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when you walk away | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader

summary: lando is having trouble dealing with breaking up with you and you moving on

fc: olivia rodrigo

warnings: a little angst, messed up timeline

a/n: formula 1 is back! and so are my fics about the race winner 🥳

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landonorris two years together with the loveliest and most talented girl in the world. my heart still beats faster every time you’re around ❤️

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username cutest couple in the grid 🥰

username is it too soon to say that i want them to get married?

username two years !!! it feels like she just released the first song about him yesterday!

username two years since i was introduced to f1 thanks to y/n 💗

username happy anniversaryyyy

oscarpiastri congrats 👍🏽

username so cute 💓

username y/n girl at least acknowledge this 😭

username not even a thank you 😭😭

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yourusername small break between shows 🌤🌪

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username she ate i fear

username posting a thirst trap so we ignore her attitude towards lando’s post is workinggg

username more like the lack of acknowledgment

username need that shirt

gracieabrams marry me like yesterday

oliviarodrigo omw 🏃🏽‍♀️

username sooo it girl

username ohhh so that why she didn’t even post anything about the anniversary got it

username just because she didn’t post anything on social media doesn’t mean she doesn’t care you guys take everything out of proportion 😭

landonorris prettiest girl on the beach ❤️

username bro 😭

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landonorris hot summer with cool people

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username summer lando content you we’re missed!

username that first pic … i’m going feral

username see guys they’re together everything is fine 🙄

username did they tell you that personally or ???

username he literally posted two pictures of them together what more do you want

maxfewtrell 😎

username have to love this genre of pictures from lando

username no but he posts her and everything and she doesn’t even like the post

username she also posted pictures from the same vacation just on her own

username leave her alone ffs

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landonorris special helmet for hungary 🇭🇺 (sorry for last year, hopefully this makes it up 😁)

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username that is so sweet of him 😭

username this might be the prettiest helmet of the season

username so excited for hungary!

username and the girlfriend … nowhere to be seen

username maybe she’ll go for the race 🤷🏽‍♀️

username doubt it

username “hungary will be great” we all say in unison

username manifesting for him 🕯🕯🕯

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yourusername rehearsing rehearsing one two three 🎤

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username a face people would go to war for

username so excited for the tour again 🤩

username obsessed with all the outfits

lilyzneimer so happy!

yourusername 🥰🥰🥰

username i love that she’s going on tour again but i’m gonna miss seeing her at the gp’s 😔

username she hasn’t been to a grand prix in a while anyway 😩

username STILLLL

sabrinacarpenter can’t wait 💞

yourusername ahhhh ❤️

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f1gossip recent pictures of lando norris partying in hungary, belgium and monaco

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username how is he still alive

username he’s been partying kind of a lot no? every weekend at least

f1gossip 🤷🏽‍♀️

username my take is that him and y/n broke up and this is his way of coping

username honestly … makes sense

username dj lando is back!

username good luck y/n 👍🏽

username he lowkey had a glow up 👀

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yourusername happy to be back on the road 🎸 kentucky you were too much ✨✨✨

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username ahhhh best night ever

username talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

username thinking about this night till my last day

username y/n y/l/n the absolute icon that you are

username no lando like or comment ohhh is it crazy to say they broke up?

username please don’t put this into the universe i can’t take it

username im living for this y/n era

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f1gossip lando norris recently seen kissing a bunch of different women in monaco

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username 💔💔💔

username oh he really is heartbroken

username I VOLUNTEER

username why do they all lowkey look like y/n 👀

username OMG YES i thought i was the only one who saw it

username bro has a type

username so like what places in monaco ??? asking for a friend

username fuckboy lando was never a conspiracy theory 😔

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landonorrisupdates lando showed his new cat on stream tonight! it’s a girl and her name is y/n/n 🐱

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username BROTHER 😭😭😭

username there no way he actually named his cat the nickname he used to call y/n

username he is NOT over the break up

username my guy it’s been seven months let it goooo

username ignoring her name … that’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen 🥰

username YES she really is adorable 💗

username not to be dramatic but i would die for y/n/n

username no i get it lando if my ex was y/n y/l/n i would also be obsessed

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yourusername we play tennis here 🎾

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username OMG I KNEW IT

username she’s dating carlos alcaraz ??? that’s so random 😭

username i’m kinda obsessed with this couple 🤭

username no more vroom vroom i guess 😔

username it’s been almost a YEAR of no vroom vroom please let it go

username someone check on lando!

username oh no! another celebrity couple i’m gonna be completely in love with!

landonorris we have to play doubles soon 😁 maxverstappen1

carlitosalcarazz i’m in 😉

yourusername i’m not on that level yet 😭

landonorris don’t worry, max sucks too

maxverstappen1 hey!

[flwrkisses]

tiktoks enhypen would make with you.

happy 3 years of enha!!! to celebrate here's my first ot7 enha headcannon !! i hope you guys enjoyyyy.

genre: fluff. established relationship.

warning: links to tiktok. i do not know anyone in the videos below. not proof read.

LEE HEESEUNG ‧₊˚❀༉‧

he's not one to outwardly ask to make tiktoks with you, or be really on top of current trends. however, you thought it would be funny to record his reaction to you playing the "water" song associated with the tiktok trend to see if he would look over. it was something most people were doing with their boyfriends and it looked funny. heeseung was well aware of the "water" trend and even did the dance for you one night to make you laugh. however, he did not know people were testing their boyfriends to see if they would look over in attempt to see a girl doing the sensual dance on the screen. so when you take the video you both can't help but laugh uncontrollably. watching him playfully sulk in the corner was also an added plus.

PARK JONGSEONG ‧₊˚❀༉‧

a lot like heeseung, jay is aware of tiktok and maybe some trends however he had never need the lipstick trend you had been dying to do with him. so when you show him the tiktok he can't help but smile a little at the fact that you wanted to do it with him. as you placed the kisses all over his face he giggled and looked in the mirror. it was safe to say that jay had never been covered in lipstick like this before so it made him extremely giggly. even made him want to snap a selfie once you had planted each kiss and made sure the lipstick stain was visible on his tanned skin. you'd have to film the video multiple times because he'd get a little too distracted while looking at you. theres no hiding the love in his eyes for you... fr.

SIM JAEYUN ‧₊˚❀༉‧

he was the one who saw this trend on his fyp and showed you the videos. he thought it was the cutest thing and literally begged you to film it with him. after a couple days on convincing you said yes. so on your way to your dinner date, jake props up his phone on a street lamp and with out rehearsing much filmed the interaction with you. what you didn't expect was for him to lean in and kiss you so passionately and aggressively as he did. in between kisses all you can hear were his happy giggles because he knew he took you off guard in the best way possible. so that one and only take was the one he used to upload, and man he was reaaaaaal proud about it.

PARK SUNGHOON ‧₊˚❀༉‧

you've been dying to post something cute with your boyfriend on social media, however sunghoon is so anti pda and couples content it took him a little bit on convincing. luckily, when you showed him this trend he realized he hardly had to be in the video and the focus was on you, which in his shy nature he really enjoyed. so when you guys went outside to film it, he didn't think about his speed or force. grabbing you to his chest a little too roughly made the both of you burst out into laughter uncontrollably. he obviously apologized for almost snapping you in half in between his sweet smile and chuckles. and when you both looked back at the video, sunghoon begged you to post it because he just thought the end result was way too funny not to put out there.

KIM SEONWOO ‧₊˚❀༉‧

sunoo loves scrolling through tiktok, he's on all the trends and knows all about the "sassy man apocalypse". and is very proud to say he is in fact part of it. he always talks about how you're so lucky to have such a soft, sensitive, and sassy boyfriend to keep it real with you all the time. however, he never thought you would make a tiktok like this and post it. he honestly had no idea why you were filming him while he played on his phone, and of course gave you the hardest side eye on earth. but, later you show hin the video you made and it made him laugh. he knew he had to watch his facial expressions moving forward because his face said it all in that video. yes you have a sassy man but you wouldn't have it any other way!

YANG JUNGWON ‧₊˚❀༉‧

being honest, jungwon has always let you know how much he hates cringy couple tiktok trends and tends to make fun of them. so one day when you're out in the park he sees another couple doing a rather sweet looking trend and it makes him want to immediately make fun of it. so when he gives you the idea of spinning and then running at you at full speed you laugh and agree. while filming you couldn't help but notice his bright dimpled smile coming at you at as he ran towards you. you fought the urge of stopping him in his tracks and kissing his excessively cute face and ran away as instructed. watching the video back, the both of you couldn't help but laugh. it ended up being much cuter than intended but, you guys were always an unintentionally cute couple.

NISHIMURA RIKI ‧₊˚❀༉‧

riki is the definition of your hype man. if you do something he stands and watches happily all the time and usually hypes you up while doing it. so when you pull out your phone and prop it up while on a walk home after dinner, he couldn't help but watch you dance to your little tiktok song. if he's being honest, he's not a tiktok type guy and a little like jungwon finds couple tiktok trends kinda cringy and honestly most tiktok trends cringe in general. he's always in his head about looking cool... but, when you encorage him to dance a little he gets kinda into it making it fun for both of you. looking back at the video he thinks it's funny and actually kinda cute. but he never expected you to post it. it was just a video of the two of you messing around like young people do, deep down however he's actually kinda happy you're showing him off... even if it is on tiktok.

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MATILDA!Y/N X THE GRAMMYS PLSSSSS

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry x matilda!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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pagesix Couple Harry Styles and Y/N L/N both attend the gym together today in Los Angeles, ahead of the Grammys!

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harryfan8 PARENTS

harryfan5 i hope y/n is going to the grammys with harry 😭

harryfan10 I WILL GO BATSHIT INSANE

harryfan7 they are each other’s gym buddies…crying

harryfan4 someone kill me

harryfan9 i literally love them together 😩

harryfan12 harry better get a grammy for the album he dedicated to y/n…that’s all i have to say

harryfan15 that man deserves it!

harryfan17 my babies

yourinstagram via stories

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harryupdate HARRY AND KID HARPOON AT THE GRAMMYS!

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harryfan27 omg

harryfan22 it’s the ass grab for me 🤚

harryfan29 I AM ON MY DEATHBED CURRENTLY

harryfan25 forever a styles stan

harryfan21 i can’t do this

harryfan23 don’t call me, don’t come by my house. we’re done.

harryfan26 our little clown 🥰

harryfan28 i’m not breathing

harryfan30 HELLO?? DID ANYONE SEE Y/N’S INSTAGRAM STORIES??

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stylesdaily Y/N ARRIVING AT THE GRAMMYS!

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harryfan32 i had a feeling she would go 🧎‍♀️

harryfan39 SHE CAME WHEN WE NEEDED HIM THE MOST

harryfan34 this is going to kill me

harryfan31 someone wake me up when this is all over

harryfan36 y/n came to slay!!!

harryfan38 she’s going to be sitting at the tables with harry…i bet you

harryfan40 honestly i’m manifesting that 🙏

harryfan33 YES YES YES

harryfan42 y/n is who i want to be

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hsnews Harry accepting his award for Best Pop Vocal Album at the 65th Grammys!

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harryfan49 I’M SOBBING

harryfan43 this is his second grammy!!!!!

harryfan45 WHEN HE GOT UP AND HUGGED Y/N FIRST…

harryfan48 harry loves her so much 😭

harryfan50 this is the most deserving thing ever

harryfan46 AND WE CHEER

harryfan52 HARRIES ARE CURRENTLY CHOKING ON THEIR TEARS

harryfan55 never recovering

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harryflorals HARRY VIA Y/N’S INSTAGRAM STORIES!

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harryfan59 so you’re telling me she got to see harry rehearse 💔

harryfan53 HE’S PERFORMING NEXT

harryfan57 she really is living the life huh

harryfan60 GOD HAS HIS FAVORITES AND Y/N IS ONE OF THEM

harryfan54 i want what she has

harryfan62 y/n…keep on posting grammy content…we need this 🧎‍♀️

harryfan65 crying and throwing up

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updatingharry HARRY PREFORMED AS IT WAS TONIGHT AT THE GRAMMYS!

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harryfan64 people died

harryfan66 CALL AN AMBULANCE. CALL AN AMBULANCE.

harryfan68 why does he look so good 🧎‍♀️

harryfan70 harry also did the as it was choreography too!!!

harryfan67 i’m on the floor

harryfan69 i should’ve been in that crowd 🤚

harryfan71 Y/N GOT TO WATCH THIS

harryfan78 harry = beautiful

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yourinstagram don’t leave your phone unattended at the grammys!!! - harry & lizzo 💋 #hacked

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harryfan73 I’M SCREAMING

harryfan75 i am officially jealous of y/n 😭

harrystyles #Hackedddd.

jefezoff just wait until she sees this

harryfan79 THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE THEIR FRIENDS SO BAD

harry_lambert YES! I LOVE THIS

harryfan72 this is the best instagram post ever

yourinstagram WJAT

yourinstagram omg.

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dailyhs HARRY HAS WON ALBUM OF THE YEAR AT THE 2023 GRAMMYS!

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harryfan85 HE DID IT

harryfan89 this is how men feel when their superbowl team wins

harryfan82 PLEASEEE 🤭

harryfan84 i can officially die happy

harryfan87 HARRIES VOODOO

harryfan81 he looked so shocked omg

harryfan88 HARRY THANKED Y/N IN HIS SPEECH…I CANNOT DO THIS

harryfan86 that man is so on love with her 💔

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harryupdate HARRY AND Y/N LEAVING SONY’S GRAMMY AFTER PARTY TONIGHT!

