#because i had to get the enchanted one from her instagram

[evermoredeluxe]

i love the eras tour cincinnati photographs So Much, taylor hill did such an amazing job

#taylor gets a set of extra photos than the ones uploaded? or rather the full set of photos? #because i had to get the enchanted one from her instagram #actually writing that down feels dumb because ofc she does like duh #arshia talks

[ttpdsargeant]

lacy

oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

part 1 part 2

having to watch his ex with his teammate, he starts to get jealous. however, he knows he can’t do anything about it because he knows he’s the one who ruined everything.

it’s loosely based on lacy by olivia rodrigo but from lando’s perspective if that makes sense. also first bit of non social media writing pls be nice😪😪 (this is about 2 weeks after invisible string)

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yourusername, enchanted, out now🤍

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user1, “forcing laughter faking smiles” this is so 2022 lando & y/n coded i love when she gets shady

carmenmmundt, prettiest girl with the prettiest voice🫶🫶

⤷ yourusername, miss you sm💗💗

user2, this night is sparkling😭😭don’t you let it go😭😭i’m wonderstruck😭😭blushing all the way home😭😭

⤷ user3, best chorus ever i fear

lilymhe, GORGEOUS SONG GORGEOUS GIRL I LOVE IT

⤷ yourusername, I LOVE U🫶🫶

user4, IM NEVER RECOVERING FROM THIS LEAVE ME ALONE

user5, please!! don’t!! be!! in!! love!! with!! someone!! else!! please!! don’t!! have!! somebody!! waiting!! on!! you!!

⤷ user6, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oscarpiastri, stop it i’m blushing

⤷ yourusername, good🫶🫶

user7, cutest couple in the world i think

user8, lando liked this why am i scared

lando had heard the song. of course he had, how could he not? it was on the radio, on every social media app, it was everywhere.

it didn’t help that it was about his teammate either because people wouldn’t stop going on about it in interviews.

he knew he was the one who messed everything up, so he knew you would move on soon enough. there was no reason for him to be jealous. after all, he told you he never loved you; was that a lie?

going into mclaren’s hospitality, he wasn’t really expecting you and oscar to be there. he tried to push down the jealousy but he couldn’t help glaring from afar.

neither of you even noticed that he entered, meaning he was free to stare. max, however, noticed him doing anything but looking away from you two.

“mate, you really need to move on,” he spoke, catching lando’s attention. “it’s been 6 months and you’re the one that broke up with her.”

sighing, lando covered his face with his hands. “i know. i messed it up, but why does it have to be him?”

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ynupdates, lando and y/n via mclaren’s instagram story😭😭admin just gets messier and messier

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user1, NO WAY YOURE KIDDING

user2, they look like kids who got caught doing something bad😭😭

⤷ user3, they were def caught off guard

user4, where was oscar omg

user5, they’re literally 🧍🧍‍♀️

user6, first ynlando picture in 6 months nobody move

⤷ user7, this is insane right after enchanted

user8, begging people to not ship them again no one forget how cutsie oscar and her are pls

this is lowkey short and kinda sucks but it’s fiiiine. also i made girly a singer cause i don’t want her job to just be wag yk so here we are

#f1 smau #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x reader #f1 #lando norris #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #lando norris smau #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #f1 angst

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SUMMARY: Life was easy until you meet the eye candy of your life and the adventure with him is a hell of ride, but there is certain someone who seems to get hurt in this.

PAIRINGS: Gynecologist Jungkook X reader ft. bartender yoongi

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

A/N: lol I see no one wants to get tagged in this when I posted the snippet but anyway the tag list is open, and please guys don't let this flop; [ I worked really hard to get motivated enough and write, and this a series and this the first part.✨smut will be there eventually ✨

Note : this is inspired by a web series and I’m GONNA EDIT IT , I’m not gonna make it a whole ass 3 season containing 10-12 episodes per season and I felt like I could do something with this series. Thankyou

Your surroundings suddenly felt hot, the interns did a great job explaining the project to the clients sitting in front of you. The air conditioner did a shit job of keeping the surroundings but it's just you because you see your other intern rubbing her palms under the table.

The meeting was about to end and just when you were about to get up from the chair to leave the hall, the intern called out your name just so you could brief out the entire thing and thank the clients, grabbing on the metal stick you stand in the place where your intern was speaking.

"I hereby extensively elaborate on the profile success of our company, we all can see the numbers of shares growing quickly, see for yourselves" You point to the whiteboard where the graph was made, your company making progress in these past years.

"We can be a great profit for the leading country, sir, I hope you can see the numbers growing live" You then point to the laptop which has a live count of people buying the shares from the company, in the middle while everyone was focused you undo some of the buttons of your red satin shirt and mutter about the poor air conditioner "why am I so damn hot?"

Just when you were about to continue you see Mr. Jeon sitting on one of the chairs that too naked, just in his Calvin Klein boxers, what the fuck? "Yes Ms. Kim, why are you so damn hot?" Jungkook says he rises from his seat climbs over the desk and walks towards you.

you can see the client in shock and eye him, while he climbs down from the table your doctor "Mr. Jeon" is in front of you, his eight packs abs and muscular biceps all out to see, just when you are registering about his details, he picks up the glass of water on the table and drops it all over the neck and you hiss at the cold feeling.

Jungkook scurries the files away from the table and picks you up so you can sit on the table, your shirt is then unbuttoned by him, and he lays soft kisses and slowly bends you down completely until your back is pressed on the table.

Beep beep beep

A loud beep of your alarm drags you out of the dream and you gasp and sit up "fuck did I just have a wet dream about my doctor?" you mutter and grab your phone to off the alarm, you check the number of notifications you had overnight and stumble upon the "doctor's appointment" reminder.

Gasping for the second time now you scurry away from the bed to get a nice warm shower and head to the mister ever so sexy man your doctor "Jeon Jungkook".

"It's itchy lately, hasn't got better since last week" You talk to the man who is between your legs while you keep trying to not moan while checking your vagina. "You may get dressed now and it looks completely fine, and I can't see any infection" Jungkook says and stands straight and moves to his chair right behind the desk giving you some space so you can change.

closing the blinds and getting dressed you place the hospital gown tidily in the basket and move to his table, you grab on the sanitizer which is on his table pump a few drops on yours and apply it while your doctor writes down the prescription.

You notice the hot features of a sleeve tattoo of his you saw on his Instagram when you stalked him on the first day of meeting him, the depth of his gaze looked enchanting, and the afternoon sunlight complimented his skin tone well while you were busy studying his features a small cough brings you out of the daydream.

"Here miss y/n" The doctor hands you the prescription and you widen your eyes seeing at the statement which had written "bath three times a day" You eye him and check yourself by smelling when he isn't looking, and you smell perfectly fine because you sprayed almost the bottle of the perfume and bathed with the new soap bar you bought recently. Giving him a crooked smile you leave the room embarrassed.

Crumbling the paper you place it in your purse and straight away call your best friends to meet up for a brunch and she gladly accepts.

"No, but like seriously y/n" Chae and Yuna both seem shocked and confused and you appear to be more embarrassed "Yeah, he wrote that in the prescription" You show her the paper Jungkook gave you, and she says he wrote it so that you could maintain a proper hygiene and you buy it and proceed to eat your brunch in the cafe.

"Chae Yuna, you can go ahead I'm staying back so I can spend some time with Yoongi, I haven't been catching up on him." Tell her you give her a hug and a kiss on the cheeks, and you part ways.

You head to the bar where yoongi works as a bartender and you make sure to buy his favorite chocolate on your way, you reach there in less than five minutes and there you see Yoongi arranging the glasses in line just to make them fancier.

"Hey, how are you?" Yoongi is slightly confused to see you in the middle of the day and that too a weekday, you chuckle at him, and you tell him you are fine, and you had to meet a friend and not tell him the details about the meeting with the doctor.

"You up for a drink y/n?" The sweet boy asks you and you gladly accept it, looking here and there you realize he is working alone and his intern who never fails to hit on Chae is missing.

"Is Taehyung not here?" you ask him, and he says he had ditched today just because he had an early date and will be here for the night shift nodding you accept his famous highball, "you want any help? I'm free for the day" you offer him, and he casually refuses, and you become a bit sad, but you play it cool.

Yoongi looks at your features and chuckles and tells you he is just kidding and won't mind your help and he's rather happy you want to help him, before coming back to the other side of the table you hand him the chocolate you bought.

Helping him and chatting for a while you hug him and say goodbye, you notice a bit of blush creeping on his cheeks but you wave it up because it can be the alcohol you both drank, and you get back to your home and get a bit of rest so you can wake up fresh and get back on your work from home.

Taglist: @jungk97kwife, @kimmingyuswifee ,@kingofbodyrolls

A/n : this short but hehe more is yet to come 💖

#jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfics #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook series #jungkook x oc #jjk smut #jjk series #yoongi #min yoongi #bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts fanfic bts smut

[cartierre]

AMOUR ROSE | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x fem!reader (fc: pasabist on ig)

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yourusername filling up my vitamin d tank in portugal ❦

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user1 someone explain to me how this girl is dating charles ⤷ user2 she's way out of his league

charles_leclerc mon bijou (my jewel), no one compares to your beauty! ⤷ yourusername charles stop i'm already turning red

charles_leclerc i cannot believe how blessed i've been with you in my life, i'm going crazy over you ⤷ yourusername you're so overdramatic...

user3 y/n being absolutely flustered because of charles' comments is so real of her ⤷ user4 even i'm blushing because of his compliments ⤷ user5 idk if i should be jealous because she's dating charles or because he keeps being the sweetest boyfriend

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yourusername bye bye vacation ☀️

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user6 i want what they have ⤷ user7 every night i manifest this exact life

charles_leclerc mon soleil (my sun), your smile brightens up my day ⤷ yourusername careful or you'll get a sunburn ⤷ charles_leclerc i'd gratefully accept every sunburn if it means seeing your smile every day

user8 i hate charles for raising the bar so high with every comment he leaves under her posts ⤷ user9 god has his favourites and she's one of them fr

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voguesingapore Let the elegance of #Y/N enchant us all. A rising star on various social media platforms, Y/N Y/L/N has enjoyed a big following, especially on Instagram. She's currently dating Formula One driver Charles Leclerc and opens up about the life as an F1 WAG and her life in the spotlight in our September Issue 2022.

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yourusername it feels like a dream come true! i'm still speechless this is really happening... ⤷ charles_leclerc you deserve for all your dreams to come true mon amour (my love)

user10 so we're celebrating people who have achieved nothing on their own now? ⤷ user11 she had a pretty big following even before she started dating charles ⤷ user12 yeah but like.... why? just because she's pretty? ⤷ user13 that's literally how most people became influencers on social media

user14 she's so otherwordly pretty

user15 she looks so ethereal. elegance perfectly describes her

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yourusername charles loves to spoil me on my birthday even if he cannot be here right now

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user16 i need to call my therapist because i cannot anymore ⤷ user17 charles spoiling y/n and her friends because of her birthday really confirms the "if he wanted to he would" saying

charles_leclerc the pink hair is going to be the death of me mon coeur (my heart) ⤷ yourusername my face is as pink as my hair right now

user18 wow and my boyfriend couldn't even text me a "happy birthday" on my birthday morning... ⤷ user19 not everyone can be as sweet as charles leclerc

user20 she's so spoiled oml

user21 you're telling me she rather celebrates her birthday with her friends than support charles in zandvoort? ⤷ user22 some people love to hate on every little thing...

