#COULD NOT fall asleep last night idk if it was bc of the show or bc i was coughing lmao but

[kooktrash]

WHAT DID U GUYS DO ON UR DATE ON MONDAYY 🥺🥺🥺

seven dates in one day

2.2k words. straight fluff and nothing else. they’re literally so whipped and it hasn’t even been 24 hours since they 🤭🤭 for the first time. idk I wanted to do a drabble bc i felt like they needed a whole part of their first date since it became official that y/n liked him too

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There was something about waking up after a good night’s sleep that drove you absolutely insane. The need to just stay in bed and try to fall back asleep was strong and as your eyes fluttered open to the bright sun beaming down on your face, all you wanted to do was hide under the navy blue comforter. You turned on your side, tempted to do just that and fall back asleep but a small scream left your lips.

“Morning,” Jungkook was laying on his side, eyes wide open with that little sparkle in the iris as he watched your attempt to wake up with a smile on his face like he didn’t just scare you half to death. You released a small groan pulling the comforter up to your chin, “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yes, did you know you snore?” Jungkook asked and before you knew it he was mimicking what you could only assume was you snoring. You shot a hand up to cover his mouth and he just laughed, “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you mumbled as you turned on your back, “I’m tired, what time did we go to sleep last night?”

“I don’t know, 3am?” Jungkook said he moved to sit up, “But I’m not letting you sleep our whole day away.”

You released a groan, “Jungkook, I’m tir—hey!”

You don’t know how he did it but he managed to pick you up with ease, comforter and all, carrying you out of the room, “Put me down, we have all day.”

“It’s already ten,” Jungkook said, “Don’t you want to get ready?”

“For?”

Jungkook gasped loudly, “Our date? I’ve got the whole day figured out, I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

You released a sleepy yawn, rubbing your eyes as he sat you down on his couch and you wrapped yourself in the comforter like it was a cocoon of warmth. Jungkook looked at you with hearts in his eyes as he combed his hair out of his face, “We’ll go get brunch and that’ll wake you up.”

Jungkook didn’t plan on wasting any more time away from you than needed so when he dropped you off at your place, he hurried back home to shower and get dressed before running a couple red lights to go to you again. By the time he got to your place you were just getting out of the shower so like the ever so patient guy he is, he sat on your couch and waited anxiously.

“Ready?” You asked about coming out in a pretty black dress that showed off the majority of your tattoos and on Jungkook’s way to stand up, his knee hit your coffee table and knocked over an unlit Lana Del Rey candle with her face as Jesus, “My candle!”

Jungkook fixed her back in place and with a cheeky grin he walked over to you at the door, “My mistake, I need to show her more respect.”

“Obviously.”

The first start on this ‘seven course date’ was at a sma brunch cafe. You stared at everything on the menu with a small pout trying to see what you might like. Jungkook looked at you with a smile, “Are you ready to order?”

“No,” you said even as the waitress stood there waiting, with a sigh you looked back at him, “Order something for me.”

You listened in on the way he ordered everything and you were surprised that he ordered something you might like. The waitress looked at him with a slight blush in her cheeks whenever he looked back at her and you just watched her bite her lip and soften her voice to sound a bit more feminine.

Jungkook even made sure to ask for a specific ingredient in your order to not be put in, proudly explaining that you don’t like it so hold off on it and yet she just looked at him adoringly. You could tell right away that she found him attractive and though part of you expected that — because just look at him — you felt a little bothered considering you were sitting right there. You shifted your gaze down to the menu and just as you were beginning to tune them out, you felt the tip of his black combat boot against your foot. You played back, your foot bumping into his and you could see the way his smile widened when you both thanked the server as she left with your orders.

“How’d you know what I don’t like?” You asked in regards to the way he asked for certain things off your plate. Jungkook shrugged, “I’ve snooped through your lunches at work before.”

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes even if you smiled, your feet never stopping their game of footsies, “Wow, you really are obsessed with me.”

Jungkook just nodded proudly with a smile, “Obviously, not like I kept it a secret.”

The second course of your date was a simple walk in the park to walk off the abundance of food the two of you ate. He made you hold hands the entire way down the Han River, swinging them back and forth to the point where yours had grown clammy and you were whining, “Yah, my hand is sweating.”

“Yum,” Jungkook kissed your knuckle, never letting go and once again you rolled your eyes making him smile, “You know, every time you roll those pretty eyes at me, I just want to kiss you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you stopped, “You’re so weird, you know that? Cringey.”

Jungkook pulled you into him by the same hand until your front was pressed against his and you took the lead, leaning on your tip toes and kissed him. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you as you mumbled through kisses, “It’s cute.”

He pulled away, hand to his chest as he faced the River like he was the male lead in some kdrama, “My heart. I’m not used to you or anyone for that matter calling me cute, keep it coming.”

“Well, you only get one compliment per hour,” you joked as you began walking away again, “You get weird when I give you too many.”

“You owe me at least seven of them,” Jungkook said following after you, nearly tripping over his own feet, “For being hot and cold with me all last week.”

The third part of your date was simple, Jungkook wanted to take those corny couple photo shoots at this small studio nearby. He made you wear bear ears and you put a bunny ear headband on him as you squeezed into a photobooth.

In the first picture it was just you two smiling.

In the second, Jungkook was pulling the ears down toward his eyes while you kiss his cheek.

In the third the two of you missed the timer cause he was having a staring contest with you and you refused to back down.

In the fourth, he was kissing you with his eyes closed holding your face in his hands.

The fourth part of your date was an extremely late lunch. This time you ordered food and he excitedly gobbled it all down dramatically saying, “You’ve never bought me food before, I think I’m gonna cry.”

To which you said, “Why are you so dramatic?”

In truth by the time Jungkook had taken you to your fifth destination, you were beyond exhausted. It wasn’t hard or anything, just a short trip to an illusion museum but the amount of times Jungkook stopped, made you pose, and took a dozen pictures of you was tiring.

