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we don’t play about halloween | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem reader

max doesn’t play about three things: formula one, his cats and his girlfriend’s love for halloween

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yourusername

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yourusername: yes we dress up to carve pumpkins, it’s rude if you don’t.

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user1: gosh they are so cute

user2: did max just dress as himself whenever he’s within 5ft of y/n?

maxverstappen1: i get why the americans don’t play about the statue of liberty

yourusername: i think they should build one of you in zandvoort

maxverstappen1: and they still wouldn’t worship it as much as i worship you

yourusername: i literally light candles in your name and pray for you with you mum, i think i worship you more sorry

maxverstappen1: the ONLY loss i’ll take

user3: i feel lonely year round because of them but it’s SO much worse during halloween

user4: they are the definition of the couple costume they invented it and they PERFECTED it

landonorris: i thought your apartment was a safe space, why did i get harassed over my costume?

yourusername: it was more of the lack of costume? “streamer” does not count

landonorris: who actually dresses up to carve pumpkins?

maxverstappen1: COOL PEOPLE

yourusername: imagine not dressing up and having an awful pumpkin … could never be me

landonorris: STOP BULLYING ME

maxverstappen1: do better then.

user5: obsessed with how peace and love y/n is for the whole year but as soon as someone doesn’t care about halloween it’s fight time

charles_leclerc: remind me to never accept an invite to a halloween event at the verstappen-l/n household - far TOO much stress

yourusername: but you’re like the only one who deserves an invite to next year because the air max costume slayed

maxverstappen1: i might even let you back on it

charles_leclerc: might???

maxverstappen1: follow me on instagram

yourusername: 2019 was so long ago we really need to move on

danielricciardo: you seriously underestimate just how petty these men are

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: halloween is a full family affair

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user8: JIMMY AND SASSY I CAN'T

user9: yall looking at the croissant and the lobster i'm focusing on AMY AND NICK?

user10: has max even seen this film?

maxverstappen1: nope i just like doing the costumes y/n wants to do

user11: i wish i had enough friends to have like ten billion halloween parties

oscarpiastri: i didn't know what to expect but i did not think i was going to see alex trying to drown george at the apple bobbing station

yourusername: i let them work out their own mess as long as they don't accidentally flood our living room again

oscarpiastri: AGAIN?

maxverstappen1: f1 drivers are just competitive about apple bobbing as they are about driving

alexalbon: in my defence there is a sick trophy for the champ i simply cannot let anyone else win it

user12: they got a trophy made? and girlies are serious about this?

yourusername: custom trophies for apple bobbing, pumpkin carving and best costume

alexalbon: three time apple bobbing champ right here

charles_leclerc: i'm coming for best costume this year

danielricciardo: pumpkin carving was an easy dub last year

maxverstappen1: but no one has out done us for costumes thus far

yourusername: and that's not bias, there is a democratic voting process x

user13: i need to be in this friendship group right now

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yourusername: it's the most wonderful time of the year ! thanks to everyone who came out and making the spooky season special. p.s. shout out to max who found this wig while going through our costume box and insisted on not taking it off the whole set up.

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user16: NOOOOO WHY IS HALLOWEEN OVER ALREADY

user17: rip to all of us who were hoping for a sexy y/n x max costume

user18: they heard we wanted sexy and gave us ratatouille i hate their asses

oscarpiastri: okay so lando wasn't lying when he said you guys go insane for halloween

yourusername: i fear not. i hope you enjoyed your dip in the pool, we found you in a guest room in my bath robe at 3am

oscarpiastri: oops.

maxverstappen1: you fared better than others on their rookie halloween appearance, just ask lando and charles

landonorris: you told me there was no alcohol in the jelly so it's not my fault i ate the whole bowl and threw up in your shower

yourusername: wow way to blame the victims there lando, you literally blocked the drain

landonorris: MAX SAID THERE WAS NO ALCOHOL

yourusername: it was labelled with the ingredients. you just can't read

landonorris: no comment

yourusername: and charles got so drunk that he decided he would sleep on the couch but got 'lonely' and insisted on cuddling with us

charles_leclerc: Y/N!!!! YOU SAID YOU'D KEEP THAT A SECRET

maxverstappen1: don't worry we thought it was cute

carlossainz55: wait is that why you came as a "cuddle bug" this year?

charles_leclerc: NO

alexalbon: and that must be why he got best costume RIGGORY

yourusername: no riggory here, you and lily as mavis and jonathon were a close second

user19: i won't rest until i have an invite next year.

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maxverstappen1: sorting the recycling with your head barely attached is always the worst part of halloween

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user20: drunk max looks like so much fun

yourusername: i think i might drink my weight in coffee today but i need to see the kitchen floor soon before i lose my mind

user21: ma'am i know you're clinging to life rn but can we know who won what?

alexalbon: ALEX ALBON APPLE BOBBING CHAMP FOUR YEARS IN A ROW

charles_leclerc: i won best costume and it's purely because i'm cute cause NO one there knew about my cuddling escapades last year

landonorris: ugh pretty privilege back at it again

charles_leclerc: jealousy is a disease get well soon

oscarpiastri: my pumpkin ended up winning !! turns out people love a kangaroo in the ghostface mask

maxverstappen1: first rookie to win that title (i am so impressed by the kangaroo)

yourusername: you were actually so good you have to help me with all the decorative ones next year

oscarpiastri: i'm in

user21: but who won the real award - most embarrassing moment?

maxverstappen1: daniel got stuck in the door in his inflatable horse/cowboy costume

danielricciardo: NO esteban dressing as the cheese string man was worse

estebanocon: that's real creativity at least i didn't fall asleep in the bath like carlos

yourusername: not to gang up on carlos but the blanket you took in their is damaged beyond repair and i request a replacement

carlossainz55: fair, but it was me, lando and george in the tub

georgerussell63: fake news @carmenmundt

carmenmundt: i was also at the party babe, it was impressive how you all fit in there

user22: the fact they do all of this and race like two weeks later and the teams just deal with it

maxverstappen1: we've done much worse on race weekends

yourusername: someone didn't have to try and get home after abu dhabi 2021, halloween is nothing compared to that

note: a lil halloween one for you all. i also DO NOT PLAY ABOUT HALLOWEEN. and am currently planning my costume lol. just wanted to get a small one out before all my work comes in tomorrow, much love xx

[pucksandpower]

I have an idea for the Grid Kiiiiiids. They all try to start teaching their sister to drive a kart 🥹 up to you how old she is when they start lol but you know Max and Charles especially want that girl in a kart ASAP

Grid Kids: Little Racer

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids can’t wait to take their sister karting

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Lando looks particularly proud as he rubs his hands together. “Alright, we got the best present for her. Trust us, she’s going to love it!”

George nods enthusiastically, “It’s honestly the best thing ever. A bit of an investment for her future, you know?”

Max, trying to hide a grin, chips in, “And it’ll give her a head start in racing.”

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously, “What did you boys do?”

Charles can barely contain his excitement. “Just open the garage and see!”

You slowly make your way to the garage with growing trepidation, the grid kids practically bouncing on their feet behind you. When you open the door, there, in all its glory, sits a shiny new kart, complete with racing stripes and a custom-made helmet with your daughter’s initials.

Your jaw drops. “She’s one! She can barely even walk! What is she going to do with a kart?”

Lance, looking a little defensive, offers up ideas, “Well, she can ... sit in it? Look cute? Take photos for Instagram?”

George chimes in, “It’s never too early to get them started, right? I mean, she’s got the genes for it.”

“Think of it as a ... decorative statement piece for now? Then, in a few years, she can actually use it,” Mick suggests.

You can’t help but chuckle at their over-the-top enthusiasm. “You guys ... she’ll probably be more interested in the cardboard box it came in than the actual kart itself right now.”

Lando pouts, “Well, when you put it like that ...”

You laugh, “Thank you. It’s a very thoughtful gift. But we’re going to have to save it for when she’s a bit older.”

Max smirks, “By a bit older, you mean like five, right?”

You shake your head, exasperated by your impressively stubborn sons but always grateful for how much they love their sister. “We’ll see.”

***

Four years later, the sound of shattering glass pierces the quiet night. In an instant, you’re on your feet, grabbing a baseball bat from the corner of your room. Sebastian, equally alarmed, snatches up a table lamp from his nightstand, wielding it like some sort of medieval weapon.

As you both stealthily approach the main room, you hear muffled whispers.

“Why did you have to step on the vase, Max!” George hisses.

“It was dark! And Lando pushed me,” Max retorts defensively.

Lando protests, “Did not!”

You round the corner, brandishing your bat and glaring at the intruders. “What are you doing in here?”

The grid kids freeze like deer caught in headlights, Lando holding a giant Happy 5th Birthday balloon, Charles cradling a shiny new helmet, and Mick holding a small cake with five candles.