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harryfan92 i love them so much 😭

harryfan94 I’M CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP

harryfan98 they are so special to me

harryfan91 y/n and harry are so happy together…i’m sobbing

harryfan95 SHITTING, CRYING, THROWING UP

harryfan93 closing the app for the night.

harryfan97 harry was celebrating his wins with his girlfriend 🧎‍♀️

harryfan99 this is so cute

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yourinstagram yesterday was truly a dream

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harryfan102 “we” as in her and harry 🥹

harryfan104 THE GRAMMY ON HARRY’S SHOE

harrystyles Without you I wouldn’t have these awards, thank you darling. I love you!

yourinstagram i love you so damn much ❤️❤️❤️

harryfan108 it’s so hard not to love y/n and harry

pillowpersonpp i adore youuuu!!!!

harryfan103 y/n constantly stays winning

lizzobeeating ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS EVER

harryfan105 harry’s comment…i love boyfriendrry

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harrystyles Grammys, February 2023.

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harryfan116 Y/N WINS. THAT’S IT.

harryfan112 pretending like i didn’t see this, good night folks

yourinstagram i love you my grammy winner!

harrystyles Couldn’t feel anymore special.

harryfan110 where can i find myself a harry 🤨

kidharpoon so happy for you

harryfan119 the two different moods these photos have are sending me 😭

harry_lambert the musician and the muse!

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[dawn-moths]

Hi I love your blog i was wodering if you could do number 15 with Undertaker,thank you in advance💓🥰

hi! i recognize your url haha, i’d love to do number 15 with undertaker for you 💕

prompt: watching their oblivious s/o lovingly

character: undertaker (kuroshitsuji)

words: 1900+

content warning: reader’s family was killed in an accident and has some survivors guilt, i put a little more “plot” in this than i originally intended so i hope you don’t mind lol, sorry if this is sad.

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The funeral home is bathed in shimmering, golden light as wisps of sunset stream in through the latticed windows, sun dust dancing in the beams that cast a buttery veil over the surface of shiny caskets strewn about the floor and catching in the bright glint of the glass bottles and jars lined up along the shelves.

A few of the candles are already lit, tiny flames flickering as they hover on the end of charred wicks, rivulets of thick wax making their slow descent towards the silver basins they’re perched in below.

You’ve come to love this place— a place that, at one point in time, had filled you with dread, reminded you of your own fragile mortality— as it now brought you peace.

Maybe it was because you’d become so acquainted with death yourself, had felt its lips ghost over yours with a near-fatal kiss when you’d been on the verge of leaving the living world.

You’d been the lucky one, they’d all told you, because you’d survived.

However, the rest of your family— both your parents and your two other siblings— hadn’t been as fortunate when the carriage had crashed over the cliff side, tumbling down the steep hill into the sea of pine below.

You still wondered why you’d survived while they’d all been claimed by whatever was waiting on the other side of life, but at least there had been one saving grace through all that hell.

Because, if you hadn’t had reason to seek out mortuary services all on your own, you would’ve never met him.

“Undertaker” was the only name he’d given you, still refused to tell you anything other than that title whenever you tried to press him, so, even though his insisted mystery at something as simple as a name sometimes irked you, you’d more or less accepted it.

In the beginning, you’d been wary of him, unable to look him in the face and carful to keep your distance.

But as time went on, as you grieved, as you recovered, and, at last, once your family was put to rest six feet under the ground, you’d found you’d warmed up to him.

Because it hadn’t just been the singular occasion of seeking out his business’s services that had pulled you into his orbit, or the inevitable return after the funeral to pay him what was due and thank him for all his hard work and consideration.

Undertaker had seen your pain plain as day from the very second you stepped through those doors and into his grim domain. He’d seen the fear and the loneliness and the mourning. The guilt and regret one often wears when they can’t help but think, if only I hadn’t made this one decision on that particular day, everything would’ve turned out differently.

So he’d comforted you. He’d helped you feel not so alone and, unlike the other more familiar faces that seemed to pop up to surround you at every turn, offering rehearsed condolences that were so sickly sweet they bordered on condescending, bringing an endless array of casseroles and roasts and all kinds of other deep-dished dinners that most nights had just ended up in the trash because you could barely bring yourself to eat in those first few months after your loss…

Unlike all the others who said what they thought you wanted to hear, did what they thought would help you instead of asking what it was you actually needed, Undertaker had treated you like he understood perfectly right from the start.

You figured he knew the intricate, silent language of death and mourning better than anyone, given that his day to day for who knew how many decades had revolved around it. But you’d expected him to be emotionally uninvested and purely professional when you’d first prepared to speak with a funeral director. So it very much caught you off guard when he’d been the complete opposite.

He’d treated you with compassion, patience, and, above all else, respect. He didn’t pity you, and gave no coddling words about how your deceased family was “in a better place now” or calculated coos making promises that you could ask him for “anything you might need, at any time” like the others who’d learned of your loss when you knew they had their own busy lives to jump right back into once they’d filed out of the funeral and the babbling brook of black clothes and tear-streaked cheeks had dispersed.

It made you wonder who he’d lost in his life, though you were never brave enough to ask.

So you’d found yourself returning to him, drawn back into his somber chamber of half-constructed coffins and gleaming silver instruments strewn about. You’d accepted his invitation to stay for tea and biscuits and felt grateful when he just let you talk about what had happened and how you felt, not feeling the need to interject or give you advice on the proper way to grieve.

Undertaker had sat across from you, secretly studying the distinct features of your face and your innate little mannerisms from behind his curtain of silver fringe, the scar cutting across his face just barely peeking through, and listened.

It was less than any of your other friends or family would’ve considered they’d done for you, but that simple gesture meant more than anything back then.

So when he’d offered you a position as his assistant, promising fair wages and adequate training, though you felt some apprehension at such a serious and, as you could imagine, having been on the other side of it, sorrowful task, you’d ultimately agreed without much hesitation.

Because there was something about being around him that had helped— was still helping— to heal you.

It certainly helped that, the more you two had gotten to know each other, the more comfortable he’d gotten about cracking jokes or making humorous little comments here or there.

Undertaker had a strange sense of humor, a dark one for sure, but as time went on you found that so did you.

You’d since lost count of how many times you’d both ended up laughing so hard you were practically wheezing, arms wrapped around your middle as you clutched the stitch in your side, entire body shaking with the kind of carefree joy that only comes from a good, hearty, unexpected laugh.

“Laughter is the best medicine,” he’d once told you, after you’d suddenly burst into tears after enjoying such a jovial moment, reminded how you’d never get to laugh like that with your family ever again. “Even in the darkest of times, just allowing yourself to experience small joys can help cure what ails you, even if only for a moment.”

You remembered his words often, whenever you were missing your lost loved ones. Undertaker had taught you to laugh more often even if for the sole purpose that they couldn’t anymore, and sometimes that fact alone was enough for you to at least smile.

“Because life is for the living,” he’d also taught you. “You must experience the things that they won’t get to and know that they would’ve wanted you to have a full life.”

So now, as you finished cleaning up and organizing everything in the shop for the day, humming a melancholy little tune quietly to yourself as you moved about, Undertaker leaned in the doorway and silently watched you, his silhouette a tall, billowy shadow as his dark robes draped over his svelte form.

His brilliant chartreuse eyes broke through the cracks in that curtain of silver meant to hide them, and he couldn’t help but grin to himself as he thought how lucky he was— after so many years of solitude— to finally have someone who brought real joy to his life.

Even sweeping the concrete floors, the dusty skirts of your dress swaying about your feet in rhythmic, graceful motions, Undertaker found you beautiful, his delicate, earnest little human.

You were careful around the one coffin he’d strictly told you never to open or disturb, doing a half-turned dance to maneuver the currently cramped space with all that littered the floor, but to Undertaker, you appeared as elegant as if you were the belle of a ball, slowly waltzing about the macabre dancehall.

He’d found new purpose in the life-after-his-afterlife in having you learn from him, in teaching you his trade, witnessing you succeed and fail and succeed again.

You were going to make one hell of an undertaker yourself one day, if and when his jig was finally up and he had to flee this place tucked into the darkest, dingiest corner of London.

Sometimes he thought you didn’t belong here only for the fact that, as he’d half flirted, half joked to you on your very first encounter, “Someone so pretty doesn’t belong somewhere so grim.”

Still though, he was glad you’d chosen to stay on your own accord. Glad that you had a reason to return to him every day, allowing him to bask in your presence, the only ray of light amidst his world of shadows and decay.

When you finally turned and looked over, you jolted a bit as Undertaker’s unexpected appearance startled you, and after letting out a gentle yelp and clutching your heart you found yourself smiling at him.

“What are you still doing here?” you asked, abandoning your broom as you migrated closer to where he leaned in the doorway. “I thought you went home already. I told you I’d close up.”

Humming out a lilting, fleeting note, Undertaker carefully reached a pale, slender hand over to brush some stray, flyaway strands of hair that had come loose from your braid throughout the day back behind your ear, delighting in the fact that you still blushed a little at the gesture even after he’d done it so many times by now.

“I got caught up with something in the back,” he informed you, his voice low and tender, nearly a murmur in the stillness of the room. “I thought I’d stay and walk you home. Make sure you got back safely.”

Undertaker was usually at the shop until long after sundown, sometimes so late you swore he must sleep here sometimes, only resting for a couple of hours before morning peeked above the horizon and tolled the bell on a new day, more work always to be done. (The phrase “you can rest when you’re dead” had taken on a slightly different, more morbid meaning now). In fact, you knew he’d often pull all-nighters, though if he had any bags under his eyes to tell of it you didn’t know. That part of him was still mostly a mystery to you, other than the few times you’d caught accidental glances of such iridescent emerald while you two were working in close proximity.

He’d offered to walk you home a few times before, but you’d usually refused, assuring him it wasn’t far and you could always call for a carriage along the way if you wished. He never pressed you or insisted too much, but tonight, perhaps it was because you were catching a glimpse of those unearthly eyes of his again, reading what you could swear was complete devotion in them, you accepted his invitation to escort you back.

The walk was mostly silent, though you took it more for the fact that the two of you had been working tirelessly these past few days than anything else. However, Undertaker used the window of comfortable quiet as yet another opportunity to gaze upon you.

Oh, how he’d miss you terribly when he finally had to go, and it hurt him even more so to know there was a possibility it would be without warning if he was found out before he could catch onto it.

But he’d spent too much time running from the past and trying to predict the future. All he really needed right now was to allow himself to enjoy the present he shared with you.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Will You Be My Valentine? (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: you know Jack is always going to show out for his wife 🥰

Synopsis: Jack has asked you to be his valentine every year since the two of you became a couple so you feel some type of way when February 14th, 2023 is getting closer and he hasn't

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader, Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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February 9th, 2013

“Jack, you haven’t asked her, yet?!?” Urban exclaimed while looking over at him in disbelief.

Valentine’s Day was literally in less than a week and Jack hadn’t asked you yet. Instead, he was trying to think of a creative way to ask you and he didn’t have any ideas so far.

“I’m working on it!”

“She’s your girlfriend! What is there to work on?! She’s already dating your dumbass so it’s not like she’s going to say no!”

“Shut the hell up. It’s our first one so I want it to be special. Are you going to help me or not?”

“With WHAT?! Y/N, will you be my valentine?! There, SIMPLE!”

“You can be such an ass sometimes.”

“And you can be annoying as hell when it comes to all that lovey dovey shit with your girl. You always try to go out of your way to impress her and shit when in reality, she loves anything your goofy ass does.”

Just then you walked up to both of them as they were sitting on the bleachers outside during lunch and you were all smiles.

“OH, Y/N!!!! Jack has something he wants to ask you!”

“URBAN!”

“Sure, what is it babe?” You asked while sitting next to him and all Urban was doing was smiling.

“I….”

“Come on Jack, we rehearsed this just before she walked over here.” Urban said while nudging him.

“Will you quit it, Urb?!”

“I’m trying to help you!”

“Okay, what are you two dumbasses going on and on about? And babe, why are you turning red?”

“I’ll leave you two to it since Jack is probably intimidated by my presence. Just so you know Y/N, I would have asked you already. Anyway, I’m out.”

“Asked me what?!”

“Ask your boyfriend!” Urban yelled over his shoulder before going back inside the school.

You noticed Jack was now more interested in his shoes and you took the opportunity to raise his head with your hand so he could look at you.

“Smush, what is going on? You’re making me nervous.”

“Well you always make me nervous. That’s nothing new.” Jack answered while pushing his glasses back up on his face.

“Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to pull it out of Urban?”

All Jack did was sigh before unzipping his backpack and reaching into it and pulling out a red and white build-a-bear.

“Is that for me?!”

“I’ve been carrying it around for two weeks trying to think of a creative way to ask you to be my valentine and I still haven’t come up with anything. Soooooo, Y/N, will you be my valentine?”

“I would be your valentine forever if it was left up to me, so yes, obviously.” You answered while throwing your arms around him and he eagerly hugged you back. 

“I like that idea. Oh, press her left hand.”

You did as Jack instructed you to do and soon you started to hear one of your favorite songs by Tamia, “Into You.” which you and Jack decided was “your song” for your relationship.

The song always seemed to be playing when you two were around each other so it definitely wasn’t a coincidence. 

“If this happens every year, I could definitely get used to it.”

Just then you heard commotion behind you and turned around to see Urban, Quiiso, Shloob, and Ace with Urban holding his phone up to record Jack asking you. 

“OW! DAMN IT URB! THAT WAS MY FOOT!”

