#sorry if what i wrote down reads funny because i have this cooking since yesterday

[windydrawallday]

Thank you for the @ ! Yesterday I had to endure a power outage of 4 hs and a bit more and then lacked internet to check on this so, I'M DOING IT NOW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I love what you and your pals are building but here (especially giggling and kicking my feet at the possibility of Shocky n Screamer family-team up), plus I'M ALL FOR MIXING Scifi-Magic in a setting, Witch Frankie sounds fun af (I'm a witch myself, I can put some logic/real-life references for it x3).

Before looking at any picture, while reading your posts for this AU I said "Ah, yeah, demigod biomech Cody"... not a full MINI-RECREATION fluffy demigod like your doodle AAA (that's CUTE AF btw) so...

I hope you don't mind me adding one more sand castle tower to your sandbox of ideas and concepts for this AU...

BEHOLD: Cody in the process of transformation/transition from human to demi-prime god! (someone give me a better term, please xDU)

I tried to mix both TFP Predacon's frame elements + Onyx's frame detailings + your fluffy side of his full body form 💜

I'll ramble a bit more under the cut, just in case I go too overboard and people want to skip reading a lot of text.

Because I'm guessing the whole process WAS NOT AS FUN AS IT look in the end... especially adding the extra centaurid parts... I worked before with OCs that transformed from humanoids to werewolves to deep-ones/tritonids, draconic-lizard creatures, avians, and even some insectoids/crustaceans. But never, ever before centaurids!

And I'm no expert on anatomy as deep as the most speculative biology artists so: I thought it could start from the column extending into a tail very long and thick, from were later the centaurid hind legs could come (and in the meantime, they look menacing like a scorpion pinchers!).

But aside from all these physical appearance changes, I'm guessing too this would cause a lot of very sitcom-drama-grade moments in the Burns family: what if this event "activates" the moment Cody starts the beautiful chaotic age that goes from puberty to teenage years? (that's why too my design looks a bit older than canon Cody's appearance).

It would give room for things like the Burns brushing aside the changes of Cody because "Nah, he is growing up that's why his voice is changing!" and all those normal excuses by adults that think they know everything already x'D

Enter the bots aid here! Because they know these changes are more aligned with what they know about their myths than what the humans think it is...

Here hilarity can ensue as much as everyone wishes HAHAHA

Gelu, Gelu Gelu Gelu Gelu Gelu-

Frankie wants to prove Cody's limits but Science is not enough, so, she calls for her auntie to ask her some tricks and ends up learning magic, AND ALSO (putting my own spice in the soup you gave me) what if she and Greene started to experiment with Energon and now Frankie can use magic with it???

Also also also

Cody ends up stablishing a relationship with Pred and Pred starts to think to actually stay at the island BUT FOR THE ANGST SAKE STARSCREAM AND SHOCKWAVE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR PREDAKING AND THE WORST PART IS THAT THEY END UP DISCOVERING CODY'S CONDITION AND WANT HIM TOO

Or, in the other hand, for the Slice of life and comedy sake, Predaking and Cody learning about each other is like an old, territorial cat meeting a new born crying kitten

(Ps: You know I'm not a fan of it but to adapt also means "I want Predaking cuddling in his dragon form with Cody in their griffin form like cats and Boulder puts a blanket on them and cuddles with them😭😫💖"

...I think I need to draw that)

@windydrawallday because maybe you want to know 👀

Working on the basic stuff as always, but generally, I have the idea!!!

Cody's Predacon form is a mix of tech and organic. The organic parts are the most noticeable but as he grows older more metal will cover his body. Feather and fur cover his face, that being a characteristic the original Onyx had. His wings are still little compared to the rest of his body, so learning how to fly will have to wait...

Cody can't access the memories of his past self yet(when he gets them, he'll remember how one of his brothers killed him 😬), yet, he displays a lot of behaviors Onyx used to have.

He is the perfect size so a bot like Boulder can carry him like a little baby and snuggle him into sleep, tho Cody can change size between forms the kid likes to be carried by the bots. In that size is also perfect so one of his siblings sleeps on him like sleeping on a pile of pillows skjdhfksjgbjg

Frankie WITH MAGIC gets access to Onyx's memories before Cody does and swears that she'll stop her friend from remembering such a cruel past... she also helps Cody to use his own ¨magic¨ and with the help of Doc Greene, creates an Energon suitable for him.

If the rest of the Decepticons find out about Cody and his ¨godly¨ powers, they sure try to kidnap him for their advantage but but

Then Shockwave and Soundwave find out that their lost Sparkling, Heatwave is the ¨carrier¨ of Cody, meaning that their grandpas now, meaning that they would most likely hurt part of their family... and most likely deal with an angry Heatwave...

But Cody is too nice and would be happy to meet his grandpas. One of them also created Priscilla... so...

And please, BLESS ME WITH PREDAKING AND CODY SLEEPING LIKE CATS!!! WE NEED THAT!!!!!

[jakeyp]

“I don’t know why I’m crying I-I’m sorry” // angst and fluff ♥︎

hi... i kind of wrote a small fic with that prompt. you can read it here or on ao3! thanks for this i really needed the motivation. i decided to write something about what happened after 8x06! <3 

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Amy arrives home a little later than usual that night, overwhelmed with the events of the last few days. There are so many things to process, though the only thing she can focus on at the moment, is her husband’s suspension. She knows Jake very well, and most likely he’ll try to hide his sadness and pretend he’s fine, not because he thinks he’s weak but because he doesn’t want Amy to worry about him. Yet, she can’t help to wonder how he’s taking it.

Not knowing what to expect as she enters their apartment, Amy tosses her keys onto the couch sadly, too distracted to place them on the key hook. Jake is nowhere to be seen, so she figures he must be putting Mac to sleep, since it’s past ten already, and there are no toys scattered around the floor.

Indeed, she finds Jake whispering to his son, who lies in his crib, babbling and very, very awake, even though the lights are dimmed and it’s quiet in there.

“Hey,” Amy says softly.

Despite her tone, Jake startles, turning around, but immediately relaxes when he sees it’s just her. “Ames,” he breathes, looking down at Mac and then back at his wife, guilt taking over his features. “I kind of let him take a nap earlier and now he can’t sleep…”

“It’s okay,” Amy says, shrugging. She wants to add something else to reassure him, but her mind’s entirely blank, so she settles for a casual question. “What did you two have for dinner?”

Jake smiles. “He tried scrambled eggs for the first time. I know it’s technically breakfast food, but I read he can eat them now, plus it’s what I cook best.”

“And?”

“He loved them, duh.”

Amy chuckles. “Of course. Did you have some too?”

“I… wasn’t really hungry.”

“Oh. Well, I haven’t eaten either. We can heat some leftovers if you want.”

Jake nods with a weak smile, which widens as he turns to check on Mac. “Hey, he’s asleep! Maybe he just needed to make sure mama arrived home safe.”

Amy leans over to look at her sleeping son. Mac looks so much like his dad, when he laughs or smiles—which he’s been doing recently a lot—but especially when he’s asleep and completely peaceful.

She turns to see Jake staring at their baby with a proud smile and it warms her heart. Perhaps he’s forgotten about the suspension.

“Leftovers, then?” she whispers after a while, grabbing him by the wrist to pull him a little closer to her.

“Sure,” he says, throwing a last glance at Mac before following Amy out of their room and closing the door behind him. They’ve learned to make as little noise as possible in the last ten months, so their voices are barely above a whisper by default whenever Mac is asleep.

As it’s routine, Jake turns on the TV, not choosing a channel, and mutes it before joining Amy in the kitchen, while she gets the food from the fridge and puts it in the microwave.

From the corner of her eye, she can see Jake leaning against the counter in an awkward pose, staring at her almost anxiously.

Amy has no idea how to ask the question she’s been wanting to ask him since she got there, so she takes a deep breath and turns to him. “Babe, are you… okay with it?”

His expression tells her he’s been dreading her to ask. Yet, he plays dumb. “With what?”

“With everything that happened. Your suspension…”

“Oh,” Jake spats after what seems like hours, as if every emotion he was supposed to be feeling before was just settling in. Amy’s stomach drops. These subjects might not be her thing. “It’s fine. I suppose I can talk about it, but is it necessary?”

She shrugs. “Just tell me.” Her voice is as soft as it can be. “How do you feel about it?”

Jake puts on a poker face now. She’s usually good at reading him, but she can’t tell what he’s thinking. Amy knows how much he enjoys his job. Everything had happened so fast, though, at some point she’d lost track of it all. One second he was very excited about his ‘Speed’ situation and then, suddenly, he was in too deep.

To sum it up, it hadn’t gone well.

“I feel weird,” Jake finally admits, looking down. “It feels weird to know I won’t be going back tomorrow. But I’ll… adapt, I guess.”

“I’m sure you will,” she automatically replies, hesitating a little before placing a hand on his chest.

He seems to attempt a smile, but it vanishes right away. “I feel stupid too. Why can’t I listen? Holt told me to stay out of it and I screwed up. I screw up a lot.”

Amy frowns. “Of course you don’t. Sometimes you can be silly, yes, but there’s nothing wrong with it. This time it just… it got out of my hands too. I was really drunk.”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah,” he says shortly, and then swallows. “So five months, huh? It isn’t that much, is it? There are like thirty days in a month so it would be like a hundred days which have twenty-four hours each, so it would be like twenty-four thousand hours.”

“No,” she says, shaking her head with a smile. Math is decidedly not Jake’s strength. “It’s only like… three thousand and seven hundred hours.”

“Oh. That’s… still a lot.”

Amy sighs. His eyes are red, probably with exhaustion, and she can’t recognize the emotion behind them. It might be just deep, deep sadness.

“Ames,” he says huskily before she can talk. “What am I gonna do?”

Her eyebrows shot up, but before she can even think of an answer, Jake cuts her off again. “Things were so well yesterday. It makes me think… I can mess everything up so quickly. And it’s always my fault. What am I gonna mess up next?”

“Don’t say that,” she says, her throat knotting. “It’s okay to make mistakes, babe. And you are great at dealing with the consequences. You learn from your mistakes, you’ve always done.”

“Yeah, I keep pushing things until something goes wrong,” he argues in a trembling voice, “and until then I stop, I—” and suddenly that trembling voice breaks.

Amy’s stomach drops again as his eyes tear up, becoming redder. He immediately looks away when he realizes himself.

“Hey,” she says soothingly, cupping his face to make him look at her. “Don’t beat yourself up over this.”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes. “I know it’s a dumb thing to cry over, I just—” once more he’s unable to finish his sentence, pinching his lips shut before his voice can get any louder or high-pitched.

A single tear streams down his cheek.

“It’s not dumb,” Amy says. “If it makes you feel like this, it’s not dumb.”

“Well, I got myself into it—”

“And as I said, you will learn from it. That’s what matters.”

“I’ve been suspended like a thousand times already,” he counters, his tone bitter. "What makes you think it won’t happen again? What makes you think I couldn’t get fired?”

She shrugs, trying to stay calm even though she wants to cry as well. “I wouldn’t be less proud of you than I am today,” she says. “You’ve grown up so much and whatever you have to deal with, I have to deal with too, because I love you and I’m willing to. So please, don’t beat yourself up over this because it’s going to be fine.”

He sniffs. “How can you know that?”

“Because I’ll make sure everything’s fine. You’re not alone, babe. You have me.”

Jake stays in silence for a few seconds, and she thinks he’s going to start sobbing, but his lips curl instead. “I love you so much,” is all he says.

“I love you too,” she mouths back, afraid she’ll begin crying if she talks, and then pulls him into a hug.

They stay like that for a while, maybe five seconds or ten minutes, sinking in a silence that they don’t really mind. She pulls away from his embrace only to wipe his tears away. Jake looks so tired. Exhausted, even. She feels the same way, when minutes ago they were going to watch some TV and have dinner, though now she’s not sure she’s up for it.

Jake must have been thinking the same thing because a small laugh comes from his lips all of a sudden.

“What?” Amy asks, amused.

“I just realized we never even heated the food.”

Amy chuckles, and it only causes him to laugh a little harder. She wonders if it’s the exhaustion making such a simple detail seem so funny, and rests her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s calmer now, it could be matching hers.

“Babe,” she says softly.

“Yes?” Jake hums.

“It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

He doesn’t answer right away, and Amy separates, afraid she said the wrong thing, but Jake’s only bowing his head like she said the cheesiest thing in the world.

“I know. Thanks, Ames,” he says, and then adds, “I love you.” Even though she hears those words coming from him at least ten times a day, he manages to make them sound like it’s the first every time.

“I love you too,” Amy whispers, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Jake is about to return a much longer kiss on the lips when Mac interrupts the moment. Amy squeezes her eyes shut with a knowing smile—this has happened many times before. However, Jake immediately becomes alert and rushes to attend to his son.

Amy chuckles to herself, finally heating the food which is still inside the microwave and turns off the TV, because they are definitely not watching anything before they fall asleep, worn off with the events.

Like Jake would say, they’re sort of an old couple now, but she couldn’t care less. To her, so far, it’s meant that things can be so easy now.

Her husband doesn’t join her back in the kitchen so she goes and checks on him and Mac. The room feels so warm and quiet still, as Jake rocks his son softly, lulling him, again not realizing Amy’s watching. It always seems like he drifts away from reality when he’s trying to make Mac stop crying—and he’s good at it. She doesn’t know what it is, but Jake is great at it.

“I have to admit,” Amy says, startling him of course, “I’m a little jealous of you. You get to spend five months with him, all by yourself.”

Jake gives her what looks like an automatic smile, and then realization hits him. “I hadn’t thought about that before,” he huffs, stroking Mac’s soft curls and looking down at him. “Did you hear that, bud? Five months for only the two of us.”

Mac babbles, and Amy tries to ignore how awake he still sounds. “Careful, Ames,” Jake tells her. “That sounded a lot like ‘dada’, and with these five months? It’s definitely going to be his first word.”

Amy rolls her eyes with a playful smile. “Not if I train him every night.”

“Challenge accepted.”

An hour later they’re both in bed after eating dinner and Amy has already changed into her pajamas. Jake hasn’t stopped rocking Mac, who woke up once more, but his father doesn’t seem to mind, and Amy has the feeling that his suspension doesn’t sound so bad to him anymore.

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[i-am-just-a-kiddo]

rules: create your own post and tag 9 people to get to know better or catch up with

thank you for tagging me in this, @vishcount, eventhough we catch up every day basically 💞 i am tagging @cortue, @sassyassassy and @the-cloud-whisperer! no pressure in answering these questions to such detail, just do however you feel like. (ED) i’m sorry i forgot to tag @intyalote because i wish to know you better too! 

my ramblings under the cut: 

last song listened to:  Change (Feat. GRAY) (Prod. 코드 쿤스트 CODE KUNST) by Kid Millie

code kunst is one of my absolute favourite musical artists and i always discover new projects he was part of. this one is my recent favourite, i’ve just been listening to it up and down the past few weeks so my youtube shuffle automatically plays this.

last movie watched: The Yin Yang Master (2021) 

just like vishie, this was the last movie i watched and i think overall it was very fun? i found it very cute and entertaining in its world-building, as well as the visual design. also chen kun as qingming truly.....hits differently, wow. so it was hard to keep my cool about him because somehow he is way too stunning in my eyes. i also enjoyed the found family trope? it was very sweet. but as vishie noted too, the movie did not leave much place for the characters to develop properly so it would have deserved more time in that department. i was not that attached to any of them because the movie focused more on the plot happening than the character driven story. also funny how the yin yang master: dream of eternity was a wonderful gay feast while this movie just pulled the no homo card lol

currently reading: When The Light Of The World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through, A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry (Ed. Joy Harjo, Leanne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster and more) 

i wished for this book for christmas and finally received it a few weeks ago. the past two years i’ve mostly been reading poetry (if you leave out readings for university) and i really want to educate myself on native cultures and their past. i think this is an amazing book that has a long introduction about its creation and the choices made on how the poems should be assembled. i love how so many different voices across geography, time and ages gets presented and i am excited to read more. apart from that, i am just waiting for uni taking up all my reading space again.

currently craving: a cold beer? 

since yesterday the weather has been so incredibly lovely and spring-like, i just want to go sit outside in the park or by the river and have a beer with someone. might do that tomorrow? i am feeling the holiday vibes. (also i am hungry so i should probably cook soon hmm)

current project: uni and fic ideas (and a fishtank?)

for uni i will need to hold a presentation about materiality in viennese modern designs during 1880-1930. i have this ceramic vessel by dagobert peche as my topic and i’m excited to dive into it because i am not well-versed in viennese art in general? and from what i’ve seen from his designs he took a lot of inspiration from japanese ceramics and chinese brush paintings which fits me past studies. also the question of materiality has never been the biggest focus in my studies so i am curious what will come of it, especially since our course leader wants to get us into the exhibition and hold the presentation in front of the actual object, which i have never done before (thanks covid).

i have some fic ideas which i want to get into but right now they are more vague concepts - i’ve been doing some research on korea during the 1880s-1890s for some very loosely dorian gray inspired au, but let’s see if this will take any reasonable shape. i’m also thinking about more wen ning & song lan content and maybe, possibly, some wen kexing character study? let’s see. am slowly getting back to writing and i am lowkey proud. 

and yes, i want to get a fishtank in our flat. i am so ready to have one again and my flatmates agreed so there is nothing standing in my way

current mood: tired but content

i overslept my first alarm today so i had a very stressful morning (it usually takes ages for me to get out of bed) and i did most of my first lecture but then decided to ditch it to hang out with my flatmates which was the best decision tbh. i also skipped the second lecture to hang out with them and go on a walk later to enjoy sunshine? so i think this day was very much successful on the social part. i even had ice cream. 

current wish: for my writing to return from war

i’ve lamented about this for the past few months on here, but it truly is weighing down my heart a lot. i just miss writing okay. i know i shouldn’t be hard on myself and accept that i need a break too, because indeed - i can’t force it and there is no need in beating myself up. but it still hurts because there is always something missing. i think the past two weeks i have been feeling a little bit more ready to return to it? though i truly need to be understanding with myself if it doesn’t work as i want it to. 

currently learning: materiality, persian book art and queer theory

as mentioned above, i have one course about materiality in arts, crafts and designs, focused on 1880-1930 vienna. i am also attending a lecture about persian book art from the 14th century onwards, though i have taken so many lectures with this professor already, i feel like he is repeating himself so much? i hope i will learn something new at least, so far it feels like i’m hearing the topics for the third time. and then i have a lecture about queer theory which is exactly my crowd - the people, the professor and the discussions give me so much and bring all these topics that i think about in my free time into a theoretical and scientific realm? so it’s nice to study these things in a systematic way - as systematic as it’s possible with a topic such as queer theory. this lecture just makes me feel seen and also allows me to get a broader sense of understanding how these studies developed.

something that makes you proud: my niemo oneshot  and my social activities

last week i wrote a short snippet for nie huaisang/mo xuanyu and it was the first time i had written in ages? so i feel very proud of it. and something i have been proud of lately is that i manage to be socially active a lot without feeling like all my energy has been sucked out of me? i am genuinly having fun being with people - of course it exhausts me a lot and i take breaks, but all in all it truly got easier socialising ever since i started taking my meds. my anxiety levels aren’t as high as they used to be and it helps me appreciate the presence of other people in a completely new way. this allows me not to feel like i am running away when i take time for myself. 

if you’ve read all of this, thank you! this was a fun little something 

[ricky-rawrasaurus-rex]

This seems like fun so thank you very much to @thesadboisguidetolife for tagging me!