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charles_leclerc mon ange rose me rend fou... bon anniversaire ma chère (my pink angel is driving me insane... happy birthday my dear)

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user23 oh he whipped whipped

user24 charles being absolutely head over heels for y/n is what i aspire in my future relationship

yourusername you're too adorable charles, je t'aime (i love you) ⤷ charles_leclerc je t'aime davantage (i love you more) ⤷ yourusername impossible! ⤷ charles_leclerc yes possible!

user25 i need to take a break from charles' and y/n's profiles because their comments keep destoying me

user26 they made me believe in love again ⤷ user27 if they ever break up, i'll be a two times child of divorce

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles lecerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfiction #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 fanfiction

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o

Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)

Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda

(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)

Credits to dividers used are on this post.

Rules for requests

If you don't want to send requests through Tumblr, my Instagram is always an option.

Please interact with this post as much as possible, it helps a lot. Thank you <3

A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.

This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.

I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.

Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.

She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).

Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.

Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.

Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".

Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.

Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.

Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.

Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.

Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.

I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.

Karl Heisenberg

Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.

He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.

Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.

I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.

I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.

This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.

I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.

Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom

Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).

It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"

Donna Beneviento

You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.

Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.

Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.

Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.

Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.

Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.

I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.

She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.

You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).

Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.

Salvatore Moreau

God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.

He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.

Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.

Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.

You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)

Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.

Mother Miranda

You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.

She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.

Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.

Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.

Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.

Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #donna x reader #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #salvatore moreau x reader #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 x reader #4 lords x reader #Aethelwyne Lia writes

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Hi!! I hope you’re well !! Thank you so much for keeping the Jaimie Tartt community well fed like I will forever be in your debt you’re amazing‼️‼️ My humble request is in honor of SNTV:) My favorite songs are Enchanted and Sparks Fly so maybe a complicated angsty start up to a fluffy love confession (like they just haven’t gotten the timing right until now or they were friends and then something happens to her). IDK anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you bunches for all your hard work!!

I loved this request!! Also sorry, all my fics seem to be ending the same way this days😬 But we keep getting to the ending in new and exciting ways so hopefully no one cares! Enjoy!

wonderstruck

You knew the moment you met Keeley Jones that your friendship was going to be a wild ride. You were still in uni, and had picked up a one-off job as one extra on a commercial shoot. The pay wasn’t bad (hey, it was extra money) and you were willing to sacrifice a Saturday for it. Keeley was one of the frontrunners for the commercial, all big hair and wild makeup. You had bumped into her by chance at the food table, started talking, and the rest was history. One random job turned into a solid four years of friendship. It was a funny dynamic between you and Keeley, because she was both older sister and antagonizer. She liked to pull you out of your comfort zone, taking you to clubs, parties, events, whatever as her plus one. Well, until she started dating a prick footballer named Jamie Tartt.

You didn’t meet him while they were together. You’d already known Keeley for two and a half years at that point, and understood she had shit taste in men. You weren’t afraid to tell her that to her face and she’d just laugh and say, “I know babes, but it’s right fun, innit?”

You’d laugh and shake your head, then go back to carefully painting her nails in the brightest, sparkliest colors imaginable.

Keeley was really, really good for you.

She called you the night she broke up with Jamie, and you came over to her house with a giant bottle of champagne only to find her and another woman, a Rebecca Welton, already proper tipsy and giggling on the floor. They were still dolled up from that night’s benefit while you were in pajamas, but you didn’t let that stop you. You downed half a bottle while Keeley and Rebecca cheered. You were glad Keeley had dumped that awful, cheating, self-absorbed prick. She deserved so much better.

You were glad when she started dating Roy Kent. He was a lot more down-to-earth than she was, and they were a good balance for each other. You wondered if Keeley gravitated toward those of a more serious nature in the same way you were drawn to those who were more spontaneous.

Post-uni, you had started your own business. It was kind of a random venture, something you had begun for a friend, but then it took off. You made the most outrageous, eccentric day-to-day dresses, taking a simple pattern then transforming it with wild patterns, tulle, and the occasional sparkle. Keeley, angel that she was, modeled some of them and put them on her instagram. And just like that, you were selling out. 

It was absolutely insane, but you were able to spend the week making two dresses and then turn over a nice profit. You felt like you were overcharging but Keeley said, “Babe, if you’re selling out, you might be undercharging.”

All that to say, life with Keeley Jones as your friend was absolutely magical. You’d do anything for her. Including going to a fucking benefit as her plus one.

—

“Why can’t you just take Roy?”

“Roy’s already got his own invite. He’s a coach, so he has to be there even though he’s going to fucking hate it.” Keeley laughs. She thinks Roy’s grumpiness is endearing.

“Alright, why’d you get a plus one then? It doesn’t make sense, Keels,” you counter.

Keeley refuses to meet your eyes. “It’s entirely possible that Rebecca gave me one so that you’d come.”

“Keeleyyy,” you groan.

She shoves your shoulder playfully. “She knew if she sent you a direct invite you wouldn’t go, and she said she’d let us meet up at her house to get ready together! C’mon babes, it’s going to be so much fun and we’ll look sooo fucking fit walking the red carpet together, yeah?”

She gives you her widest puppy-dog eyes, lower lip pushing out. You sigh.

“Fucking fine. Fine. But you’re coming with me to pick out a dress. And you’re buying my coffee.”

Keeley cheers and tackles you in a hug. “You won’t regret it, I swear. Worst case you can just bitch about it with Roy the next day.” You laugh. You and Roy bitch about a lot of things together.

—

The red carpet is absolutely terrifying. It’s louder than you would have thought and the flashes from the camera are giving you a headache. 

“How the hell do you do this?” you ask Keeley through a smile. 

She laughs for the cameras. “Loads of practice, babe,” she replies in a perfect pose. “Now look at me and laugh at something I said.”

You’re almost done and the paps are asking for a photo of Keeley and Roy, so you wait off to the side near the entrance for them. You crane your neck to try to find Rebecca, to no avail. You do however catch the eye of someone with a very nice fashion sense and very, very blue eyes. He gives you a once-over and grins. You blush and turn back to Keeley and Roy who have finished and are making their way over to you. Keeley grabs your hand and says, “Hi Jamie!” while Roy rolls his eyes. Jamie says, “Hey Keeley,” and nods to Roy. “Grandad.”

“Fuck you,” Roy replies, and you’re surprised at the borderline affectionate tone he’s using. Especially considering Jamie is Keeley’s ex. He’s not really what you would have expected, but you don’t have time to dwell on that because Keeley’s dragging you inside the benefit venue.

—

Jamie is sitting at the same table as you. 

Correction: he’s sitting right fucking next to you and it’s all you can do to avoid eye contact with him. You had introduced yourself to him with a barely suppressed grimace and steeled yourself for a long, misogyny-filled night. 

You were so tense that Keeley put her hand on your knee and said, “I’ve got to go reapply my lipliner, d’you want to come with?”

You got up and followed her, feeling far too exposed in your backless, purple-sequined dress. 

“Alright babe, what gives?” she asks once you’ve made it to the bathroom. “You’re wound up so tight I could stick coal up your ass and get a diamond.”

That makes you crack a smile and you shrug. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Keeley shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, I’ve had four years of practice knowing exactly when you’re telling me a fib.”

“Who’s fibbing?” Rebecca says, walking in the door. “I saw Keeley drag you in here, and I didn’t want to miss out on some girl talk.”

“Oh thank god you’re here,” you say, relieved. “I’ve been looking for you for the past hour and couldn’t find you.”

Rebecca self-consciously smooths her hair. “I’ve been- busy,” she says. “But this isn’t about me. What are you fibbing about?”

You look between Rebecca and Keeley then deflate. “I have to sit next to Jamie Tartt.”

Keeley and Rebecca share a look. “I don’t see what that’s such a bad thing,” Rebecca says.

You look at her in disbelief. “Jamie Tartt? The biggest prick in all of London, and quite possibly all of England? Cheated on Keeley multiple times and all-around arsehole?”

Keeley grimaces. “Yeah, not one of his finer points in life.”

“See?” you say. “He’s the fucking worst!” Rebecca and Keeley share another look.

“Stop fucking doing that,” you say. “What?”

“Darling,” Rebecca says gently, “he’s changed.”

You’re not buying it, a sentiment that is evident in your expression.

“It’s true, babes,” Keeley affirms. “And look, I’d probably be the fucking last person to say it. But he has! He’s loads better than he used to be, an absolute sweetheart. Even Roy loves him.”

You snort.

“Okay, maybe love is a strong word,” Keeley amends. “But he likes him! Roy said Jamie’s the best player on the team, and possibly one of the best in the country!”

You’re still not buying it. 

“Listen,” Rebecca says. “Give him one hour free of bias. Forget who he was and give him a chance. You might be surprised.”

You look to Keeley, unsure. It is her ex, after all.

To your surprise, she’s smiling and nodding. “Go for it,” she says. “You never know what could happen.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you laugh. Only Keeley Jones could try to pawn her ex off on her best friend with the confident assurance that he’s a better man now. You know she’s not lying, or at least she believes Jamie’s changed. You’re not sure what to believe, but you’ll take Rebecca’s advice and give Jamie one hour to change your mind.

—

You’re not in your seat two seconds before Jamie starts talking to you.

“Why d’you look so nervous love? I don’t bite.” He grins. “Much.”

You catch yourself before you grimace and instead say, “This whole thing isn’t really my scene. It’s a lot of people I don’t know, and I’m only here ‘cause Keels asked me to be her plus one.”

Jamie still has that obnoxious grin on his face. “What does Roy think about you stealing his girlfriend? Can’t imagine he’d take it lying down.”

You glance over at Keeley and Roy. His arm is around the back of her chair and she’s leaning into him ever so slightly. 

You say, “I’ve been here longer than he has, so if anyone’s stolen her, it’s him,” and you watch the pieces click into place in Jamie’s head.

“Shit,” he says. “You’re the best friend. Shoulda known when you told me your name.”

You shrug.

“Makes sense,” he continues. “I wondered why you weren’t fuckin’ beside yourself to be sitting by the fittest bloke in the room.”

You roll your eyes, hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

He pulls his chair a little closer and looks at you again with those perfect blue eyes. “Seriously, I am sorry. I was a prick. It took Keeley breaking up with me for me to start gettin’ my head out of me arse.” Jamie’s words back up what Keeley and Rebecca told you. You’re not entirely ready to brush his past under the rug, but tell him that it seems like he did a right proper job of it, which makes him laugh.

“Do you really think you’re the fittest guy in here?” you ask.

Jamie gestures to the room. “Look around, babe. I ain’t lying.”