“I TOLD YOUR ASS TO GET OUT THE WAY SO I COULD GET THE PERFECT ANGLE OF BOTH OF THEM!”

“So much for being discreet.”

“What the hell are you four doing?!” Jack exclaimed while looking down at them.

“We had to document you asking Y/N to be your valentine! This is the first one with you two as a couple after all.”

“And here I thought Jack was a simp, it’s Urban.”

“I’m a good best friend that’s what it is unlike yall dumbasses!”

“Well, I thought the gesture was cute, Urban.” You said while laughing and holding your bear tighter.

“Oh, and that was my idea to add the song.”

“HEY!”

“What?! Give me my credit where credit is due.”

“I love it anyway, thank you boo.” You said as you kissed Jack’s cheek and he immediately turned red.

“Yall are actually sickening and I love it at the same time.” Shloob said while opening his bag of chips.

“They’re getting married, I’m calling this shit.”

Present Day

It was less than 48 hours until Valentine’s Day and you were currently mean mugging your husband and he couldn’t figure out what you had such an attitude for. He was trying to tread lightly just in case the issue had to do with him.

“Baby, why do you keep looking at me like you want to kill me?” Jack asked while making sure he was across the room just in case you wanted to throw something.

“Jackman, it is February 12th.”

“Yes, I know.”

“YOU KNOW?!”

“Baby, yes I know! Did I forget something?”

“I should make you figure it out since it is so incredibly obvious.”

“Stink, I’m not following.” Jack said as he attempted to brush a few stray curls out of your face and you still kept the pout on your face. 

All you did was open a box of godiva chocolate and began eating without answering his question..

“Where did you get that?!”

“Doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that Clay knows the way to my heart and I suggest that you ask me to be your valentine before he beats you to it.”

“WHAT!?”

“Did I stutter?”

“HE BOUGHT YOU THAT?!”

“He sent me a text and asked me if there was anything I needed or wanted and I said chocolate and he came through unlike his big brother. I’m convinced you don’t love me anymore.”

“Wait a minute. You’re mad because I didn’t ask you to be my valentine?! And you better cut the shit right now talking about I don’t love you anymore. Loved you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“OBVIOUSLY! And bullshit, you didn’t tell me until we were seventeen.”

“Baby, come on. You know better than that.”

“JACKMAN, I AM CARRYING THREE OF YOUR CHILDREN SO EXCUSE ME IF I GET A LITTLE EMOTIONAL!”

“Babe, come here.” Jack made his way over to you and slid you onto his lap while kissing you.

“Quit pouting, too.” All you did was cross your arms while rolling your eyes.

“Baby, I didn’t ask you to be my valentine because that’s already understood that you are. You and them.”

“Hmmph.”

“Y/N!”

All you did was stay silent.

“Fine, Y/N Y/M/N Harlow, love of my life, the woman that I married, and the mother of my three children, who I have loved since I was fifteen will you do me the honor of being my valentine this year?”

“Oh wow, this is such a surprise! This is just so unexpected and I… I just don’t know what to say!” You said while getting a startled look on your face.

“Are your….. Are your eyes watering and are you serious?!”

“HORMONES! AND YES I’M SERIOUS!”

“Babe! You’ve been my valentine since I was fifteen! I have to ask you every year now?”

“What do you mean now?! And YES! Because you always do!”

“I just did and you still didn’t give me an answer!”

“No.”

“NO?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!”

“Clay asked me first!”

“YOU SAID HE JUST GOT YOU THE CHOCOLATE YOU WANTED AND THAT HE DIDN’T ASK YOU!”

“Oh did I say Clay? I meant Dua.”

“Now I’m really about to kick her ass.”

“Just playing with you, baby. Of course I’ll be your valentine. Forever and ever and ever.” You said while leaning up to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back.

“It’s only right that I have to ask them too.” Jack answered, nodding towards your stomach.

“Well, go ahead.”

“Hold on, I have an idea.”

Jack slid you off of his lap and went into the kitchen as you continued to eat your chocolate that Dua not Clay bought for you, but Jack didn’t need to know that.

Jack then came back and placed three candy hearts on your stomach and you couldn’t do anything but smile.

“You are so fucking cheesy and I love it.”

“Baby Harlows, will you do me the honor of being my valentine along with mommy this year?”

“I think they said yes.”

“YOU THINK?! Why do you INSIST on stressing me out?!”

“So dramatic, smush of course they said yes.”

“Come next year, valentine’s day might look a little different with three more people for us to love, but keep in mind you were my first valentine and that's not going to change.”

Jack looked up from your stomach once he heard your sniffles.

“Babe, not again. You have always cried easily, but now that you’re pregnant, it’s even worse. You cried because I put on your pink fluffy socks as you were telling me thank you last night.”

“I CAN’T HELP IT! I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” You exclaimed as Jack was trying to calm you down.

“I love you too, baby girl. Now please stop crying before the babies think something is seriously wrong with you. Then when they get here they’ll be sending death glares to me thinking that it was my fault just like you were earlier.” 

Just then Urban came down the steps and saw the candy hearts sitting on your stomach and made his way over to you.

“Can I eat those? And why are you crying?”

“NO! And she’s crying because I asked her to be my valentine.” Jack said as he swatted Urban’s hand away as he looked at both of you and rolled his eyes.

“Why? They are literally there just sitting on her stomach. And aren’t you his valentine every damn year?”

“They’re for the babies! And so what?!”

“Okay?? And?? They can’t eat them.”

“Ew, Urby. You actually like candy hearts?” You asked as he sat next to you and started to pick them off one by one and pop them in his mouth.

“Stink, does that answer your question?” Jack asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Hey, who sent you this chocolate? I want some.” Urban started to reach over you to get to the box, but you quickly smacked his hand.

“OW!”

“Dua got them for me and no you can’t have them. Early Valentine’s Day gift. Never take food from a pregnant woman, you should know better.”

“WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU SAID CLAY GOT THEM FOR YOU?”

“Oh, did I?”

“BABY!”

“Oops.”

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, saweetie, cardib, normani, djdrama, estgee, yungskylark, and 1,892,003 others

y/ninsta: Valentine's Day 2023, jackharlow had me mad as hell two days ago, but he made up for it. Love you smush, my forever valentine 🥰🥰🥰🥰

saweetie: wait a minute, didn't he just buy you a car and now you have ANOTHER ONE?

sza: saweetie okay dj khaled

danivalentine: y/ninsta what did he do and do I need to jump him?

jackharlow: saweetie limit does not exist when it comes to my wife. anything she asks for I get. within reason of course.

jackharlow: danivalentine NO! I didn't do anything! your sister is just emotional and SPOILED!

y/ninsta: jackharlow I AM NOT AND IT'S WHAT YOU DIDN'T DO THAT HAD ME SO UPSET!

saweetie: jackharlow I will kick your ass so you better start explaining

jackharlow: she was upset because I didn't ask her to be my valentine because I thought it was UNDERSTOOD that she was since she has been since we were FIFTEEN

danivalentine: y/ninsta you are spoiled lil bit lol and jackharlow your dumbass knows better

jackharlow: danivalentine BUT SHE KNOWS THAT THOUGH. I MARRIED HER!

y/ninsta: danivalentine I'm gonna pretend that I didn't see that jackharlow gimme an elephant

theestallion: here she goes lol

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby where are we going to put it?

y/ninsta: jackharlow idk, you figure it out

jackharlow: y/ninsta how about the elephant sanctuary in Thailand?

normani: well shit

claybornharlow: enjoy the bracelet I got you

jackharlow: clay, delete that

claybornharlow: jackharlow no.

y/ninsta: claybornharlow jackharlow 😜😜😜😜😜

y/ninsta: jackharlow BOOK OUR FLIGHTS NEOW!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta you don't need any more pets

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt well jackharlow didn't tell me no

jackharlow: y/ninsta me offering to take you to Thailand was me telling you no. if that wasn't clear, here.... NO.

y/ninsta: jackharlow worst husband of 2023 and the year just started🙄

dualipa: he's had that award for five years now

jackharlow: y/ninsta TAKE THAT SHIT BACK NEOW. I WILL RETURN THE CAR! and dualipa if you don't shut the fuck up and take your ass on somewhere. STOP SENDING HER CHOCOLATE AND ASKING HER TO BE YOUR VALENTINE

danivalentine: well this is a turn of events

shloob_: why are we not surprised?

y/ninsta: jackharlow YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH MY FUCKING CAR!

dualipa: jackharlow YOU'RE JUST MAD THAT I DID IT FIRST

jackharlow: I'm tired of fighting for my life every time I post something on here smh jackharlow: oh and y/ninsta we have to dance to our song before the night is over y/ninsta: jackharlow stop it before I cry again jackharlow: y/ninsta good lord lmao theestallion: wait what is yall song? y/ninsta: theestallion back that azz up by juvenile saweetie: bitchhhhh lmao jackharlow: y/ninsta BABY! QUIT IT! theestallion it's Into You by Tamia theestallion: back that azz up could be a warm up song tho y/ninsta: theestallion I like the way you think

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jackharlow: Woke up to y/ninsta handing this to me. SAY LESS BABY 😭😭😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow he ain't eat it right if he ain't have to change the sheets 😜😜

saweetie: her ass would make something like this lol

2forwoyne: save me a slice

danivalentine: y/ninsta I literally CANNOT with you lmaooo

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne no. reserved for my baby. I'll make you something else. we're using it for extracurricular purposes

saweetie: she means jackharlow is probably going to be eating the cake off of her boobs

jackharlow: saweetie wouldn't be the first time either and definitely won't be the last

cardib: 😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt: and we're not going to talk about how she woke me up at 2 am because she forgot to make it and made me help her. I do NOT get enough credit being best friends to the both of you

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you will be compensated accordingly and I needed a test taster

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta YOU COULD HAVE CALLED 2FO

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you were right upstairs tho

jackharlow: y/ninsta ready for round 4 when you are

yungmiami: jackharlow question for you. are we about to break that record tonight and make it to 25?

jackharlow: yungmiami if I can get her ass to stop running from me we just might

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀👀👀👀

saweetie: yeah learning jackharlow made you reach your peak 21 damn times in one night was WILD

y/ninsta: saweetie I was bedbound for four days

theestallion: NOT BEDBOUND 😭😭😭😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta and it's about to be a week this time

urbanwyatt: thank goodness I am NO WHERE near them tonight. y/ninsta good luck getting sleep bestie

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I'm prepared to go down swinging

saweetie: y/ninsta and by swinging you mean scratching your nails down jackharlow's back

dualipa: not if I have anything to do with it and y/ninsta where's my cake?

jackharlow: dualipa in the trash where you also belong

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, danivalentine, saweetie, djdrama, neelamthadhani, privategarden, quiiso, nemoachida, and 2.004,872 others

y/ninsta: somebody asked what my favorite valentines day gift was from jackharlow and here it is lmaoooo he got it for me our senior year in high school 😭

saweetie: jackharlow I literally CANNOT lmaooooo your dumbass would get this for her

urbanwyatt: we saw it in Spencers and he was like this is perfect lol

claybornharlow: the bear is telling the truth

jackharlow: clay.... don't start

lilnasx: lmaoooo gotta be one of the best gifts I've ever seen

jackharlow: shit I call it like I see it. my baby is gorgeous.

quiiso: jack been going all out for valentine's day every single year. every time I think he can't top the year before he does

jackharlow: quiiso my wife is expensive, gotta keep the ideas coming

y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm what now?

jackharlow: y/ninsta you are my beautiful cutie pie who happens to be my wife who I love so much

y/ninsta: jackharlow oh okay. thought so. I love you too.

jackharlow: y/ninsta with your expensive ass

y/ninsta: jackharlow TAKE IT BACK

jackharlow: y/ninsta NO

dualipa: SHIT BITCH YOU IS FINE. LEMME GET YOUR NUMBER.

jackharlow: dualipa she has your number and I already blocked you and I blocked it on my phone too. idk why I even had it to begin with. don't you have someone else to bother?

dualipa: jackharlow nope and y/ninsta UNBLOCK ME SO I CAN DECLARE MY LOVE FOR YOU

jackharlow: dualipa I hid her phone and she's short so I know she won't be able to find it any time soon. bye now.

Liked by jackharlow, estgee, djdrama. sza, cardib, lizzobeeating, danivalentine, yungskylark, and 3,801,226 others

y/ninsta: and can't forget about this one 😭😭 jackharlow was like baby I have something serious to tell you. like he ass was going on and on and then he sent me this 🙄🙄🙄

jackharlow: THAT WAS SERIOUS. I WAS HORNY AND I MISSED MY WIFE!

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby I was literally just downstairs in the studio...

jackharlow: y/ninsta I still don't see the point mamas

y/ninsta: 🙄🙄🙄

danivalentine: yall are seriously sickening lmaoooo

urbanwyatt: danivalentine you tell no lies

jackharlow: look imma simp for my wife and I don't give a damn what people say

y/ninsta: jackharlow *in my cardib voice* I know that's right!

saweetie: PLEASEEEEEEEE

y/ninsta: I have the best husband in the world. might be a hot mess sometimes, but he's my hot mess lol

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta hot mess indeed

jackharlow: urbanwyatt HEY!

quiiso: I second what y/ninsta said

neelamthadhani: count me in

yungskylark: can we collectively all say to count us in lol

shloob_: lmaooo

y/ninsta: where's 2fo?!

danivalentine: y/ninsta eating in the kitchen

y/ninsta: danivalentine again?! 2forwoyne DON'T TOUCH THE PIE OR THE WHIPPED CREAM THAT GOES WITH IT

saweetie: y/ninsta who the fuck you think you fooling? that whipped cream isn't going on no damn pie

jackharlow: saweetie you right. imma put it on her

theestallion: ENOUGH!

yungmiami: has the record been broken yet? I am here for one reason and one reason only

jackharlow: yungmiami we'll address this tomorrow morning because I'm about to find out. y/ninsta baby the video above already lets you know what I wanna do so come on

y/ninsta: see yall in two weeks if I live to tell the tale 😭

DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

“Come on baby, take this shit. Didn’t you ask me to slut you out? Don’t ask me if you can’t hold up the end of your deal.” Jack was mercilessly pounding into you as you wrapped your arms around him tighter.