Max tries to salvage the situation with a sheepish grin, “Well, you did say she could start karting when she turned five. We just wanted to be the first to take her.”

Lance points to the clock on the wall that now reads 12:03 AM, “Technically, she’s five now.”

You sigh, lowering your bat, a smile slowly forming. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Sebastian chuckles as he puts the lamp down, “At least wait till morning. And next time, maybe use the door? You all have keys for a reason.”

Charles grins brightly, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Lando glances at the broken vase and nudges a shard of ceramic with his toe. “Sorry about that. We’ll get you a new one.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Just ... go home. We’ll see you at a more reasonable hour.”

Mick winks with a cheeky smile, “How about 7 AM? Sounds reasonable to me.”

You groan, ushering them out. “Go, before I change my mind about the karting!”

As the door closes behind them, you and Sebastian share a laugh. The grid kids never fail to bring some chaos into your lives.

***

The morning sun is just starting to peek through the curtains when you hear the soft hum of engines outside your window. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up and glance at the clock. 6:57 AM. “Seriously?” You mutter under your breath.

The doorbell rings and the soft hum now sounds suspiciously like the familiar excited murmurs of multiple voices.

You throw on a robe and head downstairs, opening the door to find the grid kids, all in their race suits, clustered on your front porch. Behind them, a trailer holds the tiny kart, polished to a shine and adorned with a large bow.

Max declares, “Told you we’d be back!”

Charles holds out a tray of coffee, “We brought reinforcements.”

George steps forward, a picnic basket in hand. “And breakfast! We figured that after all the excitement, you might be hungry.”

Lando bounces like a hyperactive puppy. “So, is she ready? We’ve got the whole day planned out!”

Sebastian, now also at the door in his pajamas, chuckles, “Let the poor girl wake up first.”

Mick is holding a small helmet and gloves. “We’ve got everything she needs.”

“We even have a little race suit for her.” Lance shows off the preschooler-sized suit, complete with the German flag and her name. “We got it customized and everything!”

You can’t help but join in on their enthusiasm. “Alright, alright. Just give us a minute to get her up and ready.”

The grid kids cheer, high-fiving each other.

As you head back inside, Sebastian wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You know, for a group of the most elite drivers in the world, they sure get excited about kiddie karting.”

You smile back, “That’s what makes it all the more special.”

***

You tiptoe into your daughter’s room, finding her sprawled out on the bed among a sea of stuffed animals. Sebastian follows closely behind, his excitement barely contained.

“You do the honors,” you whisper, motioning to the tiny alarm clock on her nightstand.

Sebastian nudges the clock and it lets out a soft rendition of a race car engine revving. Your daughter stirs, her little eyes slowly blinking open.

“Vroom vroom,” she murmurs drowsily, pushing herself up with a yawn.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greet, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Ready for your big day?”

She beams, “Karting day?”

Sebastian chuckles, “That’s right! And you’ve got a whole pit crew waiting for you downstairs.”

Her eyes widen in excitement, “Brothers are here?”

You nod, “Bright and early. They couldn’t wait.”

She practically jumps out of bed, “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Downstairs, the grid kids are in a frenzy of activity, making last-minute checks on the kart, packing snacks, and discussing strategies.

“You sure she doesn’t need a quick racing line tutorial?” Lando asks, pointing at some scribbles on a whiteboard.

Max rolls his eyes, “She’s five, mate.”

“Exactly. The perfect age to start,” Lando retorts.

Your daughter giggles as Charles lifts her onto his shoulders, “Look at you, future world champ!”

George hands her a small helmet, “Safety first!”

She tries it on and it slips down half of her head.

“Maybe we’ll adjust that,” Mick chuckles, helping to resize the straps.

Once everything is packed and ready, the convoy sets off for the track. Your daughter, sandwiched between Lando and George, is treated to a hilariously exaggerated commentary of their drive.

“Watch that apex! Oh no, a dramatic overtake by that ... minivan?” Lando narrates, making your daughter giggle uncontrollably.

At the track, the grid kids swarm around, setting up the kart, unloading equipment, and securing the area.

Lance kneels in front of your daughter. “Now, remember, it’s all about having fun, okay? But also ... don’t crash.”

She giggles, “Okay, Lancey.”

Charles takes her hand, leading her to the kart. “Ready to hop in?”

She nods eagerly, and with a little help, she’s seated and ready.

With the helmet securely in place and the engine purring softly, she looks up at you and Sebastian with big, excited eyes.

“Remember, slow and steady,” you call out, giving her a thumbs-up.

She revs the engine, and under the watchful eyes of her brothers, begins to kart for the first time.

As she makes her way around the track, the grid kids cheer raucously and even get a bit teary-eyed. The sight of the little kart zooming around, driven by your fearless daughter, is a memory none of you will forget.

When she finally finishes her laps and the engine dies down, the grid kids rush over, lifting her into the air in celebration.

Lando, panting from excitement as if he were the one driving, declares, “Best. Day. Ever!”

Your daughter is grinning from ear to ear. “Can we do it again tomorrow?”

Sebastian pulls you close as you watch your children make plans to kart together soon. “Looks like we’ve got another racer in the family.”

Your heart melts when you see the look of pure joy on your daughter’s face as she’s surrounded by her brothers. “Formula 1 better watch out.”

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Jessie Livin' Pack - Part II

Hiii everyone! This is the last part of Jessie's Pack and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

This second part of pack focuses on the living room decor/clutter. In total this part contains 18 items of decoration for the living room.

Items include:

3 Books (stackable, standing, with decor vases)

Decor Box

Bowl Decor

Floor Art

Blooming Plant

Bead Decor

Fluffy Rug (2 versions)

Organic Candles

PearPhone and keys

Round Vases

Side Plant (banana tree'ish)

Table Lamp

Decor Vases

Wall Gallery (with 3 options in frame and arts)

2 Photo frames (with custom pics from the world)

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 1

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

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Jungkook took a look around the place. It didn't change from the last time, it still had that dark and mystic aura that the thick black curtains allowed it to have, although some glimpses of the daylight peeked through some of the folds that, combined with some of the candles lit around the room, gave it the illumination needed to be able to see each other and read the cards. Apart from that, no one would be able to tell that house belonged to a tarot reader that had been dedicating her life to reading people's fate through cards -while she kept up with her daily tasks of being a housewife mother of five.

When she saw him through the door's peephole, seeing one of his eyes bigger than the rest of his face whenever he approached the glass to curiously look through it, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in annoyance. That boy had been persistently showing up at her place, always waiting for her to interpret his cards. At first, she thought it was due to the panic and pressure he mentioned his friends put him in. And she could tell he was hesitant on trusting a word that came out of her mouth when he first sat on that old chair, but his expression kept changing the longer she read through everything the cards were telling her about him, completely mesmerized when she brought up a possible hex that was thrown at him. Ever since then, he'd consistently show up at her door. But, unlike what she expected, his reaction through every reading left her speechless. Anyone else would've been upset over the idea of being cursed and not being able to get rid of it. Not Jungkook though. He almost celebrated it in front of her. And every time she spread her cards in front of him to confirm the curse was still there, and it was unbreakable, a proud smile formed on his face.

—I don't know why you keep coming. Your destiny won't change in a span of two weeks —she reminded him, tiredly sitting on the chair in front of him.

—You never know.

—It's quite easy though. If you want your life to keep being as it is, just don't change anything —the sound of the cards shuffling accompanied her words—. That way you won't be wasting thirty dollars on every visit you make. Take it as a golden advice I don't give to my customers.

—I just want to make sure everything is as it should be —he shrugged—. Just tell me if that curse is still there, and I'll leave you alone for two weeks.

The old lady raised her gray thin eyebrow, looking exhaustedly at her while her hands kept moving over the table.

—Three weeks —he raised three of his fingers in the air.

After clicking her tongue, she just shook her head in disappointment, making her short bob move in sync with the movements of her head.

—You must be the only person who's happy of being cursed, but I won't even try to understand you —she separated the cards in three different piles—. You already know how it works. Start.

After Jungkook picked a pile, she moved the other two to the side so the center of the rounded table would be completely free. As she placed the cards over the crochet tablecloth, her expression was unfazed. He'd get similar cards on every spread he got. Nothing new showed up in his life. Not in health, not in economy and even less in love. Her obvious expression, and momentarily roll of eyes were a good sign for him, and Jungkook suddenly felt relaxed, not even trying to hide the happy smile that was caused by it.

—Hmm I see changes —she hummed, tapping her fingers over the last two cards she pulled—. Are you moving somewhere?

—Yeah, I rented a house somewhere else —he sighed loudly—. I want to think it's for the better.

—It definitely is —she confirmed—. Are you changing your job, too?