You laugh, and the tension dispels. You’ve 55 minutes to go, and then you can go back to hating him. For now, you’ll let him keep cracking jokes.

—

The hour is up, but you’re still talking to Jamie. You don’t stop to consider why he’s still talking to you (maybe because he can’t stand the idea of anyone hating him) but he is. It’s actually enjoyable, so when he asks you to accompany him to the dance floor, you look to Keeley for approval instead of outright rejecting him.

Keeley says, “Go on babe, I’m gonna try to convince this one to get out there for at least one dance,” and Roy says, “Fuck no.”

You let Jamie take your hand as he promises, “No funny business, I swear,” and you just laugh.

You laugh through three songs because Jamie has a way of making you giggle. He swings you around and executes all kinds of moves that you’re sure you could never replicate, but you assume that being a Premier League footballer means he’s got to be coordinated. Makes sense that he can dance.

The fourth song is a slow one, so you move to leave the dance floor but Jamie catches your hand.

“Stay,” he says. “I’m having a really great time with you.”

You feel Keeley kick the bottom of your shoe from where she’s swaying with her arms around Roy’s neck. 

It makes you stumble a little, just enough for Jamie to have to catch you. He grins. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

He puts your hands around his neck and his on your waist. It’s a soft touch, but you can feel sparks shooting up your hipbones.

You’re absolutely fucked.

Jamie doesn’t say a single thing, just sways along with the soft music and gazes into your eyes. You can’t look away no matter how hard you try. 

The song ends and you let go of Jamie. He slides a hand up you waist and down your arm, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses your inner wrist. 

Before you can form a coherent thought, he’s gone.

Rebecca and Keeley are on you in a moment.

“You’re both coming to mine,” Rebecca says. “You have time to go home and get pajamas, but I’m getting out of here as soon as I can. I just made sure my pantry was restocked.”

—

It’s 2am. Rebecca and Keeley have successfully gotten you to admit that you like Jamie. 

Against all odds, you like him.

Fuck.

“You’re sure it’s not weird?” you ask Keeley as you pace around Rebecca’s bedroom.

“For the millionth time, babe,” she says, “I really don’t. I think you two would be fucking adorable together.”

Rebecca nods in agreement. “I’m on Keeley’s side on this one. Jamie used to be a right little shit, but he’s really turned it around. And could you please stop wearing a hole in my rug? It’s giving me anxiety.”

You abruptly stop and plop down on the bed. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he was only trying to make me not hate him because I’m Keeley’s best friend?”

Rebecca makes an offended noise so you amend: “Sorry, one of Keeley’s best friends?”

“Listen,” Keeley says making her way to your spot on the end of the bed. She holds your arms. “I know Jamie. He was fucking interested. And he hasn’t been that way in a while. You should just fucking go for it.”

“I don’t know,” you say slowly. Rebecca and Keeley groan and flop back onto the bed.

“You’re absolutely hopeless,” Rebecca says, but it’s laced with affection. You grin.

“That’s why you love me.”

—

You don’t sleep. Keeley is sandwiched between you and Rebecca on Rebecca’s absolutely massive bed, and all you can think about is Jamie’s blue eyes and the sparks of electricity you felt wherever he touched you. 

You can still feel the kiss on your wrist.

—

It rains for three days and you refuse to go to Nelson Road. Keeley’s out sick anyway, and Rebecca is busy with work. You are too, working on a commission in electric blue. It’s very cozy inside your flat, soft music playing as the rain plinks on your roof. You’re wearing your good sweats, the ones that match and don’t have stains. Your hair is freshly clean and pulled back in a clip and there’s a pot of tea on the stove. 

Your heartbeat has not been normal since dancing with Jamie. It’s beating in an irregular pattern, horrendously out of sync with the calming sound of rain. You can’t get it to calm down so you decide to indulge and replay your entire interaction with Jamie, as a treat. 

You’re just thinking about his hands on your waist and letting your mind wander to where else you think they should go, when there’s a knock on the door. You frown.

That’s odd. Who on earth could be at your door at 7pm on a Monday in pouring rain? You pad across the living room to the door and open it to find a very wet Jamie.

“Hi,” he says, and then he’s pulling you onto the porch and kissing you in the pouring rain.

You’re soaked through to the bone, but you don’t care. All you can feel is Jamie’s hair as you run your fingers through and his lips on yours as they devour you. It’s straight out of a movie.

You shiver, and Jamie breaks away.

“Got your address from Keeley,” he says. “She’s the one who told me to come here. Can we go inside?”

You nod mutely and let him in. “Aren’t you cold?” you ask.

He just laughs. “Nah babe, I run hot. You look right fucking freezing, though. Good thing I’m here, I’ll help you warm right up.”

You’re really starting to shiver. “You should get out of those clothes,” you say through chattering teeth. 

“Could say the same about you,” Jamie replies. “Where’s your bedroom at?” 

You all but drag him up the stairs to your room. 

You think you’re going to kill Keeley for telling Jamie you liked him, but then you’re flat on your back, bare skin pressing into the duvet as Jamie Tartt presses hot kisses up your neck, and you forget all about her.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[jhkfan123]

enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 6 (includes ch.7 TEASER)

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✦vi.

when you woke up, you woke up to notifications. and lots of them. texts from all your friends. they were all something along the lines of, 

"were you on a date with the guy in your movie?"

"girl, have you checked tmz?"

"im so jealous rn. check instagram." 

oh. god. you immediately opened instagram, and there it was. the first post. 

"actor y/n spotted with tom blyth on coffee date!" connected to the headliner, was a photo of the two of you through the window of the coffee shop. this was going to blow up. it already had, according to your friends. you weren't sure what to do. do you reach out to tom? is that weird? you were going to see him tonight anyways. you texted your closest friend, who reassured you that if you wanted to shut this rumor down, you could. but did you want to? what if you didn't, and tom did? the only thing you could think to do was bring it up to tom at the party. 

...

the playlist you had made to get ready for tonight was unbeatable.  you were always the playlist maker in high school. there was always a song that fit the vibe perfectly in your back pocket.  you had named this playlist "what is even going on." you felt it fit right because truly, what was going on. why all the sudden hints, and now the articles? you weren't complaining, per se, but the switch up was pretty weird. 

according to tom's completely blunt description of the party, it was 'less formal', which gave you the idea that he didn't want to tell you it was a rager. so, you dressed appropriately. on your way there, you stopped for food, because you weren't sure what type of food would be there. when you arrived at his rental home, there was a valet outside, which made you question if this was actually a rager.  you valeted your car, tipped the worker a few bucks, and made your way inside. 

when you walked in, the lights were dimmed, there was pop music playing, a bar, and a group of people dancing. but it was nothing compared to what you imagined. you realized that maybe hollywood people don't have full on ragers. it looked like a lot of fun. you placed your coat on the coat rack and walked in. you headed straight for the bar. you needed a shot for confidence. when you approached the bar, you ordered, and took your shot. then, you wandered. looking for anyone you recognized. 

eventually, you found yourself talking to someone you had met at an awards ceremony a few years ago. they were a year older than you, and according to them, had just landed a major role. 

"well, remember me when your famous." you said. she laughed. you ended the conversation as she found another friend of hers. you looked around, but it was a sea of unknown faces, and still no tom. you decided to plop yourself on the couch. hopefully someone would approach you. you began to watch the people.  

you loved people watching. watching people dance, drink, laugh, you loved it. it was so nice to see into other peoples lives, and forget about your own. just by watching their actions, you could tell so much about a person. you could watch people for hours on end. 

"i had thought you bailed." you heard. someone sat down next to you, and tom got your attention. when you looked at him, you swore you felt lightheaded. he was wearing slack-esqe pants, with his silky button up shirt not very buttoned up. in fact, there was maybe three buttons still buttoned. jesus. you weren't sure how much more of this you could take. 

"i would never. i've just been lost in this sea of people, couldn't find you." you replied. he laughed. his hair was slightly wet, which gave you the inclination to believe that he had been dancing. that must have been why you didn't see him. there had been at least 30 people dancing in that pile. you noticed the thing chain around his neck, and his one earring. not many people talked about his earring. but you noticed it the first time you met him. you loved it. 

"i'm assuming you've seen the stories?" he asked, his smile dropped slightly. you thought you were going to have to bring it up first, but clearly not. 

"i would have to live under a rock to not have." you replied. he nodded, thinking for a moment. you decided to keep talking. "but look, there's nothing we can say to change the stories. i'm trying not to think about it or get to involved." you said. he nodded again.

"you're right. you're so right. and I'm glad you are because honestly i came over here and had no idea what to say about it. so thanks for being on top of it." he replied. you smiled at him. he smiled back. and then you were silent for a few seconds. 

"so, this is quite a party." you gestured to the room. 

"it's really not. but thanks anyways. i was originally going to have a quieter party, like rachels, but my friends convinced me to have a bit more, 'fun' with it, i guess? it's stupid. we're not in college anymore." he looked around the room before returning his gaze to you. 

"sometimes people need this kind of fun though, especially in this industry. every single party and gala and ceremony or gathering is on television and photographed, and it's nice to just have a fun party again." you commented. he agreed with you. 

"im going to go get us a drink, ok? what do you want." you told him he could bring you anything, and he was off. however, it was not long until someone took his seat. you recognized him as brady, from rachels party. although this time, he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. his hair was a mess. clearly he didn't put himself together for this. and mostly, he reeked of alcohol. you did not want to talk to him. 

"hey pretty, remember me?" he said. he plopped his head down on the cushion. you rolled your eyes. 

"yes, i do, brady. what do you want." you asked. he threw his arm up on the cushion on the couch. not technically on you, but it still made you uncomfortable. you scooted away slightly. 

"nothing, nothing, i just wanted to know if you were enjoying the party?" he was slurring his words. looking at him, he looked tired. even worse, he had another drink in his hand, probably after a lot of others. 

"yeah, i am, but shouldn't you lay off the drinking dude? you look pretty drunk." he did not like that. 

"i am literally fine, back off girl." you were searching for a way out of this situation. no one was paying attention to the two of you. "besides, i want to keep talking to you." this time, he put his hand on your knee. that was enough. 

"alright no, i'm not doing this." you tried to get up but he moved his hand from the cushion onto your shoulders, and applied pressure. he was trying to trap you. "hey, dude get off. i'm serious." you tried to remember the self-defense you had learned, but in this moment of panic, nothing came to mind. you froze. "get off. get off!" you kept repeating it, but he kept getting closer. he tried to kiss your neck, and he was trying to slide his hand up the back of your shirt. 

things were starting to blur, nothing was helping. you starting kicking but you couldn't get your feet where they needed to be. the room felt like it had started spinning. the music louder, the people louder and faster, the lights darker and darker. 

"hey! hey! get the fuck away from her." you heard someone begin to speak, but he wasn't getting off. then you heard a crack and a few thumps. he stopped. someone grabbed your hand and you followed them into a room. your eyes were blurring from tears, but the lights were on in this room. "sit down." your eyes finally cleared, the spinning had finally stopped, and you finally recognized that tom was standing in front of you. 

you took a few deep breaths. 