“Mmm, baby!”

“You’ve been such a good girl for me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk.”

“We got two more to go, I know you can take it. Stop running from me.”

 Jack had noticed that you were slowly making your way towards the end of the bed and he was quick to pull you back. 

“But…. I can’t.”

“Says who?”

“Shiiit baby I’m about to cum fuckkkkk.”

“See? I knew you could take it. Do it then, cum all over my dick.”

Without one more thrust, you released all over him and he was quick to slide out of you and flip the two of you over and motioned for you to sit on his face.

Jack took one long lick and you immediately grabbed the headboard to steady yourself.

“Jack… baby wait a minute.”

“What am I waiting for? You wanted to be slutted out so that’s what I’m doing so your ass needs to act accordingly. Not talking all that shit now, huh?”

“My legs are literally shaking.”

“And? They’re about to be shaking even more. Come here.”

You did as you were told and moved to get a little more comfortable before Jack decided to not show you any mercy.

“Mmm, my baby girl tastes so good.”

Jack then sped up his pace as your breathing quickened and your grip on the headboard got tighter and so did his grip on your thighs.

You were still so extremely sensitive so it didn’t take you long to once again cum all over Jack.

He then gently tossed you to the side before reaching into the bedside table that was on his side of the bed and pulled out the wand he had gifted you.

“Come on baby, we’re about to make it to thirty with this shit. Spread 'em.”

The next day you woke up and noticed that Jack was still laying beside you. He felt you stir and looked down at you and kissed your forehead. 

“Good morning, baby. You feel okay?”

“Good morning and yes I’m fine.”

“I was waiting for you to wake up to ask if you wanted to take a bath and ask you what you wanted to eat.”

“Yes to the bath and I wanna eat your dick for breakfast.”

“Hmm your wish is my command.”

“Wait, hold on.” 

You grabbed your phone on the nightstand to text Caresha since you told her that you would.

You- Made it to 30 

Caresha- Not surprised with yall nasty asses

“Baby, who are you texting? You want this dick so much so come on.” Jack said before starting to kiss your neck and rub your clit at the same time.

“Hmm, babe wait a second. It’s Caresha.”

“Tell her I’m working you up to 45.” 

“WHAT?!? JACKKKKKK!”

“That wand is really coming in handy.”

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Wakana's Talk Garden Vol.9 has just been uploaded!! ･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+

Once again, I read everyone's messaged carefully~♪ Thank you for your submissions＼(^o^)／

Your live-day-routines were interesting to read~😳 Some of you mentioned that you would be wearing new pants and socks! 🧦 So much motivation! 😳

It feels like a series of miracles when I think about how everyone is preparing and working through various tasks until the day of a live when it's finally time to come together. My live is the day after tomorrow, I'm really excited and looking forward to it😍I'll release all of my powers during those two performances!! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

Since Mother's Day is also just around the corner, I received lots of heartwarming stories about your mothers💕

My mother is my biggest fan and she is the reason I love singing🥰Here's a photo of a recent concert I went to with my mother! We ate beef tongue during an intermission. And then I was bitten by a Shisa (a little girl was looking at me curiously when this picture was taken)

These days, the temperature changes are wild, it's as intense as a roller coaster, but everyone seems to be handling it pretty well!

I'm looking forward to meeting everyone at my live on Sunday!! ! ((o(^∇^)o)) (In this photo we are all laughing but the truth is, everyone was shaking from holding that position)

And on May 17th, I will be holding an online talk event, "Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The "VOICE" Stories~ After Talk Event"! o(^▽^)o I'm excited to talk about some of the nerdy stuff after the live, and I'd like to answer everyone's questions.😍I hope that even those who can't come to the live can experience a little bit of what it was like that day through this talk event.🤗And for those who are coming to the live, it will be nice to reflect on everything together!

Finally, here's me having fun after rehearsal. Jumping photos are my latest obsession.🤗

That's it for today! The day after tomorrow, I'm performing at I'MASHOW in Yurakucho!!!! ･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･

Until next time~☆('▽')/

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・Stories about your mother ・Your routine on the day of a live ・Things you’re looking forward to at the concert

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on June 10th, the following topics have been chosen:

・Stories about your father ・How to deal with the rainy season

The submission deadline is 05/31.

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

Hey, love your blog, sorry to barge in all anon, but I was just wondering what is the run time of Misha's "It Seemed Like A Good Idea.." show is approximately? Is it over an hour? Also, is it more like a comedy special or a typical convention panel? (Does he take questions or interact with the audience? Or is it more like a scripted performance?) If you answer, thanks! (Thanks for your blog anyway, even if you don't answer. You're one of the good ones on here.)

hi, thank you!!! 🥰

it was supposed to be an hour or less because it started at 8 and wasn't supposed to overlap with the concert at 9, but he went over like 10-15 minutes. it's more like a comedy special because there's no Q&A, but it's not a stand up routine or anything... it's not "scripted", but he had note cards to remind him of the things he wanted to say, so he's got the content "prepared" is what I'll call it lol. He said during his Saturday panel that he never even rehearsed it with anyone because he didn't want to say any of that stuff to the people closest to him lmao.

he interacted with the audience a little bit, like when he took out his note cards and realized he forgot his glasses and the font was too small. A few people had reading glasses so he got a pair from the audience. teased them about how dirty they were lol.

It was a smallish room so it felt very intimate, but mostly it's a one man show kind of thing. and the stories were so personal and he was so vulnerable it didn't feel right to be heckling or trying to get him to engage with us, if that makes sense.

[cherrygorilla]

Ice Pop 🍃

Aaaah, Happy Birthday, Danelle! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I honestly didn't think I'd be able to get anything done to celebrate this year with how busy I've been, and I felt terrible, but luckily being at home for the last week has given me some time on a night to whip a little something up. It's not the best, or the most exciting, but hopefully it can somewhat make up for my months of radiosilence, and bring you a little joy today. 🥰

Now, this can pretty much be considered a standalone AU one-shot, but it was supposed to be a section in the third part of ASDO - yes, I know I haven't even finished the second part yet, I'm working on it lol - however, due to changes in timelines and things, it's not going to be able to work like this anymore. Still, I wanted my idea for two certain characters meeting for the first time to have some sort of a home, even if it is no longer canon. And who knows? Maybe it'll help for their appearances in other stories haha. But yeah, if you're wondering about the context of the rehearsal it's centred around - that's what it's for 😂

Anyway, enough of my rambling! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you have a great day however you end up celebrating! You're the best internet friend a girl could ask for, so you deserve it! Happy birthday, Danelle!! 🥳

"Ugh, she just gets prettier every time I see her."

As rubber sneaker soles met blistering asphalt, Vivien couldn't help but giggle. Swinging the door of the sky blue convertible shut, she turned to face Carrie, affectionately rolling her eyes as she saw where her gaze, and flattery was aimed. Proudly plastered across the side of Sound Stage 4 was a colossal banner advertising the newest season of Find Your Voice, decorated with the gigantic heads of eight of its core cast members. And off to the left hand side, beaming down the camera lens over the top of an advanced geometry textbook, was the very same blonde as the one standing there admiring it.

"And Miles wonders why he can't get Royce to stop calling you vain," Vivien sarcastically teased.

Reluctantly tearing her gaze from the studio's prime position billboard, Carrie settled the younger brunette with a contented smirk. "I don't care; it's true," she said, holding back a giggle of her own as she swung her car door shut. "And besides, a little self-love's healthy."

"A little?" Vivien snorted with a raised eyebrow.

Carrie didn't have a comeback for that one, instead just laughing along with the teenager as she locked up her Mustang and rounded the car to join her. Bidding the oversized version of herself a final goodbye with a proud grin and a mock salute, as a way of thanking her for her contributions to their show's ever-growing ratings, Carrie began leading Vivien out of the studio parking lot. 

Jogging a few paces to match the blonde's brisk walking pace, Vivien soon returned to scanning her surroundings like she'd just set foot in Munchkinland after a tornado. By now she had thought she was somewhat familiar with the movie world her extended family lived in, or at least the portion by the beach where they all resided. But exploring the downtown area brought that same giddy novelty of her first visit flooding back to her. It was like the whole city had a filter over it, turning up the saturation of the colours in the brickwork or shop signs, and bringing out their warmth to match the sunrays kissing the freckles up and down her arms.

Once she'd finally regained control of her childlike wonder, and had stopped gawping at the buildings lining the street they were strolling down as though they were exhibits at a science museum, her attention returned to the same question that had been plaguing her since Carrie had ushered her into the passenger seat of her car. "You know, you still haven't actually told me where we're going."

"I'm taking you to the venue."

Despite her nonchalant tone, Carrie's revelation made Vivien's breath catch in her throat. "Already?"

"Well yeah," Carrie replied, seemingly confused by the panicked squeak in the girl's voice. "I thought you'd want to get some practice in first."

Melting into a smile with a relieved sigh, Vivien let her shoulders relax and her feet be guided by the clunky, patterned platform boots parading her down Sycamore Close. Acting as a rather effective tour guide, Carrie gave her a walking tour of her and Miles' weekday stomping ground - she pointed out the mechanic shop where he worked, where their favourite sandwich shop was, which place did the best coffee, which place did the worst coffee - she even pointed out the laundrette Miles almost flooded after an unfortunate lunch-break run-in with a meatball sub, and threw in the anecdote that went along with it for good measure. There was the florist shop, the record store, the pharmacy - the whole street looked like it could have been plucked straight out of a movie set. And, in a way, Vivien supposed it had been. But as they rounded another corner, the pastel awnings and inviting smells disappeared. 

It was far from a dump; palm trees still sporadically lined the road, and storefronts held haphazard displays of their products to entice the sparse crowds of customers. But the trashbags sitting at the curbside, and the uneven sidewalk slabs, made this part of town feel a little less polished than the rest. Just as Vivien finished reading the intricate chalkboard sign hanging outside a local bookstore though, and she turned back to follow Carrie's lead, a cloud of smoke obscured her view of the path ahead.

Thankfully, the haze had dispersed by the time the girls approached, but the stench of weed that replaced it made Vivien's nostrils itch. Scrunching up her nose, she slightly quickened her pace, hoping to get to a bakery down the street that could drown out the smell before her eyes started watering. But in the seconds that followed, she didn't know what surprised her more: the fact that Carrie was acknowledged by the stoner responsible for the smoke show, or the fact that she actually stopped to talk to him.

"Heyyyy, Carrie-oke! What the hell are you doing here so early?"

 "We're down a drummer, so we need an emergency rehearsal with our stand-in," Carrie replied, a hint of amusement colouring her tone - whether that was due to the circumstances, or the fact that she sensed Vivien's utter confusion was a mystery to the brunette though.

"You lost another one? What happened? She didn't-"

"Yeah, Amber dumped him… Again."

"Fucking hell," the guy snorted, taking a quick drag on his joint and blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, away from the girls, which Vivien appreciated. There was something about his entertained grin that drew her interest - or maybe it was that mischievous twinkle she spotted in his dark, albeit bleary chocolate brown eyes as he lifted his round sunglasses onto the top of his head. Either way, her intrigue towards the young man was making the weed smell more and more tolerable with each passing second. "Two drummers in four months? Is she trying to set a record or something?" he cheekily continued.

"I don't know," Carrie sighed with an eyeroll at her friend's expense. "But she definitely made the right call with that last guy; he was a total deadweight."

"Was that the coupon guy?" he checked. And once Carrie nodded her confirmation: "Oh yeah, he was a fucking moron. She can do so much better."

"Exactly," Carrie replied, throwing her head back with a hearty laugh at the brunet's earnest response. "But, yet again, her commendable level of self-respect has left us without a drummer less than eight hours before doors open. Hence the emergency rehearsal."

The deeply pensive expression, pulling the guy's eyebrows together, had Vivien biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from giggling, especially when he revealed what he'd been thinking so hard about.

"Hence…" he mumbled, through a mouthful of the BLT sandwich he'd picked up from the plate balancing precariously on the windowsill beside him. "Gnarly adverb... Respect."

Carrie just shook her head with another amused grin. "That stuff's hittin' good this morning, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckled with a contented nod of approval. "You want a hit?"

Whilst the offer itself wasn't too much of a surprise to Vivien, the length of time Carrie appeared to consider it for certainly was. For a moment, she even thought she saw the blonde's arm twitch, as though instinctively moving to accept, before she caught herself and shook her head. "No, I can't-"

"Oh come on, just a little one."

Again, Carrie almost appeared convinced, before her better judgement won out. "No, I- Look, maybe later," she eventually compromised, taking a step towards the propped open, painted brown door beside them to prevent any attempts at further complaints from the stoner. "I already told you, I'm not here to just hang out. We've got to rehearse."

"We? What are you talking about? Who's-?" But as Vivien followed Carrie's lead, inching towards the doorway, she looked up to find that set of bleary brown eyes fixed on her for the first time that conversation - any traces of an end to his question completely falling out of his head the second he spotted her.