Jungkook frowned. Certainly not. And it wasn't like he could either. After investing all his money on the boxing center, he was tied to that business. Not like he disliked it, but it wasn't like he expected.

—It's interesting —she nodded again, looking deep into the cards—. The curse still shows up in your spread —she pointed to one of the cards—, but there's something weird here. The lovers card also showed up with the chariot card. In the past, your Lovers card was reversed.

Jungkook's shoulders and neck started to tense at the mention of those new cards, making his smile fade at the speed of light as he sat straightly on the chair and looked attentively at the spread.

—And then this woman —she touched the Empress card—. I'm sensing this woman has a lot of attraction power, even if she's going through some difficulties now —the old lady hummed again—. This is so curious.

—What's curious? —Jungkook asked quickly— What's up?

—I'll explain. The Magician reversed and the Devil, along with the Lovers reversed, were the only cards that showed up for your love life. Easy words: that little thing that keeps you from being attached to a partner for longer than one night —Jungkook nodded—. But I'm seeing it might change —she muttered—. I see a woman coming your way soon, along with those changes you might go through. But I'm sensing the connection will be made through some work —she tilted her head—, that's why I asked if you're planning to change your job. But maybe she's the one who's going through those changes.

—Why is she showing up though? —Jungkook frowned— I've met several girls in the months I've come here.

—It's not clear —she tapped over the Lovers card—. Maybe she's the person who will help you to break the curse and will lead you to a romantic relationship with someone you're seeking. Or maybe you'll find the courage to try and break the curse due to this woman. I can't tell what her role is yet. But your love life will take a turn after she shows up.

—So you're telling me to avoid her, huh? Fine, I will.

—You don't understand —she sighed—. Whether you like it or not, she'll enter your life. And will probably give you the courage you keep running from.

—If this was a way to scare me and keep me from coming, you made it —Jungkook congratulated her, raising his thumb in the air—. Congratulations, you almost lost a customer right here and now.

Opening his wallet to take the thirty dollars out, he handed her the money and got ready to leave, putting his leather jacket on before he was stopped by the weak hand of the old lady.

—Love is not a scary thing, Jungkook —she assured him—. Stop running away from it.

While he wanted to be annoyed at how bad the reading turned out for him, he still felt softened by the way she was looking at him. Scoffing, he showed her a weak smile before he spoke:

—Love is the worst of all the curses —he assured her.

Jungkook left her house with a bittersweet taste on his tongue, tilting his head while peeking his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. Was he supposed to just ignore all the women he met from that moment and on? Because it wasn't like he could repeat with any of the girls he had previously met. And it wasn't like he wanted to keep himself celibate until the end of times.

Maybe she didn't read the cards properly. Or maybe there was a way he could avoid this new woman in his life. One thing for sure, flirting in the boxing center was officially forbidden for him.

Y/n's leg shook in sync with the ticking of the clock hanging over her head. She had been waiting for that package all weekend, only for it to be sent late at the same time she wasn't home because she was working. What was the point of confirming the arrival date if the order would come whenever the shipping company wanted?

She moved her head back, resting it against the wall while she stretched her legs. She had been sitting there for forty minutes, only for the queue not to move in the slightest. The numbers on the screen didn't change in the past ten minutes. They were stuck at the eighty-four, and she was the hundred twenty-two.

Not only was she bored, and in a bad mood after having one last argument with one of her colleagues at work, she was also starving because she had no time to have something to eat during her lunch break. She comforted herself thinking she'd get out of there fast, and would buy something nice to eat on her way back home. But instead she felt the chained chairs moving every time any of the other people sitting next to her made the slightest move, while her stomach growled in desperation because it hadn't been fed since she had breakfast almost thirteen hours ago.

Yes, she was indeed done with life. And that day was only a reminder.

Her jaw clenched when she remembered how she lost the chance to write about something interesting and deep, out of her comfort zone. She had planned the best way to capture poverty in her upcoming article, she had all sort out and even was planning to visit some centers to do some interviews to make more emphasis on the issue even more. But somehow the editor managed to hand that article to someone else, while she was in charge to cover up some dumb ass celeb that was being canceled on the Internet for snorting coke in the bathrooms of a charity gala.

She had been working on that newspaper for the past two years, yet someone who got there six months ago was getting more recognition and better articles than her.

It made no sense.

And whenever she tried to confront the editor about it, she'd always be given the same answer. She'd always be told how she was the one exaggerating things, and how it wasn't that big of a deal.

Several heads turned to her when her phone started ringing, as if it was the most annoying sound there was when she had heard shouting and baby crying for the past forty minutes.

—It's not the best time right now, mom —she warned her.

—Did you receive the Cooking chef?

—Wow. I'm good, thank you. What about you? —after sighing, she answered her mother's question— I'm on it.

—Good —she celebrated—. Don't bother keeping it in the box until I pick it up this weekend though. You can keep it. Take it as a gift.

—What? Why?

—Mitchell said he doesn't want it anymore. And he was sure you'd need it more than us anyway. It'll be easier and faster for you to cook food. He kinda wants to make sure you eat proper food from now on.

While she appreciated the gift, she was still thinking of the amount of money she'd need to pay her step-father for it. And while she tilted her head, and thought of the way her mother gave him the credit card info, yet still insisted on Y/n giving her address for the shipping information, she realized what they did.

—Mom, I won't take it —she assured her—. I know I eat like a cow whenever I go to visit you, but that's because you cook so well. I promise you I eat well when I'm by myself.

—Don't fight me. Fight Mitchell when he comes back from work —she tried to stop her daughter's rambling—. It was his idea and his gift.

Y/n sighed when her mother cut whatever complaint that'd come out of her mouth, insisting on giving back the huge box she hadn't even picked yet. She knew how expensive it was while she was ordering it online, and she knew how hard it was for Mitchell to earn the money to be able to pay it. Even if she appreciated the gesture, she just couldn't take the gift when she didn't need it in the first place.

After another twenty minutes, her turn finally came. And she tried to come up with a way to be able to carry that thick and heavy box back home frome where she was. The subway was a nightmare during that time, but she didn't have the money to spend it on a cab either.

She kept being pushed carelessly by the people that came out and those who were in a rush to get in, she barely fit the tight space she managed to get herself into when she was finally inside. And while the strength in her arms was poor, she still hugged tight to the brown paperboard box, not trusting anyone there to leave it on the ground. She knew someone would complain about how it would block the way, and some others would even kick the box accidentally while being pushed by others -or while being too busy looking at their phones, or just the double door opening, to care about what was ahead of them.

Her body tripped when some of the people behind her moved suddenly when the subway stopped, making her balance turn non-existent and almost getting her into a fight when the corner of the box hit the head of the bald man that was sitting in one of the places on her right.

All the way to her stop, she kept hearing the man huffing and complaining, although she already apologized and tried to excuse herself. It wasn't like she split his head open, although Y/n was dying to throw the box right at his head and run away as soon as the doors opened. And she probably would've done it if the machine inside wasn't as expensive.

The way back home was so long she thought she would give up at any time. Usually she'd just take fifteen minutes from the station to her building, but having to stop every two minutes to readjust the way she was holding the box was prolonging the walk a little bit too long.

The only thing in her mind was getting to the elevator, sharing the weight of the box with the wall while she waited to get to her floor, just to do one last tiny effort to her house before she would be able to finally feel her arms.

She clicked the button, waiting for the metallic machine to react to her reclaim. But it didn't change. The white arrow that would usually light up, showing up the elevator was moving, was turned off. There wasn't a reaction, yet the button on the ground floor still lit up every time she clicked on it.

In any other case, maybe she would've waited a bit more, but after five minutes, she gave up. Y/n concluded it probably was broken, and that it'd be faster for her to walk upstairs to the third floor and forget about the awful day it was once she closed the door to her apartment.

Her lungs were craving for air, her legs were sore and she stopped feeling her arms after she passed the first floor, sure her hands were holding onto the box just by pure instinct. The relief that invaded her body when she realized she'd only have to take five more steps to finally leave the box disappeared when she saw the elevator on her floor.

The metallic door kept trying to close, ending up opening again when the huge long white box that was on the floor kept blocking the lift from moving at all. When she looked at the door in front of hers half opened, she understood what was going on.

Someone clearly didn't know about basic coexistence rules, and was moving into the new free apartment in front of hers.

The only thing Y/n could hope for was that the elevator issue was just a momentary mistake.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Can we meet the mysterious third sibling?

"What? What do you mean they're on their way?"

...

"Huh? They're right outside?"

You go to open the door you now found yourself at after walking down a long, white corridor; but as the handle pulls, a large figure slamming against the glass stops you from entering. You can see its hulking shape as it holds the door shut; muttering obscurities as it looks around the room.

"Shit. Uh- please hang on a moment while we - er- I tidy a few things up. Shouldn't taken more than a few minutes."