"are you ok?" he asked. he sat down next to you, and put both hands on your shoulders, signaling you to try to stop tensing, when you finally did, he let go. you hadn't responded to him yet. you were still processing what just happened. 

"i think so. i mean, obviously no, i'm not, but i'm doing ok." he got up and entered the bathroom, and returned with a box of tissues. you took one and wiped your nose, and eyes. 

"good. i'm going to text someone to call the police on him, make him leave." he assured you. his voice made you realize what he had actually done for you.

"tom, did you actually hit him?" you asked. 

"um, yeah, i beat the shit out of that man." you couldn't help but laugh. he had managed to make you laugh after everything that just happened. "i may have broke his jaw, but then again, i wasn't aiming for any particular area. i wasn't thinking. i just needed him to get off you." you saw his face grow more somber. you remembered him mentioning to you that he had known brady almost his whole life. "i wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that brady would have done that. he just lost all my respect." 

"thank you, tom, for getting me out." you saw him peer down at his phone. 

"don't thank me. i feel so guilty that i left you there. i should have known , or something." 

"hey. there is no way that you could have known that was going to happen. don't beat yourself up about it." out of impulse, you placed your hand on his face. he didn't shift, didn't move, nothing. in fact, you swore you felt him relax a little at your touch. 

"i already have. why would i assume that with all the men at the party, not one would touch you?" 

"it's not something anyone expected to happen.  please, please don't get mad at yourself." he nodded. then he looked at you, and he didn't stop.  the two of you seemed to be getting closer, then. you realized that you were. the two of you were leaning in. eventually, you closed your eyes expecting a kiss. 

"no." you heard. you opened your eyes. he was shaking his head, looking down. 

"what?" you asked. your stomach immediately dropped. 

"i won't kiss you. not right now." he answered. you straightened up your posture. 

"why not...but..you just.."you began to stutter. 

"y/n, you were just panicked, and almost taken advantage of, and even though, i really would like to kiss you, i feel like by doing so i am also taking advantage of you." he seemed to be kicking himself over this. "your in a state of shock that i have seen before. if your not thinking straight, i don't want to do this, not right now at least." you sat there for a moment. was he right? you realized that it was really hard to decide. you said nothing. "y/n, listen. the police are here, and i'm going to go talk to them. stay in here." then he left. 

after he closed the door. there was only one thing you could think about:

'i really would like to kiss you'

but he didn't. you didn't kiss. he got up, and left. 

...

next thing you know, he was driving you back to your house. you had heard some yelling when the police arrived, and the party ended as soon as they arrived. you supposed that no one really wanted to party anymore after a man was arrested for attempted assault. 

about five minutes later, once you heard all the voices stop, tom came back in. he told you he was taking you home, and then, once you had stood up, he hugged you. you held the hug for an entire minute. you really needed it. 

on the way home, you called your closest family member and cried to them. 

once home, tom waited for you to shower, and get in bed before he finally left. 

what a night. 

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TEASER FOR CHAPTER SEVEN

you had spent the entire rest of that second day in bed. you canceled the meeting you had planned, and just sat in bed. you slept a little, cried a little, and most of all, you had texted with tom occasionally. he checked in almost every hour of the day. 

when you woke up the day after that, you woke up to no notifications. so you decided to check social media. bad idea. after a few scrolls, another post from tmz popped up. but it wasn't about you and tom. instead, it read: 

RACHEL ZEGLER AND TOM BLYTH DATING RUMORS ARISE. 

#tom blyth #jhkfan123 #hollywood #fame #coriolanus snow #hunger games #rachel zegler #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanussnow #coryo #tom blyth x you #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #hungergames #tbosas #snow lands on top

[theundercoversquid]

Baby Fever

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: Hey love. Could you do one for Pierre gasly with his recent picture form his Instagram of his nephew 

Paired with: Can you do one with Pierre gasly with the new picture that he posted with his nephew. Maybe he wants to have a child after seeing him

Warnings: Children and talks of pregnancy

Masterlist

This was pure torture. How on earth were you expected to sit here and watch your husband be an absolute dream with his nephew. The picture-perfect dad with ought dragging him to the nearest place with a lockable door and demand he gets you pregnant.

Pierre was enchanted by the young boy. And you were enchanted by watching the two of them. Something that didn't go unnoticed by your sister-in-law.

Gently nudging you, she pointed her head in the direction of where Pierre was cradling her son. "Should we be expecting a baby Gasly sometime soon?"

Softly smiling at her, you ponder the question for a moment or two. "Mabey?" Was all you ended up cryptically answering with.

Laughing, she nodded her head. And you got the feeling that she completely understood everything that you meant by that two-syllable word.

You felt that she understood the fact that you did want a child. You just weren't sure if Pierre wanted one. Or if it was even the right time to have a child. Given the state of the world and the fact that Pierre has a very demanding job. And you didn't want him to feel like you had to have a child. And then end up taking him away from his job and his passion and end up having him resent you and this child for what you did to him and his dream.

As if sensing that your mind was spirling, Pierre looked up from his nephew. When he caught your eyes, he sent you a dazzling smile full of love. And with it, you felt all of your worries wash away.

Rejoining the conversations, you ended up being handed Pierre's nephew. Who was the sweetest boy ever. Cradling him, you talked to him in your best baby voice as if you both understood each other completely. And you were oblivious to the look of adoration that Pierre was giving you. Something that the rest of the table didn't miss as they snapped a picture of the pair of you.

When you and Pierre left the restaurant, you could both sense that the other wanted to ask a question.

But neither of you were quite brave enough to ask your question here. Both of you were waiting for the quiet safety of your home to ask your questions. Somewhere where your hopes could be heard and understood.

When you finally got home, Pierre gently tugged you onto the sofa with him. Snuggling up to him, the both of you took a moment to rearrange your thoughts before finally having the conversation.

When you finally felt ready, you looked up at him and started. "I'm ready when you are to have a baby." You stated. Aware that it might not be the most diplomatic way to start, but you had to start somewhere.

What suppressed you was when Pierre seemed to sag with relief. "That was what I was going to say." He told you. "I just wasn't sure how to bring it up to you as I didn't want to make you feel like you had to do something that you may not want to do."

"How is it that we are always on the same page?" You asked him, a smile on his lips.

"Lovers intuition." Pierre teased.

"Do you want to have a child now?" You asked Pierre. "You are still at a high point in your career, and I don't want you to resent that for causing you to miss things with our child. Or for you to resent this child and me for pulling you away. Because if we have a child, our lives will be changed forever."

"I'm sure, mon amour," Pierre told you, squeezing your thighs. "After seeing you with my nephew today, I realised that I am at that stage of my life, and our relationship were as long as you are ready, I am ready to take the next step."

"Well, how about you put a baby in me then." You told Pierre in a seductive voice.

Laughing as his only reply was to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom.

#F1 #Pierre Gasly #f1 imagine #pierre gasly imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly fanfiction #pierre gasly x reader #Pierre Gasly x You #pierre gasly x y/n #x reader #Imagine

[goldxbug]

Submakers i’d order void subs from if i had $$

Disclaimer: This is supposed to be fun, light hearted wishlist for subliminals because i love subliminals and only have been focusing on the void currently.

I recently came across someone ordering a df custom sub, they mentioned they got results but then they decided to change their df so they’ll be ordering a different sub from another sub maker💀

This got me thinking which submakers i would love to order void subs from! (because as we all know void is not a common topic)

If i had $$ to spare here’s who i would purchase void state subs from!

(My top three are starred)

Vetala (i have gotten amazing results from her subs like longer hair, bigger lips, nicer family, more confidence, prettier face in general)

⭐️ Slade (their void sub has so many results and everyone swears by their problem solving sub on reddit, twitter and discord servers so i think a new void sub or wake up in the void sub by them would be so powerful)

Kottie’s new AI formula has so MANY results (someone recently entered the void using kottie’s dream life sub)

⭐️ Neptune (i came across neptune��s channel after doona shared her sub in her success story, i noticed that her WL ug subs have amazing and drastic results! Her formula for drop sub for a wake up in the void sub would be amazing because i had instant drastic results when i used it, i even tried out her beauty subs on her second channel and looked prettier in just one listen, her subs are no joke and pretty underrated in my opinion)

⭐️ Moza morph’s NEW formula!! wake up in the void sub would guarantee results for sure! The amount of results that she has shared with her new formula has me convinced

Lay subliminals has so many results from her pale white sub so that formula seems to be pretty good

Bunni (her sub oops, mogged you is now unlisted but i get results in just one listen, so the formula she used for that sub would be great, i’d probably ask for the same song (cause it’s SOOOO fun) and a calm version to play overnight) (her VS sub also made me skinner in just one day)

Sttaly has quite a lot of results from paid subs but they can be quite pricey (also note: they mention the name of the sub user in the custom sub so sharing custom subs from sttaly might not be fruitful, she mentioned it on her instagram)

Lola bunni that goes by siren now her @ is youngsiren on youtube has great results to share! Someone used her df sub and got such drastic results her friend couldn’t believe it’s them with no filter!

I guess that’s it for my list!

SPECIAL MENTION:

THANK YOU TO THE ANONS FOR SHARING PAID CUSTOM SUBS FOR FREE FROM I WANT IT I GOT IT! YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL AND SWEET!

AND THANK YOU PINK FOR SHARING NOT ONE BUT THREE PAID VOID CUSTOM SUBS FROM KOTTIE, ITZKUZOME AND ENCHANTED WORKSHOP💗 BEST BLOGGER FR!