“How many more?” You asked as he made you pose with your hands under your chin like you were a blooming flower while he snapped away.

“One more, I swear, now say ‘Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world’.”

With a roll of your eyes and a smile on your face, you said, “Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world.”

You finally unposed as he looked down at his phone and about two seconds later you could hear your voice speaking back to you in a video and you gasped, “You said it was a picture!”

“I lied,” Jungkook held his phone away from you, “Next time you’re mean or try to ignore me, I’m gonna play this video for you.”

“Shut up, you like when I’m mean to you.”

“Yeah it turns me on, lowkey.”

The sixth part of the date was short, you went to a small restaurant for hot pot and Soju and he insisted on feeding you every now and then even if you absolutely hated it. He was king of PDA and you were queen of ‘please not in public’.

The seventh and final part was a trip to a stationary store. Jungkook could tell you were tired and probably tired of him already but he just couldn’t contain himself. It’s no secret you were the black cat to his golden retriever energy and he didn’t want the night to end. He loved annoying you because deep down he knew you liked it and he was intent on making you think about him just as much as he thinks about you.

You surprised him in the store when you said, “Let’s pick something out for each other, a secret surprise.”

He spent about thirty minutes debating between two things. One, a sketchbook with a pretty floral cover and two, a candle with a scent that reminded him of himself that he just had to get you with the excuse that maybe it would make you think about him every time you lit it. In the end he ended up buying both — and a matching gel ink pen set that he had seen you eye when you first got here. When he was done he went in search for you and found you at the register getting whatever you got him wrapped up and put in a gift bag.

“Hey!” You squealed as you felt him looming over your shoulder, “Stop peaking, you cheater.”

“I wasn’t!” Jungkook said, backing away, “I was just you know… trying to get a look?”

“Yeah, and that’s peaking, you himbo,” you said, thanking the clerk and heading toward the door, “Now we’re not opening it till we get to my place.”

“Wait, you want me to come over?” Jungkook asked walking you to his car, “Yay.”

…

“Okay, okay let’s open them already!” Jungkook groaned as the two of you sat on the floor in your living room with some rom com playing in the background. You got your gift bag handing it to him and the guy tore into it like it was Christmas morning.

“Alright well I guess we can’t reuse the gif—“

“Oh my god,” Jungkook gasped loudly, “Oh my god!”

You felt your cheeks redden as you looked at all the things he got you, suddenly feeling bad that you only got him one thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Sorry, I should’ve gotten you something better. We can go back an—what are you doing?”

Jungkook was snapping pictures of what you had gotten him. It wasn’t anything crazy, it was a pretty picture frame with a picture printed from earlier today. You put one of the pictures from the photo studio inside, it was one where you were looking at Jungkook while he tried to fix his hair, not even noticing that you had that look in your eyes that he always had when he looked at you.

Jungkook turned it over and on the back the words, ‘Seven first dates in a day’ and the date written in your handwriting.

“Give me a second, I think I’m gonna cry,” Jungkook said and you made a pout. This big, buff, dressed all in black, guy looked damn near close to tears.

“Why?” You asked scooting closer to him, “I promise I’ll get you something else, I thought we were only doing one thing. I know it’s kinda stupid but I figured it was a nice memory after everythin—“

“Shut up,” Jungkook said as he looked away from you, “You’re gonna make me cry.”

You laughed nervously, “Jungkook, I—“

“I’m just not used to you being so sweet,” he cleared his throat, running his thumb over the glass of the frame over you, “I don’t know, I guess I thought that I was still being a pain in the ass and—wait, Y/n, why are you crying? Did I make you cry?”

You hid your face in your hands, full on sobbing, “I was so mean to you a—and you were always so nice but I just wouldn’t let myself believe that you liked me and—why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying!” Jungkook cried. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay let’s stop crying, it’s kinda dramatic.”

“Okay,” he sniffles, “But I was never mad at you for it. I think you blowing me off so much is what made me like you more, you made me want to prove to you that I really wanted to be with you.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Okay, no need to get emotional, sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I liked you too.”

“I know,” Jungkook moved your hair out of your face, “That’s why I didn’t give up. I knew you wrote scared to like me but I get it, I am really hot and it’s intimidating.”

You rolled your eyes laughing a bit, clearly knowing he was trying to make you feel better and it was working.

::.

okay we have sweet, clumsy himbo jk but imagine when he gets jealous for the first time? 🤭

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[greg-montgomery]

hiya!! this is my first time doing a request or anything like that buttt i wanted to ask if you could do one where the team is put up in a hotel for the night, everyone is sent to their own separate rooms but hotch called them in to his room bc he had some last minute thoughts about the case, right before they all go to sleep and y/n shows up in a cute sleep set and everyone is like oh but don’t say anything. they talk about the case for a bit and slowly everyone heads off one by one leaving aaron and y/n but plot twist she’s been quiet bc she snoozed off in the seat in the corner. aaron wakes her up and she apologizes, they start talking a little and she realizes how tired he looks and she idk gives him a massage on the shoulders, it can have innuendos in there but i mostly want her to take care of him, maybe they fall asleep together or something fluff it up plss 🫶🏽

hii!! <333 you're so sweet for sending to me your first request!! i'm sorry it took me a thousand years lmfao i really really hope you like it!!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

With your eyes shut and both of your fists rubbing your eyelids softly as if they could take all the tiredness away, you weren’t able to see the looks your current outfit had earned you.

It wasn’t your usual attire for when discussing an unsub’s profile, but Hotch was the one to blame. You were getting ready for bed when JJ knocked on your door and announced that your boss wanted all of you urgently in his room. If he wasn’t your absolute soft spot, you’d be very pissed off about it.