The following ten minutes after accompanied by loud crashes and frantic rambling. The broom wedged into the door's handle is removed as the voice speaks again.

"Okay, you can enter now."

You step inside the room to the scene of a laboratory if a tornado had run through it. Bits of broken material littered the floor. Cupboards were stuffed to the brim and blankets were thrown over things they were too big to hold. A chalkboard stands to one side with its previous contents erased in a hurry. You can make out the first few letters of your name. A hand quickly turns it over, but its just more scribbles of your name. Someone clears their throat.

"Ahem.."

You turn to meet the other party in the room. Their skin shimmers under the dim lights like the wax of a lit candle; carved with intricate details akin to the weavings of lace. Their hair falls to their lower back; curly, spread out, and adorned with multiple eyes through their locks. Their own face has six eyes and sits partially detached from the black silhouette of its head. They wear a lab coat and nothing else with its back cut open for their avian wings; two arms fitted along the top of their upper bones. The eye in the center of their chest centers on you as they speak.

"Well! If it isn't my favorite lost soul that I most definitely haven't been watching through yours entire journey. What can I do for you today?"

"Um... someone told me you have a way into the human world?"

Their eyes twitch. "Pardon?"

"Is there anyway you could send me home?"

"Oh! Haha-...." They grab their face as with their wing appendages it shifts, holding up a finger for pause. "Please give me a moment. I need to talk with my associate about something."

The demon hurries behind the chalkboard, crouching behind a few cardboard boxes from what you can see underneath. An unfinished figurine pops out from one of the crates. It kinda looks like you, but dresses up as a maid. You round the corner, eavesdropping on the conversation it seems to be having with itself. The second voice is much raspier then the first, and struggles at keeping a low volume.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know. When you were talking to them, it was all about you so why should I help now?"

"This is not something you want to dump on a person when you've just met them."

"Hey- If I hadn't seen them, they would've noticed the journals you left on the table. The one about the coffee shop."

"It's a cute scenario and you know it." They hiss.

"We're not starting this shit right-

"Excuse me?"

The demon looks back at you; face a slightly darker shade of white bordering on pink and eyes narrow. It rotates back to the first as it quickly raises to its feet.

"Meeting adjourned! Haha- unfortunately, the technology used for that is unable at this due to... technical difficulties, but I can house you for the time being. I know what type of mattress you prefer already and have filled a wardrobe full of clothing I think you might fancy... This is custom for all humans I met, of course. There's no reason to doubt me so - please don't."

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 5: Rabbit Hole

Masterlist

You tidied your bedroom a little to make it more comfortable. you did some sweeping, you cleaned the window, and pulled out your carpet. You have your beanbag, scented candles, and those carts with wheels in white to fill in your midnight cravings. you have 2 small fridges to store your skincare and cold beverages.

you ordered a customized mattress to place in the bed frame. if you weren't so lazy, you would've replaced it with metal. you have a full XL bed with soft satin covers, you have your varieties of Squishmallow on top and an Ikea Blahaj plushie.

Moving to the window with beige curtains, you have your own desk. well, Price or Artofay never really told you about having to do paperwork but you have your military laptop with cute stickers around it because you hated the dirty yellow color. Beside it, theres a round desk mirror with a portable lamp to do your makeup and skincare.

It's nice to see outside the window too while at it. your clothes are neatly hung on a clothing rack. below it, there are a few boxes of the heels you brought. you took your time admiring your hard work in your own room until there was a knock on the door.

"Hi, (y/n). can we come in?" Soap peered to your level with Gaz behind. you leaned yourself to the door frame, crossing your arm "Is it gonna be 'how was your room makeover' or 'can I lay in your bed', Soapy?" you smirked at them eyeing your bedroom. "How'd you know? should've used witch as your callsign" Gaz laughs. well, you're not wrong. when you were busy in your own room, Soap wouldn't stop talking about the empty ikea boxes in the base's trash bin.

"Please. I'll cook you... what does American like.. Oh, Cheeseburger!" Soap pleaded with a try-hard puppy eyes. "Do not touch my Squishmallow." you stated and he sprinted into your bed the time you moved to the side. "(y/n), Knowing well you've been doing this all alone, I genuinely think you did a great job decorating a whole room," Gaz commented as he was looking through your scented candles. "It's more than decorating, this is my therapy and work out." you smiled at Gaz.

"God this is the softest fucking bed I've ever been in.." Soap buried himself into your bed. You just chuckled at the two snooping around in your room. you sat in your beanbag scrolling through your phone.

Gaz opened one of your small fridge, he was confused at the content. "(y/n), I know you're rich and all but.." you look up to him "...you drink nia..cy an mide?" he squinted his eyes at your niacinamide face serum. your eyes widen in terror. "Jesus, Gaz. I'm sorry sweetie but please put that back carefully." you pointed at the small glass pipette bottle he's holding. "Oh, I'm sorry (y/n)" he did what he was told.

"It's my skincare thing. you know those jelly things girls wear..." You smiled and got up. "the fridge don't just cool the contents, it kills bacterias in it too." you explained. showing Gaz your skincare routines. "can we do that?" Soap's head emerged from your covers. "Do what exactly..?" you glance at your bed squashed by a humongous man. "Jelly on face thing. can we do that"

you paused and looked at Gaz who is nodding in agreement. "What's your skin type?"

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"Si," Price called. "Here is the last ammunition. it's best we store the combat supplies now. Have you packed?" he gave the last two boxes to Ghost. "I have, capt." He coldly said before placing the boxes and scanning the trunk. he noticed something he hasn't seen, the biggest box in the corner of the trunk.

"What's this one?" Price looked up from the table. "Which?" "The one with carved LD, rectangular black box." Price paused for a moment before forming his mouth into an 'ooh'. "Princess's, those are customized," he said clearing the table off. Ghost got irritated hearing your nickname. "your favorite, I see." he closes the trunk angrily, it made the other car alarm go off.

Price quickly turn the car down with a remote and sighed, "Simon, please." he leaned to the table facing Ghost. "She doesn't even have respect the first she sees me," He walked towards the captain. "she's all 'I wear what I want' bullshit, that's a liability to us, Captain." he crossed his arms to his chest. "Simon, this is getting out of hand." Price defended, he scoffed beneath his mask. "She's the one getting out of hand, one day she'll make a mistake and all she can do is say 'Oopsie Daisy' like a little bitch." Ghost's voice grew angry.

"Simon, you do not call your superior-"

"Was." Ghost refute.

"She was, captain. I admit it, she IS the FBI's world-class multimillionaire soo much above us, richer than four of us combined. claimed hundreds even thousands of honors authentication from the governor, I know." He pointed at the small pink Barbie heels toy Price got for you as a map dummy.

"but she was demoted for a reason, and I know she will make a nuisance on the field." He rested his tensed fist on the table.

"Simon," Price sighs. "If I demote you from lieutenant, does that make you less valuable?" he knitted his eyebrow and looked through Simon's eyes. Price made him tensed slightly. hearing the word 'demoted' draws images of you in Simon's mind, but he kept his head high. "Depends on the reason, captain."

"what if the reason I relegated you was because you don't trust your own teammates?" Price tilted his head, digging for another complaint from Ghost. if he says he's not dumbfounded at Price's statement, He'd be lying.

"If I were you, I would feel the same, Simon. but just for now, please. Her first mission with us starts tomorrow, and I hope that changes your doubt." He opened a multipurpose screwdriver set. Ghost then sigh in defeat and glanced at his tactical wristwatch. '3.45 PM,'

Price gandered at the time too. "You have two something hours until our team meeting. Might as well unwind yourself for a moment. I want the meeting less personal and more rational could you do that for us, Simon?" Price said whilst fixing a device, dismissing Ghost softly. "Affirmative. I will take my leave, captain." Ghost bowed slightly and left Price alone in the garage.

upon leaving the garage, he found out that the shed and range remained untouched. taking a trip to the cafeteria, he lost his tea appetite due to the sudden tranquility. he noticed the box of Jenga and uno Soap brought to play with the team is in the exact same place.

"too bloody quiet." He muttered. he also found out there was nobody in the main bathroom. "Soap?" his voice echoed against Soap's empty bedroom, the same goes for Gaz's bedroom. "Where the fuck is everyone." He heard his own heartbeat and footsteps bouncing in the hallway.

he ran his palm to the top of his head, slightly anxious. He enjoyed the silence, but too silent is suspiciously weird for someone as loud as Soap and Gaz. But soon then he realizes after that your room is the last chamber he have not checked. He noticed that the door isn't closed shut, he took his time to eavesdrop.

"AND THEN BOOM he got hit by a big ass truck!" Your voice resonated. "Whaaat?!" Gaz and Soap's laughter is heard after. Ghost sighs in relief and decided to glance at the sight. your room was rather dark, the only thing lighting up is your Bath and Body Works scented candles.