Favorite color: Traditionally it’s always been green, probably because I’m an earth sign (that’s what Taurus is right?) and while I’m like not a nature person at all, I do find it rather calming and soothing and all that jazz. That being said, as of like 2-3ish years, pink has been quickly becoming one of my favorite colors as well so it’s a really good thing that it pairs well with green. Just look at Cosmo and Wanda haha

3 favorite foods: oof just 3? I like food way too much to just pick 3 but I’ll try my best. How about 3 cuisines? Let’s go with that! So Japanese (I love sushi so much and could eat it every day and never get tired of it), Chinese (I make way too much stir fry for dinner but I can’t help it, it’s pretty good), and Mexican (it’s all so, SO good and kinda been craving posole lately although it’s definitely not posole eating weather here in the desert)

Song stuck in my head: hmmm this is kinda tough because I have like a handful of songs that cycle their way through my head but the one that comes to mind right now is “Gimme All Your Love” by Alabama Shakes, which is just like one of the best songs I think I’ve ever heard in my life and yeah it’s really great so give it a listen if y’all haven’t already. Also Tegan and Sara’s “The Con” is another one that constantly gets stuck in my head too

Last song I listened to: “Coda” by Chub Rub, which I discovered through the list of all girl punk/pop/indie/rock bands that @thesadboisguidetolife put together, which is pretty dope! I have to admit I haven’t gone through it all as thoroughly as I would like just yet (sorry!) but the band name and the cover art just immediately spoke to me so I’m really glad I was able to find out about them so thank you for putting that list together and yeah, give Make Some Fucking Space! a listen if you haven’t already!

Last thing I googled: A recipe for slow cooking ribs I made yesterday because I can never remember it correctly off the top of my head and I’m too lazy to write it down! :D

Dream trip: I live in America and the only place that comes to mind that I’d like to go to outside of the country is Japan because I’ve always been really fascinated by their culture and it looks like a really interesting and beautiful country and also they have an island of cats that I would love to go to so yeah, Japan! Otherwise I kinda have this huge desire to go on long road trip somewhere and kinda get lost for a bit, not by myself though because trips are always better with others in my experience so just gotta find friends that can and want to join me some day haha

Anything I really want: not to like get really deep or anything or let people know I have ✨ f e e l i n g s ✨, but I’m going to be turning 25 in a few days and the closer my birthday gets here, the more nostalgic and sentimental I’ve been getting because I’ve (hopefully, keeping my fingers crossed about this) lived a quarter of my life and am just kinda realizing how fast it all goes by. So to that end, I really, really want life and that thing we think we could call “time” to slow down a bit so I can make sure I get all the love I’ve got to give out to my family and friends 💕

Time: it’s currently 2:36pm at this point, which is kinda early for me on a Monday (it was 2:36pm on Monday when I wrote this but forgot to post it then so my bad!) because my sleep schedule is all sorts of messed up due to the pandemic and quarantining at home and it’s kind of hot day so I hope it cools down once night comes

Last movie: Mitchells vs. The Machines on Netflix which is really cute and funny and sweet and I think it’s from the makers of Into the Spiderverse and yeah it’s just great so watch it!

Tea or coffee: hmmmmm depends. I feel like I only drink tea when I’m sick or with friends or when I want a more chill form of coffee, which I constantly drink. I don’t know if this is maybe like a Mexican cultural thing but in my family, coffee is a drink for any time of the day. Like if the family was ever hanging out and it was like 9pm or whatever, someone would make a pot and we’d all have ourselves a cup so yeah, definitely a coffee type of dude here 😊

Last Show: I watch a lot of things, especially at the same time, so I’m not sure how accurate this answer is but I’d say it was Yasuke on Netflix since that was the last show I completed. I enjoyed it for various reasons and thought it was pretty cool. Just wish it was longer though but here’s hoping for a second season. Also I thought it was going to be historically accurate when I first started out so if anyone else is thinking the same thing before they watch it, don’t because it quickly proves that idea otherwise with mechs haha

Currently reading: I too read a lot of things simultaneously, which has its pros and cons but anyways, I’m currently trying to cycle through Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas, Ghost Summer by Tananarive Due, and the Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. I’ve been reading Ghost Summer because I read The In-Between and enjoyed it and definitely am always here for horror by BIPOC and the other two texts were selected as part of book club stuff, which I’m behind on so yeah, maybe don’t read 3 books at once 😅

Currently watching: The Handmaid’s Tale since the newest season just released as well as catching up on the latest season of American Gods and as soon as I find a way to watch the newest season of POSE, I will promptly start watching that as well!

Sweet, spicy, or savory: I’m not much of a sweets dude just because I kinda feel gross after eating a lot of sweet stuff (although I really do enjoy ice cream), otherwise I’m definitely a savory and spicy kind of person, within reason although my family has a recipe for salsa goes really well on pretty much anything and I would probably would put it on everything too if I made it more often (making chile hurts sometimes haha)

Think I’m supposed to tag 10 people now so think I’m gonna tag some folk I’ve tagged before and some other folk I wanna know more about although no pressure to participate if you don’t wanna!

@vidibit @kaminaepicwin @songswordsfeathersbirds @mainbstaysgold @mrbearloover @psyrinn @directlyindirect @legendaryherooftime @midians-world @traviskduran

[weraceasone]

Hi Elle (and anyone who reads this)!

This is going to be a long ask/rant so get your snacks and drinks ready (sorry in advance)

What does it mean to be a “real man” or how does one act like a real men? I’m really confused. Yesterday I tweeted that I love seeing the new generation of F1 drivers being friends and complementing each other and even hang out together outside of racing. All of a sudden I get a couple of tweets of people being mad about what I said: “they should act like real mean instead of showing their soft side everytime.”

So I asked one of them on Twitter: what do you mean by they should act like a real man? To this question I got a lot of ignorant answers like: They should man up, stop being shy, handle criticism like a man and stop crying about negative comments. (PS: What’s wrong with being shy?)

I’m half Dutch (hallo daar!) and I know that in our culture we can be very straight forward and honest (maybe too honest). We can also be very critical but what’s wrong with showing your REAL emotions when a comment hurts you? F1 drivers have a lot of pressure like we all know and of course it’s a hard world (bla bla bla) but that not an excuse to kick them when they’re down.

Seeing drivers being disappointed or even sad about their race or the comments people make on the internet does not make them less of a man (whatever that means). I mean how would you feel if almost everyone on social media is clowning you or laughing at your results? Ignore it?? St some point it’s impossible to ignore it when it’s presented right in front of your face. We put way too much pressure on these boys. At the end of the day they are human beings with real feelings.

When I see people hate on a certain driver it makes me so sad. You can be critical, nothing wrong with that, but let it be constructive criticism, something they can use to better their driving skills. But things like “you suck as a driver” “you don’t deserve to be in F1” is in my opinion mean. Look how people treat pay drivers. I think it’s disgusting how they talk about them.

I really hope that in the near future the F1 community will talk more about this topic and mental health since FIA wont do shit about it. It’s very important because the way some of us are ralking about these drivers can cause some serious damage to their mental health. Isometimes have to check myself when I talk negative about a driver.

Speaking on mental health actually applies to any sport and not just F1.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. This was weighing on my heart and I had to vent about it lol. I know this is all over the place but I hope that you and anyone who is reading this will get what I mean and I'm very curious what you think about this.

Ik wens je alvast een gezond 2021! ✨

hey Anon!

you know… lots of men have been angry with me on the internet before. one time somebody screenshotted a post of mine that pointed out the differences between people on Twitter reacting to Kimi’s radio messages and people on Twitter reacting to Lewis’ radio messages, and that person put it on Twitter without my permission and without my context. I had to read through hundreds of tweets calling me all sorts of degrading words and everything they insulted me with somehow always came back to me being a girl. it was the core of every insult they wrote. and you know, it’s funny until it isn’t. it’s funny until I decide; “this is going too far, and this is where I draw the line”. yet, I told myself to be thankful because it is nothing like it could be. I am thankful because they don’t actually know who I am, or where I live. I am thankful because I guess those men are good men, after all. they are good men because even though they said all those things, I know they will not act on it. they are good men because even though they just dehumanized me for being a girl with an opinion, they will still kiss their unknowing wives goodnight and they care for their daughters in a way they one day didn’t even believe was possible themselves.

when a driver shows even a sliver of emotion it’s “girly” or “he’s acting like a woman”, because apparently there’s nothing worse than being a girl. I remember Ziggo Sport making fun of Lando’s laugh because “he sounds like a girl”. however, the comparison with a woman is never made in a positive way, because being a woman is a pitiful state of being for these people. yet the phrases “be a man” and “grow a pair” will always refer to a state that we should aspire to be in.

and when I dare to write about it; I am the eternal man-hater. I am a man-hater, because pointing something out and the only conclusion being sexism, is my fault. it is my fault that writing about women in motorsport will somehow always end up on the topic of sexism. it is my fault that not writing about it, is somehow still writing about it. but the truth is; I don’t blame these men for the things they were told, I blame them for not looking beyond that. I blame them because I know the things they say on the internet will somehow always find a way to translate back to real life and I already feel sorry for the kids who will get their dad a tie or shaving cream or a fishing kit for father’s day, for Christmas, for every single birthday, because they never made a true emotional connection with him, because that’s stupid and unnecessary. I blame them because they don’t realize that the things they write, the thoughts they share; do have an impact on the people around them. I blame them because ever since I have gotten into this sport, there’s always a voice in the back of my head telling me that I don’t know enough, that my opinions aren’t good enough, because I’m a girl and I’m a girl and I’m a girl.

being an F1 driver isn’t easy, especially in this day and age where you don’t just have to deal with the pressure of being and staying in the team, but also with the unwarranted for opinions from people all over the internet, who think showing emotion is synonymous with being weak. but, at the end of the day; why do we watch this sport? would we still watch if it weren’t for the joy we get out of it? where would we be as fans, if we didn’t hope for the best? why are we only allowed to talk about the happy emotions?

the things we say on the internet, the thoughts we put out there; they always find a way to plant certain thoughts into our minds. and I’m not asking for anybody’s sympathy, because I can care for myself. I can braid my hair and neatly fold my clothes and I let myself sing off-tune and I let myself have an opinion on this sport, regardless of those men on the internet. but the thing is; the way we are online, is a reflection of the real world. if there’s never a man who dares to talk about his feelings; I will keep crying at videos of men doing nice things and your daughters will too. we will see a man quitting his job to be with his kids, a man speaking out about feminism, a man cooking dinner for his family and we will all keep on saying “you know, he doesn’t have to. he doesn’t have to”. because somehow, they never have to.

(I’m sorry this basically turned into a rant, Anon. this is also the longest answer I have ever written. it was a whole page long in Word. ik wens jou ook een gezond 2021, en allemaal fijne en leuke dingen🧡)

[ickle-ronniekins]

clarity, george x reader

hey guys! happy new year! it’s 2020, which is crazy, ‘cause wasn’t it just 2009 like a second ago? anywho, i’m sick with a cold and am working on requests (i promise!) but i recently discovered the whole soulmate au thing and i really wanna try it soooo...here’s hoping this isn’t terrible! i posted about it yesterday about the idea but i did change some things (i rewrote the end five different times i shit you not) also ps sorry this is hella long

prompt: soulmate au; everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate

A/N: so as i’m writing this it kind of reminds me of when harry wrote to tom riddle in CoS haha. anywho—i still want the reader to be a ~magical being~ so i do still want them to go to hogwarts (does that count as an au, then? WHATEVER, lol) however even though they can write back and forth with their soulmate, there’s this lingering restriction on soulmates revealing their identities because of the impending war and voldy and stupid fucking umbridge and all this stuff so they’re sworn to secrecy, not even names, not even hints, until one of them breaks

warning(s): mentions of war, blood, bodies, anxiety, not proofread

So sorry my writing’s been sporadic. Potions is dragging, love.

The words appeared very lightly, you almost didn’t catch them at first. Grinning giddily to yourself, you pulled your journal close to you so only you could see the fragile script in front of you. Potions. With Snape. You were just in Potions with Professor Snape. Is it possible that your soulmate had passed you by on your way out of the dungeons?

Well, of course it was. The castle was only so large, after all. It was proving rather difficult to keep your identity a secret.

You wanted to know who he was the second he first wrote you and made you blush. But, there were rules. Rules you both didn’t want to follow.

Is it four o’clock yet? He asked you now.

You grinned with excitement. Each time his handwriting appeared, it filled you with an overwhelming sense of closeness to him—since this, of course, was as close as you’d gotten.

The impending war put so much worry on your heart—for you, for him.

Biting your lip, you wrote back, I reckon Snape’s class isn’t going terribly well?

A quick response appeared. It’d certainly be better—if you were here.

You wanted nothing more than to know his name, hear his voice, be there with him.

The feast anxiously awaits your arrival, you wrote back cheekily, taking a sip of your pumpkin juice and watching as a cackle of students filtered into the Great Hall. Desperately, you searched the crowd for an inkling of him. There was none, of course. You had no bloody idea. Sighing greatly, you slumped back into your seat, poking at the food on your plate. How long could you possibly keep this going? Your soulmate didn’t really feel like one, especially when you didn’t even know his name.

Are you here, in the Great Hall? he wrote. I just walked in. C’mon, any type of sign that you’re here—at least tell me the color of your hair so I can eliminate some people—that isn’t too daring, now, is it?

How you wanted to. You wanted more than anything to tell him. But the worry that pulled at your heart—it was too much.

With utmost regret, you scribbled, You know we can’t, darling.

His response wasn’t exactly what you’d wanted. What you wanted, truthfully, was maybe for him to break—for him to finally reveal himself to you in a fit of fury, because he was so irrevocably in love with you that he just couldn’t stand it anymore. You could practically feel his sadness when, after a few painful minutes, he just answered, I know...

You looked around you, anxiously searching for some type of answer, but there was none. Many around you were scribbling quickly in notebooks in front of them. It was useless, really, to search for someone you barely knew in a sea full of people.

These restrictions are bloody ridiculous, he wrote one cozy, autumnal afternoon. He was frustrated. You could tell. The pressure of his quill marks and his messy handwriting showed you just how frustrated he was. It’s not fair that they’re keeping us from one another. It drives me bloody mad.

He had already left Hogwarts. Any hope you had of maybe locking eyes with him in the Great Hall and just knowing, deep down, that he was the one...those feelings of hope we’re gone. He was even further away now than you could imagine. You were no longer under the same roof.

In the common room next to the fire, you gripped the pages of your journal tightly. You knew how he felt, of course you did. I’m sick of it too, love... Your heart ached for him.

It seemed silly, but it was the truth. How were you supposed to feel about the man you were to spend the rest of your life with when you barely knew anything at all?

An idea of sorts came to him. You could almost feel his excitement and adrenaline rush. He answered, softer now, What if, instead of in writing, we just plan to meet...

His writing trailed off. You knew he recognized the danger of this idea, with every single slip of parchment and message being watched and intercepted.

I don’t care, you know. I don’t care what they do to me. As long as I can finally meet you.

Slowly, you flipped through the many pages of your journal, reading some of your conversations with him from the past years. It had proven extremely difficult to not give any hints about your identities over the years, so of course, you reread, every single day, the hints that he had given you.

He was one of many children. He was an inventor. He inherited his mum’s love for cooking and was a damn good one, if he did say so himself. He loved Hogwarts in the wintertime. His dad was overly fascinated with Muggles and their way of living. And he was funny—really funny, but he didn’t need to tell you that. He was always making you laugh.

You fed off of these five and only things for years. Years, they had sustained you, but right now, it wasn’t feeling like enough. Nothing felt like enough.

I want you to be safe, you told him. You need to be.

And then, you wrote again. Promise me that you are. Safe, I mean.

Your answers had been more sporadic and choppy and less long and interesting. He’d told you after he’d left Hogwarts that he’d been working on something, something to ease the pain of the impending war, something that he was excited about. The glimmer of those feelings kept you afloat in what felt like a world in which you were drowning slowly.

An answer came when you were asleep. I’m safe, darling. We had a long night. Promise me you’ll focus on your classes and graduating and keeping yourself safe and sound and I promise everything will be worth it.

All these years of writing and waiting and hoping seemed to be taking it’s toll on you both. There had been days where you hadn’t talked with one another at all, days where you didn’t even have the energy to pick up you quill and write a single thing. You barely had enough energy to discuss the news of you finishing school.

He told you one stormy night that he’d gotten hurt, that he’d lost one of his ears. In a moment of panic and worry, you’d written back as quickly as you could with questions you knew he couldn’t answer. What happened? Where are you? I’ll find you, let me come and help you.

A stern “no”, and then a softer, “I’m okay, I promise,”, had not helped your nerves at all. Things were getting worse. Voldemort’s army were taking out witches, wizards and Muggles alike, one by one, as the world you knew and loved was crumbling in pieces around you.

It was an awful feeling, knowing your soulmate was out somewhere in the world, hurting—in pain—and you couldn’t do anything at all to help him.

As the war worsened, your family was tortured for information. Death Eaters had stormed your home, questioning you on the whereabouts of Harry Potter, a boy just a year younger than you, a boy whom you went to school with—but you didn’t know. It didn’t matter, though. You were left with stinging burns, open wounds, broken ribs and gashes along your arms and legs.

It’d been exactly four days since you’d written your soulmate.

Please, love, let me know that you’re okay, he pleaded. You swore you could see tear drops next to the words he’d written. You told him swiftly, with all of the energy you could muster, that you were.

It seemed as though the sky had turned permanently dark gray. Storm clouds had swallowed the world whole. There was an eerie, cool wind that sent chills down your spine, and it was quiet—too quiet—the kind of quiet it is when it’s snowing outside. But this wasn’t the good kind.

Word had gotten to you that Hogwarts was under attack. The school you grew up in was being pummeled to the ground with those that you loved inside of it. He was there, he had to be there. Maybe, just maybe, in a moment of clarity, you’d find him somehow. You hadn’t thought once—you apparated almost immediately, the pull behind your naval nearly knocking the wind right out of you, but before you’d left, you wrote him one last thing. I’m going to Hogwarts. If we don’t survive...know that I love you. Salty tears escaped your eyes and landed on the pages of your journal.

You did, of course, even though you hadn’t met yet. Love him. You knew it deep in your heart. He was your soulmate, after all, even if you didn’t survive.

But the second before you apparated, you saw scribbly, messy handwriting on the journal placed delicately on your desk. It was so quick that you almost missed it, but you know you couldn’t have dreamt it. It was all too real. My name’s George Weasley—find me as quickly as you can.

Of course you knew him. He was one of the most well known people at Hogwarts when you were in school there. Heart thumping as you landed on your feet in the middle of the Great Hall, you noticed the blood, the bodies, the debris all around you. You swallowed over a lump in your throat. What would happen now that he revealed himself?

You’d been waiting years to hear his name.

Where was he?

And you saw him, hoisting himself on top of rubble, firing spells in every which direction, with his brothers next to him. A piece of debris slid against your cheek and left a stinging burn in it’s place. You touched your fingers to it gently, only to see some blood appear. You winced and fumbled over bodies and bricks and rubble.

He knocked a Death Eater over the edge of the bridge.

“George?”