Aaron seemed to have some new ideas about the case, and since the man apparently never slept, he thought all the rest of you would have the same energy as him. And maybe he wasn’t that far off for the others; but you were extremely tired, running only on three hours of sleep.  So you just chose the comfiest looking spot on the couch of Hotch’s room and snuggled with two of the pillows you found there, simply observing the conversation that was taking place and only jumping in for a comment or two. It was already an achievement for you managing to stay awake for an extra hour.

Or so you thought.

“Y/N…” a gentle voice whispered your name. “Y/N…”

The hand on your shoulder shaking you, just as gently, suggested that said voice was trying to wake you up. But you were so comfortable and so sleepy you chose to ignore it. The whispers were lulling you back to sleep anyway.

Before you managed to drift off completely again, the hand moved to cup your face. A thumb was rubbing your cheek as the voice talked to you again. “You’ll hurt your neck.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and slowly blinked, finding the figure of a man sitting next to you. “Hotch?”

“Hi,” he chuckled. “I thought you’d never wake up.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you rushed to apologize. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.”

“That’s alright.” He smiled at you.

Aaron was right about the neck thing, you could already feel the pain growing and you used your hand to massage it as you switched to a more appropriate sitting position on your boss’ couch.

“I tried to warn you,” he said, lifting his brows. “I wake up sore from every single jet nap.”

“Yeah, I noticed you couldn’t even turn your head when talking to us the other day,” you giggled.

“Don’t make fun of the elderly,” he scolded you. “I’m actually suffering from the pain."

“I’m sorry.”

You were still laughing so Hotch didn’t look entirely convinced by your apology. “Yeah, I can see how much.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you repeated more seriously this time. There was a short pause before you spoke again. “You know…I have a friend that’s a physiotherapist and she’s taught me how to relieve neck pain. I could give you a massage. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

He looked surprised by your offer and you worried you overstepped.

“It’ll be my official apology,” you added.

You saw him letting out a heavy sigh and got yourself prepared for rejection, but instead Aaron nodded, “Sure, why not?”

“Nice!” you clapped twice, hoping you didn’t seem overly excited at the thought of touching him that intimately.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fixated on his large body and broad shoulders. So placing your palms on his toned muscles had your heart racing to the point you were scared he could hear your heartbeat.

Aaron’s heavy breaths when you started massaging his neck sent sparks all over your body. You wondered if he sounded like that during other moments in his life and you had to shake your head to send all the inappropriate thoughts away. Still it was next to impossible not to drool over him; touching him and watching him so up-close.

“Is that nice?” you asked.

“Mhm…”

“You have to be careful of how your posture is when you’re sleeping though. You warned me about it, but won’t do the same for yourself.”

“Maybe we can remind each other,” he suggested.

“Well that sounds like a good idea, but sadly we’re not always together when we’re sleeping.”

“Sadly, huh?”

Your hands froze on his shoulders and you could feel them shaking as Hotch started laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said, covering your face embarrassed.

“I know,” he reassured you with a small laugh. He reached out behind him for your hands as his head fell slightly back to make eye contact with you. You were still covering your face, so he grabbed your wrists gently and moved them down. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m embarrassed.”

He used his grip on your hands to drag you next to him so he could look at you properly. It didn’t need much effort on his side to make you take a seat by his side. “Why are you embarrassed?”

“Because you’re Hotch.”

“And?”

“And it’s self-explanatory. You either get it or you don’t.”

“I see.”

You sat next to each other in silence for a bit. Embarrassed or not, you didn’t want to go. This side of Hotch was very rare to be seen, and you felt grateful you got to witness him like this for once. You weren’t ready for it to end.

“Should I go?” you asked hesitantly.

“Do you wanna go?”

It took you a few seconds to reply, trying to make up your answer. You chose to be honest. “Not really.”

“Then stay.”

“I might fall asleep on your couch again,” you warned him.

“Hmm…there are worse things that could happen to me I think,” he said holding back a grin, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against his chest.

You couldn’t agree more.

[genshin-hsr-rambles]

omg I just stumbled upon this account with perfect timing bc I had this wild dream last night and I need to share it with someone. It was like a fusion of HSR and genshin impact but like in a modern au kinda. And it revolved around Ratio, Aventurine, Alhaitham and Kaveh (with the obvious ships ofc bc even in sleep I’m a diehard shipper lol) but like Aventurine was the mc of sorts of the dream yknow like I wasnt seeing from his perspective or anything but it kinda focused on him. It’s so OOC that I was confused as well but it’s chaotic good.

but anyway so the dream started in what I assume was Ratio and Aventurine’s bedroom bc they were in bed and it was night n shit. for some dumb reason that I don’t remember there was a map of Florida on the wall (they weren’t in america or anything) and Aventurine was convinced that Ratio couldn’t fall asleep without looking at the map even though there was literally no reason to think that and it wasn’t even Ratio’s idea to have the map in the first place. This scene was wildly irrelevant and is only rly mentioned like once later and I find it hilariously out of pocket.

cue the next day where Aventurine and Ratio are invited over to Alhaitham’s house (and kaveh’s but they wouldnt stop calling it alhaithams) for a meal, dinner I think even though it was literally daytime? But yeah they were invited over and so they pulled up and for some reason in my mind the house looked weirdly like my house irl ig dreams are like that. Idk rly where Ratio and Kaveh go off to for a moment but they do go off somewhere whilst Aventurine climbs into alhaitham’s car.

Should probably mention Alhaitham was already in the car so the two kinda just chat for a while and Alhaitham is pretty much like “hey can you not do something stupid or be an asshole for just this one day this is important to me” and Aventurine wasn’t offended by this at all bc apparently Alhaitham was genuinely his friend?? (I was expecting Kaveh and Aventurine but my dream said no) but Aventurine is a bit confused why having dinner with him and ratio is a big deal bc it’s just like having friends over tf. So Alhaitham reaches around to the back seats of the car and pulls out this big stack of books which seems random at first but Aventurine checks all of their front covers and discovers they all say Veritas Ratio on them. Alhaitham explains that he is fascinated by Ratio’s work and was looking forwards to talking abt it so if Aventurine could behave that would be great.