Soap wearing a pink skincare bandana with a heart-shaped plush in front of it. his face is covered in some kind of a green gooey jelly-looking substance. but his eyes and mouth remained bare. Gaz's wearing a yellow pineapple imprinted bandana too, but the jelly thing he smeared all over his face is pink.

and you are wearing a white bandana, your hair is neatly tied with a silk robe that reaches your knee. but your thighs were exposed from the slit of the side making you look illegally divine. you have black jelly slathering all over your face. honestly, you guys were just wearing a jelly mask. something someone like Ghost would have no idea about. you can wear a clay mask and he'd think you fell to a cow shit.

"When I was on duty in Cali, the radio of our car actually played TS's song. I think it was like Lover or something, Gaz? remember that time?" Soap tapped Gaz's shoulder as you continuously nodding while filing your nail. "Yeah, and since then Soap was all about Swifties." the three of you laughed at Gaz's statement. "I'm not sure about my song of choice though, I.." Gaz shrugged his shoulder. "I listen to anything I feel like. mostly Beyoncè." Soap tilts his head to you, "Remember that one time about the awards drama thing?"

you clicked your tongue and threw your nail filers to the side, "is it the VMA? like that one time when Kanye said something like 'this is suppose to be beyoncè' type of shit, like who the fuck does he think he is, I love Beyonce but TS deserves that win too." you gossiped while tilting your head to Soap. "Girl, you know I think he's giving-" "Desperation." You, Gaz, and Soap said at the same time.

"That dumbass, quote on quote MADE Taylor Swift famous while she was winning an award-" Soap flicked your Prada magazine page while squinting his eyebrows. "How does that add up???" Gaz replied. "I know right??" Soap rolled his eyes.

you were laughing with the two until the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of another life."...Ghost?" Your calling made the two of them jolted, only to see He's leaning in the dark inside your walls already. "(y/n), you're delusional no one is-" Ghost took a step forward letting the light from your candle illuminates him. "Bloody hell you're scary" Gaz hides his face with the magazine Soap is holding.

"People smearing their face with colorized mud versus my existence. I think you're more horrific." He sternly said. Ghost was actually impressed that you noticed his arrival. "It's called Skinwalker, Ghost." Soap exclaimed. "..Skincare," you whispered. "It's called skincare, Ghost." he tuned again.

Ghost rolled his eyes and walked towards the three of you. you were laying flat on your stomach in your bed whilst Gaz and Soap is on the floor leaning against your bed. "There's space here if you'd like." you put yourself in a sitting position and patted the empty space of your bed. he pauses himself before deciding to join the three of you.

but as he sat down, there was a pause between the four of you. Gaz, Soap, and you glanced at Ghost whose making the bed sinking into him as if he was a dark hole.

but not long after that, a small creak and the sound of the bedframe breaking down made you, Gaz, and Soap yelp.

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Ghost watches you angrily dumping your duffle bag near his wardrobe. you were walking around his room placing down your necessities in certain spots. he lets you use his desk to put down a few bottles of your morning skincare.

"(y/n) I-" "Don't." you cut him off as you plug your mini skincare fridge into an available power socket. "I rather not talk about it, I won't beef about it I promise." You huffed your cheek in annoyance.

"Okay, you can use the bed on top. I'll use the lower mat-" "That'll do." you cut him off again. he was slightly irritated but your tone and words reminds him of how he'd treated Soap back when he was first assigned to him.

"Okaaay. I thank whoever is in the sky for whatever mess that happened tonight," you took a deep breath and close your eyes, locking your fingers together. "I hope with today's bad luck, tomorrow will go smoother." you exhaled dramatically. "Okay, I'm off to Capt's." you turned your back and left the room. "Byee." you sarcastically cooed as the door closes behind you.

Ghost sighed in defeat and eventually walked towards the door. but he couldn't help but notice a piece of Polaroid has slipped through one of your binders book. he didn't want to care but he's genuinely worried if it was important.

picking up the small square film, he flips it to see the content. God, you wish you saw his eyes widening in terror. it was someone's mug shot, with a concerning amount of bruises in the face.

On the board, it said 'Rick McRaynott'. Price's voice about your drug smuggling case that made you demoted replayed in his head. he looked over his own desk that you've occupied with her pink binder book and a few bottles of skincare he can't pronounce.

the cover of the book has a red lipstick kiss mark in the middle with a suspicious amount of doodles in the corners. on the center, it said 'Burn Book' with multiple cut-out letters. he scooted over and opened your book. On the first page, there was a thin FBI identification card with your picture printed too. it was inside a plastic and glued securely.

Federal Bureau of Investigation

(Y/N) (L/N)

Place and birth of date: Classified, */**/****

Rank: Executive Agent In Charge

status: Active on Field

card validity period: November 2025

Property of The United States Of America

in God we trust.

he sighed at the card and flipped the pages again. despite the repugnant content, there are multiple cat stickers and doodled flowers all over the pages. even a letter sticker saying 'Homicide UwU' and green tape with frog doodles around the edges of the page. he bit his tongue after recalling how many times he has snitched to Price about you because of his own personal hesitation. he felt guilty.

God, it looked like Leonard Lake's diary but it's all pink and glitters. he saw gruesome pictures of a soaked bloody machete with a note saying 'evidence weapon:3' in blue glitter ink. another picture of a presumably deceased Japanese man with the guts spilling out of a bathtub, followed by your handwritten note again. 'Koisheki (35), 8-10-2018' and a red stamp saying 'solved' over it.

he rubbed his temper in stress because there are multiple gut-wrenching pictures of the victim's dead body. but he lost it in the mug shot pictures with again, your handwriting. saying:

'Mateo X - Rania Gianvito Rossi Pumps'

'Alba R - Emmy London Rebecca Suede Pumps'

'Elioud H - Louis Vuitton Patent leather nude pumps'

he killed multiple people before, he saw gushes, wounds, and unexplainable injuries and he treated them well. but something about your 'Burn Book' surprisingly took a chunk out of his sanity. he never expected himself to discover that the classified stuff you went through before demotion was something that can shake his senses.

"Bloody fucking hell," He quickly places Rick's mugshot on the empty note saying '8 Inch black heels PLEASER BEYOND' assuming that it's where the film belongs.

he fast walked from his room towards Captain Price's office. rethinking his life choices about going through your binder clip. As he was walking, he thought about all the contents. Mid-walking, he stopped in his tracks and inhaled sharply at the sudden realization.

Those abhorrent pictures in the mugshot weren't just assaulted criminals. it's your handwritten records of which high heels you've beaten them with.

you've been working alone. you tortured those bandits by yourself, with your heels.

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"Alright," Price spread open the rolled map on the table, right in the center of the room. Ghost's eyes haven't left your head, but you didn't notice this. Price placed a few pawns on top of the map and colored Sharpies. the small pawn toys consist of a Barbie heel, a skull toy, a cap, a fish, and a bullet. "How come you get to be the cool one?" Gaz picked up the small fish toy. "I think the fish reminds me of you when we went fishing in Islamorada." Price chuckled as he wrote down something with the marker.

your eyes glistened in awe as you pick up the small pink Barbie shoe. you felt Soap's hand around your shoulders. "Let's be tactical, yeah Dior?" He chuckled to you as you look up at him. "affirmative, sir" you playfully leaned to his side.

Time flies as Price plans out the mission. for some apparent reason, the kidnapper hasn't really contacted anyone in the authorities for bail money. After a few talks and conclusions, the hostage is needed alive. you pointed at a specific spot on the map, "Hostage situation is always needed alive. Unless a ransom is fulfilled, they either dismiss her or eliminate her. But in this case, Its obvious that they don't want our interference." you concluded.

"I think it's best if we do a translucent scout complaisant...which sounds stupid." You said, placing your Barbie heels on top of the Scrabble in the map. "...bargain search and clear?" Gaz commented at your statement. "That sounds stupid too, I guess."

"That's not a bad idea, Dior." Price moved his bullet pawn beside yours. "Soap hijacks cctv, Gaz look out. Capt and Lt could do the sweeping," You drew a few lines around the map. "And you? gonna sit still?" Ghost hissed. "I was about to say I'm gonna lurk with Soap's vision but since you said that, maybe I'll change my mind." You sarcastically shrugged.

"Bloody fuckin hell." He muttered. "Is 'bloody fuckin hell' your signature catchphrase or all british says that" you raised your eyebrow which irritated him. but he held back after the content im your book replayed in his mind. "I think that was extraneous but I do agree about the lurking part." your eyes sparked at Price's.

"(y/n), are you going to use your compound?" Soap drawed a few lines in the map, which caused you to look at Price with sad eyes. "we have that choice, you think the one you broke is the only compound in the world?" he chuckled. "I mean, I'm confident to hit streaks. maybe I'll need a lot of arrows that can crush skulls." You place your finger in your chin, "For plucking eyeballs, I need the ones with a contracting stemmed bullet point." you added.