Now that she'd actually been acknowledged by the guy, Vivien took the opportunity to fully take in his appearance: fascinated by the fact that such a creature even knew Carrie, let alone spoke to her like a friend. His dark, taupe hair fell in half-hearted curls by his shoulders - more in limp waves than anything, which were pushed away from his face by the arms of the scratched, round sunglasses balanced atop his head. His scrawny frame was hidden by a baggy denim jacket that looked as though it was about four sizes too big for him, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a shirt beneath patterned so intensely she couldn't look at it for long without seeing spots in her vision. Old, flared, brown trousers; scuffed, but clearly well-loved, maroon boots; and a jumbled collection of leather bracelets, fabric wristbands, and peace sign pendants completed the look - a look she could only think to dub: dishevelled bohemian. If he'd have been on the cover of a history book about the hippie movement she wouldn't have batted an eyelid. And yet here he was, standing right in front of her, looking at her as though she'd just been beamed down from a spaceship.

Apparently her very existence was all it took to stun him into silence; his brain clearly needed all the energy it could get to process what he was seeing. She could practically hear its cogs spinning on overdrive as he searched her face for some recognisable quality. And just when they were starting to sound like her old laptop loading up The Sims, he tore his gaze from her and fixed it back on Carrie.

"…Who the fuck is that?"

The genuine confusion riddling his expression amused Vivien to no end, having to catch herself before a giggle escaped her lips as Carrie, evidently more familiar with his antics, simply replied: "It's Viv."

But the explanation made absolutely no difference in that empty, freckled head. The guy still looked as lost as ever.

"It's Vivien," Carrie tried again. But when she was met with a further, if not slightly more irritated, blank stare, she let out a frustrated scoff and turned so that she was fully facing the airheaded brunet again. "Vivien O'Brian-"

"You say that like you expect me to know who she is," he cut in with an incredulous scoff of his own.

"You do know."

"Then who the fuck is it?" 

"Vivien," Carrie fired back with great exasperation - the kind that could only come from years of friendly, pent-up frustration. "She ice skates. She reads books. Miles talks about her like once a fucking week!"

Ethan's eyes lit up like a Roman candle. "Yoooo, where is Miles?" he asked, all inquiries about the brunette forgotten in an instant at the very mention of that all-important name.

But his eager grin was met with a look of disapproving disbelief. "I don't know," Carrie snapped, left floundering for an answer thanks to the stoner's inability to hold a properly structured conversation. "At work, I assume."

He looked about as satisfied with Carrie's answer as she had with his question though, tipping his head up to the sky and letting out a frustrated groan that would have given a sulking six-year-old a run for his money. "You seriously didn't bring him with you?" he checked, quirking an eyebrow at her out of the corner of his vision - clearly hoping this was just some dorky prank set-up.

"No, I don't think he gets off 'til 5," Carrie flatly fired back.

"Ughhhhh." There went that stroppy groan of frustration again. "That's fucking forever away. What am I supposed to do 'til then?"

"You could help us set up for our rehearsal," Carrie suggested with a smirk. "You know, like any respectable entertainment coordinator would."

He just rolled his eyes. "It's gonna be so boring without him though," he whined, scuffing his boot along the sidewalk as he dejectedly kicked a pebble against the side of the building.

Now it was Carrie's turn to roll her eyes as she let out an incredulous scoff. "Need I remind you, we were friends way before Miles came into the picture?" 

The stoner levelled her gaze for a beat before a knowing smile tugged his lips into that same mischievous grin from before. "Yeah, but from that point on, nothing else really mattered, did it? Let's be real," he chuckled. Despite the ribbing, and obvious penchant for a certain mechanic, there was a glint in his blood-shot eyes that revealed his fondness for the blonde after all though.

And the feeling was clearly mutual since she was still willing to continue the conversation - she couldn't even successfully stifle her smile back as she shook her head and muttered a quick: "You're such an idiot."

The brunet made no attempt to argue - in fact he let out an amused snort of agreement as he reached for the rest of his half-eaten BLT.

Seizing the opportunity to take control of the conversation again, Carrie attempted to steer it back on track with an exaggerated, "Anyway." Tugging her guest closer, and dramatically gesturing to her, she continued, "That Vivien we talk about all the time: this is her."

The guy nodded thoughtfully. "Vivien…" he mumbled through a mouthful of bread - still playing that oh-so challenging game of connect-the-dots.

"Yes, Vivien," Carrie confirmed, as though encouraging a kindergartener. "She stayed with Miles and his brothers last April."

"Mmm," he nodded, finally showing some evidence of understanding. "She's dating that other mechanic guy - the one Miles lived with for-"

"No," Carrie cut in sharply over Vivien's incredulous laughter. "That's Mick and Butchy."

"Well how the fuck am I supposed to-?"

"Viv's dating Royce," Carrie explained, cutting off his complaint before he could derail the conversation any further.

"She's dating Royce?" he questioned, half-mumbling to himself as he fought through the disbelief the new information carried. His eyebrows scrunched in incredulity, his lips curled into a sort of confused grimace- 

But then it finally clicked - the force almost popping his eyes out of his head in the process.

If the sudden change in the stoner's expression hadn't already set Vivien off to laugh harder, the sharp gasp that followed, and sent what remained of his mouthful of sandwich flying into the back of his throat, certainly did.

"Holy shit!" he eventually managed to choke out between the hacking coughs to help dislodge the piece of bread. "That was actually real?" he went on to ask once he'd caught his breath again, staring at Carrie with tear-stained eyes and a look of utter stupefaction. But she just nodded and chuckled as she handed him a bottle of water from her purse. "I thought Miles just made that up so I'd stop thinking his brother was a lame-ass," he continued, pausing to gulp down the offered water and rid himself of any remaining evidence of his mini choking fit. Holding the water bottle out to its original owner with a heavy, contemplative sigh, he levelled her gaze and lowered his voice to ask a dubious: "You're definitely sure it's real then?"

"You do know you can talk to her yourself, right?" Carrie checked, raising her eyebrow as she took back the bottle and gestured to Vivien yet again.

The guy paused, mouth slightly agape, as the realisation steadily dawned on him. Shifting his gaze to the brunette, he instead posed the question to her. "...You're actually dating Miles' brother?"

"I am indeed," she replied, smirking through poorly stifled giggles at the caricature of a guy's reactions.

"And they're definitely not paying you to say this?"

"I wish I was getting paid," Vivien snorted. "Easiest buck I'd ever make."

A thoughtful nod followed, as though impressed by the girl's honesty. And then came another bite of that BLT as he mulled over the revelation a little more. "Well, shit," he eventually settled on, with an amused smirk of his own. "Good for him… And you, I guess," he added, with a vague nod in Vivien's direction.

And then there was silence. It seemed as though he felt his role in the conversation was over now if the way he engrossed himself in inspecting the limp piece of lettuce sticking out the side of his sandwich was anything to go by. But Carrie had other ideas.

"Is that it?"

"Is what it?"

"That's all you have to say?" she raised an eyebrow and pressed.

"Well what else do you want me to do?"

But Carrie's disgruntled eye roll told Vivien she wasn't about to spell it out for him. "You have the social skills of a fucking garden snail," she muttered, before turning to the younger brunette with an almost apologetic shake of her head. "Well, since he's not gonna introduce himself - Viv, this Ethan. I had other, cooler friends I wanted you to meet first but, unfortunately fate had other plans."

Ethan still frowned despite her teasing tone. "I know you don't mean that, Cole," he protested, to which Carrie just smirked and rolled her eyes again.

Vivien felt like she was constantly on the brink of laughter watching the pair interact, caught between genuine amusement and utter disbelief. "So you two are like legitimately friends then?" she asked, feeling the need to check since her brain still didn't feel ready to process what her eyes were telling her.

Matching mischievous grins graced their faces as Ethan nodded and Carrie stifled another chuckle. "Don't look so surprised," she added after clocking the girl's reaction.

"No, I just-" Vivien floundered, struggling to articulate everything her brain was trying to process into a proper sentence. But after several failed attempts, she let her straight-to-the-point inner voice take over talking duties, with a spluttered laugh to join it. "How the hell did it happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I just- I thought I had an idea of what your friends would be like…" Vivien trailed off, again at a loss for words.

"And this isn't it?" Carrie asked with mock-surprise as she jerked her thumb in Ethan's direction, just as he took another hit of his joint. 

"...Well, we call you Barbie for a reason," Vivien teased. "I just didn't expect Little Miss Perfect to hang out with…"

"Someone who looks like they crawled out of Fraggle Rock?" Carrie offered with a smirk that quickly set the girl off to laugh.

Luckily, Ethan started laughing along with them - but not for the same reasons. "Yooo, they call you Barbie?"

"That's what you took from that?" Carrie checked in disgruntled disbelief.

"That's so fucking good," he mumbled as another amused grin settled on his lips.

But Carrie just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Vivien. "I swear you kids think I'm some sort of saint," she chuckled before teasingly adding, "You're not the only one who can have cool, weird friends, you know?"

"I never said I was," Vivien argued through a laugh. "I just don't know where you two could have ever crossed paths. Where did you guys meet?"

"He works on the sound for Find Your Voice and a couple of other shows on the lot. So I've known him ever since I booked the part," Carrie explained whilst Ethan worked on finishing what was left of his BLT. "He was just another part of the crew at first, but, because I talk to anyone and everyone all the time-"

"'Cause she loves the sound of her own voice," Ethan cut in through a mouthful of bacon, cheekily licking mayo off his thumb.

Carrie silenced him with a withering stare - but his lingering smirk told Vivien that he wasn't phased in the slightest. Still, Carrie was able to finish the rest of her explanation uninterrupted. "-I started to talk to him between takes, you know, since he was always there with the boom mic. And then one thing led to another, and before I knew it, he was sacking off lunch with the other tech guys to come and raid my dressing room for cookies."

"Oh come on," Ethan frowned at the light ribbing. "Don't pretend you wouldn't do the same for your mom's snickerdoodles."

"You ate crumbs out of a trash can."

"And I'd do it again," Ethan shot back with an earnestness that just made his and Carrie's sibling-like bickering even more entertaining. "You can't talk anyway; you ate that piece of pizza Miles spat out into a napkin the other week."

Ethan's accusatory frown, paired with Vivien's grimace just made Carrie's attempts at a justification even harder to come by. "Listen, I was not…" she began, eyes darting to the brunette on her left as she tried to phrase this in a way that wouldn't tarnish her reputation any further. "...of sound mind that evening. Plus, he's my boyfriend - I've tasted worse than saliva."

As if the first part of the confession hadn't shocked her enough, Vivien jerked her head back in reaction to that last line. "Eww, Carrie!"

Ethan's loud bark of laughter was a completely different response though. "Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with it," he eventually chuckled. "I'd have probably eaten it if you didn't."

"And I bet you'd have loved it too, you freak," Carrie fired back with a smirk despite her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Ethan's proud grin was all the evidence she needed to know she was right. 

Once Vivien had recovered from her future sister-in-law's nausea-inducing revelation, she was able to continue with her inquiries about the scruffy stoner she'd become so fascinated with. "Wait so you know Miles too?"

"Know him?!" Ethan squawked.

His reaction sent Carrie's eyes to the heavens as she tipped her head back in despair. "Don't get him started, Viv," she wearily warned.

But Ethan didn't even give the brunette the chance to question any further, seizing the opportunity to talk about the mechanic with both hands, and a lovestruck smile. "Miles is my soulmate; my cosmic chaperone - we're spiritually bound by the very threads of our existence."

The edges of Vivien's smirk twitched, dying to let the guffaws it was holding back free as she raised an eyebrow. "That close, huh?"

Ethan gave the girl a solemn nod. "He's the ketchup to my mustard."

"Well shit," Vivien deadpanned, matching the guy's energy perfectly. "You can't get closer than that."

Shaking her head at the pair, and the situation in general, Carrie went on to explain: "The second I brought Miles on set it was game over. He asked Ethan some dumb question about a song on the radio and he's been following him around like a bad smell ever since." 

Both physically and metaphorically.

"It was Money by the Rolling Stones, and we still say it's our song to this day, thank you very much," Ethan cagily retorted, as protective as ever over his friendship with Miles, before adding a slightly more in character: "That guitar line is gnarly."

"'Our song'?" Vivien questioned with a snort. "Are you guys gonna use it for your wedding or something?"

But the teasing remark bounced off Ethan like a rubber bullet as he mulled over the proposal with a mellow grin. "I could dig it."

Again Carrie just fondly shook her head, at both Ethan's response and Vivien's reaction. "Believe me, Viv," she went on to say. "They'd need no encouragement. I mean, you'll see it for yourself later, but they're inseparable when you get them together. Like, think of the biggest bromance you know, then times it by four…and you might be getting close."

"They're really that close?" Vivien chuckled in disbelief.

Carrie nodded intently. "They're like fucking limpets."

"I can't believe Miles has been hiding the fact he's got a best friend from me for all these years," Vivien said with cheeky incredulity. "I'm never letting him live this down. I didn't think losers like him were capable of having best friends."

"Well believe it, because he's not going anywhere," Carrie snorted. "Believe me; I've tried."

"Protest all you want, 'oke. You and I both know you'd be lost without me," Ethan said, slinging his now free arm around Carrie's shoulder and pulling her towards him, before affectionately squidging her cheeks together in a way that immediately had her trying to squirm out of his grip. 

"I'd have one hell of a mopey boyfriend, that's for sure," Carrie compromised with an affectionate roll of her eyes as she finally somewhat relaxed into the awkward embrace. "And a pretty boring social life."