Aventurine doesn’t get to reply or anything tho bc Ratio and Kaveh come along and knocks on the car window to tell them that dinner is ready (looking back on it, I think Ratio might’ve been helping Kaveh cook which is a crime that I didn’t get to see it). When I tell you I have never seen anyone move as fast as Aventurine and Alhaitham did in my life I mean they were FAST bc neither of them wanted to be caught dead by Ratio himself with those books so they just kinda shoved the books into the back seat again (blackout windows I assume?) and got out of the car.

cue the dinner which actually looked really tasty but Aventurine can’t keep his mouth shut despite what Alhaitham said and neither can Kaveh. Kaveh won’t stop complaining abt all the things Alhaitham hasn’t done bc apparently it was his turn to cook and Aventurine for some reason is determined to ruin Alhaitham’s admiration for Ratio and proceeds to bring up the Florida map thing (again, entirely irrelevant). In a moment that must be why he didn’t get into the Genius Society, Ratio decides the only way to get out of this god forsaken dinner is to literally climb out a window… Yeah. Aventurine, Kaveh and Alhaitham are all equally confused.

After much confusion Aventurine decides to excuse himself and follow after Ratio. For some reason the two of them end out in Alhaitham’s car??? And Aventurine shows Ratio THE books and they talk and it was actually surprisingly sweet n wholesome. By this time its actually getting dark tho so they go back into the house eventually to say goodbye and go their seperate ways. When Aventurine and Ratio get home the Florida map isn’ there, then I promptly woke up and was like wtf.

Very long ask and there isn’t even a question either but I had to tell someone. thank you SO MUCH

Lmao this has made my day. I wish I dreamt about HSR and Genshin Impact, that’d be so fun. This has serious crackfic potential lmao.

But you’re right, the whole Florida map thing is so out of pocket. Why do they have a map of Florida? Why did Aventurine choose to hang up a map of Florida in the bedroom? And better yet, why does he think Dr Ratio can’t fall asleep until he sees the map? This is the kind of thing only dream logic can explain. Dream logic also likes to make fictional places look like places you know in real life.

The idea of Kaveh and Alhaitham inviting Dr Ratio and Aventurine over for dinner is actually quite nice. Definitely didn’t expect Alhaitham and Aventurine to be friends, nor will I ever get over Alhaitham straight up telling Aventurine “yo can you like not be a dick for once”. Also Alhaitham having books on Dr Ratio’s studies weirdly makes sense. I too am salty that you didn’t get to witness Kaveh and Dr Ratio cooking. Missed opportunity.

After everything that’s been happening in Penacony, I think Aventurine deserves to be chaotic and determined to ruin Alhaitham’s view of Dr Ratio. Though Dr Ratio straight up climbing out the window— anon, you’re entirely right about the Genius Society. Their sweet moment makes up for all the chaos though (even if Dr Ratio would definitely still be a little pissed Aventurine was spreading misinformation about him).

And to end it all off, the Florida map is just… gone? What, did someone take it down? Or was it never there to begin with? Maybe the real haikaveh/ratiorine was the Florida maps we met along the way.

Thank you for this masterpiece.

[justabigassnerd]

You Knock Me Out, I Fall Apart

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 6,610

Warnings - abandonment, mentions of abortions, implied abuse from Jake's parents, swearing

Inspired by - Dear Theodosia by Leslie Odom Jr & Lin-Manuel Miranda

Summary - Jake walks down memory lane as he shows Bradley a precious photo album

A/N - hey y'all! It's new fic time! This is pretty long but I'm so proud of it. I'm just warning y'all now that I'm British so idk how American football works so Jake & Bradley just support the teams that Glen & Miles support sorry, not sorry. I hope this fic was worth the wait bc it definitely took me a hot minute to write. Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

It was a day off for Jake and Bradley, so they spent the day at Jake’s house while you were at school and as the two relaxed on the sofa after completing a morning of chores Bradley noticed a photo album laid on the coffee table that he’d never seen before.

“Hey Jake, what’s this?” Bradley asks curiously, pointing at the album and Jake smiles softly, reaching out to grab the album.

“Here, you can look through it. It’s an album I started not long after y/n was born. I found it in one of my drawers last night.” Jake says as he hands the album to Bradley, silently encouraging him to open it.

“Are you sure?” Bradley questions, not wanting to overstep any boundaries as his hands hover over the album.

“I’m sure.” Jake smiles and Bradley can’t help but smile back, feeling honoured that Jake trusts him enough to let him look at this precious photo album. Bradley opens the album onto the first page. A small smile graced his face as he read the first page which displays your full name and date of birth along with a picture of you a few days after you were born.

“The day she was born was the best day of my life. Even above beating you for the Top Gun trophy.” Jake laughs lightly, making Bradley roll his eyes jokingly and shove Jake’s shoulder.

“I can tell you some stories as you flick through the album if you’d like?” Jake offers, his smile softening as Bradley turns the page to the first lot of photos Jake had taken, most of them being hospital pictures, he even had one your mother had snapped while he was holding you. Bradley could tell from the look on Jake’s face in the picture that he had loved you since the beginning.

“Was this the first time you held her?” Bradley asked, pointing at the picture. Jake smiles softly at the memory but shakes his head.

“No, that was one of the last photos we took in the hospital. That was the night before we took her home. The first time I held her was a moment I’ll never forget.” Jake says, reminiscing on the moment he held you for the first time.

Jake was just granted access to his girlfriend’s hospital room, finding her fast asleep in her hospital bed. She didn’t want him in the room with her as she gave birth and while Jake wanted to be by her side, he ultimately respected her wishes and waited in the hospital waiting room for the hours it took for you to be born. When he entered the room he noticed the bassinet alongside her bed and he approached slowly, not wanting to startle the newborn. He feels tears well in his eyes at the sight of his daughter swaddled in a baby blanket, sleeping peacefully. He sits down next to the bassinet, silently admiring his child.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Jake turns to see a nurse entering with a gentle smile, a chart in hand as she checks the baby over.