"we have that. were heading to the headquarter first before Urzsk, I'm sure they have multiples kind of arrows with a bunch of stocks." Price said looking down proudly at the plan they've discussed. "or you should hold at least two handguns, just in case." Gaz continued, you smile at him in agreement.

Task Force 141 decided to intelize the kidnapper, bait with bail, get to the location, clear and go home. easier said than done, thats one. "They won't hesitate to kill her if we made the wrong move, I think the biggest responsibility will be at my stake." you tightened the bow in your robe. "Then don't make the wrong move or shake the pot." You frowned at Ghost's statement.

"Alright off to bed you kiddos, we should leave earlier in the morning, avoiding rush hours. pack for a week, snacks for 3 hours, I drive. dismissed!" Price clasped his hand and tidied the map. you rolled your eyes and left the room.

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You stretched yourself in your...well, Ghost's bed. but technically its kinda yours for a few night until they replaced your bedframe. but you have your covers and a fluffy blanket to keep yourself cozy.

you used your eyecover and layed facing to Ghost's bed. usually at this hour, you're busy scrolling TikTok to see Leon Kennedy thirst trap edit, Tumblr to see Miguel O'Hara nasty fanart or Ao3 to catch up your favorite fanfics of other fictional dilfs you worryingly simp over but tomorrow is a big day for you.

you heard the door creaking open and closes. you knew who it was so you don't bother to see who it is. you could hear him laying on his bed and taking his time to position himself comfortably. you pay no mind.

"(y/n)-" "No." you cut him off. your peace is disturbed as you feel your jaw is gripped with strong palms, yanking you up from the bed. "You bloody fucking look at me, y'hear?" you pressed his buttons too much now.

"Well I definitely can see you right fucking now, Ghost." you hissed, your eyelids fluttered as he ripped your sleeping eye mask off. "Hey!" you slapped his wrist off your jaw. his hand is fucking hard. "You rip my shit, I'll shove your balaclava up your ass!" you take over your eyemask checking for any signs of torned. "What is wrong with you? are you mad at me because I drank tea with milk or what?" You faced him fearlessly.

"Nu uh, you're just bloody fucking annoying," he sternly said. "and you better not fuck up tomorrow's mission." your mouth falls agape at his judgement.

"Fuck you mean nu uh, I ain't done shit." You crossed your arm in annoyance. "You better have some respect for your lieutenant tomorrow, because we're going tactical, you fucking demoted shit." He threateningly pointed at you. "When the lieutenant has earned my respect, then I'll be fucking tactical, brits." You fumed to him, he glared daggers to you and tilt his head disturbingly whilst you put your eye mask back on. "I'm sorry?"

"apology accepted." you pull your blanket over your head, huffed and sleep facing back from him.

He was stunned.

Ghost, a man of war. there's no way he is going to sleep easily, hell the last time he slept comfortably was definitely when he came to his apartment back in Manchester. Which was a long time ago, he has severe insomnia.

You were softly breathing in your sleep, which was good. you definitely didn't have dirty thoughts about your fictional men before you fall asleep. Ghost in the other hand, he has your binder book in his bed and his laptop dimming the light. everytime you turn in your sleep, he'd briskly pull his cover so you wouldn't see your book in his hands if you were about to wake up.

he enjoyed the silence and the soft muttering you made as he was researching your past cases. he found out a lot of things.

your personal beef with Sheperd, the classified governer's website and how to access them. A lot about Kate Laswell and other people. he even managed to dig himself into your records back when you're in a private military school.

He sees your flaw, your strength, your insecurities, pictures of your childhood, pictures of you proudly cuffing your first felon, picture of you and Kate Laswell when she got married to her wife, and a copy of your demotion letter. with a handwriten sticky notes below it

'Fuck the military' he rolled his eyes as he read it.

he found out about your mom, but not your dad. which is weird to him. he actually gets to learn about you, even your ex lovers. he knows your specific customized starbuck drink, knew your favorite food, your period cycle, knew why you were so petty to everyone, your Leon Kennedy obssession, why you bitch a lot, why you wear heels all the time, why you-

"No please don't.." Ghost pulled his covers in reflex. "...Dad, could you not do that... I can't.." he gazes his eyes to you sleep talking.

"No I dont like this, can you make it stop... please"

'Jesus, she better not be cryin, I ain't paid enough for that.' he got up and sat in his bed watching your voice shifting from talking to whimpering, listening to every word you muttered in your sleep.

Unfortunately, his expressions changed when you started to hyperventilate.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Infatuated Diluc has me a bit...👀

Imagine a Diluc that always seems so standoffish to you. Curt, polite, and to the point, he never seems to want to linger in your company. And that's alright, you understand. He's a busy man after all, and the Dawn winery is always chock full of customers, on any given day. You're but a single person, of no real importance, and you won't take up too much of his time.

But if only you knew the truth.

Diluc is smitten. Infatuated. Enamored.

He wants to wallow in it.

Diluc who always gives you a discount, so much so that you know you're paying far too little for how much you actually drank. And he always makes them himself; like another person doing so would be a critical hit to his pride.

Diluc who always ties his hair up high whenever you sit at the counter. He saw the way you looked at him once when he did so, and he always does it now, if only to keep your eyes on him a moment longer. He doesn't know what the appeal is there, but no harm, no foul.

Precisely why he also wears those corsets, high backed and cinched tight. Of course, they are amazing for back support, given how heavy claymores can be, but he likes the way your eyes trail across him. It is like fingers at his spine, warm and ginger. The candles gutter and writhe.

Diluc has memorized the group you always come in with. The ones who always get drunk first, the one who always pulls you to dance, the one that sets up the drinking games, the ones you walk home with.

He gives them all discounts to, if only because he doesn't want to seem like he's favoring you.

And because they're the ones making you laugh so lovely.

Archons, he's whipped.

Somehow your favorite bards are always in house or on stage whenever you visit the winery, always ready to spiel a tale or song. They always seem to have a preference for love songs though, but maybe that's just your sappy tastes.

You never have to worry about leaving your drink unattended, because you can always leave it with Master Diluc. Often, he would just give you a refill of whatever you left with him, with hardly a glance when you try to deny. 

You remember once, you tried to shove some mora across the counter so you could finally pay your full share. Tried, since Master Diluc kept pushing it back towards you. It was like a game, with you trying to shove the coins into his hands, him being too quick to do that, instead pushing the coins back so they fall into your lap. You've taken to leaving the mora in inconspicuous places that only the servants, or one red headed man, could find. You'll find the exact amount of mora back on your person in some form; like in the bottom of your glass, or hidden inside a box of Dominoes, handed to you before a round. This game is ongoing.

And you feel so special, playing around like this with Monstadt's most eligible bachelor, makes you feel a connection. 

Even if you tell yourself not to get ahead of yourself.

But he wants you to. He wants you to push boundaries, test the heat a little. He… likes this. You. He's never had something like before, and he wants to wallow in it a little.

So, indulge him, why don't you?

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The sound of a knife cutting through vegetables was a softness that joined the forest pathway, the surrounding woodlands a glow with fireflies and the moon above just about peeking over clouds and lake front. It was a new spot, somewhere his Dad suggested he set up for today through text and for once, Hiro listened instead of remaining in the human cities out of convenience.

He didn't have to go to classes or anywhere forced upon him so the venture out into the wilderness with his work was a good new stretch for his legs. The night was a while away when he set out, but now he was fully set up… preparing for his patrons that he no doubt would be seeing soon.

His gaze didn't move much from his hands as he snapped his knives through what he needed. Making sure everything was set up in their wooden boxes to savour flavour and freshness. A boiling bowl of water - soon turned into a simmering broth for oden in the chilly hours to come. He gave a polite sniff as he sliced daikon, yam and peeled boiled eggs from their bowl to place into the broth with wooden spoons. The smell only amplified as he moved the lid off and let it flow into the area.

He couldn't help but give a soft smirk, it was a great batch of this broth. Took him years to master it from under his Mom's hands but now he's got it to a T. That and his ramen broth - that felt like a mere blink to make now. Slicing bite sized vegetables up once again to place into the brother to soak it up, he wiped down his surfaces once he got everything on the go.