"Exactly!" Ethan said, that same mischievous grin from earlier making its fateful return. "Who else would you have to go and play midnight mini golf with? And who'd you get to play ice tag with you on set?"

"Isn't it called 'freeze' tag?" Vivien teasingly questioned. "And why are you adults playing freeze tag at work?"

"Uh, we're 22, we're not dinosaurs," Carrie retorted. "And it's not 'freeze tag', it's 'ice tag': a Carrie and Ethan original."

"Well if it's not freeze tag then what is it?" Vivien laughed.

"Duuude, it's so fun!" Ethan enthused. "You've gotta sneak to one of the craft services ice buckets, grab a couple cubes, then pick your victims. If you get one down the back of their shirt - or pants - without them noticing 'til it's already down there, and without it melting, you get a point - and they then have to be the next one to go get the ice."

"The camera guys hate it," Carrie laughed. "But it makes long filming days so much more fun. We've got like half the cast and crew playing now."

"Yeah, the scoreboard in her dressing room's insane," Ethan added.

"So you've built an entire friendship around a game about ice cubes?" Vivien questioned with an amused quirk of her eyebrow.

"Pfft, no, we hang out all the time!" Ethan said.

"Yeah, believe it or not, Miles and I do voluntarily hang out with him when we're not running around after you guys," Carrie chuckled.

"To do what?" Vivien snorted.

"All sorts. We've had a few good movie nights lately 'cause we found out Ethan's got like the weirdest taste in movies ever; he's seen shit like 'Attack of the Crab Monsters', but not The Wizard of Oz."

"Well I have now, but it was fucking weird, man," came Ethan's review. "The scarecrow guy's face looked like it was melting off." Directing his next point at Vivien in particular, he departed his first bout of wisdom on her. "Not one to watch high, dudette, trust me."

"Noted," Vivien acknowledged.

"So yeah, we've had a couple of rogue movie nights if Ethan's been in charge of securing the projector reels," Carrie continued. "But other than that it's just like general, everyday stuff. At least for us, anyway. We don't really get much chance to properly plan stuff out - it kind of just happens. Like the other day, after work, Amber started trying to teach us all how to do one of her crazy yoga routines - we'd never have suggested that until we did it, but it was some of the most fun I've had in weeks."

"Yooo, I was so fucking good at it. I might get her to show me some more stuff next week; I really felt like I was tapping into something powerful with it."

"Oh it was powerful alright," Carrie acknowledged with a giggle. "Miles couldn't believe it - I haven't seen him laugh that hard since he watched you take 20 minutes to make that packet ramen."

"Look, I just have other skill sets to most people," Ethan retorted with a resigned sigh. But a fleeting memory soon had his confidence racing back. "You've gotta admit I was a key player in helping you wreck Eric's car though."

Vivien's jaw dropped to her purple sneakers. "I'm sorry, you did what now?"

The guilt was written all over Carrie's pretty little face. Knowing she had no leg to stand on if she attempted to deny it, thanks to Ethan's unending honesty, she caved with a sigh. "Ok, yeah, so we may have totaled Eric's sports car-"

"Fuck, it was so fun!" Ethan exclaimed. "Me, Amber, and Carrie went to town on that thing. And Julie-"

"Anyway," Carried quickly cut in, trying to change the topic of conversation.

But the disbelief glittering in Vivien's emerald eyes wasn't about to let her get off the hook so easily. "Oh no, I'm not going anywhere until I hear this story," she grinned eagerly.

Letting out a defeated huff, Carrie compromised. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you later. But not a word of it gets back to Miles, ok? Because he has no idea we were the ones responsible for that - and we need to keep it that way."

"Oh come on, why can't I hear it now?" Vivien asked, sticking Carrie with her classic puppy dog eyes for extra, black-mail-y effect.

But unlike her other half, Carrie wasn't so easily won over by the pleading. "Because we need to go practice," she fired back. "We've wasted enough time talking to this bozo already."

"It's not been a waste," Ethan indignantly replied. "I've had a great time."

"So have I," Vivien agreed with a chuckle. 

"And I'm very pleased for you both, but that doesn't change the fact that we need to rehearse. So hurry up and unlock the function room for us, tech boy," Carrie bossily snapped back despite her affectionate eye roll. 

"You see how she speaks to me?" Ethan snarkily muttered to Vivien as though behind the blonde's back. 

"I thought he was the sound guy for your TV show, what does that have to do with us rehearsing here?" Vivien asked, scanning the outside of the building for some sort of clue as to what the place even was.

"He is, but he's also the entertainment co-ordinator here, which means he's in charge of all the live music equipment, and the emcee for the night," Carrie explained as he stamped out the end of his joint with the toe of his boot. "So we're stuck with him all day, I'm afraid."

"I'm also your number one competition, so you'd better be fucking good," he retorted with another mischievous grin. "'Cause you've yet to beat us once."

"You've got a band too?" Vivien asked.

"Yeah - me, Miles, Donny, Rizzo and Desky. Don't let Carrie brainwash you about her bogus trio though, 'cause she can talk all she wants, but she knows she only put it together 'cause she was jealous of ours."

"You're so full of shit," Carrie retorted.

"Oh yeah? Then how come you've lost the crowd favourite vote to us every single time?" he cockily shot back. And when, for once, she didn't have a snapback at the ready: "That's what I thought. Fucking. Poser."

"Brag all you want, but we're gonna make you eat those words tonight now that we've got Viv on our side," Carrie coolly replied, sparing the brunette a smug smile.

"Oh shit, yeah," Ethan said, his competitiveness vanishing once he remembered the reason for his new friend's visit. "You're filling in as their drummer, right?"

"Yeah," Vivien confirmed, trying to hide the fact that her stomach did a backflip at the very thought. "At least that's the plan."

"Gnarly," he acknowledged with an impressed nod. "Where'd you learn to play?"

"My brother Riven taught me back when we were kids."

"Nice, you ever done any shows before or-?"

"Hello? What part of, 'we need to go practice', do you not understand?" Carrie cut in with a pointed glare in the stoner's direction.

"Uh, we're having a conversation here," Ethan countered, totally oblivious to her frustration.

"We actually have a band of our own with two of our friends that we've played a couple of shows for, yeah," Vivien carried on with a giggle at Carrie's expense.

"Oh really? No way!" Ethan exclaimed, seeming genuinely excited by the prospect.

"Yeah, and we write all our own songs."

"Seriously? That's so-"

"Guys!" Carrie tried again - one more stall away from stamping her platform go-go boot on the ground and throwing a toddler-style fit. "Come onnnn."

But yet again, Ethan wasn't bothered in the slightest by her rising irritation. In fact, he was rather irritated himself by her impatience. "Carrie - can't you see I'm talking to my new friend here? She has great knowledge to bestow, and I have much to learn - so quit interrupting; we're having bonding time. You're being rude."

"You can't pull the 'friend' card on me with Viv; she's like my little sister-" Carrie tried, but her indignant protests were drowned out by more of Ethan's senseless rambles.

"So, we'll circle back to the band thing later; I need to do some mental collage-work first, 'cause your canvas is feelin' a little blank, dudette," he began, leaning back against the brick wall and closing his eyes, as though to better visualise the 'memory version' of the brunette before him. Pressing a couple of fingers to his forehead, in an attempt to strengthen their cerebral connection, he continued, "We'll lay down some basics first. Quick-fire: name, birthday, last bone you broke."

Vivien had to bite back a laugh before responding: "Vivien O'Brian, August 22nd, and it was my wrist when I was 10."

Ethan's eyes peeled open, shining with intrigue. "No way, you've actually broken a bone?"

"Why are you so surprised? You asked," Vivien chuckled.

"'Cause most of these losers I ask don't do anything exciting enough to risk bodily harm," he snorted back, with a smug glance in Carrie's direction, relishing the steam that was practically rising from the top of her head. "How'd you break it then?"

"My skating partner dropped me," Vivien said, luckily able to look back on the memory with a more optimistic view than the other participant.

"'Skating partner'?" Ethan mused.

"Yeah, we're figure skaters - my friend Riven and I; the one who taught me to how to play the drums," she explained, catching on quickly that the more context clues she offered, the sooner they'd get to the point.

"What, like roller skating?" 

"No, ice skating," Vivien clarified with a giggle.

Ethan's eyes glazed over in understanding. "Ohhh, right. Like ice hockey."

"No, not like ice hockey," Carrie cut in with an exasperated sigh, trying to break it down as simply as she could. "Figure skating. It's like ice dancing. Think the winter olympics - lots of twirling - little dresses-"

"Ohhh, no way! You do all those crazy jumps and shit?" Ethan exclaimed - finally catching on.

"Yeah," Vivien acknowledged. "At least three times a week, usually."

"At the olympics?" he asked, genuine amazement coating every word.

"No, we're not at olympic level," she chuckled, deciding to forgo the explanation that the olympics, at most, happen 3 times a decade. "Not yet, anyway. Our coach is working us towards it though, so who knows? Maybe one day."

"Holy fuck, we're talking to a future olympian, Carrie," Ethan enthused, bumping the blonde's arm in an attempt to share the excitement with her. But when she just rolled her eyes, yet failed to hold back her smile, he continued. "Do you do other competitions and stuff though? Or do you just like practising and doing it for fun?"

"No, we compete. I've got like a whole shelf of trophies in my room," Vivien said, poorly stifling a laugh as Ethan's eyes grew wider still. "We're the reigning national champs for our age bracket."

"Woahhhh, far out, man," he breathed. "That's awesome!" Thumping Carrie's arm again, this time a touch harder to coincide with his growing excitement, he gave her another aside, "Yo, Carrie, we're talking to like a legit celebrity here." 

Vivien didn't know what she ended up laughing harder at, Ethan's genuine awe at her achievements, or Carrie's deadpan look of resignation. Those blue eyes of hers looked like they could have melted steel.

Snorting out a laugh of his own at the blonde's expression, he turned back to Vivien with a smirk. "That never gets old," he grinned, evidently well-versed in teasing Carrie about her level of fame. "Anyway, enough about her; she gets more than enough attention. What other cool, hidden talents are you hiding under those glasses?"

"I don't know, I don't think anything else really counts as a talent," Vivien downplayed. "I've taken a few archery lessons, I like going and exploring abandoned buildings-"

"Woah, woah, woah, 'abandoned buildings'?" Ethan questioned - bloodshot eyes once again sparking to life. "What the hell? You're so cool. She's so cool," he said, turning to see if Carrie was sharing in his bewilderment too. "How the fuck did you end up dating Miles' lame-ass little brother? No offence, but like-"

"Ethan," Carrie scolded.

"No, come on, not in like a mean way; he sounds great - I'd protect him with my life - but like, all I ever hear from Miles is that he fucking reads nerdy library books," he attempted to justify.

"Well I like reading too, you know," Vivien countered with a teasing smirk. 

"Yeah, but you still seem to have a life," Ethan retorted, with all the social graces of an ox. The hearty laugh Vivien let out in response soon had him back to grinning like an idiot though. "Yo, why's Miles kept us apart for so long? You're awesome - we've got such a good energy going here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, why has Miles kept us apart?" Vivien agreed, looking to Carrie for some sort of explanation.

Begrudgingly rejoining the conversation, she explained with a teasing smirk at the stoner's expense. "Because you're a terrible influence - I speak from experience. He's gonna kill me when he finds out I've introduced you two without his supervision." But then she turned her attention to the younger brunette. "And because the second you see them both together, his cover as the somewhat responsible adult looking after you kids is gonna be blown out the water."

"Oh come on, how bad can he be?" Vivien laughed.

"It's not bad, necessarily - it's just that when they're together, and you're not around, all responsibilities go out the window, and the 22 years of pent-up stupidity are unleashed," Carrie explained with a laugh of her own.

Grinning mischievously, Vivien said, "In that case, I can't wait for his shift to end."

"Yeah, which is gonna be soon if we don't hurry up and get our asses inside," Carrie said, shooting Ethan with another pointed look.

"Huh? D'you hear something, Viv?" Ethan asked his new protege, intentionally blanking the steadily seething blonde.

"Ethan, come onnnn, please," Carrie pleaded, bouncing on the balls of her feet like an impatient child. "You can continue this while we're setting up."

"Weather's pretty nice this morning, huh? Not too humid, not-"

"Fine, I'll just have to kick the door down," Carrie resigned, hiding her smirk behind his back. "I hope no one's left their guitar lying around where it could get damaged if-"

Whirling around with a look of pure horror, Ethan muttered a sombre, almost warning, "Don't even joke about that; you know she's my baby."

"You play the guitar?" Vivien questioned.

"'Play's putting it lightly; I think I can noddle away on that thing better than I can talk," Ethan snorted.

"Like that's hard," Carrie teasingly retorted before continuing. "As much stick as I've given him this morning, he is really good on that guitar," she went on to acknowledge with a genuine smile. "Riven, Miles, and Butchy can talk all they want, but they're not a patch on this guy - I think if he wasn't so mentally stunted he'd be considered some sort of prodigy or something."

"You know, you can just give me a genuine compliment," he said, frowning slightly at her friendly jab. 

"I know… I'll start when you start," she retorted with a smirk he soon reciprocated, before shaking his head and letting out another snort of laughter.

"Ok, we'll stick with this; we've got a nice thing going here, why ruin it?"

Grinning at the pair of old friends, and the way Carrie squeezed him into a hug from the side, Vivien's ever-active brain started formulating a new idea - one that would hopefully get her in the good books of both cartoon-cliches come-to-life. "Well, if you're this good on the guitar I've obviously gotta hear it for myself," she prompted, drawing the brunet's attention back to her.