“She’s perfect.” Was all Jake could say in response, he was sure it was obvious to anyone that he’d fallen head over heels for his baby girl.

“I take it you’re dad, then?” The nurse asks, glancing at Jake who nods with a sheepish smile. He was also silently grateful that the nurse wasn’t commenting on his age. At most appointments and even just walking around in public both he and his girlfriend got comments about how they were too young to be having children.

“That obvious, huh?” Jake says, his knee bouncing slightly.

“That look of pure love is one I’m used to seeing.” The nurse chuckles as she finishes writing on her chart.

“Do you want to do skin-to-skin with her?” The nurse then asks, and Jake’s eyes widen at the question.

“I thought that was only something the mother can do.” Jake says, confused at why the nurse had asked him if he wanted to do it.

“Nonsense, dads can do it too. It has similar benefits for the baby. Here, I’ll sort her out while you take your shirt off.” The nurse says, putting her chart down and carefully lifting you into her arms while Jake pulls his hoodie and shirt off. The nurse carefully unwraps you from the blanket and hands you to Jake, gently coaching him through how to hold you safely. Once you were securely in Jake’s arms the nurse took a step back.

“I noticed she doesn’t have a name yet; do you have any ideas?” The nurse asks sweetly, no judgement in her tone as she speaks.

“I think me and her mum are gonna decide later. But I’m personally set on y/n.” Jake says, unable to take his eyes off your sleeping form.

“Well, no matter what you decide I’m sure it’ll be beautiful. Although I must say y/n is a good choice.” The nurse says with a smile before deciding she should continue her rounds so she gently informs Jake to not hold you for any longer than an hour in case you got too hot and then left to give him some privacy. At the sound of the door clicking shut you stirred slightly, your eyes blinking open as you stare up at the man holding you.

“I know I’m not who you were expecting. You were probably expecting your mum, right? I’m your dad, sweetheart and I’m going to love and protect you. But I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, I’m quite scared about all this. My dad wasn’t the kind of person who wanted to raise a kid, so I didn’t have a great role model growing up. But I’m gonna do my damn hardest to be the best dad for you.” Jake whispers to you, spilling his fear to his child as he reaches out a hand to stroke your cheek, stopping when you grab his pinkie in your hand, squeezing it lightly. Jake felt a tear roll down his cheek as you continue to stare up at him before a huge grin breaks out on his face.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ve got your daddy wrapped around your little finger and you’re not even a day old.”

Jake finishes telling Bradley about the first time he held you and he saw how Bradley smiled softly, genuinely interested in what Jake was saying. Bradley’s eyes flicked back down at the picture and back up at Jake.

“So you came up with y/n?” Bradley asks as he flips the page to the next lot of pictures.

“We didn’t want to know the gender before she was born so we came up with a list of names each and honestly the second I saw y/n, I knew I didn’t want any other name for my little girl.” Jake says, a fond smile on his face.

“Did you think she was going to be a girl before she was born, or did you think she was going to be a boy?” Bradley asks, and Jake found his curiousness cute.

“I thought she was going to be a girl. Her mother thought she was going to be a boy. I just had a hunch I’d have a daddy’s girl on my hands.” Jake chuckles, his eyes falling back to the photo album since he hadn’t had a chance to look through the album yet since rediscovering it and when his eyes landed on one picture Bradley noticed Jake’s expression shift to one he couldn’t quite read.

“Are you okay?” Bradley asks gently, worried about how Jake had reacted to the picture.

“Yeah, it’s just… that picture there, it’s one I took a couple of days after y/n’s mother left. It was the first time she smiled after she left.” Jake says, pointing out the picture of you smiling widely and it was obvious that you weren’t looking at the camera, you were looking at your dad behind the camera.

“I never told you about that day, did I?” Jake asks, glancing back up at Bradley who shakes his head.

“No, but I don’t expect you to tell me. You don’t have to.” Bradley insists, not wanting Jake to recount this painful memory.

“No, it’s okay. I want you to know.”

It had been a month since you were born and Jake had found himself falling more and more in love with you each day. But your mother had been growing distant. She’d had you drinking formula from the get-go, hardly held you or looked your way. Jake had worried about her, asking if he should book an appointment with the doctor to see if this was a normal post-birth thing but she always refused.

One morning, Jake woke up and out of instinct, reached across the bed in search of his girlfriend but he found her side cold. He slowly blinked his eyes open and furrowed his brows at the absence of his girlfriend. He climbed out of bed, assuming she’d be in the kitchen of their small flat with a coffee in hand but he found no sight of her anywhere. The more he looked, the more he realised that a lot of her belongings were missing, he went into the living room and found a note on the coffee table and he picked it up with a frown.

‘Jake,

I’m sorry but I had to do this, I had to leave. I never wanted this baby in the first place, and I only kept it because you were so excited about it and because I didn’t want anyone to think lowly of me if I terminated the pregnancy. The whole town already shuns me enough. My parents offered to take me back in if I left you and the baby behind. I had to think of my future and I can’t have that if I’m a mother at the age of eighteen.

Again, I’m sorry.’’

Jake couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks as he read the letter. He couldn’t believe it. Overnight he became a single father whose future lay in the Navy. Despite that, however, he was still adamant that he wouldn’t go anywhere without you. He’d more than willingly give up his place in the Navy before he’d give you up. His sadness quickly turned to anger at the whole situation. How could she just leave like this? If she had spoken to him they could’ve come up with a solution instead of running off and leaving a daughter without her mother. As Jake wiped his tears and crumpled up the note, a small cry came from your room and without hesitation, Jake was heading straight into your room and scooping you up in his arms. He held you close as your cries lessened, comforted by the familiarity of your dad’s arms. Jake pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he willed the tears back into their ducts and plastered a grin on his face for your sake.