He whirled around immediately—his face tired and his eyes bloodshot and sad. There were cuts and bruises all over his head, his red hair matted down by dirt, a large gash in his arm glistening with bright blood.

“It’s you,” his voice was hoarse and dry. He brought a hand to your cheek and wrapped it around the back of your neck. His hands absentmindedly made their way through your long, messy hair. His eyes were glassy. You tried to choke back your tears.

You placed your hands against his chest. “Finally.”

A moment of clarity hit when you realized that you’d met the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

“I love you, you know—” he said in a moment of panic, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

Everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, you were in a hospital of sorts—St. Mungo’s. Everything was still hazy. You rubbed your temples, head throbbing, and swallowed. Your throat was extremely dry. You reached for the glass of water on your beside table.

There was a news clipping there. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you read slowly. There’d been a war a few months prior. Lord Voldemort was dead—he had died at Hogwarts. Wasn’t that the school you’d attended? You furrowed your brow.

Your memory was very fuzzy.

A red haired man walked slowly into the room with some sort of book in his hands.

Why did he look so familiar?

He stopped in his tracks when your eyes met his. Careful, so as not to scare you, he grinned lightly and said softly, “You’re awake.” There was a hitch in his voice.

He tried to tell you many things about your life. Your name, your age, where you went to school. What had happened during the war. That he was your soulmate. He mentioned something about journals and how he and you had communicated only through them for years. You couldn’t seem to understand. You wanted too, but you just...couldn’t. He didn’t really tell you anything about his life—just yours. Perhaps you needed to remember yours first. Having him near you gave you a sense of warmth, though.

“The doctors say she may not remember for a while, mate,” another man who looked exactly like him had whispered one afternoon. He patted his brother on the shoulder. “Maybe try and start from the beginning.”

The beginning. Had you forgotten everything from the beginning?

Panic rose in your chest.

Through a very frustrating conversation, trying to get you to remember anything at all, he reintroduced himself, as if to start new. “I’m George,” he told you.

George, you thought. Familiar. You smiled at him.

Everyday, he stayed by your side and watched as your memory seemed to improve, even slightly—bits and pieces coming back to you. You’d attended Hogwarts. Your father was a wizard, but mum was a Muggle. Your favorite class at school was Charms. But him—he was still hazy.

You could tell it was hurting him, but he’d never let on. Your heart ached.

“When did we meet?” You asked him one day, sitting up in bed and blowing on your hot soup.

He loved it when you asked him questions. “During the war, actually,” he told you. “It was only for a moment, though. Very fleeting, but very wonderful.” He smiled at you.

You grinned back at him, feeling a surge of familiarity enter your body. You reached out and placed your hand on top of his, squeezing lightly. You saw him swallow over a lump in his throat, his eyes yearning for you to remember.

And now?

You asked him, “Can I...can I read your journal?” It was the book he brought with him every single day.

Tears welled up in his eyes, he gently placed the book into your hands. “Of course you can.” He stood up and placed a kiss onto your forehead. “I’ll have a word with the doctors—I’ll be right back,”

When you were sure he was out of the room, you opened the pages. Some were ripped and tattered, but you could still read the passages and differentiate between your writing and his. I just can’t wait to spend my life with you. You’d said that. Your heart skipped a beat.

I hope you that when we finally meet, he’d written, I am going to kiss you and never stop. I know it sounds silly because we haven’t met, but I love you...more than anything in this world.

Your cheeks flushed red at the thought.

As you sat there in bed, imagining what it’d be like to press your lips to his, slowly biting your bottom lip, he sauntered back into you room and snapped you back into reality. You hadn’t noticed how wide you were smiling until he startled you.

You placed the journal gently on your bedside table and took to cooling off your soup again. George was busy tidying up around the hospital room. When you took a slow sip, it was as if your taste buds had been reawakened. “Bloody hell, this is delicious—where did you get it?”

George smiled gratefully at you. “I made it this morning,” he told you. And just like that. Clarity. “I love cooking, actually, nobody really knows that but I got it—”

“—from your mum,” you cut him off.

He stood at the other end of the room, peering at you.

“Yes,” he said.

It was like everything came back to you at once—the writing, the moment he revealed himself, the war, seeing him for the first time—it was everything. Your soulmate.

Smiling greatly, you continued. “And your dad, he—he loves Muggle things, doesn’t he? He’s fascinated by them, everything about them—and you’ve a lot of siblings, don’t you?” He’d sat down next to you and pulled your hands into his. “And you absolutely hated Potions class—” at this, he laughed through a sob. A feeling of bravery entered your body. “And you promised me that when we finally met, you’d kiss me and you’d never stop.” You inched closer to him. “Guess we never really got a chance, did we?”

With tears in his eyes, he gently caressed your cheek and glanced longingly from your eyes to your lips. With a tiny nod from you, he laughed into the kiss that was years in the making. You felt like you were reentering your body. He kissed your forehead, your jawline, your neck, your shoulders, your hands— “You remember,” he said quietly.

You let out a soft hum as you pulled him close again. He gave you the most genuine and heartwarming smile when you told him, “I could never forget the man I love. I just can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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[nuoyipeach]

You're All I Need (markoeun OS)

18/3/2020

Hearing continuous thuds on her window, Eun sighed in annoyance and left her books to see what was happening. She opened her curtains revealing the dark night, and opened the window to look around.

“Eunnie…”

Only one person in the world called her that, and it was one that made her heart flutter. Her expression changed completely as she looked down and smiled widely at the young man waving at her.

“Mark. What are you doing here?” she whisper yelled.

“Come down. I have a surprise for you.”

Eun nodded and ran down the stairs, going out into the backyard, and ran into his embrace. “I missed you.”

“Me too. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for your birthday yesterday. But I-”

“Don’t.” she placed a finger on his lips. “I don’t mind. I know you had family stuff going on, so it’s alright.”

Mark smiled taking her hand into his then giving her a peck. “I know. But still. I have something for you. Follow me.”

He took her hand and pulled her out of the yard, going over the fence, and onto the street. They ran for a while, silently giggling, until they reached the playground. Mark stood Eun in the center before leaving her alone.

“Mark? What are you doing?”

Suddenly, the dark playground lit up with soft warm yellow fairy lights. Eun looked and saw a banner right behind her, over a small bench table of home made snacks.

Happy Birthday Ko-Leader

“Ko… Leader?” Eun looked at it confused, when she heard Mark grunt.

“Damn it Lee Donghyuck! I trusted you!”

Eun laughed, knowing who really wrote the banner. “It’s OK Mark. I’m guessing you didn’t make all the food either?”

“Well… I did get help from Jaemin. You know I’m a terrible cook.”

She laughed again at how he scratched his head, and went closer to him, locking her arms around his neck and cocked her head. “I don’t care. I know how hard you worked for this, so I’ll take it. Let’s eat.”

Mark smiled, and the two sat next to each other, his arm around her waist, eating and feeding each other. These  were the small moments they both loved and enjoyed, and hoped it would always be this way, even when they grow old.

But when you’re a CEO’s daughter, and a son trying to keep his family together, not everything goes as you hope.

»»»

Eun slammed the door shut, falling onto her knees right in front of it. All her life she had always thought her mother was the one to understand her needs, but no, she was just pampering her daughter, hoping to get something in return. And that something was more money, by giving her off.

Dragging herself to her bed, she took out her phone and called Mark.

“Hey Eunnie.”

“M- Mark. Please come… I really need you right now.”

“Eun what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Just come Mark Lee! Please!”

Mark cut the call and was soon climbing in through her window. The moment he jumped in, Eun hugged him tight, confusing him even more when she simply sobbed into his chest. He held her and sat her down, still hugging.

“What’s wrong Eun?”

“Mum… Mum wants me to get married. And… And she said since I don’t have anyone, she’s arranged one for me.”

Mark pulled her away and stared at her. “Business marriage?”

“Yes… And I hate it!” she cried more before Mark pulled her in again, craddling her in his arms. “Mark, please meet my family. Please, I don’t want this. Why can’t it be us?”

Mark knew she would say that, but he also knew it wasn’t possible, because he would never be accepted by them. He was nothing in this city, while she was seen as a princess since primary school. And he knew Eun held a high position, and there was no way he wanted to bring her down with him.

His father couldn’t keep a proper job, while his mother struggled to keep their small shop going, and his older brother was always sick. Mark almost had nothing but his talent as a barista. Though he was a terrible cook, he was amazing when it came to coffee. He was the best employee at the best coffee shop in the city, but it was still nothing compared to Eun’s position.

Mark knew it wasn’t right. And it may cost him, but he had to do it.

“Eun, I can’t marry you.”

“Why Mark?” she pulled away and glared at him through her tear. “Why not!?!”

“Because…”

I’m sorry Eun, you’ll hate me for this, but I’m doing this for you. I love you…

“Because I don’t love you Eun. I just dated you to be known by people. Back in school, and even now, I only dated you to be somebody instead of a nobody. But now that I’m a barista, I don’t need you anymore. I have a title, and that’s all I ever wanted.”

He pushed her hands off and quickly climbed down the window and ran away, not wanting to show her his face. Eun could read Mark easily, especially when he lies, so a quick getaway was definitely necessary.

But though she sat there quietly, unable to believe everything he just said, Eun knew those were all lies.

I’ll get you for this Lee Minhyung…

»»»

After a long day of coffee brewing and designing froths, Mark closed up all the machines as the others cleaned up the café. After an hour or so, they all bid each other, and he walked alone towards his house. He felt empty, much more than usual. And he knew why.

It’s been three days since he made the biggest lie in his life, and so far, he heard no response yet, and hoped she actually moved on.

Even if he couldn’t.

Reaching his family’s shop, which was below their small home, Mark couldn’t help notice how the place had much more customers than usual. It was nothing more than a small snack corner, but today seemed busy enough for them to actually gain money. Confused, he looked over the heads, and saw his mother smiling at the counter, unlike usual.

“Mum. What’s going on?”

“Oh, we got someone new to work for us, for free. Except, she had one condition.” the elder woman who explained, when a cheeky grin took over her.

“What’s that?”

“Marry you.”

“What!?!”

“Go and meet her. She’s in the kitchen, and an exceptional cook!”

Mark thought of someone. She was from school, and visited the café quite often just to talk to him. He knew she had an infatuation with him, but he could care less. His heart belonged to only one person, and no matter what he will keep it that way.

Entering the kitchen, he saw the lady’s back, and sighed seeing her work so diligently.

“Look, I know it’s you, but I’ve told you before to leave me alone. If you want, I’ll make sure to pay you to work here, but I won’t marry you, and that’s it. I only love Ko Eun, do you get it?”

He was about to turn and leave, when the young lady chuckled, making him turn back in anger. “What’s so funny? You think this is a joke?”

“To me, yes.”

Mark’s eyes widened at the voice, and he took steps closer to her, turning her around, his heart unable to steady itself.

“What… Eun, what are you doing here?”

Eun smiled cocking her head, and moved closer wrapping her arms around his neck. “I don’t want a luxury life if you won’t be a part of it.” she leaned her head against his shoulder as his arms held her to balance.

“Your parents? What would they think?”

“I don’t care.” she replied nonchalantly. “I fought with mum, and she told me to either get married, or get lost. I mean, she gave me an option, so I took the latter.”

“But… I told you Eun. I don’t love you. Stop deluding yourself, and go home. You don’t belong here.”

“Any other girl would be hurt, but not me. I know you Mark, I can read right through you. If you really meant what you said, you wouldn’t be holding me like this right now.”

Mark realised he had been holding her tight to himself for the past few minutes. Becoming nervous, he let out an awkward cough, causing Eun to simply chuckle and peck his lips.

“Do you really want to know how I’m here?”

“No mum! I’m not marrying him! He’s a show off, and stupid! Like, really stupid.”

“Eun, if you can’t love anyone, you have no choice but to li-”

“But I do! He just doesn’t want to meet you because even I know you won’t like him.”

“Oh really now? Well, who is this mystery lover of your’s?”

“He’s the barista at Tae Café, Lee Minhyung.”

“That man? Since when di-”

“Since highschool.”

“Fine then. I doubt he’s well off, so I’ll give you a deal. See if you can stand living like he and his family does, and I’ll let you off. If you come back, you have to marry Kiyoung. Understood?”

“So, you’re going to stay here?” Mark asked surprised.

“Yes, for a week, with no support from my family.” Eun said smiling, which still caught him by surprise.

“Eun, I’m not too sure about this…”

“We’ll be fine, I know it.” Eun replied confidently.

But maybe, she was a little too confident.

»»»

Both Eun and Mark couldn’t keep calm at all. One week passed by fast, and they were happy that she was actually able to live normally. Thanks to her, his family’s shop gained much more than before. She was happy because, even without money, she could live well thanks to the warm loving environment.

But now, they sat in her mother’s office, who apparently had something to tell her about Mark. And the woman didn’t take long to start talking.

“Well Eun, while you were busy being happy at that stupid, small shop, Mr. Lee here was elsewhere.”

“I know mum. The coffee sho-”

“Wrong!” she cut off her daughter loudly. “This man here that you ever so love has been seen with different women!”

Both Eun and Mark looked at each other, then back at the woman, with obvious unbelievable expressions.

“Don’t believe me? Well here’s evidence.” she threw printed photos onto the table. Eun picked them up and scanned through them, suddenly snickering. “And what’s so funny young lady?”

“Maybe the fact that these women, as you claim them to be, are my friends.” she showed the picture of Hina dragging Mark’s arm. It was on the day she needed his help to buy Jeno a birthday gift, and knew only Mark could help her.

“Well then, he’s cheating on you with them. I saw them. No friends are this touchy.”

“Well mine are.” she sneered back. “And it’s something we’re both used to. They like to hold hands and hug, but they don’t go as far as someone cheating. Now tell me mother, what was your real intention of this?”

They could see the woman’s face burn red, either in embarrassment or anger, but it didn’t matter. Eun had had enough.

“Just disown me.”

Mark couldn’t believe his ears. He had never heard such a phrase from Eun before. He knew how much she loved her family, despite all their money minds. But now she didn’t even wait as she took his arm and pulled him out with her, all the way back to his family’s place, into his bedroom.

Mark rubbed his arm as it hurt badly, when Eun suddenly hugged him tight. “Eun, you sho-”

“I don’t care.” she muffled into his chest. “I love you, so please stop telling me to go back there. I don’t want to. Unless she accepts you, I won’t.”

Mark sighed, hugging her back. She was a fighter, he knew she’ll do whatever she could to fight for them. There was no point going against her. He worried so much for her, for her future, her dreams, her life.

But all she really cared about was staying with him.

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Two years later…

Eun woke up smelling coffee. She stretched out her limbs, slowly getting off bed. She trudged into their kitchen, smiled seeing her fiance pouring coffee into her favourite mug. She walked up behind him, hugging his waist tight. Mark flinched, smiling when he saw who it was.

“Have coffee, it’s decaf. I’ll be out in a bit.” he said turning to kiss her. Eun pouted holding his hands tight.

“Do you have to go now?” she asked swinging their arms. He chuckled, pulling her hands up to his lips to kiss them both.

“Someone’s gotta keep you fed. Especially now.” he said, eyeing down at her tummy. Eun gasped dramatically, slapping his chest. Mark laughed, covering his chest. “It’s a good thing. The more you eat, the healthier he’ll be.”

“It’s a she!” Eun retaliated. Mark nodded in defeat before kissing her once more and leaving to their bedroom to change.

Before he could though, there was a knock at their door. Perplexed as to who would knock instead of ring the bell, Mark went back out to the front door and opened it. Suddenly losing all colour in his face.

“Uh.. Oh, uhm…”

“Where’s my daughter?”

Eun heard the voice, freezing right away. She quickly wiped her lips off the froth and walked out to see Mark still frozen, unable to answer her mother. She went ahead and stood between them, eyeing her mother.

“I’m here.”

The elder lady looked her daughter up and down, noticing her tummy slightly bigger than usual. Her eyes immediately widened. She looked down, thinking of what to say.

“Are you two… married yet?”

“Next week. You’re invited to our wedding if y-”

“No.” she cut her daughter off. “I don’t want that. I don’t want anything to do with you. I came here for a final time to try to get you back, but I’m not going to separate a pregnant woman from her lover like this.”

Eun’s heart broke. She thought her mother’s heart would have changed by now, but nothing did. She looked away for a second, took a deep breath before looking back. “Well, since there’s nothing else, you can go…”

The lady looked back up, sighing in dismay. “I would, but you have something to take from me.” she reached into her bag, taking out a brown paper file. “When your father passed away, before we cut ties two years ago, he gave his will to his lawyer. He spent a long time searching for you, but ultimately I had to find you.”

Eun stared at her mother confused. She turned to Mark, who motioned her to let her in for a little bit at least. Eun sighed and did so. They sat in the living room, her mother looking around the state of their small house. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. It was actually decent and comfy for the couple. She looked back to Eun as Mark placed coffee for her.

The elder lady watched as he sat next to Eun, knowing he’s not leaving anytime soon. She sighed and took out the file again, taking out the papers inside. “I’m going to keep it short and simple. Your father left his wealth to you. The company has been split into his shareholders because he didn’t want you to carry the burden of it, seeing as to you already found your happiness.” she exaggerated the last word, causing Eun to casually roll her eyes. “He left you his wealth because he wants you to live your life the way you want to with it.”

She passes her the file, which Eun opened to see the will and a application letter to the bank for her to claim the money. She smiled at the thought of her father and put it back inside, looking back at her mother. “What about you? What did he leave you?”

The woman suddenly looked down gloomy, sighing as she thought. “I am one of the shareholders. That’s why we married. I mean, that was the reason I tried to get you to do the same. I was jealous that you were trying to live your own life while I had to sacrifice mine, especially later on for you. That’s why you had your father’s support, because he didn’t want you to go through the same as us. And I hated to see you live the way you did, I couldn’t bear to look at it. That’s why I decided to cut ties.”

She got up and left the moment she finished talking, Mark running behind her to talk, or at least say goodbye. Eun got up slowly and only got to the door. She knew about her parents relationship. But she also knew how her father tried his very best to keep her mother happy, but to no avail. The woman was always sour about her life.

Seeing Mark come back in, she smiled at him and hugged him tight. “I hope you know that I never regret this.” she spoke softly. Mark smiled back and kissed her forehead hugging her as well.

“I know, I don’t regret either.”

Eun pulled away and stared at him, an idea popping into her mind. “You know, with all this money, we can start working on your online business.”

Mark stared back at her and slightly shook his head. “No Eun, it’s your money. Don’t spend it like that.”

“Mark, I’ve told you before. My only dream future is to be with you forever. I don’t care if we don’t make it, if I had to leave the life of a princess or whatever. You’re all I need. And it’s a lot of money, so I’d rather put it to good use than leave it aside.”

Mark bit his lip still thinking about her decision. He was touched, but still a little hesitant. Eun snaked her arms around his neck cocking her had, and he knew he couldn’t resist her like this.

“Fine.” he answered, resting his arms on her waist. “But a little at a time. We can’t splurge money on this. You need to save it for the future,” he said as his hand traced her slightly protruding tummy, a smile tugged at his lips, “especially for him.”

“Her!”

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[captainelsaeverdeen]

I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 3.

It’s heeeeeere! Yay! I started thinking about making an another blog to upload my imagines about this pretty boy you see up there, to not upload them here, on my main blog, but we’ll see! I hope you will enjoy this as much as I do writing it!