Debating if he'll add tofu skewers as he pulled apart a table for four outside his little area. Stools added, a couple of chairs, more tables… It was an eatery in the wilderness, a place to enjoy a good meal. Paper lanterns were the last to be sparked up, a fly repellent smoke mix in its middle burned above the candle he sparked and with that. He was ready for his first customers for today…

His tail wavered into existence with a thick explosion of fur - thankfully no fly away hairs, and his ears rounded off, extending from where his human guise stood. Stretching his tail out and popping his neck - he gave the moon one more glance before sighing out. "Ganbare, me… "

His hand rose his to grasp onto the noren, twirling the material open and hooking it into place with a wind chime deafening the surroundings in its gentleness. The fabric fluttered in a breeze made by the smell of his food and a path made by ghost-flames ignited to show a way for him from the main road. Hiro tugged out a bandana to cover his hair and tied it into place with a soft huff behind his head. "Open for business." Muttered to himself as he stepped back into his stalls' kitchen place and plucked out several bowls and platters to fill with Edamame lightly salted to place on his wooden service front.

"Irasshaimase. What can I get you?"

[annwynisland]

Furniture Catalogue

Item names spelled in US English. Ctrl+F (find keyword) recommended. I can customize with Cyrus if specific color variant(s) desired.

ACNH Nintendo Switch

Alto saxophone

Analog kitchen scale

Anthurium plant

Antique bureau

Antique chair

Antique clock

Antique console table

Antique mini table

Antique wardrobe

Arcade seat

Artsy table

Baby panda

Ball

Baobab

Basic teacher's desk

Beach ball

Beach chairs with parasol

Beach towel

Bidet

Board game

Book

Book stands

Bottled beverage

Box corner sofa

Box sofa

Broom and dustpan

Bunk bed

Campfire cookware

Camping cot

Candle

Candle chandelier

Cans

Cardboard box

Carnations

Casablanca lilies

Cassette player

Cat grass

Chainsaw

Chalkboard

Champion's pennant

Changing room

Checkout counter

Chessboard

Clipboard

Clothes closet

Clothesline pole

Coffee beans

Coffee cup

Coffee grinder

Coffee plant

Colorful juice

Cone

Cooking tools

Cool sofa

Corner clothing rack

Counter table

Covered wagon

Crane game

Creepy skeleton

Cruiser bike

Cuckoo clock

Cup with saucer

Cushion

Cute chair

Cute DIY table

Cute sofa

Cute wall-mounted clock

Cute wardrobe

Cypress bathtub

Cypress plant

Decorative bottles

Deep fryer

Desk mirror

Dessert carrier

Diner counter chair

Diner counter table

Diner dining table

Diner neon clock

Dinnerware

Dinosaur toy

Director's chair

Dish-drying rack

Display stand

Document stack

Double-door refrigerator

Double-edged sword

Double Gloucester cheese

Double sofa

Drapery

Dreamy bed

Dreamy rabbit toy

Dreamy wall rack

Dual hanging monitors

Elephant slide

Enamel lamp

Evergreen ash

Exam table

Exercise bike

Exit sign

Fan

Fancy violin

Fax machine

Festival zongzi

Fireplace

Floating-biotope planter

Floor light

Floor seat

Fluorescent light

Folding floor lamp

Fortune-telling set

Freezer

Froggy chair

Garden faucet

Garden gnome

Garden lantern

Gas range

Gears

Glass jar

Globe

Handcart

Hanging cube light

Hearty ramen

High-end stereo

Homework set

Hourglass

Iced coffee

Imperial bed

Imperial chest

Imperial decorative shelves

Imperial dining chair

Imperial dining lantern

Imperial low table

Imperial partition

Ironing board

Ironing set

Judge's bell

Karaoke machine

Kids' tent

Kimono stand

Kitchen counter

Knife block

Lab-experiments set

Lantern

Large covered round table

Large magazine rack

Lily-pad table

Long bathtub

Magazine

Magnetic knife rack

Marimba

Metal can

Metal pot

Meter and pipes

Microwave

Mini circuit

Mining car

Mixer

Mobile

Modern cash register

Modern office chair

Monstera

Mop

Moroccan lights

Moss ball

Mounted blue marlin

Mr. Flamingo

Mrs. Flamingo

Mug

Oil barrel

Oil lamp

Outdoor air conditioner

Outdoor bench

Outdoor folding chair

Owl clock

Painting set

Papa panda

Paper-chain ceiling garland

Paper lantern

Paper tiger

Patchwork bed

Patchwork sofa chair

Pendulum clock

Pennant

Pet food bowl

Pinball machine

Pine tree

Plasma ball

Plastic canister

Pop-up book

Pop-up toaster

Popcorn machine

Porcelain vase

Portable radio

Pot rack

Potted starter plants

Premium nigirizushi

Pro coffee grinder

Puppy plushie

Rattan armchair

Rattan end table

Rattan low table

Rattan stool

Rattan table lamp

Rattan vanity

Rattan wardrobe

Retro fan

Retro stereo

Rice cooker

Rock guitar

Rocket lamp

Rotary phone

Round light fixture

Round pillow

Round space heater

Salad bar

Sandwich plate meal

Schefflera

School chair

School desk

Scooter

Scrapbook

Screen

Serving cart

Set of stockings

Sewing machine

Sewing project

Shaded floor lamp

Shaded pendant lamp

Ship-wheel door decoration

Shopping bag

Short file cabinet

Shoyu ramen

Silver confetti blower

Silver mic

Simple kettle

Simple panel

Simple shaded lamp

Simple table

Simple wall shelf

Siphon

Skateboard

SLR camera

Small mannequin

Small vase

Soft-serve lamp

Spaceship control panel

Spinning wheel

Square bathtub

Standing toilet

Strapped books

Studio spotlight

Study carrel

Study chair

Study desk

Study sewing box

Super-premium nigirizushi

Surfboard

Surichwi tteok

Table lamp

Table with cloth

Tabletop record player

Tangled cords

Tape deck

Tapestry

Tea set

Thank-you Mom mug

Throwback container

Throwback dino screen

Throwback gothic mirror

Throwback hat table

Throwback rocket

Throwback skull radio

Tin bucket

Tin robot

Tissue box

Titan arum

Tool shelf

Toolbox

Torii

Toy box

Traditional tea set

Train set

Transit seat

Tricycle

Typewriter

Upright speaker

Utility sink

Vacuum cleaner

Velvet stool

Vertical banner

Wall-mounted candle

Wall-mounted LED display

Wall-mounted phone

Wall-mounted TV (50 in.)

Water cooler

Weight bench

Winnowing machine

Wood-burning stove

Wooden pendant light

World map

Yucca

Yule log

[creativeboxesblog]

Light up Your Brand: The Ultimate Guide to Custom Round Candle Boxes

This guide delves into the world of custom round candle boxes, exploring the benefits they offer, the different materials and design options available, and how to choose the perfect box for your brand.

For more details on candle boxes visit us: https://community.wongcw.com/blogs/735490/Light-up-Your-Brand-The-Ultimate-Guide-to-Custom-Round

[oflgtfol]

i feel like, intuitively, you’d assume that Stocking Shelves is a lot more monotonous than Cashiering On Register but frankly its the other way around for me. like my shifts where i just do truck are always unpredictable but in a good way, like no truck is ever the same, so week by week even though im almost always assigned the same area, i’m never stocking the exact same items. and we always have a ton of overstock so trying to sort out where to put it is, well quite frankly fucking annoying for many reasons, but its like a puzzle. and theres always the sense of accomplishment of finally completing everything, uboat empty and no more boxes on the ground, etc. but cashiering is just the same god damn shit. in between customers sweep the floor, wipe down the counters, organize the aisles immediately nearby the queue line. and when a customer comes its always the same interaction. hi how are you today. im good thank you. scan items in silence unless customer engages in small talk about the weather or whatever theyre buying. im sorry the sale is for fall items only, this is a year round item, if it were fall then it’d be labeled that. you can find the coupon on our website. its not loading? well we do have free customer wifi if that might help. its still not loading? ah it might take a minute. stand there in silence as their phone doesnt load. it finally loads and i scan it. oh the other coupon? thats not a coupon thats just saying this specific collection of items are 40% off. you didnt buy anything in that collection so i cant give you 40% off. im sorry about that. and whats your email? you dont want to give it? thats fine no worries! (yes worries.) Your total is $7.67. card. press green for credit. heres your receipt. have a nice day. and then i go back to sweeping the floor or whatever. over and over again for four hours. the only element of unpredictably is an unwelcome one because the only possible change of routine comes from some customer bitching about coupons or sales or whatever the fuck. like im so sorry that you dont know how to fucking read but the sale says fall candles these are literally just normal plain candles. the spring items are on clearance and theyre marked by a green label that says SPRING in all caps i cant give you a year-round flower stem for clearance price when it isnt a spring item because SPRING items are very clearly marked differently. ma’am do you know how to READ

[bestmooncakelotus]

Moon Cake Festivity Merriment in Malaysia

The moon, long a thing to intrigue and adore, has persuaded various stories in old China. While on board a boat, Tang Custom essayist Li Po was acknowledged to have endeavored to embrace the impression of the moon while he was failed. He fell past the brink and choked. In quite a while in the past, people saw a round shape as family gathering; as such the presence of a full moon was seen as a favorable time for family members to get together. At no other season is the moon most splendid and fullest on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. In 2009, that good day falls on October 3, 2009, which is generally called the Mid-reap time Festivity. Light processions and the eating of mooncakes are elements of the celebrations.