“Hey, baby girl. I guess it’s just us two now. But I promise sweetheart that we’re gonna be fine. I’ll figure this all out and we’ll be just fine. It’s us against the world. I guess that means we’re a team, huh? Team Seresin, how does that sound? I think it sounds like we’re going to be one hell of a duo. The Navy will have nothin’ on us.”

When Jake finished explaining what had happened, Bradley felt tears welling in his eyes at what Jake had to go through. His girlfriend left him alone with a baby to look after not long before Jake was due to go to the Naval Academy. Bradley could tell that her leaving affected Jake a lot more than he cared to admit, but he had it drilled in that he had to be strong for his daughter’s sake. And Bradley could tell there was an underlying fear that it would happen again. After all, Jake had not dated a single person since his girlfriend left.

“You know I’d never do that, right?” Bradley says softly, moving a hand to rest on Jake’s as he smiled softly at him. Bradley knew that relationships required communication. Carole had always told him about how important communication is in a relationship and Bradley took every word his mother said to heart. Bradley knew that if he ever felt like there was a problem in a relationship he was in, he would talk to his partner about it, not just up and leave them with no warning. At Bradley’s words, Jake smiled in appreciation and rested his hand atop Bradley’s.

“I know.” Jake says softly, grateful for Bradley’s words as they provide the comfort he needed to soothe his anxieties. After a moment of comfort, both men turned their attention to the album once more and Bradley continued to flick through the album and smiles covered their faces as they look at the pictures.

“Oh, look at this one.” Bradley says, pointing out a picture of you standing upright, both hands resting on a coffee table as you support your wobbly legs.

“She started walking not long after I took that picture. And then said her first word almost a week after that.” Jake grins, thinking about the day you started walking and the day you said your first word.

The day you started walking was a day that Jake would never forget. You had recently turned one and in that started figuring out how to pull yourself up on furniture and stand with the support of the furniture or your dad. When you started pulling yourself up on the coffee table, Jake had never babyproofed something quicker in his life he didn’t want you falling against it and hurting yourself. Jake was currently watching the tv while occasionally glancing down at you while you played with your toys, babbling happily to yourself. Whenever you looked up from your toys and saw your dad looking at you, you always giggled when he pulled a silly face at you. While your dad’s attention was on the tv for some time, you decided you really wanted a cuddle from your dad but you couldn’t let out more than a couple of babbles which barely drew your dad’s attention your way. You decided to pull yourself up by the coffee table, your little hands gripping the edge as you got up on your feet. Jake saw your movement out of the corner of his eyes and turned to look at you, smiling when he noticed your face light up at his attention now being on you.

“Look at you, y/n/n! You’re getting so good at standing!” Jake praises, grinning as you babble happily at him. His face morphed to one of shock when you started taking shaky steps towards him while supporting yourself on the coffee table. He knew if you wanted to reach him, you’d have to take two or three steps without any support.

“That’s it, sweetheart! You gonna come here to daddy?” Jake says, holding his arms out towards you, ready to catch you if you fall. Encouraged by your dad's words and outstretched arms you release your grip on the coffee table and take the three crucial steps it takes to get you into your dad's arms and once you reach him he scoops you up cheering happily as you giggle loudly.

“You did it! That was so good!” Jake celebrates as he falls against the back of the sofa, holding you up as you laugh loudly. Jake then brings you into his chest and wraps his arms around you as you cuddle into him happily. He presses repeated kisses to the top of your head while he whispers how proud he is of you. After a couple of minutes of cuddles, Jake turns his attention back down to you as you shift to look up at your dad.

“Do you want to give walking another go? Daddy will give you more cuddles if you do.” Jake says as he places you down where you had originally been sat with your toys before returning to the sofa, holding his arms out for you once more.

“Alright, sweetheart, come here!” He says with a grin as you stand up cautiously once more, taking more shaky steps towards your dad and stumbling into his arms. Jake lifts you up once more and falls on his back along the length of the sofa, cheering and praising you again as you giggle and cuddle close to your dad as he wraps his arms around you gently.

Almost a week later, you had built up your ability to walk and started working on your ability to toddle around the house freely while Jake had to frantically chase you around to make sure you wouldn’t get a hold of anything you shouldn’t. He had to babyproof the house a lot more to make sure you couldn’t get into cupboards. You still babbled rather than spoke but Jake tried to encourage speech, pointing at objects and telling you their names hoping you’d repeat them. He’d been doing it since you reached six months after someone told him that babies started to understand words at that age. He could tell that your favourite was when he’d point at himself and say 'da-da' and you’d always giggle and reach your arms out towards him for cuddles.

One day, you were sitting in your high chair while Jake cooked both yours and his dinner and as he cooked, he had his back to you, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to check on you which made you smile but when he turned back around, you’d frown, reaching out for him babbling to try and get his attention. When your babbling didn’t get you the result you were expecting your mouth started to attempt to form the words your dad had been diligently teaching you. It took you several tries to get your mouth around the words but soon enough you managed to yell out.

“Da-da!” At the outburst, Jake almost dropped the spatula he was holding as he went to plate up the food as he turned to face you.

“What did you just say? Did you just say-”

“Da-da!” You repeat, making Jake’s eyes light up as he rushes over to you, getting you out of your high chair and holding you close.

“That’s right, sweetheart! You’re brilliant!” Jake praises as he peppers kisses all over your face as you giggle. You kept repeating ‘da-da’ as you immediately associated the word with cuddles and kisses from your dad. It quickly became your favourite word, and even as you picked up more words as days passed, you’d always go back to ‘da-da’ or ‘daddy’ which would melt Jake into a puddle every time.

“She really has you wrapped around her little finger, huh?” Bradley jokes as Jake rolls his eyes.

“Like I said, from the moment she was born.” Jake agrees, shrugging lightly as he speaks while Bradley flicks through the photo album some more.