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

-

Calm down. Just calm down.

With each step, your heart was beating harder. Although it was pretty cold at home, you could feel yourself sweating under your shirt. Your best friend was waiting in the living room, talking to your mom when you stopped on the stairs to save time. But he noticed you. He smiled politely and came closer, licked his lips nervously.

“I think we should talk” he whispered. “Can we go upstairs?” “Of course” you murmured, leading him down the way that he knew so well. Dustin looked curious from his room, but you locked the door as soon as possible. “I... I don't even know what to say” Jonathan whispered so quietly that you could barely hear him. “You don't have to say anything” you laughed awkwardly. “It... I don't know what it is. I probably wrote it a hundred years ago. Maybe in high school. I was cleaning up the attic, maybe Dustin and Will found it and wanted to have fun by pissing me off”.

“You believe that Will... or your brother would have been able to do it?” Jonathan asked slowly, his fingers clamped on a thin envelope. You ran away with your eyes, your tongue burned you from your lies. “They're just kids. I once hid his Jedi figures when he broke my walkaman”.

“But we're not in kindergarten anymore, Y/N” your friend insisted, coming closer. He raised the letter to the height of your eyes so that you could see exactly all the words you wrote just yesterday. “I can't believe it's just a stupid joke. You wouldn't write it that way. You wouldn't put so much heart into it. So please don't be afraid to tell me it's true. I'm sure Nancy...” “You told Nancy?” you asked. You were so scared, cold shiver ran down your back.

“No. Not yet. And I'm probably not gonna do it” he was squeezing his nose in two fingers. “She's your friend. She'll understand. I'm sure she won't be mad. Y/N... I'm sorry, but I don't... I love you. But... I love Nancy too, in another, deeper way...” “I told you it was a joke” you broke it off, feeling your voice shaking. You heard the floor creaking in the hallway, and you clenched your hands on your shirt, hoping it wasn't Dustin. “I found an old letter and I don't know how it got to you, but it doesn't matter because... because...”

“Because?” Jonathan insisted, coming closer. The answer would be a lie, another lie. It's different to tell a teacher that you didn't do your homework because your brother vomited all day and you had to take care of him, and it's different to look into a friend's eyes and tell him that all the love, all the admiration for him described in the letter is not real. It would be easier with Steve. You'd tell the truth there. You didn't like him, not anymore. With Steve...

“Because?” Jonathan was growing impatient. His pupils dilated, his eyes were stuck only in you, his friend, his confidant, his advisor. If you confess, and he says again that what you dream of will never happen, your heart will be in a terrible condition. “Y/N?”

“You don't have to worry about that because I'm in love with somebody else “you said quickly, suprising him and yourself as well. Jonathan was shocked, the letter finally disappeared from your eyes. “What... in who? You have... you have a boyfriend and you didn't tell us anything?” “I didn't tell you because... I was afraid of your opinion. Especially Nancy. It's new, fresh, I didn't want to jam, I was afraid it wouldn't work, so...” “But who is it?” Jonathan interrupted your rambling and sat on the bed. “Do I know him?”

“It's Steve” you said, blinking fast. Jonathan looked like you hit him with a chair. He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. If you were a cartoon character, there'd probably be a lot of smoke coming out of his head from thinking hard. “You're serious?” he finally got out of his mind. “But... when did this happen? He asked you out?”

“I did” you said smiling. Funny. Once you start lying, the rest of lies start coming so easy, you don't even have to try. “A few days ago. I figured Nancy wouldn't mind. I just told Robin. Dustin... Dustin doesn't know anything about this”. “Oh my freaking god” Jonathan sighed in disbelief, and then he finally smiled for the first time since he went into his room. “So this is really just a stupid joke?” “Yeah” you laughed but really you wanted to cry out of stress. “But don't tell Will about it. I don't want him to have problems because of something like this... irrelevant. I forgive them.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?” Jonathan smirked. “I know you feel like killing them.” “Not them. Just myself” Jonathan smirked, but it wasn't a joke. “It's even flattering, you know” he shrugged his shoulder. “That you liked me in middle school. You wrote pretty mature for a little kid.” “I've been able to get out of English class with honors” you said dreaming of getting him out. 

“I'd love to tease you more because of this, but I promised my mom I'd only go for a while. If you don't mind...” he stopped talking when you opened the door. “No, I don't mind” you smiled a little bit. “I'm sorry I ran away then”. “You were afraid I'd catch you with a new boyfriend, I know. Nancy will be damn surprised.”

“Don't tell her” you told  fast, too fast not to arouse a suspicion. You swallowed seeing his surprised look, his eyebrows wrinkled in misunderstanding. “I want to do it myself. I should've done it before, but since the boys have found out that way...” “I'll be silent as the corpse” Jonathan smashed your hair and pretended to lock his mouth with his hand. And he left. The whole scene, the show the show you played for him lasted only a few minutes , and you felt like it was dragging on for hours. The pressure in your chest eased, you breathed deeply, hearing Dustin already moving into your room to ask what was going on.

You and Steve Harrington. That's ridiculous.

-

The food was disgusting. Steve usually loved Thursdays, Thursdays were the only day when Glory, the cook at school, was up to the task and cooked something that he really could eat at least once a week, but just looking at a dry turkey made him sick.

“Take as much as you want. I won’t eat that” he was disgusted, looking at his basketball teammates he's been sitting with since lunch with Carol and Tommy became an anguish. “You've got to keep in shape, man. You can't just drink chocolate milk.” “Well, that's what I'm gonna do.  It's the only thing I don't throw up from” he shrugged, taking a straw between his teeth.

“Hey, Steve” he heard someone behind him and almost choked on the milk. His friends were snorting laughing, revealing the rest of the food in their mouth. Steve coughed and turned around, seeing you in the middle of tall, muscular boys, plucking the cuticles at your  nails out of stress. “Here comes the meat” one of his friends laughed, slicing turkey. ”Are you lost, babygirl?”

“Choke on this trash” Steve threw a napkin at him and stood up. “Yeah, Y/N?” “Can we talk? Somewhere where you'll finish your dinner and where will be quiet?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I... yeah, yeah, of course. Let's find an empty table” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Loser” he heard passing by Carol, who was scanning Dustin's sister, walking ahead. He showed her the middle finger, hoping that the girl ahead of him hadn't noticed anything.

“Listen” Y/N sat opposite him at the table under the window. Someone spilled a Coke on it trying to wipe it off with a ton of napkins. “I'm sorry I ran away last time you wanted to talk to me. It was inappropriate, childish and impulsive. So... I'm sorry”.

“You've already said you're sorry” he said, leaning more comfortable in the chair. “I'm sorry” you said again, wanting to smash your head against the table. “Look... I want to make this clear. I'm flattered, but... I just broke up with Nancy.” “I see you're trying to reject me, but that's not what I want to talk about, and I certainly don't want to hear it for the second time this week” you sighned, running your hand through your hair. “I did... something stupid. And I don't mean to send you a letter. Stephen Harrington, I don't want to go out with you. But... I told somebody that I want to. That we're dating”.

Sometimes in difficult situations, his brain couldn't keep up with what was going on, and so it was this time. Her words didn't seem to reach him, he needed a moment to understand them. “If you'd like to continue your thought, I'd be very grateful” he said, so freaking confused. “I don't like you” you got him distracted even more. “Oh, God, that was rude, I'm...”

“Please, don't say you're sorry” he asked, wanted you to tell him what you mean as soon as possible. “I like you, but not in that way. But I had to say something, anything to make the boy I really like think I don't like him. I panicked and somehow you were the first person I thought of. I know I shouldn't have. I know I did wrong and I know I'm gonna burn in hell for it, but I did”.

“Who's so perfect that you had to lie instead of tell him the truth?” he asked, drinking the rest of his milk, making annoying noises. “And why did you think of me first?” “I don't know” you groaned, being super embarrassed. “I was thinking about our conversation on the field, how terrified I was that you really had that letter... And I won't tell you who I'm talking about now.”

“Well, I guess you'll have to, because I don't think you just came to admit what you did. You need my help. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to talk to me” he noticed and he was absolutely right. You sighed in and looked for Jonathan, who embraced Nancy's arm and offered her cookies. Steve turned around the same way. “Nooooo. There's no way in hell that all of this is about Jonathan Byers” “Why not?” you moved your shoulder. “Jonathan is a wonderful guy”.

“Yeah, but he's dating my ex” Steve sighned. “And you're in love with him. And I'm...” “I know how complicated it is. I know. He got a letter too” “Woah, woah, woah, hold on, hold on, stop” Steve squinted his eyes. “I'm not the only one who got the letter?” “I was sure I mentioned that it wasn't just one” you bite your lower lip once more. “No, you didn't” he rolled his eyes  dramatically. “You think you're special, and the second letter comes out.”

“And the third one” you added, drumming your fingers against the table. “And the fourth one. And even a fifth”. “Five love letters?” Steve couldn't believe it. When was the last time he saw you with a boy who wasn't Jonathan or your brother? “Damn it, Henderson, you're a player”. “And who says that” you muttered. Steve stopped talking. He realized he shouldn't have said anything about it. “Steve... if I confess, I'll lose him and her. And I can't allow that. That's why I'm asking you for help. I'm asking you to... a month, two months to pretend that... that you're my boyfriend.”

“Pretending?” Steve got lively, couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to help, even very much. He wanted to compensate you for those years when you had no contact. But so many things could have gone wrong. So many things could have screwed up. It was never your style. “We don't have to exaggerate” you said quickly. “We can... just be sensitive at school, hold hands, walk to class. Besides, we don't have to convince everyone that our relationship is real. All we need is Jonathan and Nancy to believe us. That's all I ask”.

Steve didn't know what to say. What's the worst that could happen? He liked you. You used to be his friend. He'd have a chance to help you. He knew what it's like when rejection hurts so much that it's all over your mind. He'd make it easier for you. You could have suffered less than he suffered. “I'm sorry to have bothered you at all. That's ridiculous” you  sighned, getting up.

“Wait a minute” Steve leaned over in the chair, grabbing your wrist. You turned around, looking at him with such hope in your eyes that he knew he would agree before he even said so. He was watching people in the canteen. Not everyone noticed them, but he saw some jealous looks from other girls, whispers from his teammates. And most importantly, he saw Jonathan and Nancy. He was smiling, she didn't know what was going on and you could see how much she wanted to ask her boyfriend about it. People will finally stop talking about how she broke his heart. And he'll finally have a chance to heal from her.

“If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right. and absolutely everyone will believe us” he said with a smile, getting you out of the canteen by the hand.

-

The sports hall was empty at lunchtime. You sat down crossing your legs on the blue mattress, taking out page from your notebook and pen, while Steve threw the ball into the basket, humming "I'm So Excited" by The Pointer Sisters under his breath.

“We need to set some rules” you said. Your voice echoed from an empty room. Steve threw the ball back in the basket. That's why we're gonna make a contract. “First of all... Steve, I don't want you to kiss me”. “No shit” Steve stopped bouncing the ball off the floor. “Who will believe this relationship if I can't kiss you?”

“I'm sure it would be just as uncomfortable for you as it would be for me. Don't get me wrong... I'm sure you're doing it right, but I don't see the point.” “Henderson, are you even going to high school?” Steve groaned and sat next to you on a mattress, pressing his knees to his chest. “Those people are hungry wolves. From now on, they'll analyze our every move, they'll talk about it here and then in their homes. And we don't want anyone to have any doubts, right? We're supposed to be credible”.

“Like I said, I just want Jonathan and Nancy to believe us”. “Yeah, but if I'm not mistaken, you need me for that, and I should have something to say” Steve pointed out a contract with only your names written on it so far. “And I want at least half the school to believe us. Unfortunately, you have to make a compromise”. “I hate compromises. No one is fully happy” Steve woven his hands behind his head and lay down on the mattress next to you. “But okay. I'll think about it”.

“But fast. Write” Steve got up. He seemed so excited, he couldn't sit still. “As your boyfriend, I have the right to walk you for any lesson and wait for you at your locker. And I'm taking you to school. With my car. And you sit with me during lunch”. “I'm always sitting with my friends. Mostly with Robin” you said. “I'm sure she'll be thrilled” Steve moved her arm. “What else... you can wear my sunglasses”.

“I won't need them inside of the building” you frowned your eyebrows. “That's not what wearing them is about. It's about looking good” Steve said, as if it was obvious. “And... I can keep my hand in the back pocket of your jeans. That's it.” “It's... those are your terms?” you made sure, while you read what you wrote quietly. “Is the pocket necessary?”

“If we don't have to kiss, or do it quite rarely, then yes, it is necessary”. “Let it be” you nodded your head. “My turn. No one can know we're pretending. Except for Robin”. “Why is Robin different than everyone else?” Steve squinted, raising his head to look at you. “I lied to two of my best friends, so she needs to know the truth. Even if I tried to lie, she would know it wasn't true. She knows me too well. And horror movie nights”.

“Horror movie night” Steve repeated slowly. “Will we go through Hawkins and murder innocent people?”

“You amaze me, Steve. Sometimes I really have to sit in silence for a while to be able to answer you” you've twisted your head. “We watch scary movies every week. Either with Dustin or Jonathan and Nancy, unless they're playing something new in the cinema. You have to start doing it with us.” “Everything for my girlfriend” he said, shaking his shoulder. Something warm was spreading through your cheeks. It couldn't have been the blush. Steve is not the boy who makes you blush. He embarrasses you, that's all. You're not the only girl who works like that.

“Oh, one more” Steve smiled. “You have to come to my matches. And parties.” “I saw it coming” you nodded your head. “I have no problem with that. There's something else... when you said you were gonna drive me to school, you'd have to take Dustin too”. “I thought you wouldn't want him to know.” Steve said not understanding. “I don't know if I'm gonna tell him yet. But until I do, he'll never forgive me for driving a BMW, and he's still getting to school by bike. I'll have hell at home.”

“Yeah, no problem. Sure. That bastard's pretty cute” Steve agreed. You signed the contract with your name, then you gave him a pen. The boy ran his eyes over the page again, his long eyelashes were sweeping through his brown irises like a fan. He breathed deeply and signed himself, smiling at one corner of his mouth. “And this way, we have a deal.”

“We have a deal” you nodded, hearing the bell ringing which was the sing that your lunch break was over. “I have to find Robin. And tell her about it as soon as possible.” “From the tone of your voice, I guess she won't be delighted” Steve got up from the mattress. You moved your shoulder, looking for a walkman in a bag. You put the headphones on your ears, seeing Steve look at you with curiosity. So many years. Why didn't he ever talk to you before? Why did you only start talking now that you had to save your friendship with Jonathan and Nancy? Maybe if he hadn't broken contact with you, it wouldn't have seemed so awkward, so weird. He didn't even know how to talk to you. Does this Y/N still like the same things she liked when she combed her hair into two ponytails and ate breadcrumb-free sandwiches?

“Robin will understand. She usually does crazy things and has crazy ideas. She'll understand that there was no other way out” you said. Steve licked his lips and nodded his head. He put his arm around you and took the headphones off your ears to take your hair out and be able to kiss your cheek. A sudden touch of his lips made your heart go down your throat, your body reacted faster than your mind. It's just Steve. It's just a harmless Steve. It'll be over in a month.

“Let's show them how much we love each other” the boy smiled, leading you out of the gym, straight into the jungle of bodies, gossiping girls and stupid boys. Before you got to your locker, his hand was already in the back pocket of your jeans.

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[phobidawg]

TLC Holiday Lunar Bake Off- Christmas Caking

Episode 2 of The Holiday Lunar Bake-Off, where the crew starts baking. Their first challenge, Christmas cakes! As expected, this leads to many funny mishaps and mistakes. 

(Yes I promised to post these every week but I got lazy I’m sorry!) 

Like the first, my apologizes for typos and grammar mistakes, I wrote this two years ago, and some of them I just didn’t bother to correct for “comedic effect” in my cringy young mind. I figured that this would provide some amusement in quarantine, and it does get funnier in later chapters (as my comedic understand develops.) Enjoy!

Iko: Welcome to Episode 2 of the Holiday Baking Championship, Christmas Caking! Contestants you may enter!

*there is some shouting backstage, a voice calls “No. I refuse to wear it.” and after a struggle, another voice saying “I don’t want to be here all day so get in single file or I swear on all the stars I will shoot you!”*

Kinney: Should I alert the Captain of the Guard? Maybe they should go deal with that… *he looks hopeful*

Iko: Aren’t you the Captain of the Guard?

Kinney: Yep.

Iko: *scowls at Kinney’s tactics, but there’s something adoring about it*

*Group files out of doors perfectly in order, with Scarlet in back, a hand on her waistband*

Iko: *looking super excited* OH MY STARS YOU GUYS LOOK SO CUTE!!! *squealing as she sees everyone wearing matching pink flowered aprons*

*kinney skillfully zooms in on Thorne wearing his pink apron, snickering*

Iko: *gushing* You all look wonderful! Oms! *fails to notice how badly the apron fits Wolf, or how awkward and broodingly mad at situation Jacin looks. Cress and Winter look at their aprons adoringly, whereas Cinder rolls her eyes at the pink. Scarlet is still wearing her red hoodie, so she’s fine, Thorne wears his proudly, and Kai keeps giving Cinder a nervous glance, hoping she doesn’t judge him.*

Iko: *getting over her love of the outfits* Our first challenge today is cake! Each person will have to make a cake including and starring a secret ingredient, and favorite among the holidays… *Tressa pushes a cart with a decorative cloth and a silver platter a top it*

Tressa: *quietly* Do you like the aprons?! I sewed them myself, and forced them into wearing it. *winks at Iko*

Iko: They’re perfect Tressa, as always! *secretive smile is shared*

Tressa: *lets go of tray in front of Iko before waving at camera* Hi Liam!

Kinney: *camera shakes violently as he waves back*

Tressa + Iko: Watch the camera!

Kinney: *muttering* a guy can’t get a break around here.

Tressa + Iko: *simultaneously again* shh!

Cinder: Iko, as you were saying before?

Iko: Oh yeah! Tressa could you do the honors?

Tressa: Really?! *super excited*

Iko: Oh course! *super dramatically* and the mystery ingredient is…

Tressa: *slowly and equally dramatically lifts top* Apples!

Iko: Yay! Thank you Tressa for your marvelous performance! *starts to applaud*

Wolf: *growls at apples threateningly*

Cinder and Scarlet: *give Wolf a glance before sharing a knowing look*

Winter: I love apples!

Jacin: *looking slightly worried* After Levana’s stunt I’m still wary about apples petites and apples in general…

Thorne: Oh, don’t be such a worrywort. *claps Jacin’s shoulder* There’s nothing wrong with the candy! That was one time! Apples themselves may be a bit questionable, but I eat the candy all the time and there’s nothin’ wrong with me. Ever since Winter introduced me, and Cress found a store in the middle of Utah that sold some, I’ve been eating non-stop, and I’m fine! Great even! *flexes arm* Ain’t that right Cress?

Cress: *blushing profusely*

Cinder: Which part? The candy or the part about you being fine? Because I think I know which one you’re correct about, and it’s not the one that involves you flexing shirtless in front of the Rampion mirrors every morning.

Thorne: *shrugs* What can I say? I have a great bod.

Cress: *blushing even redder*

Wolf: Cress are you okay? You look like you’re about to turn into a tomato!

Kai: You mean like that movie where the girl turns into a blueberry and gets to be rolled out of the factory?