LASTLY THANK YOU TO THAT ONE PERSON WHO PAID FOR A CUSTOM VOID SUB FROM LUMINALPLAY AND LET HER POST IT ON YOUTUBE! (the sub user entered the void with it)

#void state #void #voidblr #the void state #subliminals

[tarotwithlove]

pick a card : pick art of archangel michael

｡*♡ messages from archangel michael

PILE 1: st michael, carlo crivelli / PILE 2: saint michael archangel defeating the devil, jacob cornelisz / PILE 3: archangel michael defeats satan, guido reni

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit

BOOK A READING WITH ME · INSTAGRAM · TIPS ♡ tips and feedback are very highly appreciated

DECKS USED ♡ the original rider waite, the forest of enchantment tarot, the archangel oracle, the lunar oracle

IMPORTANT NUMBERS: 6 · 1010 · 1717 · 5 · 11 · 1111

PILE ONE: ST MICHAEL, CARLO CRIVELLI

channeled songs: lust for life by lana del rey ft the weeknd (“cause we're the masters of our own fate / we're the captains of our own souls” · “and a lust for life, and a lust for life / keeps us alive, keeps us alive”) · all i need by xiamara jennings · take her to the moon by waterparks (“mirror, mirror on the wall / show me everything I want-ant-ant-a-a-ant / because I want it all” · “but can you really get lost in heaven?”)

cards pulled: seven of cups, the hermit, three of wands, two of spells, ten of spells ; lady gaia: your challenges are lessons. you are loved and welcome on earth, archangel chamuel: open your heart to give and receive love. your essence is love, archangel bhokpi: it is time to fly. listen to your intuition, archangel haniel: seek soul satisfaction. fan a flame of inner happiness; waning moon: let go of that which is causing you inner turmoil. now is a time for casting away emotions that are no longer serving you.

hey there pile one ♡ i see that you are currently being faced with a decision that you must make, or a decision over which you are spending a lot of time seriously contemplating.

with the hermit, your initial response may be to simply hide away from making this decision; putting it off until the decision is made for you and you can move on from it as if that is really your choice. however, what archangel michael asks of you is to not do this. to not shy away from truly sitting with this decision and looking at the pros and cons, the advantages and disadvantages, of not only the options themselves, but how they will affect you in the long run.

lana del rey and the weeknd sing about a lust for life, and that is something archangel michael wants to bring to your attention as well. in the two of spells again, we have this decision, and with the ten of spells we have regret. a lot of regret... are you spending so much time hiding away from making this decision because of fear, concern, anxiety? because how could you do what you want, what your heart yearns for, instead of what is expected of you?

i see that for many of you, this is a want to travel. if it is not, the messages from archangel michael are the same. you have a life to live. if you are able to do the things that you want to, and the only thing stopping you is fear or anxiety, then are you giving yourself the life that you deserve? you need to release fear and this restrictive mindset, before you look back in a few years or even just a few months and wish you had done what you had wanted to do.

you are supported by the universe in this, by archangel michael, and you need to realise for yourself that nobody can live your life for you. it is a painful reminder, but a true one, that death is around the corner for all of us at all times. do you want it to come to you and find that you are filled with pain over how half-lived and small you kept your life. over how you never allowed yourself to do everything that you wanted to do. yes, you have very real obligations, but you also have a duty to yourself and your heart, and if you can give this life to yourself but refuse to, then are you actually living?

PILE TWO: SAINT MICHAEL ARCHANGEL DEFEATING THE DEVIL, JACOB CORNELISZ

channelled songs: snowchild by the weeknd (“i used to pray when i was sixteen / if I didn't make it then i'd probably make my wrist bleed”) · beetlejuice by mariah the scientist (“when you lie to my face / and then you'll say that, “even jesus forgave””) · cough it out by the front bottoms (“i don't care if you're not sorry, i forgive you / and with or without your support, i will continue / what i'm trying to say is you never know what you've been through / 'til you pause and cough it out / i cough it out, i cough it out, i cough it out / i cough it out”)

cards pulled: eight of pentacles (rx), the high priestess (rx), the wheel of fortune (rx), five of challenges, weaver of spells (rx), the white hare ; seraphim seraphina: be an ambassador for earth. build your bridge to source, archangel preminilek: be conscientious. co-operate with others for the highest good, archangel michael: stand in your power. be true to yourself; waxing moon: now is a good time to focus on achieving your own personal goals (rx), moon totem – frog: the path has been cleared for you to make a change that previously seemed unachievable (rx), the forget fool: let it go (rx)

hey there pile two ♡ this message may come out a bit all over the place, because there is a lot i am receiving and i am not entirely sure how to make sense of it all in writing...

first of all, i’m seeing that the general energy for this pile is one of being stuck in cycles of “bad luck”. you try to do something to get out of it, and it ends fruitlessly.

there is an oppressive energy surrounding this pile. with secrets being kept from many of you in order to control you and the action you take; in some cases, this is a third party in a relationship that your partner is hiding from you, for others a parent or parent figure or other family member is keeping something from you so that you do not finally cut ties with them. the people in your life are jealous of you and how much you can accomplish if you were untethered from them. you have the abilities and talent that they wish they had. so rather than uplift you or love for you it, they are doing everything they can behind the scenes to keep you controlled under their thumb. they do not want you to realise your own abilities, talent or potential.

and even if you were to realise the truth of this relationship—that is, to realise something that finally pushes you to your breaking point and to once and all commit to leaving—you may be so tied to this relationship, financially or socially, that you’ll come to feel that it is impossible to ever escape. that might be true to an extent, but not in its entirety. of course, you must be cautious when dealing with oppressive or abusive figures in your life, and confronting them is only going to do more harm to you than good. however, there are people in your life who are open and willing to support you until you are ready to leave, and thereafter to help you actually get away. do not worry that you will be overburdening them.

i think, out of all the groups, you should know that archangel michael is most with you. he sees your plight. his card came out right next to the five of challenges, which depicts an ogre who is basically on a killing path. this is significant for the role as protector that archangel michael assumes. know that you can turn to him at any time. and that you should, even in small ways that make you feel comfortable.

archangel michael wants you to know that your situation is not as hopeless as it feels. and we all know it feels hopeless. but you are not alone in this, not in the physical world and definitely not in the spiritual one.

i was about to close off your reading, when i spotted the white hart at the bottom of the deck. this card is the forest of enchantment's equivalent of the fool. so please know that a new life and new adventure awaits for you. hold onto that and the love that does surround you, from people and from the divine.

you may also find messages for you in PILE 3.

PILE THREE: ARCHANGEL MICHAEL DEFEATS SATAN, GUIDO RENI

channelled songs: knock on by nct 127 (“no one knows i get drunk on my own over these fantasies”) · time machine by willow (“i don't give a fuck, i'm doing me / time machine, time machine”) · flabbergasted by bbymutha (“you don't wanna see me power up, i'm dangerous / they say i do too fuckin' much and i don't give a fuck”)

cards pulled: the chariot, king of cups (rx), eight of pentacles, two of wands, two of boons (rx), the enchanter’s wheel (rx), the oldest one; archangel joules: align with the highest. go with the flow, guardian angel: love yourself unconditionally. ask for help, lord wywyvsil: accept and send healing. you are a being of the universe, archangel azriel: it is time to let go. prepare for change, moon in gemini: stress may be an issue during this time, moon in taurus: now is the time for focusing on finances and practical matters

hey there pile three ♡ your message from archangel michael is focused on your career aspirations and following your dreams. what we see here is a need to move on from this immaturity and from being cruel to yourself because you may not be where you wish you were, or where you see your peers are. you have a passion you wish you could utilise, or a dream you wish you could see actualised. you may be wishing that you could time travel into the past and make different decisions, or time travel into the future to see your life unfold in its success without having to go through the difficulties of life.

however, the message from archangel michael is simple: this is not possible.

you have to take the risk to achieve what you wish to achieve, and you have to be prepared for the struggle that is going to come with it. it is not going to be an easy journey, but, if you are prepared, and you know that this is what you want, it will be worth it. no effort is ever wasted, and your effort is divinely seen and supported. you need to trust yourself, show up and stand up for yourself, and be kinder to yourself in this journey. by showing up and standing up for yourself, i mean that it is important to assert yourself in this life that you want to live, in this path towards your dream: look for teachers, be outspoken about what you bring to the table, and do not shy away from reaching out for opportunities because opportunity is not just going to fall in your lap.

if you are willing to take the chance, if you are actually willing to bet on yourself, you will find that in time you will succeed. let go of any limiting beliefs that tell you that you cannot do so, that you cannot flourish if you put in the work. you are divinely guided in this.

you may also find messages for you in PILE 2.

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[bratzydollz]

"Hana's Grand Unveiling: Who is Hana? 💋✨ #HanasReveal #HanaHasThe411"

January 10th, 2024.

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•—✧✷ Well, well, well, Upper East Shifters! The prodigal blogger has returned! Cue the applause, the confetti, and, of course, the eye rolls. Yes, my fellow shifters and followers, it's moi—Hana. I've been MIA for what feels like a century, and in the midst of my Instagram-worthy life drama, I've managed to gain a few followers. Not that they care, but hey, who needs a lame and basic introduction when you're living the chaotic dream?

Round of applause for my stellar disappearing act! Bravo, Hana. But enough about that. Let's dive into the grand reintroduction because, let's face it, you've been deprived. What can I say? Life's been a rollercoaster, with more twists and turns than a binge-(un)worthy season finale of Riverdale. But fear not, for the gossip and glam are back, and I'm about to spill the tea on yours truly. Ready or not, here comes the multidimensional Hana comeback!

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✧ About me, Xoxo.

—✧✷ Greetings, cyber citizens! I'm your digital deity, Hana Beeyuh, reigning over the online realm. Real identity? Baby, that's a closely guarded secret. She/they pronouns are my melody, and proudly transcribing my existence as a fabulous transgender woman. Virgo vibes and INFP musings – at the ripe age of 19, I'm navigating the academic jungle with a major in Business Administration. Because, let's be real, who doesn't love a business-savvy queen?

Oh, and here's a little nugget of trivia to spice up the Hana saga—I'm rocking the Klinefelter Syndrome, making me a naturally sculpted divine doll. HRT process? A breeze, honey. Feeling blessed, and this goddess is ready to conquer the digital cosmos. Buckle up, buttercups! 🌟💻 #HanaBeeyuh #OnlineRoyalty

—✧✷ Listen up, trendsetters and multiverse explorers! Hana Beeyuh, your guide through the virtual wonderland, is spilling the tea on her current obsessions. Since the mystical year of 2020, shifting has been my jam – and yes, girlies, I've successfully made the leap! Yay for alternate realities!

Now, let's talk beauty—natural vibes with a splash of bold Latina and Thai makeup, because who says you can't slay in multiple cultures? Embracing the magic of witchcraft, I'm your modern-day enchantress. Need some data entry wizardry? Count me in. And of course, strutting the cyber catwalk, because fashion is life.

But wait, there's more! Yours truly is also a subliminal sorcerer, crafting unseen spells for your subconscious. I've got a stash of creations waiting to dazzle, and when they hit the digital airwaves, you'll be the first to know. Stay tuned, my cyber comrades! 🌐💄🔮

—✧✷ Hold onto your broomsticks, spellbinders! Hana Beeyuh here, spilling the enchanted tea about my bewitching side. Yes, luvly, I'm not just interested in witchcraft—I am a full-fledged chaos-type witch, and I'm here to own it. No rulebook, no limitations—I dance to the rhythm of my own magical beat.

Quick disclaimer: I'm not your run-of-the-mill chaos magick witch. Let's get one thing straight – my craft is a constantly evolving masterpiece, not a cookie-cutter spell from the dusty pages of some ancient tome. Had to clear that up because, you know, some witches get their broomsticks in a twist when you mix "chaos magick" and "creating your own craft" in the same cauldron <3.

And now, a moment of worship for the Goddess of Keys and Witchcraft, the ultimate diva, Hekate. Bow down, beauties, for her cunty aura is the reason I'm a devoted follower. The slay is real, and so is my commitment to the mystical queen.

—✧✷ Picture this: the current earworms that have me spellbound include the hypnotic vibes of Melanie Martinez, the powerhouse notes of Ariana Grande, the offbeat allure of Ayesha Erotica, the soulful serenades by SZA, and the sultry sounds of Summer Walker.

Now, let me spill the real tea—I might not be the maestro of musical taste. In fact, I'm shamelessly riding the trend wave, and who can blame me? These beats are too good to resist.

