.â He said. Of course you havenât, you didnât leave your room for a week.
âShe eats a lot and whines a lot. So if you heard her in the middle of the night please donât knock on my door.â He let out a smiley laugh where I can see his pearly white teeth and the disappearance of his eyes.
âItâs a cute cat. I wonât get mad.â He assures.
âIâll keep that in my mind.â I raised my finger and pointed my head. I glance at his stretched lips, and that smile. what? I didnât say that.
Today is Friday and I got off from work extra early. When this happens usually Ara and I would go to mall to window shop or I just accompany her but today she told me that she has something to go to. Also, I didnât tell Ara about Jae yet, maybe soon if he agrees to come with us to the concert.
I went straight home after my shift so I can go to market. Minnie is running out of cat food supply and Iâm running out of food too. I also want to have a chill night where Iâd lay on my bed while I watch sum movies. I quickly changed my polo into a shirt and sweats. I wore the glasses that I only wear when I use my computer or phone. I went in front of my mirror to check myself. I stared at my reflection for a long time trying to examine what seems weird. Was it my face? I donât have dirt on my face and I donât look tired either. Itâs the clothes. I look like Jae. Sweats and glasses, I look comfy as heck.
I donât want to spend time just to change so Iâll just ignore that I accidentally dressed up as my neighbor, as if that I would bump into him today, I barely see that guy. I carry my tote bag with my phone and wallet in it, and I wore my slides. I left my apartment and locked it.
âYouâre going out too?â
I jolted when I heard a voice. Speaking of my neighbor, in fact I donât even have to turn around just to know who it is. Still, I turned around to face him.
âYeah, just grocery and you?â Thank g heâs wearing a black hoodie while mineâs gray.
âI need to pick up something.â He said while heâs locking his door.
âWhere do you grocery shop?â He asked. I waited him so we can walk together.
âEmart.â
âMy way is also there; do you want a ride? I already booked a grab.â He showed me his phone with the said grab. I mean free ride? Of course I do.
âSure.â The lift opens so we enter. From 15 floor going to ground floor is a long ride so I made myself busy by observing every single thing that I see here inside the lift. When we entered there are already sum people inside, 2 guys and a couple who canât keep their hands off each other. Not that Iâm judging them, but from what I can see, what theyâre doing considered PDA already. Hugging, laughing and teasing like thereâs no tomorrow.
I donât know if those guys are annoyed too and just trying to ignore them or maybe itâs just only me. I glanced to Jae to see what heâs doing, looks like heâs not bothered at all. His left hand slipped inside the pocket of his pants; other hand is on his phone.
Another person entered the lift. I moved backwards so she can have space. The couple moves backwards too so theyâre now standing beside me, I can even feel her bag nudging my arm but I tried to ignore it. Within a hot minute her arm hit my side causing me to bumped Jae. I looked at the couple as calm as I can possibly can.
âIâm sorry miss.â âsorry miss.â They both said in union.
âItâs okay.â I said calmy and showed my nicest smile. I want my afternoon to be chill and stress free plus I may see them again I want to protect my pure reputation as a good neighbor. Suddenly I felt a hand on my elbow that slowly pulled me closer to him. I felt an electric shock that send shivers all over my body. I stood frozen next to him because of how close we are. I can even smell his perfume, itâs like a mixture of fresh fruity and baby powder. I wonder where he bought it.
He let go of my arm when we reached the ground floor. We walked towards the entrance of the building but I stayed walking behind him. He looked back at me and stopped walking so I can catch up with him. When we got out the building, we can see that thereâs a car already waiting. Jae made me get on first and I thought that he would sit beside the driver but he sat next to me.
Itâs rush hour already and we weâre caught by traffic. I stared outside the car window like I always do when I commute. Thereâs time where Iâm channeling my main character vibes when I look outside the window. None of us is taking and the sound from the cardio radio playing sum R&B soul songs was the only noise. Jae was busy scrolling through his phone, though I donât want to bother him but I feel like I should speak.
âSo where are you heading to?â I blurted out. I tried not to look at him directly so I stared at the driverâs seat.
âSomewhere near the TBD Companyâ
âIsnât that where most celebrityâs hangout or sumthin?â Iâve never been into that area and I know that, that place is one of the richest districts.
âWell not all because I go there all the time.â He said before he turned off his phone and looked at me.
âHave you ever bumped to a celebrity?â I asked. For sure he had at least once, especially when he said that he have been there a lot.
âJust some of them. Iâve always seen Mark Tuan in a coffee shop that I go to, you know him?â Is he kidding? I think heâs the only famous person that I could remember that Ara ever told me. She showed me a video clip of him dancing and I think I forgot to breathe for a sec, plus he got the cutest smile. I must admit that prolly have a thing for peopleâs smile.
âYou mean the very good-looking guy?â I said in awe and he laughed at my reaction. Well, I only said what know is true.
âYeah, that very good-looking guy.â He said casually as if that he knows him but heâs still laughing. Wait if he seen some celeb then he might have seen his Kpop Idols.
âHow about your favorite Kband? Day6?â Iâm honestly just guessing, but I believe most of the companyâs are located there so assume that they work there. Instead of answering me he let out a fake cough.
I immediately understood what heâs trying to say so I leaned to him and whispered. âOkay I wonât mention in public that youâre a Kpop fan.âI assure him. I find it funny that heâs getting conscious and shy about other people knowing that heâs a fanboy.
âNo actually.. yeah alright, Iâll just take that.â Yeah, whatever Jae. I looked outside and saw that weâre almost near the market, I turned to Jae and poked him.
âYou can drop me off here.â He nodded.
âMr. can you pull over to the next street.â Jae said.
âThank you for the ride Jae.â
âNo worries, what time you will be done?â
âI donât know I may take a while.â I may take a while since I donât have a grocery list so Iâll prolly have to go to every aisle to remember all the stuff that I needed, a life hack that I learned when I started living on my own.
The driver pulled the car off the road. I turned to Jae before I opened the door.
âThank you again.â I said and he smiled. I opened the door and got off the car. I waited for them to leave before I enter the market.
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