Cinder: *surprised* You’ve watched Charlie and the Chocolate factory?

Kai: What! Being an only child in a huge palace can get boring.

Scarlet: You mean the one where the kid wins a ticket in a chocolate bar? I used to love that movie!

Winter: *singing* who can take a sunrise?

  Sprinkle it in dew?

  Cover it in chocolate,

  And a miracle or two?

Scarlet, Winter, Cress, and Kai: The candyman,

    The Candyman Can.

    The Candyman can

‘cause he mixes it  

with love and makes

the world taste good.

Cinder + Jacin: stooooooop

Cinder: You guys do realize that song is like literally 100+ years old? Talk about not being on top of pop culture.

Jacin: Hear, hear.

Cress: Um, you do realize I was stuck in a satellite for the last few years? I didn’t even learn how to use a microwave until yesterday.

Thorne: *looking proud*  I showed her.

Cress: *giving him a look* Wait a moment. As I was saying, being on top of pop culture is the least of my worries. And I like this song!

Winter: What’s a microwave?

Wolf: Stole the words right out of my mouth.

Scarlet: Horrible devices that are ruining good home cooking.

Cinder: Oof. My life is a lie.

Wolf: Ew. Also Scar, could you teach me that song you were singing later? You sound beautiful when you sing it.

Scarlet: *smiling* Oh, we’re totally watching Willy Wonka later.

Cress: Slumber party with 2nd Era movies anyone?!

Iko: Count me in!

Cinder: *sighs* I guess I’m coming to then, I’ll dragged there whether I want to or not.

Winter: Yay! Dear Selene your going to love it. Can we watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarves from Disney as well?

Cress: I love Disney! Especially Tangled. I can totally relate relate to her hair struggles ;)

Thorne: I got the popcorn and candy!

Winter: Jacin?

Jacin: No way in spades am I watching a movie about a bunch of kids eating chocolate and singing.

Winter: *pretty pleading eyes* Pretty please? With a bow and sour apples petites on top?

Jacin: *averting eyes carefully* fiiiiine.

Kinney: This is fun and all, but aren’t we tapping a show? I sacrificed my netdramas to keep this thing plugged in all night!

Iko: Oh yeah! Anyway, what were we talking about?

Cinder: Apples.

Thorne: Huh?

Cinder: *annoyed* Apples!

Thorne: Is your battery running low again? Because I have no intention of opening your control panel ever again *shivers squeamishly*

Cinder: No! That’s the last thing we were talking about you dolt!

Thorne: Oh, that makes more sense. Thank goodness.

CInder: *rolls her eyes*

Thorne: *throws an arm around Cinder shoulders buddy-like* Oh, you know you love me. *rubs his knuckles in her hair*

Cinder: *groans* Get off me you oaf. *shoves his arm off and pulls now even messier ponytail higher*

Iko: Okay! So on three, everyone grab a bag of apples and… GO!

*Everyone except Wolf and Winter, who are still standing where they were*

Winter: Oh, are we starting? *giggles and twirls over to grab some apples*

Wolf: *angry* I refuse!

Scarlet: *coming over with her bag* Come on, it’s just a competition…

Wolf: No! I refuse to insult tomatoes in such a way! These upstart apples, what do they think they are… *glares at Scarlet’s bag angrily*

Scarlet: Calm down, it’s not that big a deal…

Wolf: *getting worked up* Not a big deal? Not a big deal! Apples are taking over! Everywhere you look, there’s apples! Apples pie, apple muffins, apple waffles… not tomatoes, never tomato pie, or tomato muffins!

Scarlet: *placing a hand on his shoulder* It’s okay, I’m sure you can work with apples this once…

Wolf: Work with the apples! Of course not! You know what, I’ll show them, I refuse to use the tomatoes.  I absolutely won’t  bend to the norm of today’s world! Tomatoes will always be #1, no matter what anyone else thinks. SO you know what? *not waiting for a response* I’m going to use tomatoes instead! See how they take that! *purposefully marches toward pantry*

Cinder: *coming over to meet Scarlet* What just happened?

Scarlet: *rolling her eyes, but there’s something loving about it* Stars only know! Now, we need to get started.

*the two walk over to their stations*

*screen follows Iko as she walks over to Kai, who is gathering supplies, his brow furrowed in concentration*

Iko: Watcha doin’ Kai?

Kai: *jumps, dropping supplies* Oh, um, *bending down to pick up dropped stuff*I was thinking of making apple crumble, something that I used to make with my mom when we were little.

Iko: Aw! Have you ever made these yourself before?

Kai: Uh, no? But I’m confident in my abilities. *puts on a fake confident smile*

Iko: You don’t seem confident. But that sounds amazing! Good luck, I have my money bet on you winning! *smiles flirtatiously*

Kai: *smiles gratefully, completely not noticing Iko’s flirting* Thanks Iko!

*camera follows Iko as she walks over to Cress*

Iko: Hey Cress! What are you working on?

Cress: Hi Iko! I’m working on apple cinnamon cookies with honey drizzle.

Iko: *surprised* Wow! That sounds really advanced!

Cress: I’ve never made it before, but I would watch baking shows in the satellite and read up on different pastries in my free time.

Iko: That sounds like a smart strategy. Well played Cress!

Cress: Well, I didn’t exactly know I was going to be on a baking show in the future, but thanks. Also, best of all, I’m going to be able to use my newfound microwave abilities!

Iko: Awesome! Good luck Cress!

*camera floats over to Thorne who’s next to Cress*

Thorne: Um, Cress?! I’m supposed to put 22 cups of flour in here, right? Or was it just 2… ?

Cress: *peeks over from her own cookie supplies, where she sees Thorne with a huge bowl of flour, flour spilling all over the edges. He is covered head-to-toe in white flour, and he looks like a ghost.* Oh, Captain. *she Smiles, pecks his flour-covered cheek, and starts to wipe of his face.*

Iko: *swooning, one hand on her heart, the other at her side* awww!!!

Kinney: Are we going to interview him or not?

Iko: Stars no! I’m not getting flour on my new dress! More importantly, I’m not interrupting my ship in action!

Kinney: *groans*

Iko: What if you take the camera around while I stay over here and fangirl?

Kinney: *grumbling but the camera slowly starts to move around room*

*zooms in on Jacin and Winter, who are working side by side*

Winter: I love Christmas!!! *throws green and red glitter in air, covering both her and Jacin*

Jacin: *ducking and covering head with arms* Ah! Cut that out! *smiling to himself, but trying to hide it*

Winter: Aw, come on, have a little fun! *smiles micheviously, and throws more glitter on Jacin, who now resembles a sparkly christmas tree ornament than a person*

Jacin: *scowling* uuuugh. *scowls down at his pink apron and the glitter, cringing majorly.* I have no words to describe how bad this is.

Winter: You look like Christmas dear Jacin. *humming to herself, she starts to pour sugar and flour into a bowl, but some sugar spills out* Oops! *giggles*

Jacin: *sighs affectionately* You really are nothing but Trouble.

Winter: Thank you. *starts to clean up sugar* This apple petite cake is going to be yummier than Scar’s macaroons!

Scarlet: *looking up from her work. Playfully competitive* Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. My apples macaroons are going to blow everyone else’s desserts out of this galaxy.

Winter: What about you Jacin? How is your dessert going to compare?

Jacin: I don’t know, they haven’t been judged yet.

*camera leaves and travels over to Wolf, who has a workplace ahead of him filled with nothing but tomatoes*

Wolf: *has five plates for all of the judges ahead of him. On each of the plates, there is one chopped tomato, one smashed tomato, and a plain tomato.*

Wolf: Perfect. Yum. *reaches to each a little bit of smashed tomato, but stops himself* No, it’s for the judges. ;(

Wolf: *goes over to blender with tomato in hand*

Kinney: Ewww *moves away to Cinder’s station*

Cinder: *tries to wipe a bit of apple of her cheek, but only spreads it more* Kai, pass me the vanilla extract.

Kai: What’s the magic word?

Cinder: *groaning* pleeeaase.

Kai: *tosses her a small bottle, and notices the apple on her face with a small smile, before turning back to his stuff*

Cinder: Hey Kinney.

Kinney: SHh! I’m not here… *waggles fingers in Cinder’s face mock mysteriously*

Cinder: *smirking* Hello Not Here.

Kinney: Just no. *leaves Cinder’s station to stick camera in Kai’s face*

Kai: *leans back a bit* Um hello?

Kinney: *no response, put finger to his lips*

Kai: *nods* Okay. *turns back to his work*

*camera zooms in on the bowl with sugar covered caramelized apples*

Kinney: *camera shakes a bit as he nods, impressed*

*suddenly, camera slips and falls into bowl of apples*

Kai: *off-screen* AH NOT MY APPLES!

Iko: *off-screen* AAH KINNEY NOT THE CAMERA!

Kinney: *off-screen* oops.

*everything comes back into view as Kinney picks up camera, but everything in blurry because of the carmel sauce on the lens*

Iko: *coming really close the screen to inspect it* Ugh. It’s going to need a new lens. Kinney!!!!!!

Iko: *over her shoulders* FIFTEEN MINUTES BAKERS! *to camera* Okay, so we’re going to get a new lens, so until next time, Happy Holidays, and please like, repost, share, and stay tuned for next time, where we’ll see who wins Challenge One, Christmas Caking! Love you! <3 ;P

[shanghai-ohmy]

MaoMaoctober Day 12: Madness

Kevin: M-my name is Kevin, with a B, and I’m afraid of bugs. Mao Mao: Stop, stop, stop. Where’s the B? Kevin, panicking: There’s a bee?!

Today’s fic is about how the sweetypies are constantly one minor incident away from total chaos. I’m still laughing at this one to be honest. It’s light and funny for a change! Read it on AO3 or after the cut.

Mao Mao was stretched out on the grass outside their headquarters, drenching himself in the afternoon sun. It felt incredible against his black fur, which caught the heat in its dense darkness. This was heroic relaxation at its finest.

A strange smell tickled at his nose. Smoke, maybe? Badgerclops must be cooking, he thought, turning over and keeping his eyes shut. He didn’t want to get up just for that. Still, the smell was hard to ignore.

“Hey Mao,” Badgerclops said as he stepped out of the door, “do you know wh-OH GOD WHAT IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?!”

Mao Mao’s eyes snapped open. In an instant he was on his feet. He looked to where Badgerclops was pointing, and saw utter chaos in the town below. Plumes of smoke billowed from various neighborhoods. Badgerclops produced a pair of binoculars from his tool sash, which Mao Mao immediately grabbed. There were sweetypies running through the streets, screaming. Several cars were overturned. Some areas of the city were completely empty, abandoned like ghost towns. 

“Nice job listening for the monster alarm, Badgerclops!” Mao Mao yelled as he ran for the pole down to the garage. “Adorabat, come on!”

“It didn’t go off, dude!” Badgerclops yelled back, chasing after him. He grabbed a sheet of dot matrix printer paper from a basket as he passed.

The three of them scrambled onto the aerocycle. “What’s going on?!” Adorabat asked.

“I don’t know!” Mao Mao shouted back, kicking the bike into gear. 

As they sped through the waterfall and down towards town, Badgerclops looked at the printout he’d grabbed. “Yeah dude, the last alarm was yesterday morning! Whatever this is, it’s not a monster!”

“Or,” Adorabat said grimly, “it’s a monster so horrible and terrifying that nobody could stop screaming long enough to sound the alarm.”

“Let’s… hope it isn’t that,” Mao Mao said, setting down the aerocycle on the wide avenue that ran between the town’s east and west gates. There was screaming somewhere nearby, but this road seemed abandoned. A stray piece of paper drifted on the breeze, the only thing here that was moving.

Mao Mao snatched it out of the air and stuffed it into a nearby garbage can. Litterbugs.

“Hello?” Adorabat called, her voice echoing down the empty street. 

“What’s the plan, Mao?” Badgerclops asked. His back was pressed up against Mao Mao’s. They moved as a unit, Mao Mao walking forwards and Badgerclops backwards. Badgerclops’s blaster was out. Mao Mao had Geraldine unsheathed.

“We clear this sector, then find someone who can tell us what the hell is going on.”

“Do you think the monster is here?!” Adorabat whipped her head around looking for it.

Mao Mao shook his head, keeping his eyes on the scene in front of him instead of looking at Adorabat. “Too quiet. Everyone’s gone.”

“Yeah,” Badgerclops agreed, “it’s more like the monster was already here.”

“If there even is a monster,” Mao Mao added.

They reached an intersection where a storefront burned. One of its windows was shattered. Still back to back, Mao Mao and Badgerclops spun in a slow circle. 

“Clear?” Mao Mao asked.

“Clear.” Badgerclops broke away from him. “Adorabat, fire control!” He retracted his hand into his robotic arm, swapping it for a wide nozzle. He unplugged the arm from his shoulder with a pop and connected it to a nearby fire hydrant. One quick turn of a wrench later and the arm was spewing water like a fire hose. Adorabat aimed the stream of water, flying the nozzle up to douse the second floor after she finished with the first.

All the while, Mao Mao swept the area for any sweetypies or monsters. He returned just as they had finished dealing with the fire. “There’s nobody here!” He sounded frustrated. “It’s a ghost town.”

Badgerclops reattached his arm. He shook a few residual drips of water out of the tip of the nozzle, then swapped back to hand mode. “How are we going to figure out what’s going on?”

“I can fly recon!” Adorabat offered, shooting up into the sky.

“No!” Mao Mao yelled. Badgerclops whipped his arm up at her, grabbing her out of the sky and reeling her back to them.

“It’s too dangerous,” Mao Mao explained. “We don’t know what the threat is, Adorabat. We can’t risk splitting up. For all we know, moving as a group is the only thing that’s kept us alive so far.”

Adorabat was amazed. Mao Mao is so smart! And Badgerclops is so calm! They’re not scared at all, not even a little. This is SO COOL!

Mao Mao’s ear twitched. A rumbling sound was approaching from the intersection they’d just cleared.

Badgerclops heard it too. “Adorabat, behind me!” He charged up a beam, pointing it towards the intersection. The rumbling grew louder, and then…

Slim Pigguns burst around the corner, drifting in a massive monster truck. He had some sort of face paint on. He laughed wildly, gunning the engine and burning his tires. “The end is here! Only the strong will survive! I’ll rule over all of you!” He shouted this at Mao Mao, who was completely stunned. The tires finally caught traction on the road and the monster truck shot forward, disappearing down the street. Pigguns’s laughter faded along with the roar of the engine.

“That bodes well!” Badgerclops said with fake cheeriness.

“Um, Mao Mao? Is it the end of the world?” Adorabat mostly sounded confused.

Mao Mao sighed, tension releasing slightly. “No, Adorabat, I don’t think it is. I think something stupid is going on.”

Badgerclops nodded in agreement. “Let’s just like, keep running towards the screaming until we find a sweetypie who can tell us what’s up.”

“But what about the monster?!”

Mao Mao sheathed his katana. “We’ll be fine, Adorabat.” He sounded annoyed. “Let’s move.”

They ran through the streets, righting trash cans and putting out fires as they went. Somehow, less than two hours since their last patrol, the city had gone full apocalypse. Stores were looted, walls were spray-painted, garbage cans were set on fire. A car had crashed into a nearby hydrant, which was now spewing water. Several cars sat empty, abandoned by their drivers with the lights still on. One was flipped on its hood, skid marks all around.

Mao Mao angrily wrote up a parking ticket and slapped it to the vehicle, muttering under his breath. 

Finally, they reached the epicenter of the chaos. Sweetypies were running hysterically, arms over their heads as they screamed. Mao Mao watched as Kevin threw himself through the window out of a nearby house, breaking the glass and landing on the street with a squeak. Badgerclops swiveled his head around, checking every possible direction for a monster. All he saw were cars swerving and crashing, narrowly avoiding fleeing citizens.

Mao Mao stormed up to Kevin and grabbed him by the straps of his overalls. “What. Happened.”

Kevin looked up at him, dazed. Then his eyes lit up. “Shewiff Mao Mao! You’re hewe! We’we saved!”

“Why’s everyone freaking out, man?” Badgerclops asked.

“Thewe was a… a bee!”

Mao Mao dropped him to the ground. “A… a bee? You did-” he gestured around wildly- “ALL of this… BECAUSE OF A BEE?!” He roared that last part at the sky.

Badgerclops pinched the bridge of his nose. ”Oh my god. Adorabat, could you…” He looked over at Adorabat and stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes were wide open, pupils tiny with fear. They were darting around everywhere, and she was breathing rapidly. Badgerclops put a hand on her. “Hey, Adorabat, what’s-”

Her eyes focused. “BEE!” she screamed, attempting to fly away in panic. Mao Mao grabbed her and held her with them. 

“Adorabat! It’s just a bee! And it’s not even here! Kevin just SAID the word ‘bee’ and you started freaking out!”

She calmed down, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Mao Mao…“

“Gonna be honest, dude,” Badgerclops said to Mao Mao, “I’m getting a little bit sick of the sweetypies.” 

“Ugh, tell me about it. If they’re so afraid of bees, how do they even have honey?”

Honey poked her head out silently from behind a nearby car.

“No! We weren’t talking about you!” Badgerclops yelled. “Unbelievable,” he muttered to himself as he transformed his hand into a megaphone. He held the mouthpiece up to Mao Mao’s face.

“EVERYONE STOP!” Mao Mao yelled into the megaphone. The chaos settled down. One wayward car crashed into a lamppost. “The situation has been dealt with! Go back to your homes!” Several sweetypies appeared from hiding places, looking around cautiously. “Yeah, go on. Get out of here. Your fines and arrest warrant notices for all of the property damage will be in your mailboxes tomorrow.”

Badgerclops grabbed an uprooted road sign from Ketchup’s hands as she walked by. “Seriously dude? Come on.”

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves!!” Mao Mao concluded, calling after the dispersing crowd through the megaphone. He turned back to Badgerclops and Adorabat. “Well, that was stupid.”

Badgerclops laughed. “Sure was.”

[lockdownuk]

Lockdown Diary Part 6

A personal account during the lockdown in the UK due to the Covid-19 outbreak.

23/03/2020 8:30pm Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, gives a live address to the nation to, effectively, put the country on lockdown to stem the spread of the deadly coronavirus strain, Covid-19.

Many of us have been self-isolating for days but this latest development within the UK in reaction to the pandemic feels very serious and very scary. I decided to keep a simple diary and where better but online.

Day 151: Great hour or so last night around Foggy’s. When I got home I watched World War Z and some stand up by Nate Bargatze and drank and smoked loads. Today, I got up just before 2pm and felt soooo unmotivated. I was going to have a day of doing fuck all but had a change of heart around 7pm so did my stair climb then walked for over an hour (7km) and got home at 9:30pm!

Day 152: Typing on day 153. I popped up and saw Foggy last night. One of the reasons was I wanted to take him a beer to say thanks for looking over my mitigation statement for my impending court hearing for speeding. He liked what i wrote but has given me some key amendments. Basically free solictor advice and I am very grateful. While there he hit me with the news that Ham’s sister, Preeya, has died (last Friday 14th August) from Covid 19. To say i was gobsmacked is an understatement. She was 49. The family could only talk to her over a loud speaker and had to say good bye that way as her life support was swithced off. Fucking hell, it’s terrible. And, what makes it worse, is how complacent I have become about the disease while it’s causing so much tragedy. As I said to Foggy, it’s important to renew our efforts in combatting this disease so that Preeya’s death at least means we learn. I also feel guilty for not realising that many people have passed like this - just because I (sort of) knew Preeya doesn’t mean I shouldn’t feel any less sorry for the dozens of people dying and many more affected everyday. My emotions are in turmoil and yet I’m not directly affected.