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•—✧✷ Alright, my curious companions, buckle up for a little rendezvous into the aesthetics of both my CR-self and DR-Self. If you're itching to unravel the layers of my vibe, swing by to the "Beeyuh Core" page, or if you want more shifting teas, drive your Mercedes to "Hana's Shifting Teas" that you can access from the front page! 👀

And with that, my luvlies, behold the finale of my introduction—lovely, yet a tad messy. Here's to hoping that as you tread the path of my posts, you, my moots and followers, get to uncover the layers of Hana Beeyuh. For now, a temporary farewell, my luvlies. Buh-bye~

Xoxo, Hana. 💋🫧

back to front page —❥ 💙

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[jerzwriter]

Enchanted

This absolutely stunning creation was made by the lovely and talented @/artbyainna on Instagram. I have been so anxious to share it with you - but waited for @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week. I'm so glad it's here!

In my HC, I built on the canon version of their meeting in A Deli...ghtful Meeting. But I've always wondered about the leadup. The moments when life is about to turn upside down in the most delightful way, but we don't see it coming. The only thing Tobias was willing to commit to was remaining a bachelor. Beautiful, even brilliant women were common in his life, but never captivated him for long. But after a brief meeting with this woman, he could not get her out of his mind. These are the moments before Tobias Carrick's life was turned upside down... and he never saw it coming. This story is told from his POV.

Book: Open Heart Book 2 Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey - eventual) Featuring: Aurora Emery Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 A/N: The original title was not Enchanted, but as I was writing this, my daughter was playing the Taylor Swift song of the same name, and it fit so perfectly that I went with it. Participating in @aprilchallenge - Love is in the Air.

"Come on, jackass!" The steam was practically pouring out of Tobias's ears as his hand lay on the horn, refusing to lift it until the moron blocking the intersection moved out of the way. The moron finally did… just in time for the light to turn red.

His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, reminding himself it wasn't worth becoming this upset over. When his eyes opened, the light turned green, and only two thoughts remained. One: his best friend Kerry was really getting to him with her bullshit relaxation tips, and two, he couldn't be mad at her because they seemed to work.

His attitude improved as he drove off, but the morning traffic didn’t. A woman in a non-descript sedan waved at him as he sat in traffic, her eyes imploring him to wait so she could get out of her tight parking spot. He may have behaved differently a few moments ago, but a small smile tugged at his lips as he waved her on. 

Then he had an idea. A parking spot on the streets of Boston? Unheard of. And that spot just happened to be located a few doors down from his favorite deli? That wasn't a coincidence. No, this was divine intervention telling him to reward himself with a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich from Boston Pocket. Without another thought, he parallel-parked his Santorini black Jaguar into the freshly vacated spot with ease.

It was a cool morning for late August, and he promised himself he'd go for a jog after breakfast. After all, God may have felt Tobias deserved that sandwich, but He wasn’t ensuring his toned abs. Nope, that rested squarely on him.

Bells jingled, and a delightful aroma wafted over Tobias as he opened the door. He inhaled deeply to take it all in. Yep, this would be well worth an extended jog.

"Whose next?" A young man barked from behind the counter. 

Tobias raised a hand. "Bacon, egg, and cheese on a Kaiser roll. Salt and pepper."

"Want ketchup?"

"Do I look like a heathen to you?" Tobias leered, and the young man's grin made it clear that he shared his sentiments.

"Coming right up!"

With nothing to do but wait, he rested his elbow against the counter to take in the sights. Tobias Carrick had an unrivaled ability to look like he belonged anywhere, and this was no exception. So as he blended into the background, he quietly watched everyone who didn't. 

The older woman dripping in diamonds and expensive designer clothes, a little dog resting comfortably in a Louis Vuitton carrier. He couldn't imagine what she was doing here. Of course, she probably knew this dive had the best breakfast in Boston, money be damned. Two high school kids uncrumpled the bills in their hands to find they did have enough to add homefries to their order. Then there was the cute little brunette with her shapely legs well-displayed in a tiny black linen skirt and matching high heels. Her eyes were waiting to meet his as they trailed slowly over her body, and he took the smirk on her cherry-stained lips as an invitation that he was eager to accept. He was about to take a step in her direction when a melodic laugh from the booth behind him created a distraction.

"It sure would!" The beguiling beauty beamed, mindlessly tucking an errant strand of her long, golden locks behind her ear. All at once, Tobis felt compelled to learn what “it” was and what it was going to do?  

With the brunette who had held his attention moments before forgotten, he couldn't peel his eyes off this new vision. He stared, spellbound, as she animatedly waved her hands and joyfully conversed with her companion. Tobias Carrick observed for a living, and he had assessed her in mere moments. He was confident that no one could make a ratty, old Henley and a likely decades-old pair of jeans look that good so effortlessly, and that smile could not be faked. There was something so genuine about her, and he couldn’t look away.

He let out a little chuckle when he noticed her morning beverage of choice: a chocolate milkshake with the whipped cream already scooped off. He wasn't sure if it was revolting or adorable. If attributed to anyone else, the prior may have been the victor, but in this case, the latter undeniably won. His breath hitched when she leaned over and wrapped her lips around the straw. Never in his life was he more jealous of an inanimate object.

That solidified it. He had to work his way into their conversation. He was not leaving without her number, but how? He continued to watch her serendipitously, a pleasant smirk on his lips when he heard a loud crash.

The doctor in him took over, and he rushed toward the man collapsed on the floor, but, to his shock, the object of his affection had beat him to it.

"I’m getting his pulse!” The beauty yelled.

Was she a doctor?

“Sir!” Her companion hollered and pointed directly at him. “I need you to call 911!”

“I’m dialing now.”

He watched carefully, ready to jump in if needed, but he was a physician long enough to know that too many cooks spoil the soup, and the two women had things under control. Well, at least one of them did.

“Thank God you stopped me, Aurora!”

 Thank God, indeed. He thought, then his eyes widened… Aurora? Could that be?

The paramedics barreled through the front door and made a beeline to the patient on the floor. 

“Dr. Emery, what have we got?”

A smug smile came to his lips. It was her.

With the situation well under control, Tobias pulled out his phone and began texting rapidly.

… still want to snag Harper Emery?

… has she been receptive to you?

…. I’ve got an idea…

He looked up from his phone, dismayed to find Harper Emery’s niece and her stunning companion were gone.

“Shit!” he muttered, reminding himself they couldn’t have gone far.

“They were the doctors that just helped that man, right?”

The waiter stood before the abandoned table, holding a tray of food as the server behind the counter nodded.

“At least it wasn’t an eat-and-ditch,” the young man shrugged. “They didn’t eat and only ditched to save a guy's life.”

“Hey,” Tobias jumped in. “Do me a favor. Pack their food up… right away!”

“Were you with them?” the waiter asked.

Tobias pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the waiter. “Too many questions!” He spat. “Wrap the food and give it to me… quick… oh, and keep the change!”

“I’m on it!” The waiter grinned, handing Tobias a brown paper bag in a flash.

The bells that had greeted him upon entering now heralded his exit as he rushed outside. The two women were half a block away, well within catching distance.

“Doctors! Wait!” he yelled. “You forgot your breakfast!”

He had a definitive purpose now, and he knew what needed to be done. Still, it took all his strength to forget about wooing the young Dr. Emery to Kenmore. Every primal instinct within him was screaming to forget everything except getting this angel’s phone number. But when he stood before them, he handed the bag to Aurora.

“Oh, thanks!” The young Emery smiled. “Can I pay you for this?”

“Don’t mention it,” he said with his signature grin. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was charm. “I’m more than happy to treat a couple of heroes to breakfast.”

“Oh, we’re not heroes,” Emery replied. He may have been focusing on her, but his peripheral vision was finely tuned in to her friend, and was she ever checking him out.

“You were really something back there,” he continued.

He was impressed with his ability to focus. After all, luring Harper Emery to Kenmore would be a huge feather in his cap, and getting her niece there first could be just the ticket. This would really impress the top brass, and he had reason to want to do that. There was only one Aurora Emery. Pretty women, were a dime a dozen, right? If this one slipped through his fingers, there’d be another… eye on the prize. Then, she had to go and speak.

“She’s one of the best doctors at Edenbrook,” the beauty chimed in.

“I don’t doubt it,” he said with a broadened smile. God, she sounded like an angel. Focus! “It takes a very cool head under pressure to catch a detail like a cyanosis.”

Somehow, he managed to keep the conversation on point, wrapping it up by placing his business card into Aurora’s hands.

“Let me know if you’re ever looking for a change of pace.”

Less than a second after completing his task, the little head regained control of the big one. His eyes slowly raked over the tall beauty at Aurora’s side. He could feel the heat emanating between them, and he knew she felt it, too, when he saw the delicate blush on her cheeks. OK, she was interested. And when their eyes met, he was careful to not look away. He wanted to ask for her name. Her number. Could he buy her a coffee? Any chance she’d ditch her friend and grab breakfast with him? But he thought better of it and offered an enticing smile instead. He had to play this right, but this was not over.

After exchanging goodbyes, he turned and jogged back to the deli. But when he reached the door, he couldn’t help but look back once more. And was he ever happy that he did. He smiled with delight when he saw her staring right back at him. With his ego fully restored, he gave her a little wink before returning inside.

No. This was not over, and this is not where their story ended. If Tobias knew anything, he knew that he would see to that.

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[stephy-gold]

60th years of G-Woman

Happy 60th years SCULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!

the night before her birthday Mulder had a beautiful surprise for Scully. he planned a night out In fancy restaurant with a ball room for dinner and dance. A couple of weeks ago when he was thinking how he would celebrated her this year because he forgot the past two years, he playfully blamed it to age. 

Mulder selected a fancy Italian restaurant he found on Instagram after asking William for help to surprise his mom; the restaurant has a gorgeous aesthetic resembling a Italian village, in the middle of the room is a dance floor and a stage for the musicians, the comments on the instagram feed are great; Mulder saw the menu online at it had the favorite dishes of Scully and also her favorite wine. He made the reservation for Friday night; he planned to take her the day before her birthday and celebrate at midnight together in the intimacy of their bedroom. 

Now the next step is buying the gift, for his one in however how many millions are in the world right now; he did one of the things he hated more in the world, go to the mall, he spend a whole day looking for what to buy, he enter a jewelry store an the young woman help him to choose. 

Woman (smiling at him): hi sir, welcome, can I help you find anything?

M (not understanding that the woman was talking to him): oh yes thank you, I’m looking for something for my partner. 

Woman: tell me about her and the occasion so I’ll help you sir found the perfect gift. 

M: well hmm we’ve met 31 years ago when she start working with me, she is the most beautiful woman I´ve ever met, we been together for more than 20 years now and the occasion is for her sixtieth birthday. 

Woman: it’s obvious how much you love her sir, now tell me about what she looks like. 

M: she is petite, with the bluest eyes you ever seen, her hair is red thanks to the dye these days, not that she needed it but she doesn’t relent to the fading red of her natural color; her smile is beautiful, she doesn’t like to wear big jewelry or very visible just simple but elegant pieces. 

Woman: I think I know the best piece. (She goes to the glass and took out a set of necklace, earrings and ring with diamonds and emeralds, not too big or obnoxious)

M: it’s incredible, I will take it. 