In Malaysia, which has a Chinese people, the Mooncake Festivity is similarly celebrated on a sufficiently phenomenal scale with petitions and get-together dinners. Unique raised regions are set up in the external under the night sparkle, and commitments of pomegranates, pomelos, steamed wipe cake, water-calthrops, more modest than common yams and mooncakes are laid. The moon is adored, and there is gobbling up, moon looking and, in current families, praising and drinking. Kids convey lights and on occasion challenges are held. According to additional carefully prepared ages, on this day, the no of not featuring the moon should be seen, on the off chance that a moon pixie will eliminate one's ears! More here best mooncake lotus

In Kuala Lumpur, the Thean Hou Kung Safe-haven on Jalan Syed Putra holds a marvelous celebration consistently, while relative blissful making is held in Penang in either the Chinese Get-together Entryway or the Kek Lok See Asylum. Facilitators of such celebrations are the Chinese associations, affiliations and safe-haven lawful directors.

Weeks before the festival, mooncakes and lights are set accessible to be bought. In the Chinese locales of various metropolitan networks, especially Kuala Lumpur, Georgetown, Malacca and Ipoh, red boxes stacked with mooncakes are piled high on the business counters of diners, and lights seeming to be animals, blooms, butterflies and liveliness characters balance in bunches from toy stores and incense shops. Concerning the times, a piece of the lights are worked by battery anyway those lit by candles are at this point notable. Mooncakes are bought for petition and use as well as to be given to colleagues and relatives.

Shaped like the external layer of a mooncakes arrive in a couple of standard groupings. They can be stacked up with dim bean stick, caramel lotus-stick, yellow-bean paste and lotus-seed mixed in with further developed stick. Regularly, a shielded duck-egg trouble is added to the stuffing. These mooncakes are of the Cantonese version, and besides, there are similarly less notable Hokkien-style mooncakes that show up in a long cylinder molded roll and Teochew mooncakes stacked up with yam. In Malaysia, halal mooncakes are in like manner available. To deal with the rising complex taste buds of Malaysians, progressions in mooncakes consolidate frozen yogurt mooncakes, pandanus moncakes, green tea mooncakes and durian mooncakes.

The starting points of the Mooncake Festivity have been lost in the hazes of time at this point there are two legends related with it. The chief worries its work in the loss of the Yuan Line (Advancement 960-1280) that was spread out by the Mongols in obsolete China. Under the serious rule of the Mongols, parties of a social occasion were precluded, and it was pronounced that each family be allowed to guarantee simply a solitary kitchen sharp edge, which was binded to a slicing block. It was unfathomable to Assemble any uprisings. Liu Fu Tong, a progressive head of Anhui region, referenced assent from the District Official to spread cakes to incline toward the life expectancy of the Mongolian ruler. The District Official agreed, and Liu made a large number round cakes which he called mooncakes. Each cake contained a piece of paper showing the plan of an attack. He encouraged the recipients to eat the mooncakes on the fifteenth day of he eighth lunar moon. At that moment, when people cut the mooncakes, they had the choice to work with a rebellion on a local scale. Another extreme trailblazer, Chu Hung Wu, acquired by the disturbance to expel the Mongol ruler, and spread out the Ming Line in Advancement 1368).

[twolegsnowings]

Garden Cafe

looong image description below haha:

A detailed portrait ink drawing with small digital colour details. A fairy with downward-pointing wispy wings, pointed ears, dark skin and long afro hair swept upwards sits at a table holding a cup of tea and gazing intently ahead towards the right of the image. Small flowers sit within their hair and another one hangs from a necklace, all glowing a violet colour. They have fishnet tights and laced mid-arm gloves. They wear a dark top with puffed sleeves and a long skirt adorned with leaves at the hem. On the round table at which the fairy sits, there is a teapot styled with leaf and petal pottery features next to a small vase of two daisies. A tea strainer sits on a Lilypad-style coaster next to a teaspoon and saucer. Beside this table is another round table, this one with a similar leaf-style décor at its base and an empty stool at the side. A menu, a glass full of cutlery and a napkin have been placed on the table’s glass surface awaiting a customer. Behind, there is another empty chair and a square wooden table, at which a book and candle have been left. Beside it, a stone pillar encircled by twisting vines extends from the ground into the top of the image. A wooden crate of cutlery is set up on the floor nearby. The ground floor is completely tiled over with diamond shapes of various sizes. A large fern plant in a flowerpot; roots branching out onto the floor, is positioned beside an ornate staircase leading up to a platform level. There are more vines on the railings of the staircase and the edge of the platform. A set of bookshelves houses several hardcovers in the space below the staircase. Between the books, there are also boxes of tea; a pink-purple glowing glass orb; glass jars of various sizes, and a dragon ornament. Below the right of the platform floor is an arched doorway into a similar dining area with another fern plant. Most of the platform level itself is concealed by the pillar and the stone swirls of its capital, and the accompanying support beams branching out to the ceiling. However, a lit chandelier and some of a display cabinet can be seen. The centrepiece of the platform level is the arched window looking onto a walled garden and other vegetation outside. A mirror and a couple of small hanging succulent plants decorate the wall to the left of the window.  

[adamgant]

2024 Mothers Day Gift Guide

2024 Mother’s Day Gift Guide https://ift.tt/HpRDExC Sharing some gift ideas for all of the ladies in your life! Moms, grandmas, nanas, friends, mom figures, new moms, whoever you want to shower with something special this Mother’s Day. I also wanted to recognize here that I know Mother’s Day can be hard and sad for various reasons; please know I’m holding you in my heart.  Hi friends! How was the weekend? I hope you had a wonderful one. Liv had a dance competition, so we enjoyed a trip to Phoenix with swimming and dinners out in between all of the dancing. The Pilot stayed here with P to take her to practice and basketball game. We’re officially at the “divide and conquer” stage of parenting. For today’s post, I wanted to share some Mother’s Day gift ideas. I’m not requesting a lot gift-wise this year – my ideal gift looks like tickets for a show or a vacation! – but am absolutely looking forward to celebrating all of the women in our family we love so much. I thought I’d share some ideas if you’re shopping, and I’d love to hear your gift guide picks, too! Flowers and plants: Venus et fluer flowers. I get ad-targeted for these on Facebook ALL THE TIME and they’re SO GORGEOUS. The roses last an entire year! Heart shaped succulent planter. Love succulents, and since they’re so hardy, it doesn’t matter so much if you have a black thumb. These pop-up cards are so pretty and unique! This customizable concrete planter with a little air plant. I got these for my mom and nana last year and love the way they turned out. The quality is incredible, too!   Personalized + jewelry: Handwriting bracelet. This one is designed based on your own handwriting. Hand painted earrings. These Maya Brenner necklaces are SO gorgeous. (Ok, I do want this.) Stackable name rings. I have some initial rings for Liv and P, and they’re my favorite jewelry. It’s such a dainty and sweet gift idea. Baby bird necklace. Initial pendant necklace.  “Mama” script ring. This gorgeous mothers and daughters print. A stretch bracelet with a boost of motivation. Clothes + beauty: The best “everything” dress. Dress it up or down; it’s perfection. Classic Tory Burch tote. The color is a surprising neutral. This is another great tote that can double as a diaper bag or beach bag. These pajamas or these pajamas. My two faves ever. Mama bracelet. Fruit babies bestsellers. Low-top classic white sneakers.  Classic Birks. These pearl hoops. I have a similar pair and they give a little big of a statement while remaining classic. A gorgeous CZ tennis bracelet. ANYTHING from Vuori! I’m obsessed with their performance joggers and jumpsuits. They have a full Mother’s Day gift guide here if you need more ideas! A comfy and luxe robe. I have a very similar one and it’s a lighter fabric for spring/summer. Pure silk pillowcase. Miller sandals with a little extra support. Love it! The best sleep mask. This is a staple in my life (I even travel with it), and I sleep better and more soundly when I use it. A Drybar blow-dryer brush. Ergonomic eye mask. Home + entertaining: A round marble cheese board. The CUTEST Le Creuset dish. A gorgeous floral pitcher. The best humidifier for dry summer months. (use code FITNESSISTA) A gift box from my fave spot for local goodies: Creative Kind! They make the most beautiful custom boxes. The softest and coziest blanket.  These cozy Mama Bear slippers. A self-heating mug.  Under $30: A peony candle! A cheeky dishtowel. “I like big bundts” is my #1. Motherhood is a walk in the park. Jurassic Park. A customized dog oven mitt. For the fitness-loving mamas: A new yoga mat (