Day 153: Typing this on day 154. Gone midday before I woke up. Beers in the evening and watched Den of Thieves. Great film.

Day 154: Woke up at 2:37 pm FFS. Just done a walk and I feel like shit (booze induced).

Day 155: Went to bed at about 4am yesterday but was up at 10am today so, usual Monday correction of sleep patterns. Two long walks today plus a little housekeeping on photos, sharing to the Oundle chatter group, so, quite constructive. Hoir chat with dad plus a chat with a recruitment agemt about a helpdesk manager role in Peterborough.

Day 156: Typing on Day 157. I saw Karen sitting with TTP (and two others I couldn’t make out) at the T&K on my second walk. Why does that piss me off so much? I am being like Jack in Midnight Run. I need to let go.

I am also getting wound up with Tumblr - I can only make entries on this diary blog on the PC - when I try on the Android or Apple apps, they pop up with ‘post too long’. Trying getting info from Tumblr’s online help on that though - fucking not happening. I think I might move this to a Google Blog...it’s not like anyone else reads it. I’m not sure I’d want that - it’s far more a private diary now rather than the cute ‘blog’ idea it started out as. It is now a disciplinary exercise more than anything.

Day 158: Feeling less sorry for myself now. It’s 10pm and I am having a midweek beer as I wait for tea to cook.

Day 159: Decided I will split this diary into 30 day sections to appease Tumblr. My second walk today was at 8pm ‘cos it was pissing down from about 4pm ‘til 7:30pm...very dark and so wet. Home by 9.15pm.

Day 160: I went shopping in Corby (Tesco and Asda) - I only really went so I could get blue eggs. £75 on booze! I was going up to Fog’s tonight but at around 6pm it started to piss down. So, I shall drink at home. It’s 9.15pm, I think it’s going to get messy.

Day 161: Not sure when I wnet to bed last night but I didn’t get up until 2pm. Nice long walk (9km) in the rain!

Banners and Sam G went to London to have a few with Andy P. I’m a little flabbergasted, it’s like there’s no Covid19 all a sudden.

Day 162: Bank holiday Sunday so I am having a beer or two. Tea’s cooking, gonna watch The Accountant on BBC1 at 10.30pm. Today I got up at 1.55pm and managed to have a shower and be downstairs to see the start of the Belgian GP. Hamilton won, pretty easily. I then did my stair climb and a 9.8km (6 mile) walk.

Last night I watched a rather quirky, entertaining comic horror film called Ready or Not and then Ricky Gervais - Fame. That’s the tour I saw him live after seeing Henman’s final tennis match at the Davis Cup at Wimbledon. Bloody funny - the recording could even be the show Karen and I were at. Bed at around 5am, hence not egtting up ‘til way past midday!

Day 163: Bank Holiday Monday, just like a Sunday. I am making this entry on my phone as I'm now able to due to breaking up the diary blog into 30 day sections.

Molly's Game, a film I've tried to rewatch several times but it's never been free, is on BBC2 tonight. I'm recording it right now but actually watching Seinfeld from the start on All4. The first couple of episodes are a bit ropey if truth be told. Luckily, I know it improves.

Day 164: Managed to get hold of Michelle via her daughter Daisy to place a nice big order for C. Just as well ‘cos Tim’s ignoring me!

Rang and spoke with Barry Haddon today to check he’s OK.

Day 165: Picked up C from Michelle’s in Yarwell. While there I was mauled by her over friendly Staffordshirebull terrier getting bit on the thigh. Twice in six months I’ve been bitten by dogs.

Karen WhatsApp’d to see if I’d seen Miley Cyrus on the Live Lounge!

Day 166: Forgot to say that yesterday, I also bumped into and chatted with Pete Gilder. We mainly talked about (getting caught) speeding.

Today I did over 22k steps and I am fucked. 

I replied to an email from Shirley at work HR. After the furloughed staff call on Thursday, which I didn’t attend, they want us to cash in some (more) hoilday, which is fine by me, but I have also asked if we are any clearer as to what happens on 1st October, when the rentention scheme ends. I await her reply.

Day 167: Another 20k stpes today. Just 24k needed to have completed 1m steps since the start of July.

It’s Friday, about 9.45pm. I’m going to watch Molly’s Game and have a few beers.

Day 168: Got up at just before 2pm. It’s now 10.15pm and I am just having my first beer, Today was a lazyish day, completed 12k steps.

Day 169: Completed the 1m steps with 24 days to spare. Woohoo. Now, I am unsure whether to reduce the walking I have got so used to doing? I think I might keep up an average of 11k steps a day which is all I would have needed to accomplish to reack 1m in 3 months.

I’m pleased I did it today since I :went to bed a nearly 5am this morning!

Day 170: Actually typing this on day 171. Feels weird having done the 1m steps, almost like I’ve nothing to do. However, I am of course going to keep walking but not quite as hard/much. I did feel liek I was walking myself into the ground all in the name of finishiong the task ASAP. So, today I only had one walk, did 11,5k.

Yesterday’s Italian GP was a cracker. Hamilton had a penalty and ikt ended up with Gasly winning. Full of incident including a red flag so the race ‘restarted’.

I completely forgot ot make this entry on the correct day?

Day 171: I have decided to press on with the walking - not quite so urgently as before - to see what I can achieve steps-wise in 3 months. So, today, an unusually hot day for September, I did 18k steps plus cleaned the bathroom, hoovered my room and stairs and hallway. I am fucked!

Today I have bought a set of smart scales and a new pair of Skechers. The Skechers were almost free (£69 reduced to £30ish which I had in Paypal) and the scales were £20. Still, I shouldn’t. I don’t know what will happen at the end of October when the CJRS ends plus I don’t know what punsihment will be dished out, any day now, for the speeding offence! Fuck it!

Day 172: An eventful day. Boris has restricted gatherings to no more than 6 people and will use ‘Covid Marshalls’ to police this. It’s causing a stir amongst the online community. I have set up accounts with Gurushots and Picfair to showcase my snaps. The latter offers the opportunity to sell them. I watched Anchorman 2. It was pretty good. I also postd on the Oundle chatter group about walking in front of a car the other day - the driver, a yound lady, was enchanting the way she just smiled and let me pass - I used it as an opportunity to ask about George Higgins saving a child from near death at the hands of a lorry, the post about which has disappeared.

Day 173: Lots have seen my post re: my car incident but the bait hasn’t been taken.

Sarah Haines made a nice comment about my photo posts on the Oundle Chatter group also saying that she doesn’t know me but, it turns out she does. She is James Watson’s ex from when I first moved to Oundle so we caught up on Messenger.

Rachel Harris posted a meme slating Boris about the fact we were all encouraged to go out and about (inclding the Eat Out to Help Out scheme) and now we are being sent back to ‘our room’. Some of the comments continue to slate the government. I couldn’t resist commenting that, had the royal ‘we’ maintined social distancing and remembered there’s a fucking pandemic, perhaps we might not be under impending severe lockdown, as it now looks like. I also mentioned photos I have seen (one posted by Rach herslf) whereby you could be mistaken for thinking that there isn’t a pandemic. I have finished the comment with a line about we can only blame ourselves, not the hapless government! I wonder what reaction that will get!

Day 174: Scales were delivered today. If they are accurate I am a little over 11 stones, from 12st 7lbs before lockdown. Can’t quite believe it. I have a yearly diabetic review with Lynne in October so i can check then. If the scales are wrong, I’ll be livid on 2 scores!

Friday night beers as I type. Been looking forward to them since last Saturday!

Day 175: I do not trust the new scales. I get a different reading each time I step on them and by 10-12 lbs. Fucking things. Boots arrived today - they’re going back as well. Footy season started today. Posh lost away to Acrrington Stanley. “Who are they?”

Day 176: The GP was reflagged again today (a new track at Tuscany. A red flag two races on the trot is most unusual. Hamilton won.

Day 177: I managed to get the scales working. I’m pretty much the same weight I was prior to ld (about 12.5 st). This leads me to believe that if I wasn’t doing all the walking I am, I would be as fat as a fucking house. On that note, Google Fit is playing up. It loses the step and heart point count for each walk (although the workouts retain the route map info) Wtf?

I think K and TTP might be a thing from a post I saw on FB whereby some chap (who I don’t know) commented on TTP’s post that it was nice to see him and K. Kinda gutted if it is true but I shouldn’t be. That’s all I will say on here.

Day 178: Jim contacted me today to let me know he’s leaving RCI. He was quite secretive about why and what’s going on but, there it is. He went on to say that HR will be contacting me shortly to call me back from furlough. Sueanne is taking over as team leader but that’s temporary. and that they will most likely promote from within. I struggling to think what it would be like if Mark was boss! The way RCI are and how disjointed it is with Jim as boss, I shan’t take it as read until HR do contact me. Also, I dunno how I feel about it...I have got so used to not working. But, and it’s a big but, I doubt I’ll have a job after the retention scheme finishes so, if this does pan out, it’s good. I’ll be back to job hunting while in a job, as per before the pandemic.

Also, I received an email letting me know the punishment for my speeding offence was 6 points and a £233 fine, plus costs (£90) and victim support (£34), £357 in total. More than I expected. But, no ban, so I’ll suck it up. 

Day 179: Having midweek beers. I'm in that sort of mood.

Day 180: I WhatsApp’d Jim to let him know HR haven’t contacted me. His garbled response went from telling to give them a shout and let them know he is leaving, to which I asked ‘don’t they know?’, he then said hold fire (on Sueanne’s instruction) and she has said for me to sit tight and then, finally, that HR will contact me! Fuck knows what’s going on! I had a diabetic review with Lynne today. When you go to the surgery you have to let in, which I was by Keren. It was nice to see and chat with her. She is back with Ronnie which was news to me. Then Lynne came and got me. It was nice to see and chat with her also. She weighed me and I’m 12st 3lb. Apparently in Jan last year I was over 13st!

[ironwoman18]

The Worst Third Date Ever part 14

Chapter 14: New Year

When the December thirty-first arrived. Max was in their bed, wearing his shirt and underwear.

She looked at him and smiled. He looked so cute when he was sleeping and she could not help but fall more for him.

When they went back to DC she will miss waking up next to him every day. She wanted to propose to him the moving in together but it was still to soon.

She was the one who set the 'take things slow' and she already break it. Their first kiss happened because of her after Catherine's kidnapped her dad and sister, their first time making love happened because of her after him been so sweet and gentleman and caring with her family that she could not resist.

This travel happened because of her, so now she realized that her plan was an excuse for not open up to him, but he was so... him that she could not help herself but to open every window, door... everything to him.

But this... moving in was a big step even for her. She ran her hand gentle into his hair, she was careful not to wake him up.

She wanted to wake up like this every day but was not sure if that would be possible with his job.

She remembered talking to Kristy and Kristall at the Christmas party at David's house.

David took his male friends for a friendly round of poker, he and Matt knew Spencer would will but the funny thing will be watching the others getting surprised by that.

At the only people left there were a couple sitting at the living room talking and the two wives of her boyfriend's coworkers.

"So how is it like to be marry a FBI agent?" Max asked to break the ice.

"It's both exciting and terrifying" said Krystall with a smile.

"Same" said Kristy "and I would add that it makes you terribly worry but then when they come back and hug you, it's like the first time" add her "that's why we have five children" they laughed.

"I don't need that much children" said Max laughing "I'm scared, Spencer and I just started dating and I'm already worry when he told me about a case"

"I understand, Matt was part of a different team a couple of years ago. With this team he had to go further than with the BAU. Because they had to go out of the US"

"Wow that must be terrifying"

"It was, but we survived it and I dont think anything would break us. I think after Catherine Adam's face off, you will also survive anything"

"I'm agree. I mean Dave isn't that young anymore but this is his life. He loves this job and this unit and I will support him always"

Max smiled at them, that was what she did, she support him and she will keep doing that "I love Spencer and I want what is best for him. Did David and Matt get hurt?"

"Oh yes honey" said Krystall "David got shot, broke bones, got a little PTSD after Everett Lynch's attack. And I couldn't protect him but I can make sure he recovers from that"

"Same with Matt, he had been shot a lot of times, got hurt, broke bones but like Krystall said, we can't protect them. He is mine and our kids hero"

"Dave told me what he thinks its necessary to keep me informed but not to worry. I know there are more stupid things he does but I kept my mouth shut" Kristy laughed.

"Yeah Matt wrote a book with his adventures but I'm pretty sure he didn't add some details so he won't scare us"

"Spencer still didn't share his work life, not even the light events" she looked at them "I know some things he shared, especially after Cat"

"Don't shut him up to much. He will need you and if he knows he can share something to you, he will. You just have to hug him and ease the pain. Matt and I have a plan if something happens to him. I know its may sounds like to much but I learned that this job is a huge responsibility and they risk their lives for us"

Max nodded and sighs "don't be scared Max, is a cold headed man. I would be more worried about Dave" said Krystall making both women laugh "trust him"

"I do. I did since he helped my nephew when he had a panic attack" she looked at them "it just... I'm so into him that I wouldn't resist if something bad happened"

"You will. That was something I thought myself when Matt told me about what he does for a living" Kristy held her hand "I'm sure when that moment comes you will be ready" Max nodded and smiled at the blonde woman in front of her.

Max wanted to believe her but everytime that thought crossed her mind, her heart skip a beat. Her fingers were into his hair stroking it gently.

After some more minutes she stopped and softly managed to stood up without waking him up.

She headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She was thinking about tonight. Where they will spend the last couple of hours of 2019.

They had a few options one was the Empire State Building where they can enjoy the fireworks, second was Central Park and another was a ferry towards the Statue of Liberty.

She will ask Spencer when he wakes up. When she finished her shower and got dressed.

She put back on his and a fresh underwear. Then Max walked back to the bedroom and Spencer was awake "good morning handsome. Did you sleep well?" She sat next to him.

"Good morning beautiful. Yes it was a great sleep" he smiled and kisses her gently "I will go take a shower, then we can eat and plan what to do tonight"

"Sounds great. I will get out the bread, cheese and butter then you can make coffee"

"Perfect" he smiled and stood up then walked to the bathroom.

Max walked to the kitchen and made some sandwiches for them. Then called her dad.

"Hey dad, how are things going?"

"Great, Michelle planned a barbecue and we will go there tonight. How is New York?"

"Amazing, Spencer has been a gentleman with me. We were in the museum, then eat pasta in the Little Italy, yesterday we were on tour in Manhattan. Today we want to go somewhere to watch the fireworks but we haven't decided yet"

"I'm happy you found such an amazing guy, sweetheart, you were one of my daughters I was more worry about. Since you and Mike broke up you stopped to trust in people but now with Spencer you seem so happy"

"I am dad" she smiled with some tears "my only worry now is... his job. I know he has been doing this for years but it's so dangerous"

"Darling he will be fine, he is smart and knows what to do if things get bad. Also he has something years ago he doesn't... you. He has a girlfriend now and he will want to stay alive for you"

"Thanks dad" she said cleaning her tears and turns to see that Spencer walked in the room "well dad I will call you tomorrow, have a great celebration. Love you"

"Love you too Max" then they hung up then she waits for him to get ready.

Max looked out the window. They had Central Park in front of them, so maybe it could be a nice spot to watch the fireworks without moving to far.

She was so focused that she did not realized Spencer was behind her until he hugged her.

"So what is in this beautiful head?" He asked looking down at her.

She chuckled "well I'm thinking what we will do tonight, sir"

"And what did you think?"

"We can stay in this area of the city, then goes to the park and watch the fireworks then return home. How does it sound?"

"Sounds great, I like that plan" he looked at her as she turned in his arms.

"That's great, and if you have any other idea tell me so we can do something we both want"

"I didn't have ideas. So I like yours" she laughed and wrapped her arms around him.

"Ok then. That's what we will do" she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly "let's go to the kitchen and make coffee kind sir"

He laughed and walked to the kitchen. She followed him to toast the sandwiches.

Then they both ate and drank coffee watching an old Christmas movie on TV.

"Spencer" he looked at her "do you want tonight's dinner here or out?"

"Here could be nice. Why?"

"Because I can cook it for us. Something my mom always did for New Year's eve"

"Ok I would like it but do you have all ingredients?"

"I bought them some days ago. I was thinking of doing it some other day but since we both decided to stay here, then I can make it"

"Ok need any help?" She shook her head.

"No I want it to be a surprise" he raises his eyebrow "go read books or check out the parks for good spots"

"Max..."

"Just do it, ok? Trust me"

He just nodded "ok I will go to check the park. If you need something just call me, ok?" She nodded "good" he stood up and walked into de bedroom to put on his shoes.

Meanwhile Max walked to the kitchen to start to cook. She gets out some ingredients and turned on the stove.

She watched as Spencer walked away "see you later honey" she said smiling at him. He just smiled and left the apartment.

Then she started to cook. She was making lasagna. Her mom used to make it every year because it was a family tradition.

Her mom has Italian heritage so they liked to cook that kind of food. Michelle and herself learned dishes from her.

When Spencer arrived she finished the ground meat and the white sauce, now she was cooking the pasta.

"Hey Max, I checked the Central Park. Close to the monument to John Lennon the have chairs to watch the fireworks show. By the way, did you know that his murderer was a huge fan of the band but got mad when Lennon compared the Beatles with Jesus? That must be his trigger" he said fast as he walked in the kitchen.

"Spence I love you but those aren't the kind of facts I like to hear"

"Sorry" he looked down ashamed.

"It's ok" she patted his chest softly "is it free?"

"Yes, so we will need to go early to find seats"

"Ok I'm almost done here and the dish I'm making just need to get in the oven to grill the cheese"

"Ok, do you want me to buy something else?"

"Is there wine?"

"Yes so don't worry. As I said I bought everything. I used my credit card plus my last payment of December to pay it"

"Ok" he smiled at her "you could ask me to pay it"

"No, it was my surprise to you" she smiled and hugged him.

He hugged her back and then she returned to cook.

When the night arrived they both ate and shared some wine. They decided to take down the champagne and two glasses to celebrate the New Year with a it.

They put on their jackets and went down to the park. He led the way to the place the celebration was. There were some free spots so they got one of those. There were tables and seats.

They gave them some hot chocolate and put music on. The night was fun, they met new people. At midnight they all wished a Happy New Year, the couples kiss and the fireworks show started.

After that the rest of their time in New York was relaxed. They visited museums. Spencer threw lot of facts when they visited the American Natural History Museum and the New York Zoo.

They returned to DC on January Third, ready to started a new year.

OOooOOooOO

Hope you liked it. This one was hard to write, don't know why but here it is.

The next one will have a time jump to episode 9 of the show. Maybe some days after episode 8.

I have some plans for it and I hope that work out.

We will read soon. Stay at home and be safe.

[yellowsugarwords]

i’m in love with mitch end me. any hcs for mitch x reader?

Okay listen gang I have so many mitch x reader hcs requests and I partially blame myself because I wrote those hcs earlier today lmao so HERE YOU GO

ENJOY MY CHILDREN

(ill even write more if y’all want)

When Y/N first arrived at Ericson, Mitch didn’t really know what to think.