W: perfect sir, I’ll arranged the set and it’s yours. Do you want any inscription or a card inside of the box?

M: I didn’t think about it, the card will be fine

W: what do you want me to write sir?

M: to my constant and touchstone, happy 60th birthday G-Woman. Ps: you are ageless Ly <3 

Then the woman gave him the gift and he left. 

At Friday night 

Mulder was getting ready he was wearing his tuxedo, a rare sight these days in his retirement from special agent to teacher in Quantico like scully. He told scully they were going out on a romantic dinner to a place that requires black tie; scully chose an emerald green long velvet dress with sleeves and a nice pair of heels. Mulder couldn’t help but smiled when he see her. 

At the restaurant the evening unfolded with charm at the candlelight in their table and the soft twinkling lights creating a romantic atmosphere, the band started to play soft melodies to the couples dinner. 

Scully: mulder this place is enchanting, how did you manage to find it?

mulder: a little bit of faith scully (feigning hurt) but yeah actually Will taught me to look on instagram for venues. 

Scully: I love it mulder (she gave him a kiss) 

After dinner mulder stood and took scully to the dance floor, the swayed to the rhythm of every slow song and dance to the ones with a much rapid rhythm, a photographer took their picture while dancing it was a beautiful one were scully was leaning on mulder chest and mulder was looking at her like she was the only woman on this earth, and for him that she was. 

Scully feet started to hurt and they return to their table, mulder order another bottle of her favorite wine and give the waiter a note when scully didn´t see. Minutes later the waiter appeared with a new bottle of whine and a dessert with a candle light and the number 60th in it, the other waiter handed her a flower bouquet mulder order previously from a florist. After the dessert and half bottle of wine he decided to give her the special gift he bought at the jewelry store. 

M: Scully I only wanted to thank you for the amazing life you decided to live with me, I’m so grateful to be celebrating with you and I hope you like it. 

Scully: mulder I wouldn’t have it any other way, you’re and always be my constant

Mulder: even when I´ll be gray and old? (He said teasing her)

Scully: what do you mean with when? (She laughs) you already are my silver fox, Mulder and you’re not old 

Mulder: well thanks for the boost G-woman

He then took the gift bag where the jewelry set was. “And finally my last gift scully”. She opened it and the first thing she saw was the card “to my constant and touchstone, happy 60th birthday G-Woman. Ps: you are ageless Ly <3” “Oh, Mulder" she retrieve the card and was left without words the gorgeous set of jewelry was astonishing and perfect for her outfit, she looked at mulder who saw her with love and awe. “Mulder this is omg beautiful” he kissed her. “Let me put it in that neck of yours, you mind?” She grab her hair and put it aside so mulder could put on the necklace and then he kneels, with a few cracks of knee, to put on the ring on her well manicured finger. She also put on the earrings. The photographer ask them to stand to take a picture of them, they agree and the picture is taken. 

The dance floor called them again so they keep dancing and swaying to the rhythm. When the music stops Mulder look for the first time in the whole evening his clock, it marked 1:00 am, they had dance the whole night. 

“Well well well my cinderella it appears that our magic dance is ending” 

“mulder what are you talking about?” Scully gave him her raise eyebrow and disbelief look 

“well its 1 am scully you’re officially 60th, happy birthday” Mulder put his arm on her waist and kiss her “how does it feels, anything aches?” He ask her teasing. 

“You tell me mulder I’m not the one who woke up whining because of his back and refuse to go to the urologist” she replied, 

“Oh that was a low blow scully, not fair; in my defense the urologist isn’t necessary” mulder said with a playful tone. 

“Mulder seriously I can’t believe we danced the whole night, my feet are going to kill me tomorrow or well in the morning” 

“so what scully you had fun, I’ll be happy to carry you the whole day tomorrow if your feet hurt much” they were walking to the door out 

“oh mulder your are sweet, but no your back wouldn’t like it”. 

The photographer stop them and give them the pictures. 

“Thank you so much” said mulder to the man and gave him 20 dollars

At the unremarkable house they enjoy each other comfort and intimacy, despite scully teasing about his stamina, they did great in the bedroom.  

@today-in-fic

#dana scully #fox mulder #the x files #ao3 fanfic #msr #mulder x scully #scully birthday #txf #xf fanfic #msr fanfic #couples in love #au x files #after x files revival #my birthday is coming so I thought about writing a little birthday fic #romantic

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

For the toh asks, 2?

HI YES!! Okay!! Thank you sm for the ask and creating the list!!

(Here is the ask game for those who want to follow and ask!)

2.) Ramble about your favorite character of all time as much as you want. We're listening

Oh my titan. WHERE TO EVEN START??

So my favorite character is probably either Amity or Luz. Mostly Amity but I kin Luz and ship Lumity so fucking hard like UGH I LOVE THEM.

BUT LIKE WHY DO I LOVE HER, right??

Me as a person just resonates with Amity a lot. Even though I found the show as I was 17 going on 18 and not at all in the same age range as her. When I first saw the show back during 2020 in the pandemic; I'd seen an Instagram edit. My entire feed was blowing up about this show. Like "Oh my god these two characters are really hinted at being gay!!" Because Enchanting Grom Fright literally was such a big thing, and even though I had no idea what this show would become; it literally was an eye-opening experience.

As I said, I was 17; but I was out as a lesbian (not nonbinary yet but a month or so later I did), and for such a long time I was struggling to find actual mf representation that fit and represented me. That's one of the reasons why I believe shows like TOH are unbelievably important to have-- because that representation can literally save people's lives. Anyway... Finding out that Amity was cannonly a lesbian (or was suspected to be subtext wise) and Luz bisexual, my entire demeanor was like "this. This is absolutely the content I needed when I was younger."

And I love Amity for many reasons, not just as a representational aspect but as her character develops and grows, she starts to change over the course of the show in a way that is healthy. She's realizing how to act for herself-- something I also related to because of semi-not-so-great parents. And her making decisions for what SHE wants.

Her and Luz's relationship as well, it's so undermined as just "oh they're gay" not just that but the fact that Luz is able to show and reveal the parts about Amity as herself, and help her grow; not only as a person but into someone she wants to be?? Amazing. Their relationship is real and feels truthful. Especially when they have that miscommunication about Luz's Dad and them just talking. They aren't perfect, but they communicate, and they do their best to be there for one another.

And not only that but Amity being so worried about not being a good girlfriend for Luz because she cares a lot. Just feeling insecure, but like Luz being her; she doesn't care!! She likes Amity as she is, and she doesn't even think twice if she's "good enough" or not because to Luz, she always is. In combination of that thought too it's like, Amity being afraid of rejection because she feels that Luz can see her for who she truly is despite what guard she projects and holds up from and on the behalf of her family name from the earlier of S1. Just the whole part where Amity over the course of the story changes and is actively flawed in ways that doesn't constitute for dismissing that previous growth that Luz helped with.

She is flawed but she is herself.

Also, not to even cover her designs throughout the show, I absolutely love her timeskip design. The undercut?? Absolutely love. Every fit she has, she absolutely rocks. Same with Luz. They just both look so slay. The absolute power couple.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is that not only because of Amity but also as a whole with TOH (just in this case of her because she's my favorite character) that representation that Dana brought to the table with TOH was so impactful to me and like- Amity is just so cool. I love her.

#thank u sm for the ask and giving those questions #billys replying to asks #ask games #the owl house #amity blight #i hope some of this at least makes sense??

[jhkfan123]

enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 3

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✦iii.

A/N: this chapter is actually so rushed but chapter four is *chef's kiss* so i'm allowing myself to publish this. 

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today was the day. no, not the day of rachels party. the day of your actors on actors interview. you were doing it alongside jenna ortega, who, while a bit younger than you, seemed to have a similar career. you were so excited. you had never met her before.  you picked out your outfit, with the help of your stylist. you decided on a pair of black slacks, and a white sleeveless, corset top. a black belt with a gold buckle. bangles on your arms, and a gorgeous necklace stack. your hair was done nicely. 

when you arrived on set, you were taken to meet all the behind-the-scenes crew. in front of you was a blank room, with two dark emerald chairs, and a table slightly off to the side. jenna hadn't seemed to arrived yet. you weren't really sure where to go. after meeting everyone, you were told that you had to go sit down in your chair. you were specifically directed to sit in the chair on the right side. when you sat down, you sunk into the chair. you adjusted your posture slightly. for a while, you just sat there until you finally caught sight of jenna ortega. she wore a white flowy long sleeve that was slightly transparent, as you could see her black top underneath. on the bottom, she wore plaid pants and high heels. you stood up to give her a handshake. 

"hi, its nice to meet you. i'm jenna". she took your hand and shook it. 

"hi! im y/n. lovely to meet you." you responded. she took her seat in the open seat across from you.  

"alright guys so i'll tell you what's going to happen. so first you guys are just going to have your conversation, and then we will do some photos around the set, ok?" you looked around for where the voice was coming from, and eventually located it to a producer behind a camera. you both nodded. "alright, feel free to start." you guys looked at each other and the conversation just began to flow. the two of you seemed to really get each other. you had similar upbringings, and a scarily similar career. 

after bonding for a while, you brought up filming locations. after your hit show, which filmed in london. 

"i love london." she said. you agreed with her. london had always been one of your favorite places ever since you first visited as a child.

"so do i girl.  I feel like if i didn't live in la, i would for sure live in london." you said. you saw her nod and agree with you. 

"you know a lot of british people were working on the set of "wednesday" and they told me i have the humor of a fifty-something taxi driver in london." you laughed at her joke. this whole experience was very eye-opening. throughout the course of the conversation, you felt yourself making a new friend. the two of you were so similar, and you really bonded over things like this. you couldn't wait to learn more about her. next, you started talking about recognition. that was something you had struggled with. you weren't really sure how to act with complete strangers who approached you on the streets.

"you know, the thing about recognition, is that, these are total strangers. total strangers who are coming up to you and asking you for a photo, or a hug, or they want to give you something. and when they offer to give you something you are trained not to take it because you have no idea if its laced or if its dangerous. and its heartbreaking to see people's faces when you deny a gift because chances are it was perfectly fine and you just have to let them go. and while i'm happy to take a few photos, i still have this habit of feeling so horrible when i'm not able to take a picture with every single person who wants one. it makes me feel so bad. and not to mention the dm's i get on instagram." jenna continually nodded. "i mean, i get love confessions from people i've never even seen in real life. i get these messages from people, telling me that i saved their life!" you began to tear up. "and i just don't know how to react. do i respond? if i respond i feel like i have to respond to every dm i get. and it's much harder to deal with than anyone told you. it's almost a feeling of, not being real. people just kind of tell you things that you don't know how to respond. they tell you things they can't tell anyone else and its not fair that you have to deal with these things. you know, they trauma dump and they tell you about their parents who are hard on them and you don't know what to do. and everyone i talk to about this just tells you to 'be grateful that you even have these people doing this' to you and, i am but i can't be grateful all the time when i have people telling me i am their only escape from their abusive parents, for example."  jenna listened the entire time. you wiped the tears in your eyes. 