"Shoot, of course, I'd love to play something with you - you know any-?" Ethan began to gush, shoving Carrie away from his side in favour of chattering away to the brunette again.

"Don't we need to get into the function room first though?" she asked, sparing a quick glance at a suddenly very excited Carrie.

"Oh shit, yeah. You shoulda just said, Viv. I'll go unlock it for us," Ethan chuckled as though the concept was entirely new - sending Carrie's eyes to the heavens again. 

But the blonde's groan of frustration was drowned out by Vivien's optimistic giggle, as she teasingly mumbled under her breath, "See? That wasn't so hard."

"You two are really gonna make me regret introducing you both, huh?" she said with a weary chuckle of her own as Ethan disappeared into the building.

"On the contrary; I think we're gonna have more fun than ever," Vivien laughed back. "I need to see more of this 'wild' side he brings out of you. First I find out you're bi. Now I find out you smoke weed and could go down for criminal damages to your ex's car with that…thing. I feel like I barely even knew you before."

Carrie just chuckled to herself at the teenager's amazement. "I did try to tell you I was more than just Miles' girlfriend."

"What else are you hiding now? Surely there can't be more," Vivien demanded. "Are you gonna introduce me to your secret three-year-old or something?"

"Eww, no," she laughed. "Just be patient, you'll find out when you're ready," she smirked with a confident mystique Vivien could only have dreamed of. "I've gotta keep at least some of the mystery alive."

Before Vivien could press the older girl for any further clues though, a bedraggled head of shoulder-length brown hair appeared in the dark doorway. "Come on, Ice Pop. It's all unlocked."

Vivien looked from Ethan to Carrie and back again, perplexed. "Ice Pop?"

"Yeah, Ice Pop," Ethan simply confirmed, with a dopey grin.

"Nicknames are kind of his thing," Carrie explained, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in to inform the brunette. "It's just how his little pea-brain works. And once he's settled on one for you, you're kind of stuck with it - unfortunately," she added, thinking back to the months of convincing it took to get him to stop calling her 'Coleslaw'.

"Why 'Ice Pop'?" Vivien questioned - as amused, and fascinated, by the guy's thought process as ever.

"'Cause you ice skate," he explained as though it was obvious. "And you're wearing purple - you've actually just got like a purple vibe."

"What does purple have to do with ice pops though?" she asked.

"Well the purple ones are my favourite, and you're my favourite ice skater, so…" he replied, miming the fusion of ideas with his hands for added effect. "Ice Pop."

Poorly holding back her flattered, yet still slightly amused grin, Vivien tried to protest. "You've never even seen me skate."

"Minor details," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "You're the only one I know by name though - so, you don't have a lot of competition. But that still makes you my favourite."

All the skating talk was lost on Carrie, but there was something about the conversation that caught her attention: "The purple one's are your favourite? They taste like ass."

"Probably why they're my favourite," he snorted as Carrie just wrinkled her nose. Not wanting to delay the imminent jam session any longer, he quickly turned back to Vivien though, managing to catch her attention between her hearty laughs. "What do you say then? You like it?"

"Yeah, I like it," she grinned, warmth spreading throughout her chest as she watched the stoner's eyes glow with appreciation.

"Sweet," he breathed, holding her gaze for a beat before beckoning her towards the wooden archway in the brickwork. "Come on then, Ice Pop. Welcome to The Grapefruit."

Following a nod of approval from Carrie, who promptly trailed behind her, Vivien let Ethan lead her through a bead curtain and into a dimly lit, oak-panelled hallway. The floor almost immediately dropped into a stairwell, lined with black and white photos of musicians, and prints of various fruits in the same assorted shades of orange, yellow, and green from the beads at the entrance.

As they descended, Vivien, as talkative as ever, especially now that she was more at ease around the guy, decided to start probing Ethan for more details. "So if I'm Ice Pop, and Carrie's Carrie-oke - does Miles have a nickname?"

"Nah, you can't improve upon perfection," Ethan sighed, grabbing the railings of the staircase and launching himself down the last four steps. "I do have a 'government name' I call him though when he needs me to talk some sense into him," he continued after landing with a thud in front of a two-way corridor.

"Which is?" Vivien prompted as they turned to the left and reached another door.

"Miles per Gallon, Miles per Hour, Miles from Anywhere - there's a couple variations," he replied as he pulled a bunch of keys from his back pocket and started working on the lock. "Just depends on my mood."

"Oh my god, I can't wait for him to get here," Vivien giggled. She didn't know what she was laughing harder at: Ethan's nicknames for her honorary big brother, or what she imagined his face would look like when he realised she now knew about them. 

"Well, in the meantime, make yourself comfy. 'Cause it sounds like you're gonna be here a while," Ethan chuckled as he pushed the door open and stepped aside to let her enter first. "Behold: your performance space for the evening."

As Vivien stepped into the room, that same surreal feeling she got the first time she set foot in the Wet Side Story world flooded through her - it felt like a dream, like everything would disappear in a puff of smoke if she touched it. But as her sneakers met scuffed, wooden floorboards, she stayed very much in one piece - as did everything else around her. The wood-panelled walls continued into what she now understood was an underground bar - but, despite the lack of sunlight, it was far from dingy. The overhead lights bathed everything in a soft, golden light, which complimented the room's colour scheme perfectly. The same shades of rust orange, mustard yellow, and olive green from the beaded curtain at the entrance clung to the upholstery and decorations - and yet brighter pops of colour, in line with the bar's citrussy namesake, made the whole room come to life. The earthy tones, mismatched furniture and clashing patterns made it feel so quintessentially 60s, but that just made Vivien love it even more - even if it did smell vaguely like stale beer. 

"Hold up, how old is she? D'you think I'm allowed to have let her in here if she's not 21?" Ethan asked Carrie as the pair followed Vivien into the function room. 

"It's not like you're gonna serve her any alcohol, she's just here to perform," Carrie said, brushing off his concern with ease. "And besides, if she wants anything she can just sneak some of mine," she added with a mischievous grin the stoner quickly shared.

"Yeah, what am I even saying? Since when did I start giving a shit about following the rules?" he snorted, pocketing his keys and crashing onto the nearest, faded leather couch.

"Alright then, Viv," Carrie continued, stepping up behind the teenager, who was still gazing around the room in wonder. And yet it wasn't until the blonde put her hands on her shoulders and steered her towards the centre of the room that she even noticed the sprawling stage - complete with mic stands, a dusty piano, several guitar amps and that all-important drum-kit. "You ready to take her for a spin?"

Vivien's first instinct told her 'absolutely not', but there was something about the warmth in Carrie's hopeful smile, and Ethan's earnest encouragements, still fresh in her mind, that gave her pause. Maybe she could do this after all; they certainly seemed to think she could. And she wasn't going to get over this stage fright without trying, so she might as well give it a go with a supportive audience - a rather unconventional, supportive audience; but one that, given her newfound fondness of the pair, and their apparent abundance of love for her in return, one that she wouldn't have traded for anything.

[destinyc1020]

Loving all this content and I know they were together right up until z had to start press but we were so spoiled all of last year seeing them together so often just living their best lives together taking time off I’m not used to not seeing them or getting lots of sightings I mean we haven’t seen them together so far yet this year like the last time was London before Christmas right at the children’s hospital and at the play with his family. Maybe after z is finished press but then she probs has press for challengers amongst all her other stuff she probs has going on, and with Tom now doing a show on the west end he is probs likely to be in London for a while now with rehearsals and then the 12 weeks it’s gonna run for. I feel like we are gonna be so starved of seeing them together for a while haha I better get used to it

Ahhh yes Anon....2023 was PEAK Tomdaya Content! 😁

It was a whole"Tomdaya Mood" for sure 😊

But now, the vacation is over, and they're just getting back to work again! 😊 After several months of a drought from ALL actors due to the strikes, I'm actually glad to see them getting back to work. 🥰

I miss seeing them together too Anon, but let's not count out the WHOLE entire year just yet lol. 😅 We're only in the month of Feb lol. We might get a lot of GREAT content this year! 👏🏾

Don't be so hopeless just cuz they're getting back to work. 😊

We will see them together again soon! ❤️ I know they must miss each other tremendously.

I think we were def spoiled in 2023 lol. 😆 But let me tell you, some of you all would NOT have survived the dog days of the 1.0 era with all of the gaslighting, droughts, uncertainty, and CRUMBS that the rest of us had to survive on for YEARS!! 😩😭😅

[banqanas]

happy taiki day!!!!🥰🌻 in honor of taiki's birthday pls tell me your 3 favorite things about taiki :3

As a professional Fantaro I will put my differences aside and properly oshi Taiki for once.

1) when they were at Okinawa for Summer Bike mv shooting, Taiki bought matching hawaii shirts for KetoSota. It made me realise that Taiki's the one who has been raising them as twins so I love him for that

2) I love how he's always gives Keito hugs and is the first one who always laughs at Keito's hit-or-miss gags

3) I love that Taiki has more or less, been looking after Keito ever since he was a kid. Keito is a very easily influenced boy who has always been mimicking whatever Taiki is into. I don't think Keito would be the specialest most wonderful boy he is right now if it wasn't for Taiki's influence through his childhood, and for that, he has my sincerest thanks

Okay, okay, here’s my real answer:

- he's very hardworking, it’s hard not to like him when you see how sincere he is to his work. It's amazing how he works on multiple tv shows on top of having rehearsals, shootings, interviews or studying languages. He always mentions how he didn't have a lot fun memories when he was a student because he's always working part time to afford his classes in EXPG. He’s probably a masochist. He's almost hitting the 30's so hopefully he takes care of his body properly (especially his heavily bleached hair)

- his SNS posts. Not only does he updates all his different SNS accounts daily, prepares different contents for different sites, he also puts different languages in his posts too. He always puts a lot of thoughts into his SNS posts, they look very professional. He mentioned that other group's managers have come to him asking how he does this or that or the apps he uses. I really appreciate how much he visibly works hard to spread Fanta's name. I think it's because of how good he is at the front that Sekai can focus on them from behind the scenes

- he's literally a genius. Becoming EXILE's youngest member when he only had around 3 years of dancing experience just shows how he's naturally talented. He's also good at communicating and making connections with people around him regardless of senpai or kouhai (as someone who's struggling at this irl, it is amazing to see how Taiki does it). as expected of Sotasota's mentor. Also if you mention any EXILE or Fanta song, he can remember it and sing in a heartbeat. It’s scary how much of an otaku he is

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hey there! I absolurely love your stuff and I was wondering if you'd be willing to do something with Thorn, maybe with " why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "? I just really need the love from my favorite underrated boi 🥺 However if you can't it's totally okay ❤❤

Thornnnn! I think I made myself fall in love with him while writing this 🥰 lol

Commander Thorn x reader | 1.2k words

Content: Hurt/comfort, reader has some self-image issues, but Thorn is a lovesick puppy and so very comforting

It was no secret how enamored Thorn was with you. He practically sung your praises with wide, adoring eyes every time you were together. You hadn't minded in the early days of your relationship; in fact, you'd eaten it up. You'd been starved of attention for a while until then. You had such few friends and your family was... well, out of the picture. So to have a new boyfriend - dashing and sincere - pay you compliments? It'd been quite the treat.

But his admiration seemed to only increase, in both frequency and complexity. One day you were gorgeous, the next you were a breathtaking wonder. One day you had lips playfully pecking the blush on your cheeks, and the next he was fervently breathing in every inch of you as if you were the all air he needed to exist.

It was too much.

You felt yourself growing apprehensive toward his affections. Finding ways to keep yourself too busy to properly see him. Hanging up the phone before he could squeeze in any parting praises. And when that still didn't seem to do the trick, when he continued to find ways to devote himself to you, you started rehearsing a breakup speech in the shower.

You just couldn't enjoy his attention, not when you so deeply believed you were not worthy of it. Those nice little butterflies you'd felt in the beginning had only represented a moment of eager ignorance. For a brief time, you'd forgotten your flaws, all the reasons why you didn't deserve to be loved. And that was okay, you supposed. It was a needed reprieve. But now you were over-indulging. Now it was selfish and wrong. You were taking too much. It wasn't fair to him, for such a good, passionate person to be misled like this. Maybe one day he'd wake up and recognize the mistake on his own. But you couldn't let any more time pass. You would save him from the pain.

You would set him free.

Thorn's confusion was palpable as you went through your practiced speech. Wide, unblinking eyes. Tense jaw and careful breathing. He clung to every word you said and you could almost see the wheels turning in his mind, working over-time to dissect and analyze and comprehend their meaning. The air in the room felt thicker, dense with shock and woe. You gulped, preparing for your final statement.

"I know you don't understand right now," you said with your eyes trained on his chest, just beneath his stare. "But soon you'll see. You'll be grateful you didn't waste any more time."

"Waste?" Thorn finally found his voice, almost choking out the word. "You think... that's what this has been? A waste of time?"

You were hoping you could slip away while he was still dumbfounded, but alas, you'd have to try going off script. With luck, you could still keep your own emotions together for it.

"You deserve so much more, Thorn. I'm not going to be the one to keep holding you back."

The man seemed to snap out of his tense revere, his head shaking in denial while his fists clenched and unclenched sporadically. "Sweetheart... wha... I don't... what are you even saying? How could you think that?"

"It's the truth. You are so good, and strong, and noble, and just... wonderful. You need to be with someone who can be all of those things for you, too."

"But you are--"

"I'm not, Thorn." You could feel your throat restrict. You needed to get away before you made an even bigger mess.