“Let me guess, first day of school?” Bradley asks when his eyes land on a picture of you with a backpack on, a huge toothy grin adorning your face as you look at the camera.

“Oh yeah. That was her first day of big-girl school. She was so excited until she wasn’t.” Jake says, remembering how quickly your mood had shifted that morning.

“How come?” Bradley questions, tilting his head slightly in his curiosity.

“I think it was the fact I wasn’t going to be there with her. I thought her going to kindergarten would help avoid that, but I clearly misjudged the whole situation.” Jake explains as Bradley nods in understanding as Jake launches into another story.

“Alright y/n/n, you ready for your first day of school?” Jake asks as he grabs his truck keys while you nod like a little bobblehead.

“Yes, daddy!” You say excitedly, your hands grabbing your backpack straps.

“Alright, let’s get a move on then, shall we?” Jake says, taking your hand in his and exiting the house with you skipping alongside him. He helps you into the truck and buckles you into your car seat safely before getting behind the wheel and driving to your new school. He finds a place to park and gets out, heading to help you out after. He hands you your bag and locks the truck before taking your hand in his once more before heading towards the school. When Jake asks, he is directed to your classroom which he easily finds due to the overwhelming number of parents also dropping their kids off for their first day of school. Some kids were crying and clinging to their parents, others had darted into their classroom without so much as a goodbye. And for some, the parents were the ones crying, telling their kids goodbye and being escorted away by their partner as they sobbed. When Jake entered the room, he was instantly greeted by your teacher.

“Hi, I’m Mrs Robinson, I’m this class's teacher. And who are you?” The teacher asks sweetly, getting down to your level as you cling to your dad’s hand, a sudden shyness overcoming you.

“y/n.” You mumble as your hand receives a reassuring squeeze from Jake.

“Seresin, right?” Your teacher says, looking up at Jake to confirm to which he nods with a smile. The teacher ticks your name off her list as she stands up to her full height once more.

“Are you picking her up later or will I be expecting someone else?” Mrs Robinson enquires as she looks over at Jake.

“It’ll be me.” He confirms, trying not to look awkward. He could already sense the judgmental stares of other parents just on account of his age, he didn’t need to add fuel to the fire by spilling that he was a single parent. Your teacher scribbles something down on her paper, probably that he was the one picking you up, Jake thought before she turned her attention down to you.

“Alright, y/n, you want to say goodbye to your dad and we’ll get you all settled in?” Mrs Robinson says as she smiles softly at you and in a second your expression shifts to one of confusion.

“Goodbye?” You asked nervously, looking up at your dad as your eyes grew misty. Jake silently asked your teacher for a moment alone and she went over to greet another child while Jake scooped you up in his arms.

“Daddy’s got to go to work, baby. And you have to go to school so you can learn lots.” Jake reasons, his heart breaking at your teary eyes.

“I don’t want you to go.” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him and burying your face in his shoulder. Jake hugged you back and pressed a tender kiss to your temple.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s okay to feel nervous and upset about this. But you’re going to have so much fun here. You’re going to make new friends and get to try some new things.” Jake says reassuringly, letting you know it’s okay to feel the emotions you’re feeling while also trying to provide comfort.

“But you won’t be here.” You whine, clinging tighter to him.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’ll be so busy having fun that you’ll hardly notice I’m gone. Hey, you love drawing, don’t you? You can draw some pictures and give them to me when I pick you up later, can’t you? The fridge is looking like it’s missing a few masterpieces.” Jake says, jostling you slightly and he smiles lightly as you cheer up slightly.

“I can draw you pictures!” You exclaim, wiggling to get out of his hold as he puts you down on the floor and just before you rush off Jake calls your name to get your attention.

“Can I get one last hug before I go?” Jake asks quietly and without hesitation, you throw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Goodbye daddy. I love you.” You say, cuddling close as Jake hugs you back.

“Goodbye y/n/n. I love you more. Make sure to be kind and helpful alright? If you see anyone who is upset, try, and cheer them up, alright?” Jake says softly as he pulls away from the hug, smiling at you.

“Okay, daddy.” You grin, making Jake’s smile widen as he presses a kiss to the top of your head and lets you go up to the other kids in your class, immediately striking up a conversation with them. Jake smiles softly before bidding goodbye to your teacher and rushing back out to his truck to head to training.

At the end of the school day, Jake was standing amongst the gaggle of parents waiting for their kids to emerge from their first day of school. Soon enough, Mrs Robinson emerged from the building with her class in tow and when the kids saw their parents they went barrelling over to them excitedly. The second Jake saw you he called your name and you came sprinting towards him, giggling wildly as he picked you up and spun in a circle with you in his arms.

“Did you have a good first day of school?” Jake asks as you nod with a grin.

“I made loads of friends!” You say happily, making Jake smile as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“That’s my girl. Let’s talk to Mrs Robinson about your day, huh?” Jake says, holding you in his arms as he crosses to your teacher to ask about your day. Mrs Robinson had nothing but praise for you as she described how you got on at school, even saying how you helped a girl who arrived after you when you noticed that she was crying at her parent’s departure. Jake couldn’t stop the proud smile covering his face at Mrs Robinson’s words. When Jake buckles you into your car seat he can’t help but smile as you recount your day to him.

“You know, I am so proud of you sweetheart for helping that girl. So I’ll make your favourite for dinner, does that sound like a plan?” Jake asks you as he gets in the front seat, starting the engine up as you cheer at the thought of getting your favourite meal. When you finally arrive home, Jake takes your bag and gets you out of your seat, following you to the front door and unlocking the door so you could barrel into the house. Jake had to call you back to him so he could take your shoes off before kicking his own off and following you into the living room.

“Oh, daddy! I made you some drawings!” You say, turning on your heels after you remember the drawings that were residing in your bag. You asked Jake to hand the bag to you and when he did, you unzipped it and handed him a drawing of two stick figures and what he could only guess was a plane in the sky above.