He’s skeptical of all new people.

When Violet introduced Y/N, he didn’t say anything. Just gave a soft huff and started away.

“That means he likes you.” Violet teased.

She was right.

Violet demanded Mitch take Y/N hunting.

“I don’t even know if they’re good out in the field.” He whined.

“It’s a good day to find out, then.”

Mitch grumbled the entire walk to the gates. They said nothing as they headed out.

Y/N caught 3 rabbits and killed 2 walkers in the process.

Y/N was a badass.

Mitch was stunned.

When they came back, Violet smirked. “Close that jaw, Mitch. You’ll catch flies.”

Mitch didn’t care.

Rosie made rabbit stew that night.

Mitch normally complained because they had it all the time.

He ate it happily that night, and agreed when Louis said it was the best they’d had in ages.

“Fresh rabbits,” Louis commented, nudging Y/N‘s arm. “That’s the secret.”

Mitch smiled.

Violet smirked.

“Tenn and Aasim are gonna go with you today.”

Mitch fought the urge for his jaw to drop again. “What about Y/N?”

Violet turned, eyebrow raised and lips curled into a smirk.

Mitch scoffed. “They’re the best hunter we got. You saw their pull yesterday.”

Violet shrugged, turning back to focus on the plans on the desk. “They can go. But you gotta ask ‘em,”

Mitch fumbled with his words before leaving without a peep.

Vi’s plan worked.

“Y/N,” Mitch said.

Y/N glanced up from a comic book they were reading with Louis, making surprised eye contact with Mitch. “Yeah?” They questioned.

“Hunting,” Mitch said. He nodded in the direction of the gates. “Let’s go,”

Y/N darted off, excited.

Louis huffed at losing his reading buddy.

“You’ve got a good shot.” Mitch said.

Y/N smiled. “Thanks. I’ve been practicing for years.”

Every time Y/N caught something, they always asked Mitch to kill it.

Mitch raised an eyebrow. “Why do you only shoot the damn things? Why don’t you ever wanna finish off your catches?”

Y/N wavered from foot to foot. “I don’t know how.”

Mitch raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how to kill them effectively.” Y/N clarified. “They just bleed everywhere and suffer. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

For some reason, Mitch found Y/N flustered about the concept adorable.

Y/N caught a rabbit and Mitch nodded. “Come with me.”

“Why?” Y/N seemed hesitant.

“I’m gonna teach you how to kill it.” Mitch said.

Y/N immediately got squeamish and tried to slip away.

Mitch dipped forward, capturing both of Y/N’s shoulders in his palms. The touch calmed them right down. “I’ll guide you.”

Mitch swung his arm around Y/N, kneeling down to the creature and placing his knife in Y/N’s hand.

He guided Y/N carefully.

Y/N fought the urge to close their eyes.

Y/N walked back into Ericson beaming with pride.

Mitch thought the sight was adorable with their chest all puffed out.

Mitch always wanted them to feel that way.

“I don’t like card games,” Mitch said, waving away Louis and Y/N ready to start a game.

“You’ve never even played!”

Louis’ comment made Mitch hesitate, but not stop. He continued for his room.

There was a knock on Mitch’s door twenty minutes later.

“Go away,” he said plainly.

“You don’t know how to play, do you?” Y/N‘s voice said.

Mitch tensed.

He opened the door to see Y/N standing there with a deck of cards in one hand and a cup of hot water in the other.

Five minutes later, they were sitting on the floor of Mitch’s room, Mitch drinking his water and Y/N explaining the rules of war.

“That’s stupid,” Mitch groaned.

“It’s fun! Give it a try.”

“No.”

“Come on!” Y/N whined. “I sucked it up and did it for killing a creature! You can do it for a lousy card game.”

Mitch hated that Y/N was so good at pointing out flaws in his arguments.

Y/N drove him crazy, and he loved it.

Mitch always sat by Y/N at dinner.

He played war every night Y/N did.

Mitch always asked for Y/N to help him with chores.

Hunting, fishing, walker traps, dishes, cooking.

He wanted Y/N to help with everything.

Y/N was patient and funny and talented.

And pretty.

Y/N was also really, really pretty.

“I gotta clean the bell tower,”

Y/N scrunched their nose. “Since when have we ever used that?”

“Since never,” Mitch scoffed. “But Violet wants it to be a new watch tower.”

Y/N grinned. “Well four hands will be a lot quicker than two.” They said, wiggling their fingers.

Mitch smiled.

Y/N was adorable.

Reaching the bottom of the bell tower, Mitch hesitated. “I don’t know how I feel about this,” he grumbled.

“I’ll go first,” Y/N said, cracking their knuckles. Mitch gawked, ready to fight it. “I weight the least,” Y/N said. “I can see how unstable they are and report back to you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

They both chuckled at the joke, but Mitch still didn’t like the idea.

Y/N did it anyway.

Y/N got halfway up when there was a snap.

Mitch’s heart stopped.

The pole Y/N was clutching to broke, and they fell.

“Y/N!” Mitch screamed, lunging.

He jumped, catching them in mid-fall, crashing to the ground.

After the fall, they laid still on the ground. Mitch had his arms wound around Y/N, and Y/N quivered within them.

Slowly, Mitch sat up. Y/N’s grip went tighter as he did. “Y/N?” He whispered, pulling away.

The colour had drained from their face. His heart cracked, and his expression showed.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, pulling them back into a hug, speaking into their hair.

Mitch got more protective after that day.

When they walked anywhere, Y/N was a step behind him.

Mitch’s hand was always extended behind him, keeping Y/N back.

Mitch demanded a third person go hunting with them.

“Why?” Violet questioned.

“I can keep a closer eye on Y/N,” he said. “They’re shaken up.”

Violet didn’t question it.

When hunting, Aasim would walk in front, and Mitch and Y/N would walk behind.

Sometimes, Mitch would grab their hand to guide them.

Y/N always liked it.

When they got back from hunting, Mitch smiled and waved as Y/N headed inside for water.

“Why are you so protective over them?” Aasim questioned. “You’ve never been like that for anybody else.”

Mitch gave a soft smile, watching Y/N trot up Ericson’s front steps. “Nobody else has mattered this much.”

[wonwoosthetic]

Jealous Of The Winter Soldier || Jake Gyllenhaal

Firstly I want to say, that I’m really sorry, that I didn’t post this request yesterday, but my internet wasn’t working and I couldn’t post anything, not even without Wifi (no idea what happened). BUT I’m still happy with how this imagine turned out and I even got to edit it a bit more :)

I also feel like this one is quite long, do you like imagines at that length or would multiple parts be better?

A Masterlist is going to come soon, probably today - I’ve been wanting to make one, but I never thought that I would have so many requests and imagines, so THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Thank you for this request whoever you were, I hope you and everyone else enjoys it! :)

Request by Anonymous:  Can i get a jake gyllenhaal one where the reader and him have been dating fpr awhile but he gets jealous of readers friend sebastian stan since he’s around her all the time

Warning: none

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader, Friendship with Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 3,308 (My longest imagine EVER! :))

Jealous Of The Winter Soldier

You were slowly waking up with the sun shining very brightly through the window. The moment you opened your eyes you groaned and shut them immediately again. Assuming it was very early due to the light having an orangey colour, you got your left arm out from under the chunky blanket and reached out to your nightstand, where your phone should have been – but it wasn’t. You moved your hand around on the surface trying to find it, without opening your eyes, but that try failed – your phone was not there. You got annoyed thinking about having to get since your friend Sebastian Stan was coming over and you were still not sure about the actual time. Turning over onto your left side, you tried opening your eyes once more and got a good look at the sleeping figure of your boyfriend next to you.

A smile started to spread on your lips gazing at the peaceful look on his face. The small smile he held, made you even happier, but then you remembered you weren’t going to spend a lot of time together today because he had an audition for a new movie and you had a photoshoot for the Avengers: Infinity War poster, including a magazine cover and an interview with your co-star Sebastian Stan.

You turned around again onto your right side and slowly got up properly that time, trying not to wake Jake. You slid the covers to your left and stood up, turning around, you placed the blanket back, making it look somewhat neat. Next to your nightstand was the door which led to yours and Jake’s walk-in-closet – you opened it, got in and started looking for a comfortable sweater and deciding on taking one of your partner’s after only a couple of seconds. Men’s sweaters are just WAY comfier than women’s and that’s a fact. After putting it on, you exited your wardrobe and the bedroom, trying to close the door as quietly as possible. You went down the stairs and started to feel a bit chilly already. When you entered the kitchen you saw, that Jake had left one of the big windows ajar

“Of course, he did”, you mumbled under your breath. You got easily cold, but Jake loved the chilly feeling and tried to always leave a window or a door, that leads outside, open without you noticing and he got home a bit later the night before, so you hadn’t been able to check if they were all closed. You started looking around the room searching for your phone and found it on one of the counters, wondering why you had left it there. Turning it on, you saw it was only 6:30 a.m., but since you didn’t feel very tired you instantly decided to stay downstairs and maybe start a bit of cleaning. Starting with wiping the counters, to removing some of the soot on the stove, over to the dining room, cleaning the table. Lastly, you placed all the pillows on your sofa into the position, you wanted them in, making it look nice and homely, and quite a bit more.

After catching up to all those chores, the time was 7:50 and footsteps could be heard from upstairs, signalizing that Jake woke up and would be downstairs any minute, so you decided on starting to prepare breakfast. About ten minutes later the footsteps got louder, indicating your boyfriend was walking the stairs. While you were standing at the stove working on some scrambled eggs, strong arms wrapped around your hips and a kiss got placed on your shoulder

“Good morning, gorgeous”, Jake’s voice was still deep from his good night sleep.

“Good morning, handsome”, you smiled, moving your head into his direction over your left shoulder to place a kiss on his lips. He released his grip on your sides and looked at the stove

“What can I do?”, he proposed helping.

“Ehm…”, you started thinking, ”you could put some toast in the toaster and maybe roast some tomatoes?” He nodded “Thanks for that difficult task.” You started laughing and proposed something new, letting the sarcasm in your voice be heard “Alright, take the fish out of the freezer, start making some Blackened Bass, cook potatoes, turn them into a mash, go outside get some oranges in the freezing cold and press your own orange juice. Oh, and don’t forget to go the shop around the corner and get some dragon fruit from China.”

Jake’s hands flew up in a surrendering manner “OK, OK, I get it. Put some toast in the toaster.” The both of you were laughing at this point. That was one of the many moments you lived for – making breakfast with your significant other, laughing and making stupid jokes. You could do this every minute of the day, only to hear his laugh and see that bright smile.

You put the finished scrambled eggs on two separate plates and went to the dining room to place them on the table. When you got back into the kitchen, you saw Jake holding your phone and reading a message

“Found anything interesting?”, you asked playfully.

“Sebastian wrote you a text. Be ready at nine, I’m picking you up. X Seb”, his voice was deep and didn’t sound even a bit amused “Why is he sending you an X?”

You knew Jake was a bit jealous of your co-star and on-screen love-interest -  not because he told you, he probably never would, but because his mum told you, that he informed her about his concern. It did hurt you a bit to know that Jake thought you were cheating on him with Sebastian, even though you assured him every day how much you loved him, by telling him and every other time by showing him.

“Because it’s Sebastian and he thinks he’s funny”, you walked over to him, wrapping your hands around his waist and hugging him tightly, “You don’t have to worry about anything. Don’t be jealous.”  Jake scoffed and moved away from you “Pfft, I’m not jealous, are you kidding me? If he was Brad Pitt, maybe.” His comment made you laugh, yeah sure, he was NOT jealous. He put your phone back on the counter and got the rest ready for breakfast, taking the toast to the dining room. 

You snatched your phone back and sent Sebastian a quick reply “Very sweet of you, thank you – I’ll try my best 😉”, he always made fun of how long you took getting ready, so you decided to joke around with him a bit. After putting the phone back, not waiting for a reply, Jake came back to grab two glasses and some orange juice from the fridge. Before joining him, you got two mugs from one of the cupboards and filled them with coffee, which you brewed earlier and put a bit of milk in Jake’s – you drank yours black. 

You sat across from your boyfriend and tried to start another conversation

“What are you up to today?”, you already knew the answer, but he seemed very tense and you wanted to make him possibly think about something besides your co-star. Jake answered, not looking up from his breakfast 

“I have this audition for a new movie, but I’m not too sure about it. Evelyn and Kim say it’s gonna be something big – I doubt it.”

He had always been very careful with his choice of movie, but his manager and agent were pretty much always right about upcoming roles for him. You started eating 

“Oh yeah, that one set in the 1850s, right?”

Jake gave you a short and silent hum of a yes. Alright, you thought, he’s really mad and doesn’t want to talk to me – well done, (Y/N).

The both of you finished your breakfast in silent and cleaned everything up afterwards – you took your plates, and now empty coffee mugs and stayed at the sink, starting to wash them, while Jake went back and forth between your kitchen and dining room to put back everything you used to put on the toasts and your glasses, which had been filled with orange juice. When Jake was done and made sure everything was back in place, he walked up next to you, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and went back upstairs to get ready. 

Right after you finished cleaning, again, you shot a quick glance at the big clock on the wall behind your sofa in the living room – 8:38 – oh no, Seb will be here in twenty minutes, you thought and said out loud “Dang it!”

You rushed upstairs and quickly made your way to your shared bedroom to get dressed as quickly as possible, not really caring, what you picked out since you were going to get outfits to wear. Jake just got out of the bathroom through the door next to his nightstand, on the right side – you passed him and closed the door behind you. Walking over to your sink, you took your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth, right after being followed by putting on a bit of make-up, just to make you comfortable. After opening the door to walk back into the bedroom, your boyfriend wasn’t there to be seen anymore, but a knock on the front door from downstairs was able to be heard.

You ran down the stairs again, while hoping Jake wouldn’t get the door and would have to see Sebastian, but you were too late and he was already greeting the Winter Soldier that stood outside. You got to the middle of the stairs and shouted

“Good morning, Seb!”

He started smiling and Jake moved out of the way, positioning himself next to the door “Hey, how are you?”

You hugged him and gave him a little peck on the cheek as a welcoming and greeting manner, before moving towards your significant other, who stood next to the shoe rack, to quickly put on your shoes, but you realized that you had left your phone on the counter

“Babe, could you get me my phone from the kitchen”, you asked Jake, since you were ready to go and didn’t want to make a mess with your dirty shoes. He nodded “Sure”, and got your device within a couple of seconds, making it for Seb and you not possible to start a proper conversation. He handed it to you and you reached for it, but he pulled it away in a quick move while having a cheeky smile on his face – he was asking for a kiss and you knew it. You slightly got onto your tiptoes and placed a loving kiss on his lips, he was definitely in a better mood

“Have fun”, was the last thing he said to you before looking at Sebastian and nodding towards his direction “Good to see you, man.” 

Seb returned it with a “Good to see you too.” 

You were still smiling, whispering another “Bye” to Jake and closed the door after exiting your house. After reaching his car, he got in the driver’s seat, obviously not before opening the passenger door for you in a polite manner and you sat in the seat next to him. 

During the short drive, you laughed and joked about what was going to happen today, until he got curious as to why your boyfriend was acting a bit weird before

“What was going on with Jake today?”

You decided to tell him the truth, knowing he would totally understand, besides probably finding it a bit amusing

“I think he’s jealous of you”, you told him shyly. He started laughing

“Jealous of ME? Jake Gyllenhaal is jealous of me? Oh… wow.”

“Oh please, come on, you know, you’re not that bad looking”, you defended him because Sebastian was good -looking, but everyone knew, that you just didn’t have that kind of relationship with each other and never would have, including Seb and yourself.

The male actor next to you was then wearing a jokingly cocky smile on his face “Uuuuh, you think I’m good-looking? Maybe Jake should be jealous.” The both of you were laughing and you hit him playfully on his right arm. Him being Sebastian, he became the drama-queen he secretly was and acted as if you had just broken his arm.

A short bit later you arrived on the set, on which the photoshoot and the interviews were being held. After opening the door, you got up next to him and you started walking next to each other

“Remember, Seb. No spoilers”, you warned him beforehand, knowing very well how he, Tom Holland and Mark were just not able to shut their mouths. He tried defending himself and put his right hand on his chest, where his heart was

“I am in shock, how could you ever think about me like that, (Y/N).”

Not laughing pretty much all the time, was purely impossible when being co-stars with the Romanian actor and doing all the press junkets would be even harder. You got into the building very quickly and after entering, a woman was waiting for you to lead you around – to your dressing rooms and the actual set with all the cameras and backdrop. Seb and you got into your Infinity War costumes and met again in front of a white backdrop

“I’m so happy they’re making them more comfortable each year”, he said, talking about your characters outfits – and he was absolutely right.

“Yeah, I remember my first one being an absolute nightmare, I couldn’t even use the toilet.”

The photographer behind you started to laugh and told you and Sebastian to stand next to each other at first in poses he wanted us to and then in some, which we thought would be good. After that, we had to get pictures individually while each of us was trying to make the other one laugh behind the camera. 

The shoot was done very quickly, due to the rest of the staff members staying very professional and you soon got to take the costumes off and were handed slightly more comfortable clothes which still looked smart – yours being a navy blue suit with a white blouse underneath and his was a smart black buttoned-down shirt, a black leather jacket on top, a pair of jeans. Sebastian got to wear some sneakers, while you had to walk in heels, making him drop some comments

“Oh, how comfortable my shoes are. What about you (Y/N)?” or “I could run a mile and you?” and a lot more – all of them being funny.

The two interviews were sadly over faster than you thought – you were having a blast. They asked some very typical questions, like “Where do you think your characters are going?” and “How much Taylor and Bucky will we see in Infinity War?”

Some of the more random ones though, were a lot of fun to answer and you even played Would You Rather in the second interview:

(I: Interviewer, Y: You, S: Sebastian)

I: Alright, would you rather be able to fly or be invisible?

S: Oh, easy, invisible.

Y: Yeah, I’m gonna go with Seb. I have quite a big fear of heights.

I: OK, fair, fair. Ehm… would you rather be the biological child of Loki or Tony Stark?

S: That one’s more for you (Y/N).

Y: Haha, I guess. I mean… playing the biological daughter of Loki is quite fun, but I feel like being the daughter of Tony would be too.

I: Well, you kind of play that, don’t you?

Y: Yeah, of course! So, I don’t know… hm. To be honest, I enjoy being the adoptive daughter of Tony as well, because I think-I think, he doesn’t really care, whether you’re his biological daughter or adoptive, he would treat you the same. So… I’m gonna stay with Loki.

I: Very interesting, and you Sebastian?

S: Oh, I would go for Tony.

Y: Really?

S: Of course! What the heck would I do with a frost giant as a father?!

Y: The same Taylor does, enjoy her life being adopted by Tony Stark, AND being bad and having powers like Loki.

S: Yeah, no, that’s not something for me.

I: Is it not?

S: No, I’d much rather enjoy my life, knowing I’m a human and being a spoiled brat like a very specific girl in the movie.

Y: She is NOT a spoiled girl, are you kidding me? (laughing)

Sebastian nodded his head secretly, acting like you wouldn’t be able to see him, making the Interviewer laugh.