"i totally agree. like i just took down my instagram because it gets really hard. and i'm so grateful that i can be with my family who knows me for who i am and i don't have to worry about social media. but, um, yeah media training is someone no one really talks about," you agreed. "and it really should be talked about more because it's a huge part of maintaining your image." she said. you found her very articulate. she had the vocabulary of no one else you knew that was her age.  

"ok well that took a dark turn. lets have a more peppy conversation shall we?" you suggested.  she laughed and nodded.

...

when the two of you had finished your interview, you gave her a hug. you had really connected with her and really opened up. now, you had to take a few photos. the two of you posed like there was no tomorrow. she was naturally photogenic, in your opinion, and the photos turned out great. 

you left the set and drove away. today, you had made a spare of the moment decision to go meet rachel for lunch. you decided on south beverly grill, in beverly hills. 

when you arrived, rachel was already sitting. you sat down and placed you bag down next to you. 

"ok, tell me everything about the actors on actors." she asked. so, you spilled. you told her everything. how you got emotional, how you bonded, how you joked. it really made the whole experience seem surreal. 

"don't you have yours in a few weeks?" you asked. you remember her briefly mentioning how she had been asked to do one alongside the little mermaid star, halle bailey. 

"i do, i can't believe you remember that! i'm very excited for that, especially after your five star review of yours." she laughed. you joined her. 

after the two of you ordered your meal, she brought up the party tomorrow night. "ok, so the party. it's going to be amazing. I have, like, a ton of new recipes i'm going to try. we are going to have drinks and music and a nice appetizer type thing."  you thought of the party. and then you thought of tom. he was going to be there.

"yes, i really am looking forward to tomorrow." you were also looking forward to seeing tom. "i know how much you love to cook, so i know there will be absolutely no problem with the food. but i do have request." she looked up at you.

"yeah for sure, go for it." she encouraged. 

"for the music, play jazz. i promise it will make the entire party much more classier." you suggested. 

"i got it." 

#tom blyth #jhkfan123 #hollywood #fame #coriolanus snow #hunger games #rachel zegler

[lesbian-helen-gansey]

books I read in June & July

This is late because I’ve been on a self-imposed social media hiatus for the past few weeks! I’m technically still not back, I just got on to post this. My weeks being semi-offline have been relatively uneventful. I have watched pretty much every Netflix documentary I’m even remotely interested in and have regressed to listening to the podcasts I used to listen to in high school. I’ve completed a few sudokus and gotten stuck and quit a ton of sudokus. I’ve mostly been using my concerta to play mahjong tiles on my laptop with a laser focus. Staying off all social media entirely has so far been the only effective way of preventing me from doom scrolling, and it seems (at least from my daily listen of NPR up first) that there remains of plethora of things to doom scroll about, so I am going to try to wait a little longer before returning. The enchanting lure of Tumblr does call me tho. To quote John Milton "God therefore left him free, set before him a provoking object, ever almost in his eyes; herein consisted his merit, herein the right of his reward, the praise of his abstinence. Wherefore did he create passions within us, pleasures round about us, but that these rightly tempered are the very ingredients of virtue?”

The Harbor by Katrine Engberg (4/5)

This is a crime novel that takes place in Copenhagen about detectives searching for a missing child. I think that it’s actually the third book in a series about this team of police officers, but it made sense as a stand alone having not read the others. It was pretty slow, and hard to get into, but I did end up really liking it. It was hard to get into it, but once I was in it, I was really in it. I read a lot of thrillers, and I find many of them to be sort of absurd in an attempt to be clever. I concede that it’s hard to think of an ending that is both surprising and satisfying, but I still think many of the current authors don’t do a particularly good job with the task. This one, however, built to a really interesting ending. It was both well-foreshadowed and sufficiently surprising.  I think I just dislike how a lot of thrillers and crime dramas build to something that is an almost absurdly dramatic climax in an attempt to, I don’t know, shock the reader or raise the stakes, and I really appreciated that this wasn’t that. I’ll probably read the others in the series. (adult fiction)

Trick Mirror by Jia Tolentino (5/5)

I liked this a surprising amount. I’ve grown sort of jaded with the personal essay scene, so I was a little skeptical about how much I would like a book of essays from a New Yorker writer, but I have really liked the Jia Tolentino essays I’ve read online, so I decided to read it, and I loved it. I find it difficult to find thoughtful, and nuanced essays about feminism, but these essays were really interesting. The kind of essays that are willing to hold a lot of things in their hands and aren’t interested in driving home some argument but rather examining thoughts. “Always be Optimizing” is one of my favorite essays from the book, and it just has such interesting thoughts about the influence of capitalism on feminism. I found Tolentino to be really self-aware and begrudgingly lovable. Almost against my wishes, I left this book really loving Jia Tolentino. (Before reading this, I had found her instagram incredibly annoying bc I am a judgmental person, but now I’m entirely endeared. Too bad I’m not on instagram anymore to see her photos.) (creative nonfiction)

Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (5/5)

This book is like, gay gay. I thought people were calling this book “lesbian vampires” like it had gay subtext 21st century readers were reading into. But no. Gay for real. Gayer than gay romances published today. Gonna have portions of it as the selected readings for my wedding one day. They probably won’t let me get married in a church if I do, but worth it. If you can’t get enough of Lucy and Mina in your inbox, this is for you. (adult fiction)

Atlas of the Heart by Brene Brown (4/5)

Brene Brown Stans rise. This book basically defines and categorizes a bunch of emotions to help us better understand what we’re feeling, which Brown says helps us process our experiences. This wasn’t a favorite of mine by her, mostly because it’s a little more of a reference book, but I still ended up with a bunch of hastily typed notes in my notes app of things I need to remember from it. (nonfiction)

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke (5/5)

This book is so fucking good. You have to read this book. I think it’s probably best to go into it with as little info as possible. It’s hard to describe without giving away things that make it exciting. When my best friend recommended it to me, she described it as if Madeline Miller wrote a psychological thriller. She all but forced my other friend and I to read it, and subsequently all three of us have been evangelizing about it. We’ve all but started some sort of mlm of our own personal downlines spreading the word about Piraniesi. I’m currently making my therapist read it. This book made me say “holy shit” and “oh my god” out loud as I was reading. (adult fiction)

How to do Nothing by Jenny Odell (3/5)

This was a little too conceptual and philosophical for me. But the author does love birds as much as I do, which I loved. (Also I recently discovered that there are apps that basically let you Shazam bird calls. This is one of the greatest discoveries of my life. I’ll never be bored again. I’ll be outside shazaming the Sparrow songs.) The book is basically about pushing back against the capitalistic urge to always be productive and instead to really engage in the world around you, which I have, subsequently, been trying to do more of. I’ve been spending a lot more time than usual almost moved to tears by how many different shades of green trees are. One of my favorite things is when the leaves blow in the wind, and you can see the undersides have a whiter color, and the contrast between the tops and bottoms of the leaves blowing looks so dynamic. (nonfiction)

Nice Girls by Catherine Dang (3/5)

Speaking of thrillers with over the top endings. I was actually pretty into this book until the end. I think I had to stop and roll my eyes more than once during the climax. It seemed like it was building to something interesting, and then, at the big reveal, the author took like, the least interesting route, which was disappointing. I don’t know, it was fine. I don’t know why I keep reading like, the women’s thriller genre when I always feel meh about them. (adult fiction) 

Peril at End House by Agatha Christie (4/5)

Not my very favorite Christie, but I still liked it. I did find it a little difficult to keep up with who all the characters were, but that’s par for the course for me with Christie lol. I wish I had more to say about it, but I really don’t. Poirot meets a young women who has had several attempts on her life, and he interjects himself to try to save her. Maybe one day Poirot will go on vacation without getting mixed up in a murder, the poor guy. He can’t go anywhere. (adult fiction)

Feminism is For Everybody by bell hooks (5/5)

Everything about feminism that I read from bell hooks I’m just like, yes. Fucking yes. She gets it. I think (hope) everyone is finally realizing the extent to which the modern feminist movement is slightly spineless and had been eaten away at by capitalism, and this book is like, back to basics. It’s time to end lifestyle feminism. (nonfiction)

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie (5/5)

I loved this one. A man is murdered in his study and a local doctor helps Poirot, who recently moved to the town, solve the mystery. Super clever, couldn’t put it down. I don’t ever expect that I’m going to solve Christie’s mysteries, but I felt truly had by this one, in the best way possible. She got me good. (adult fiction)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (5/5)

Honesty, Pride and Prejudice is a page turner. Having seen the movie a lot combined with Austen’s writing style, I knew I would like it, but I didn’t expect to like, can’t-put-it-down-love-it, but I totally did. I could not stop reading it, and the whole time I was like, girl you know Pride and Prejudice how are you on the edge of your seat about this, but it was so good. Austen knows how to write a romance. She perfected the craft in 1813. (It also got me back into the Lizzie Bennet Diaries which is somehow still super fun all these years later). (adult fiction)

Dopamine Nation by Anna Lembke (3/5)

Told through the lens of her patient’s stories of addiction, a psychiatrist writes about how modern society’s easy access to dopamine is actually making us more unhappy. A lot of the book focuses on how we are able to get high dopamine rewards very easily from things like social media without any of the effort it would usually take to get a dopamine reward, and this is skewing our ability to find happiness in more mundane things. There were definitely parts of this book that I thought were super interesting and important and have encouraged me to spend more time without any sort of distraction and to not be so pain and boredom averse. That being said, the book really lost me in the last half. I feel like it kind of goes off in a different direction that feels less relevant. (nonfiction)

The Woman in the Library by Sulari Gentil (4/5)

A meta-feeling mystery about a writer writing a book about a writer who is in the Boston Public Library when a woman is found dead. She and the group of people she meets while they get wrapped into trying to solve the mystery. I really liked the story within the story and the connection between the fictional author and the mystery. I don’t think it actually meets the definition of a cozy mystery, but it felt more like that than a sort of traditional mystery or thriller. I found the main character slightly annoying, but it didn’t bother me all that much. (adult fiction)

Running with Lions by Julian Winter (3/5)

This was a cute book. It’s a ya romance about two boys on a soccer team who reconnect at their team’s summer practice camp. It was a little young for me, which is why I didn’t love it. If I had read it at like, fifteen I probably would have been a lot more invested in it. It was cute though. I just, don’t really connect with a character worried about graduating high school anymore. It’s a little harder to get into. (ya fiction)

Rush by Lisa Patton (3/5)

This book is about girls and their moms going through sorority rush at the university of Mississippi, which is an incredible concept. Sorority rush is fascinating, and dramatic, and cutthroat. However, this book, especially the second half, stops being about the drama of rush and starts being “white girls discover racism and then decide to fix it.” They do fix, by the end of the book. Don’t worry, the white girls do solve racism. The parts of this book that were about rush were great, the parts that attempted to be about race were just, borderline painful. I think this is probably what would have passed for a “brave” book about race in like, 2011. Except it was written in 2018. (adult fiction)

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