Thorn must have sensed you about to retreat as he rushed forward and grabbed your shoulders, desperately saying your name to get you to look at him. "I have not been wasting my time with you, sweetheart. I love you. Okay? I love you."

"No." It was too much. You squeezed your eyes shut, as if the act of no longer seeing him would make this all disappear. "You need to love someone else. Someone better."

His hands released your shoulders suddenly. You opened your eyes just in time to see him do a little spin.

"Why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love?"

Thorn never got angry with you. And it wasn't that he was yelling at you now. He was frustrated, exasperated, and the feeling was forcing its way out of him.

Now it was your turn to be stunned and he took in the sight of your frozen form for a moment before he finally sighed and ran a hand across his face. He was trying to get control of himself again, but you could tell his heart was still racing and his eyes were still full of desperation to stop you from leaving.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he finally asked. It wasn't the kind of question you'd expected. You gulped and shook your head.

"You think I'm a liar?"

"No..." you whispered.

"I have poor judgment?"

"Of course not..."

"I'm not trustworthy?"

You paused and finally brought your eyes up to meet his. "I trust you."

He held your gaze for a while, his features growing soft, forgetting the previous outburst of frustration. Finally he took a careful step forward.

"Then... you should believe me," he emphasized every word, "when I say you are worthy of my love. Right?"

You took in a shaky breath, unable to bashfully look away this time.

"Right?" he asked again, bringing up a hand to gently cup your face. "If you trust me, if you think I'm smart enough to figure out good people from bad ones, if you believe all these things about me, then you have to believe I'm not blindly or... or... foolishly mistaking you for someone you're not. I'm making a choice here, sweetheart. I'm choosing to love you."

You weren't sure at what point the tears had started falling down your cheeks. Thorn swept them up as quickly as they came with his thumb, until soon there was too much to stop. His other arm wound around and brought you toward him, toward his calm warmth. You weren't sobbing, but you let the tears run down in quiet streams and you rested your head against his chest.

"I love you," he said softly into your hair. "And I wish you could see yourself the way I do."

You lifted your head to look up at him again, trying to find any sign this was an illusion or a dream. He seemed too good to be real, and yet, here he was, holding you tightly and looking at you with so many steady promises of love and support and kindness in his eyes. 

And sitting within the intimate space between you was a question. A choice that you would now have to make, as he had made his.

"Give me time," you responded to him as you nestled back against his chest. "Some day I will."

If this was a dream, then perhaps all those ugly things you thought about yourself were just a figment of your imagination as well....

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[because-its-eurovision]

I can't believe that UMK is tomorrow already, I feel like I've been anticipating it for so so long and now it's suddenly here O.O Do you know what I mean? Also I love the gifs that you made :) (both of umk and blind channel :D) Hope you had a nice day <3

Yes!! We got weeks and weeks of almost nothing and then suddenly it's everything at once 😭 I wish UMK released more material about the rehearsals or outfits or stage plans during longer period of time and not just the week & night before. And why did BC have to release their new song at the same time, I'm drowning in content which is ofc the best problem to have, but 💀 I'm happy you like the gifs, I had fun making them 🥰

[thespectrespecss]

MONDAY CURRENTLY VOL. 6

Well, would you look at that-- we're here again after a month. Here's to finding spaces to write, reflect, share, and yap! haha It's been such an eventful month, and I have so much to talk about, but I still have a lot of "backlogs" to write about. I should probably save it as drafts to remind me I have something to write about. That or they'll all just be left on drafts, never to be published. HAHA

Anyway, here's our Monday Currently! ✨

reading 1 Corinthians 13. I'm not really sure if I'm chapters behind our New Testament reading plan or if I'm a chapter ahead, but this chapter will always have fresh revelations for me every time I read it. You know, Love is Patient; Love is Kind? Different revelations in every season. 🥰 So far, this season is my favorite 🧡

writing my journal entry for today. I have been journaling my day out of verses that are being highlighted to me, which has changed the tone and direction of my prayers for the past 4 weeks. It's more centered on the truth than what I feel. It's more comforting knowing that there's a word in my situation. It feels like finding the perfect Taylor Swift song for your current love life status.

listening to my made-for-you playlist on Spotify (day list), I love how Spotify has been curating my day list for me. It's always songs to worship God with or kpop soft beats or disney songs. Thanks, Spotify. haha

thinking about what else God has for me this season. I've been feeling so fille with his love recently-- through my friends, pretty skies, secular songs, or even just flowers.

smelling lavender-scented candles. there have been so many flies recently; it's so annoying. Google says lavender repels flies, so I'm glad a friend gave me a homemade scented candle for my birthday last February. The smell is keeping me calm as well.

wishing praying for all things Kids Big Day Out to be accomplished victoriously this week. Wuw. I'm really just a little jittery about all the preparations. I feel like I need to remember something when I don't even know what I forgot. Praying God comes through in all things!

hoping for good morning weather tomorrow to easily book angkas and I won't be late.

wearing Counterculture merch and shorts. I was wearing this going to the Worship Team rehearsals earlier. Went there as head coordinator for experience... not as part of Worship team. haha

loving God's tangible presence of his love. I love LOVE. I'm in love with love. I've been crying happy tears just taking all the love in-- my friends, my leaders, my family, and my God's thick presence. I'm in awe of how this season is turning out to be; just pure contentment but still very much expectant.

wanting for myself to decide. awuw. djk. I'm just waiting for God's movement in all areas of my life. Baka may mag chat na, may magmessage bigla, may tumawag, may chumika. hahaha

needing more time and space to write a blog about Bohol, getting on staff, graduation, year 2 appreciation, and even mentorship highlights. dami daldal!

feeling so kilig with God. Surreal kilig. Haaay, love you, God.

[onmywaytonarnia]

@angry-pinscher nominated me, so here we goooo

Tea, coffee or soda?

Mostly soda, occasionally tea and I don't like coffee but drink it constantly.

Cats or dogs?

Cats, hands down. Love them. Dogs are adorable too, but when it comes to what I'd like as a pet, I'll choose cats every time.

Can you play an instrument?

Kinda? I sing and the voice is sorta an instrument, right?

I also play a bit of ukulele, guitar and keyboard, but never learned either.

What's your sign?

Sagittarius.

First song lyrics that pop in your head?

We're aaaaall in thiiiiis togeeether, once we know that we are, we're all stars and we seeeeee that...

Do you have any tattoos?

Yup. Seven: one on each ankle side, one right on my foot, one on my stomach and one above my elbow crease.

Favorite place you've traveled?

Ummm probably London, I love seeing musicals and I've made pretty nice memories there.

What's the last movie you watched?

Tricky, I watch so much content all the damn time hehe... BUT the last one I distinctively remember is "Everything Everywhere All At Once". SO GOOD!!!

Edit: actually, it was "Star Wars: A New Hope", which I watched for the FIRST TIME with my boyfriend hehe

Do you have any hobbies?

Yeah, plenty! I just wish I had more time to pursue all of them hehe... I do love acting for theater and musicals tho and am in rehearsals for two performances atm.

Also I spend wayyy too much time on social media - dunno if that counts as a hobby tho.

What languages do you speak?

English obvi, German is my first language and I've learned some Spanish via school and uni courses. Also took a few lessons of Romanian, pursued Finnish via Duolingo to impress my sister (which did not work) and am trying to learn some Polish because that's my boyfriend's native language.

You can hang out with any fictional character for an hour, who is it?

An hour isn't enough time to really get to know somebody. So imma have to choose Toothless of HTTYD-fame because I wanna spend that short hour riding a cute dragon!

Compliment yourself

Hey Sära, you're badass and it's really brave of you to be so unapologetically yourself most of the time!

Aight. I forgot who I tagged last time and I dunno if you wanna do another tag game (I love talking about myself but that doesn't mean y'all have to), but if you wanna do it, feel free to tag me so I'll see your responses! 🥰

[moonlightdreamzz]

First Date with Kakashi Hatake.

→ request: “Can you pls pls pls do some first date headcannons with how the first date with Kakashi, Shikamaru, and Gaara would be? fem!reader? Like how they feel and what they would plan?”

→ authors note: i started with kakashi and it ended up getting so long I decided to just do all of them separately!! muah! 🥰

First and foremost, let’s discuss how long it took him to even ask you out.

He had liked you — damn near loved you — for so long now, but he also felt like you were way out of his league.

I mean, you were the full package. Calculated, out of this world gorgeous, and so sweet. You also had the prettiest laugh. Your heart was so pure that he was 100% convinced that you could cure any disease and provide world peace with it if need be.

Everything about you was what he was missing, but he was also content with just being your friend — your comrade. He was kind of broken, and you didn’t deserve that. Even with all the admirers he had, he never got the hype.

It took damn near the whole village reassuring him that he was Kakashi Hatake, the hottest ninja ever, before he found the courage to finally say nine simple words to you — “Would like to go out on a date sometime?”

He didn’t want to plan too much, as he was already so nervous. Too much on the itinerary would cause his brain to overload, which meant he would likely say something stupid to you, and then you would run away and never talk to him again. He couldn’t have that.

So, he decided on Ichiraku. Good food, good vibes, and a chance to show you he wasn’t as boring as everyone tried to make him seem. He can be fun! He’s worthy of this opportunity!

Unfortunately, he spent so much time rehearsing his lines and making sure he smelt good in all the right places, that he didn’t realize that he should’ve left fifteen minutes ago.

He liked you so much, to the point where he would legitimately think about you all day. How could he mess this up before it even started? Now, he wouldn’t even have time to pick you up some flowers. He had planned everything so well, but of course he ruined it.

“I’m so sorry.” He says with sorrow written all over his face when he finally arrives. You can see the pure guilt even with his signature mask covering his face. “Today was hectic and—

“And you got lost on the path of life.” You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes before taking his hand and leading him to take a seat in the restaurant.

He chuckles, but he still feels extremely guilty. She probably thinks I’m not serious. He repeats to himself over and over again.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind—he wouldn’t be surprised if that was another talent of yours. “It’s okay, Kashi.” You speak softly, “You know that I know you, don’t you? I just got here myself.” You laugh. That beautiful laugh of yours that made butterflies grow inside of his tummy every time.

After this, he calms down a bit. For the rest of the night he works his magic on you, and he realizes the two of you have so much in common. Favorite foods, preferred training methods, love for dogs, and his favorite…an admiration of Icha Icha.

He has decided the two of you will be married after this realization, no joke.

The two of you stay at the small food spot until they have to verbally beg you to leave, and even then, you still have a few more laughs and subtle touches before deciding to let the old man close.

“I really really enjoyed tonight, Kakashi Sensei.” You mock his subordinates in an innocent voice.

He can’t help but feel every nerve in his body get weak at your little pet name for him. He was so dirty minded. He really needed to lay off the books. All he could do on the outside is chuckle nervously as his cheeks became a tinted pink.

He begins to lose himself in his thoughts again when he feels your hand grab his own. He swore he was about to melt.

This feeling; your hand in his as the two of you stroll around the leaf village — it felt so perfect. He wanted this, you, so badly. Maybe even for the rest of his life.

When the two of you finally make it to your home, and trust that the two of you walked as slow as possible, you stand awkwardly — a clear sign that you didn’t want the night to end yet, but neither of you knew of a way to stay in the others presence.

“Y/N.” Kakashi finally breaks the silence, looking everywhere but in your eyes. “Thank you. I haven’t felt so free and happy in…a really long time.”

“Me neither.” You smile, your cheeks burning from the intensity of it all. Was this really happening? Kakashi Hatake, the man who made you weak in the knees every time he was near you, standing on your porch and holding your hand after your first date? Are you dreaming?

You were doing a fine job pretending you weren’t out of your mind nervous, but you could barely breathe.

You can’t help it, and neither can he. The both of you scoot closer together before he can feel your cool breath hitting his own. It’s like he no longer has control over his body when he pulls his mask down and allows lips connect to yours while his admiration for you explodes throughout his body.

His arms wrap themselves around your waist, and your arms find themselves around his neck, the both of you pulling each other in as close as possible. Fireworks are setting off inside of both of you as your lips mold together, and you’re pulling him towards your door as his tounge slips into your mouth when he stops.

“Are you okay?” You question immediately. Your insecurities begin to take over, leaving you to wonder if you were a bad kisser, or maybe he realized that he didn’t have this much fun with you.

“I’m…I’m perfect.” He responds, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips once more. “It’s just…I really like you, Y/N. And I want to follow you inside and show you just how much, but that wouldn’t be special. And special is what you deserve because you’re beyond that description to me.”

He begins to back away, an innocent smile on his face as he pulls his mask back up. “I will prove myself worthy of you, Y/N L/N.” He proclaims, winking at you. “I have to go on a short mission tomorrow, but when I get back, can I see you again?”

“You can see me whenever you want, Kakashi Hatake.” You whisper as your eyes well up with baby tears. You had never been spoken to in such a poetic way. You could feel his genuine care for you. “Just promise me you mean what you say…you know about how much you like me? Because I like you too. I always have.”

“I promise, beautiful. See you soon.” Are his final words before he disappears, and you sit and stare at where he just stood hoping and wishing he would reappear.

When Kakashi gets home, he can’t sleep. He can’t even pick up an Icha Icha book to reread for the fiftieth time. All he can think about is how he can’t wait to see you again. Being with you feels so warm, like a blanket that just dried on the hottest day in the village. He too, played it cool infront of you like the skilled shinobi he is, but he couldn’t help but let out a little squeal when he replayed the night over in his head.

Maybe…just maybe he deserved something good. Maybe this time, it would work out.