(!Quick Note!: I’m thinking about starting to write a fanfiction/multiple imagine series about what they just talked about, would you be interested in that? Or do you maybe want to know a bit more about the idea? Please let me know 😊)

The day went by fast and before you even knew it, you were back in Seb’s car driving back home. You reviewed the day and laughed at all the things that happened. When he pulled up at your house to drop you off, you turned body towards him

“Do you want to come inside?”, but he shook his head politely

“No, thank you. I think you should talk to Jake again and assure him, nothing’s going on between the two of us. And also… I’m the last person he would want to see right now.” 

That made you smile

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You rose a bit from your seat to lean over and hug him “I’ll see you. Good night”

“Good night, (Y/N).”

After opening the door, getting out, and closing it again, you kept standing there to wave Goodbye. As soon as Sebastian’s car was out of sight, you started walking to the front door and since you forgot to take your keys, you had to knock, which you regretted the second you did it. Only a couple of seconds later, it got opened, revealing your boyfriend in only his sweats. While looking at him, a smile started to spread on your face

“What if I was a crazy fan?” That made him laugh as well

“Get in, it’s cold.”

“No way, Jake Gyllenhaal is cold. Wow, what happened while I was gone?”

He didn’t answer but walked upstairs to lay back down and try falling asleep again. You took your shoes off and decided to join him without eating dinner since you had already eaten something at the shoot. As you entered your bedroom, Jake was sitting on his side of the bed, waiting for you

(imagine him not having these wounds please (:)

“I’m sorry.”

You wanted to go to the bathroom, but stopped when you heard those words and slowly turned towards him

“What?”

He looked up into your eyes – they held a lot of grief and an apologetic look in them

“I’m sorry about earlier. About everything, everything I said… about Sebastian and thinking that there’s something possibly going on between the two of you.”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips – Jake was a very honest man, but he had never said sorry about something like that. Walking over to him, you placed both of your hands on either side of his face and made him look up to you

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s normal to feel jealous”, he rolled his eyes at your comment, “and yes, you are jealous – don’t try denying that.” You gave him an assuring smile “I just found it a bit disappointing, that you didn’t trust me.”

“I trust you”, he assured you. You nodded and placed a kiss on his forehead, which made him smile widely. As you turned away to take your make-up off and brush your teeth in the bathroom, Jake slapped your butt and smiled seductively at you

“Hurry up and join me in bed.”

You shook your head smiling and tried to hurry.

Wow, that was a long one :) did you enjoy it? How are the gifs? Too many? Not enough? Unnecessary?

Also, I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you still liked it!

Thank you for taking your time to read it! :)

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get to know me tag!

tagged by @literalite (thank u lamer clone!) n im not tagging anyone bc.............. every1 i think i know has already been tagged so thats calm, there r 125 questions below!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Pat[REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? pat

3. BIRTHDAY? 23rd of nov!!!!! <3 (2001)

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? hmhmhnnnn,,,,, lotr, the hobbit, harry potter, anything from the grishaverse,,, idk man i like books a lot,,, the raven cycle,,, hnmgmg,,

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? aliens 100% i believe in them! ghosts? i mean... i half kind of do half dont but my kind of ghost aint the same as the usual idea of a ghost yanno? mine r nicer <3

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? leigh bardugo, tolkien, i would say j.k rowling but shes trash! her books r good tho ://

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? ??? idk so im gon pretend this means podcast and in that case im listening to the black tapes rn! 

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? matcha or strawberry!!!!!!

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? thats swag (i began using it ironically but now i cant stop)

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? uhhh eve or the wonderful world by mark joshua! orrr shiloh by little chief!! 

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? grinned

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?  walking back to georgia by jim croce

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? honestly.... drop dead diva... im sorry.... but tbh i dont watch tv all that often!! ACTUALLUY HECK i would def recommend merlin the bbc tv series and ofc sherlock the tv series but keep in mind both those recs will rip out your heart MULTIPLE times,

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? .......... im down all the time lolol but tbh all the harry potter films + the 1st fantastic beasts movie, all the lotr films and all the hobbit films AND sherlock both the rdj and jude law films and then the bbc sherlock christmas special the abominable bride

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? yah! my all time favourite game is tes oblivion!! it has been my fav since i was 6!

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? my life not working out the way i want to!! i want my life to be happy and long and spent with the people i love and not having 2 worry abt money or health!!!

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? i think maybe my ability to find everything funny??

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my temper is beyond vicious honestly like im not kidding my temper is.... disgusting

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? birds

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? winter

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? nah!

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? im still a kid im only 17!!! and uh,, i miss the innocence!! i miss being oblivious!!

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? i dont have one!

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? brownn w/ a bit of green!

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? dark brown!

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my parents and my family!

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? jude law, sebastian stan, emma stone

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? back to school shopping!! also i get to eat fried chicken and cheesecake tonight because even tho my birthday was yesterday im celebrating it today!!!!

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? stationery??? video games?? FOOD??

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? jane and the dragon!

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? i dont know what a male is sorry

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? a baby bit only

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? n’aw i dont think so!

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? i mean... if i weren’t as ugly as i am id love to be in front of a camera doing fun acting stuff or whatnot! but bc i am ugly im usually behind the camera + i do film at school!

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? lettering/calligraphy!

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? what if its us by becky abertalli + adam silvera (its so cute but the ending was.... not satisfactory...)

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald!!!

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? used 2 play piano, accordion, and violin! but i dont do tht anymore!

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? bird!! 

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? too many 2 pick from !!! im srry!

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? gdgs all of them!!!!! maybe the power to warp reality bc i could do anything then?? a reality where im married to jude law or emma stone? done, a reality where i have all the powers in the world? done

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? a cliff somewhere where its cold and the water is vicious underneath!

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? babies, animals, happy couples, pregnant people, old people, a lot of things really!

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? i used 2 do karate but now i dont do sports!

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? idfsng idk! strawberry milkshake maybe?? matcha boba??? milk!!

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? last week!!! i love handwriting!

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? nah!

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? ppl who r rude for no reason and also ppl at school who just pick on other ppl for no reason looking at you rahni teagan and the other f*ckheads!!! hope u die literally i know thats a horrible thing to say but you all deserve it

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? i went to two twenty one pilot concerts!! the first one was in the forum in melbourne and then the other one was a few years or one year later and it was in a sold out stadium!! both were in the mosh! and then idk if this counts as a concert but i went to and did the meet and greet for dan and phil’s first tour! i dont like them anymore tho ! ://

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? no way in HELL!!!!

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a lot of things!!! famous actress, spy, war general, prime minister, pro wrestler, explorer, cartographer, filmmaker, architect, interior designer, dragon, PIRATE

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? i know this is a bad idea but honestly the harry potter universe PROVIDED i had magic!! bc like,,, yah

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? a lot of things! my future mainly lol :(

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? no but i gotta say sometimes in the middle of the night when i wake up and the undefined shape my clothes sitting on my desk chair looks like That i get a bit worried yanno it looks like a demon im not gonna lie

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? ya but i dont htink im any good at it!

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? only due to sickness, funerals, or holidays!

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? my house! OR the cliffs of moher :o)

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? in some old old old european castle in the middle of nowhere on a mountain and next to the sea

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? nuu :( but i do feed a lot of birds that come to my house and ive named them and love them even if the lorikeets dont love me back which is fine!!!! :(

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? early bird i guess

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsets??

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? yes! but i dont have my full lisence only my learner’s permit!!

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? headphones (noise cancelling!!)

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? yup!! they were green!!

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? soft rock, indie folk, indie-everything mainly except for indie-rock,,, country music dont hate my i love country music as long as its certain country music!! aint having none of this keith urban rubbish in my house!! we only listen 2 the james taylor brand of country music in this house!!! so i guess country folk. folk music in general is my jam!!! i love ballads as well and ofc blues!! theres so many more jbdsgjbas but i cant possibly list all of it!!!

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? the idea of me living out the future i want if that makes sense!

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? yah!!

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? a lot of things honestly!!!! 2 many to list im really passionate!

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? real book but i read more on electronic devices bc its easy and i dont have to worry about lights !!

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? idk!!!!!!!! maybe history!

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? nup!! im an only child thanK GOD

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? movie tickets to crimes against grindelwald last night!!

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? i think im like 176cm??

75. CAN YOU COOK? only if i have a recipe! but i can make really good drinks (non alcoholic ofc!!)

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? rainy weather, good literature, my family

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? hubris, wrath, pococurantism

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? female

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? ?????????? who knows

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? australia!!

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my group chat

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? my birthday yesterday lol

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? dont want youtube tht much anymore tbh

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? nah

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? procreate

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? incredibly close with both parents but fight with my dad like cats n dogs

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? irish or strong strong american or posh english also scottish

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? israel, republic of ireland, and so many more places like nksgskbgs i cant list them also all the nordic countries

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 3

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? no

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? nah 

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? both!!!!!! 

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? daring in terms of i like to do things that could potentially kill me for the adrenaline rush but not daring in terms of introducing myself to other ppl lol

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? nah thank GOD

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? oui

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? non

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? ill happily admit i’m wrong provided the other person wasnt a douchebag about it but even then ill admit im wrong! aint no shame in recognising ur wrong ma dude

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? dont like the beach but i love the sea?? so forest i guess bc i dont like sand

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? "two things stand like stone, kindness in another’s trouble, courage in your own” - adam lindsay gordon

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? an excellent one, but i dislike lying and value honesty so!!

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? ssssss slytherin!

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? ya

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? cop out answer here but it depends on the situation

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? yes

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? depends

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? try and find the owner and track em down but if i cant ill hand it in to the place where it was lost

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? yes

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? yes

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yes

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? ears but theyre closed up!!

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? thorin oakenshield

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? nah

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? ? idk man

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? no, too many bad people are living good lives right now

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? nope! perfect vision here my dude!

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? in the future i want 1 child only

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my little cousin

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? a Lot

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? a few times only, but i value sleep

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black and green

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? hell ya !

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? audience member for the xfactor!

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 17

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “so comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.” -tolkien OR “always seek the giant.”

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savoury

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Bechloe Week Day 3:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13011277/1/Bechloe-Week-2018

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15404181/chapters/35751621

Bechloe Week Day 3: Drunk Texting

It’s Friday evening which means that everyone is preparing to go out, in the Bellas house. Everyone, except for one person... Beca Mitchell. The brunette had just walked into the chaos that she had grown used to over the course of 4 years. She easily dodges a shoe flying towards her and absentmindedly waving up to Lilly who as usual is hanging upside down from the ceiling.

She quietly makes her way into the kitchen and opens up the fridge and takes out a pre-prepared plate made specially for her by Chloe. They still had a few weeks left until graduation and had returned a week ago from their retreat. Things were going extremely well between all of them and the girls all made sure to give Beca space after her shifts at Residual Heat, especially since she got a raise after the amazing demo she made with Emily.

Usually everyone would cook for themselves yet Chloe couldn’t bare seeing a tired Beca coming home, not having food ready for her. Maybe it had something to do with the feeling she has for her but who can really tell. Beca doesn’t notice Chloe walk up behind her as she was heating up the pasta that Chloe had made for her. So it’s no surprise that she slightly jumps up when the redhead taps her on the shoulder.

“Dude!” Beca screeches, which makes Chloe laugh. “Not funny Chlo, you scared the hell out of me.” The redhead holds her hands up. “Sorry Becs, I just wanted to know if you were going to join us for a night out?” Beca shakes her head. “I’m sorry Chlo but I need to work on the setlist of the Worlds so we can put the final touches on the choreo and music on Sunday. My boss wants me to work on another demo for a big client as well and I need to study for my finals.”

The brunette is slight out of breath by the time she finishes her tiny rant because she was speaking so fast. “Whoa Becs relax, it’s ok, I totes understand. Don’t worry, I was just asking because...” The redhead trails off slightly. “Because what Chlo?” Chloe bites her lower lip in a way that makes Beca’s insides churn. “Because I miss spending time with you?” Beca smiles gently at her best friend and opens up her arms, inviting Chloe in for a hug. “I miss spending time with you as well, I promise I’ll hang out with you tomorrow while you’re recovering from your hangover.”

Of course Chloe doesn’t pass up an opportunity to hug the brunette. She smiles into the crook of Beca’s neck. “I though you were hanging out with Jesse?” Chloe suddenly remembers. “Uhmm...” Beca thinks about the issue at hand but shrugs soon after. “I saw him yesterday, and I can always tell him I need to discuss the worlds with you.” No matter how much she would like to, Beca would never admit that she‘d rather spend time with Chloe than her own boyfriend.

Chloe raises her brow to question her best friend but doesn’t actually get a chance. “Really Chloe, I want to spend more time with you as well, and Jesse is moving to LA anyway next week so we’ll see how things go anyway. I mean we’ll have to get used to not seeing each other every day at some point, right?” The redhead is a little bit surprised at the unfazed tone Beca was speaking in. If it was her boyfriend leaving she would be devastated but still, Beca always wanted to go to LA so probably she would go up there after graduation and worlds.

“Do you need my help picking out an outfit or will you just show me when you’re ready?” Chloe thinks about it and shakes her head. “Why don’t you come up when you finish your dinner? I’ll have some outfits ready and you can help me pick the best one out.” Beca rolls her eyes playfully. “I’ll eat when you guys leave. Lets get you ready for tonight.”

Over an hour later all of the the Bellas minus Beca had gone out, leaving the brunette to work on her things. They had no idea how much Beca actually needs this time alone. Her entire life has been turned upside down in only one afternoon. She had wanted to to talk to Chloe about it but chickened out in the last minute. If Chloe had only know about the huge fight the brunette had had with her boyfriend... ex-boyfriend about her moving to New York instead of LA after graduation she would have never gone out with the rest of the girls.

-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-

Beca is sitting at her desk working on the setlist, completely oblivious to what time it is. To her it seems like only one hour had passed yet it had been at least 3 since the girls had left. So it’s no surprise the girl jumps up when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She sees that she has a new text from Chloe. She can’t help the laugh escaping her when she reads her best friend’s text.

[From] CHLOE - 1.24 AM

Yoyre the sweetestest candythin in aall of theuniverse.... sprincles odf sugar on m tastrs

[From] BECA - 1.25 AM

Chloe, are you drunk?

It’s a stupid question but Beca can’t help it, she’s going to tease her friend for a very long time after this.

[From] CHLOE - 1.27 AM

Would you arrest me ref I wass?

[From] BECA - 1.28 AM

No m’am

[From] CHLOE - 1.29 AM

U arw so pollite

[From] BECA - 1.30 AM

Do you need me to pick you up?

[From] CHLOE - 1.33 AM

Te Grllsss say your a partypapr but I need u

[From] BECA - 1.34 AM

I’ll be there in 10 minutes, please be careful until I get there

[From] CHLOE - 1.36 AM

Yaaayyy my bay is cominn for me

Beca decides to ignore the last text and hurries out of the house with just her phone, an extra sweater for Chloe and the keys to Chloe’s car. The redhead is the only one that owns a car and Beca is the only one allowed to drive it. No one really knows why but Fat Amy is still very adamant on it being because Chloe and Beca have huge toners for each other. Yet neither Beca nor Chloe will ever admit to it, out loud.

While driving she receives some more texts from the redhead but none of them are supposed to be sent to her.

[From] CHLOE - 1.38 Beeee Bex is thz best! she is pikin me up

[From] CHLOE - 1.41

I looove her so mach bu she can nevr knooo.. she hot nd I want hr as myy girlfrend stupidd jessse stole myy gril! ned her and scrad to lose her

The brunette reads the texts and smiles to herself. Maybe there is hope for the two of them in the future, especially if the brunette would accept the idea of moving to New York with her.

When Beca arrives Chloe is already outside but not alone. She doesn’t like the looks of the guy trying to kiss Chloe. The redhead is trying to get the guy off of her by putting her arms out and pushing the guy away but the redhead isn’t nearly sober nor strong enough to actually achieve it. So Beca doesn’t hesitate to jump out of the car and pull the guy of off her friend. “Try that again and I’ll break your legs.” The guy drunkly stumbles away, not really understanding what just happened.

“Myyyy safiorrrr.” Chloe slurs as she falls with her full weight into Beca’s arms. “Hey Chlo...” BEca huffs out when she catches the extra weight. “... you good to go home?” The brunette asks as she manages to pull her friend towards the car. “Wiiii my char ya wow how yiou get heere?” Beca chuckles at her best friend’s behaviour and gently manages to sit her down in the car a strap her in. It’s only when Beca is 100% sure that Chloe is safe, that she walks to the other side of the car and gets in herself. She checks on Chloe one more time before starting to drive.

-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-

Chloe wakes up in the morning with a huge head ache and a mouth as dry as the desert. The redhead is confused because she doesn’t understand where she is. She smells something familiar next her and kind of jumps up when she feels something move semi beneath her. She opens her eyes slightly and barely makes out the form of an other person.

Then it suddenly hits her. She sits up in a panic which in turn wakes up the person next to her. “Hmmm? W-what’s wrong?” Chloe instantly recognises the voice and groans at the throbbing headache. “Here, drink some water and and take some painkillers.” Beca says softly while holding out a glass and some pills. Chloe takes them and drinks everything. “Thank you.” She says in a hoarse tone. “That’s alright... uhm how about you lay down a bit longer and I’ll make you breakfast?” Beca offers gently. She only gets up when Chloe nods her head and lays back down.

When Beca returns she finds Chloe sitting up with her legs pulled up and a puzzled look on her face. “How are you feeling?” The brunette whispers, knowing the agony of a hangover headache. Yet the redhead stays quiet for a while, as if she hadn’t even heard her best friend. “Becs, did I do something stupid last night?” The question catches the brunette of guard as she remembers the text messages. “Uhhhmmm I think you should check your phone.”

Chloe raises her brow but does as told. The redhead groans as she re-reads her text messages from the previous night. She lets out a strangled cry when she finds out she sent messages that were supposed to be for Aubrey to Beca. “If you’re wondering if I’m freaked out about the messages, I’m not.” Chloe looks up from her phone, straight into Beca’s eyes. “I’m actually flattered.”

Beca carefully sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to break eye contact with the other girl. “I mean reading that your best friend thinks you’re hot is kind of nice. But I do want to know why she never told me that she had feelings for me?” The brunette didn’t care about taking things slow at this particular moment. She needs to know wether Chloe really meant what she wrote.

“I uhm... I never told you because you are with Jesse and you seemed happy and I didn’t want to be that friend that ruins relationships.” Chloe lets her head hang low. “Well, at least now I know you really meant your promise last night.” Beca says with a shrug. “What promise?” Chloe asks as she snaps her head up. “You promised to move to New York with me because you can’t imagine living apart from me... And I’ll be honest with you, I can’t imagine living apart from you either.”

“But what about Jesse?” Chloe asks carefully, scared of the answer. “We broke up two days ago, when I told him I’ll be moving to New York because of the promotion I got.” Chloe gasps at the new information. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Beca shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, I guess I always knew that Jesse and I weren’t meant to be. There’s someone else who is my happy ending, and maybe in the future I’ll have the guts to actually ask her out.”

Chloe chuckles and rolls her eyes, regretting doing that almost instantly. “Maybe once you get settled in New York she’ll accept that date.” Chloe says with a grimace thanks to her pounding head. “I guess that’s a great idea but now I want to cure my best friend from her hangover with a nice breakfast.” Beca points at the pancakes on the bedside table. The two girls dive into the breakfast. Not knowing that in a few months they would be moving to New York with Fat Amy, barely having a chance to do anything about their rapidly growing frustrations as they have to share a bed.