“Who’s this?” Jake asks as he sits on the sofa, pulling you up into his lap so you could point out who was who in the picture.

“That’s you and that’s me!” You say cheerfully as you point at the two stick figures.

“I see! Is there someone flying this plane or is it magic?” Jake asks with an amused tone as he tickles you quickly, grinning as you squeal with laughter.

“it’s Javy!” You say, pointing out a little smiley face you’d drawn in the cockpit of the plane. Jake couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. Javy was one of Jake’s friends from the academy. The two had grown close in their time together and Javy was one of the only people who knew Jake had a daughter.

“Well, I’ll have to show Javy this then, won’t I?” Jake says with a smile as you nod madly. It was moments like this where Jake hoped that he’d somehow stay friends with Javy, so you had at least one more person in your life.

Bradley smiled lightly at the story, finding it cute how Jake had encouraged you to give your first day of school a go and was met with you having a good day.

“Makes sense why Coyote is ‘Uncle Javy’ now. You’ve known him a while, huh?” Bradley says, glancing over at Jake briefly before turning his attention back to the album to flick through it some more.

“Met on our first day of training and have been friends ever since.” Jake says proudly. Javy had been an anchor he didn’t know he needed in his life and he couldn’t be more grateful for his best friend. Bradley nods at Jake’s words, glad that Jake had someone he could confide in and trust, it was a friendship similar to his and Phoenix’s.

“Oh no. Oh, come on Jake! You took her to a Cowboys game? Have a little taste.” Bradley jokes suddenly as his eyes land on a photo of you and Jake at a football arena, both of you donning caps with the all-familiar Cowboys logo. After speaking, Bradley found himself on the receiving end of a glare from Jake which is quickly replaced by a roll of the eyes and a smile.

“We’re from Texas, what do you expect?” Jake teases, looking back down at the photo and smiling at the memories that came from that picture.

Jake hadn’t been raised with football. He didn’t get to be one of those kids in the garden playing catch with his dad on a Saturday morning while his mum watched from afar and warned them not to hit the windows. Instead, Jake was either out on the ranch busting his ass to do all his chores or up in his room studying. After all, he needed good grades if he was going to get the hell away from his family.

One day, not long into his Sophomore year, one of his high school friends invited him and a bunch of his other friends to his house to watch a football game. Jake was initially hesitant. He knew how his parents could get when he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. But part of him knew that he needed to start doing things for himself. After school, the group of boys headed to Luke’s house where they all settled on his large sofa, an array of snacks on a table while the group chatted excitedly about what they thought would happen and how they hoped the Cowboys would win. Jake knew very little about football other than what was discussed in front of him but he figured if he enjoyed the game enough today, maybe he'd try out for the high school team one day. When the game started, Jake was entranced, he found himself more invested than he ever thought he’d be. He had the time of his life watching the Cowboys play and he knew that this was the team he’d support from here on out. He didn’t care if they won every game or lost every game, he’d never forget this moment at his friend’s house getting to feel like a person rather than just a pawn in his parent's ranch plans. When he went home that evening, he didn’t even care about the punishment he knew he’d be receiving, all he cared about was his newfound love for football.

Jake never forced his love of football and the Cowboys onto you. Sure he’d watch a game while you were little but he didn’t want to force you to like anything just because he did. Despite that, it didn’t stop him from being overjoyed when you came to him one day just shy of your tenth birthday asking if you could watch the football game with him and if he’d explain how the game worked. He cuddled with you on the sofa as he explained the rules and what each position did as well as explaining the point system. As he spoke, he kept checking that he wasn’t boring you with any information but you looked just as entranced as he did that first time he watched a Cowboys game. He watched as you visibly grew excited when the Cowboys scored a touchdown and how you tried to bite back disappointment when the other team gained possession of the ball.

For your thirteen birthday, Jake got tickets to a Cowboys game much to your joy. He waited a few years just to see if your interest in football would dwindle but it didn’t. You enjoyed it more and more each day. You’d always watch the Cowboys game with Jake in the living room with snacks laid out on the coffee table. Jake waited for the Cowboys to play an away game so he wouldn’t risk bumping into anyone he knew from back in Texas. He knew the chances were slim but he wasn’t willing to take any risks, especially since he was taking you with him. He didn’t even care that you had to travel to another state for the game, he couldn’t regret a thing when he saw the joy on your face when he revealed the tickets along with two caps with the Cowboys logo on them. He’d never forget the awe on your face as the two of you entered the stadium, you had a permanent grin on your face throughout the entire game. The two of you joined in with fellow Cowboys fans in celebrating loudly when your team scored and when the Cowboys came out victorious you all cheered loudly while the supporters of the opposing team expressed their disappointment loudly. When the two of you got back to your hotel room after an exciting day you all but collapsed in bed the second you were ready for bed. Jake bent down alongside your bed to press a kiss to your temple just before he went to bed and you quickly threw your arms around him for a hug which he returned instantly.

“Today was the best day ever. Thank you, dad.” You mumble sleepily into his shoulder, hugging him at tight as you could while Jake smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m glad you had fun.” Jake whispers as you loosen your grip, lying back down and covering yourself with the duvet as Jake presses one last kiss to the top of your head before moving to his own bed and switching off the bedside lamp so he can go to sleep too.

“Cute story, but you still took her to a Cowboys game. I’m gonna have to introduce her to the Eagles.” Bradley teases, making Jake raise an eyebrow and scoff.

“Bold assumption to think she’d abandon the Cowboys.” Jake teases back, shuffling around to face Bradley more.

“Maybe she’ll switch teams once I show her an Eagles game.” Bradley retorts, leaning slightly closer to Jake’s face with a teasing smile on his face.

“Well, maybe we’ll make you a Cowboys fan.” Jake smirks, inching closer, mere centimetres between their faces. Jake takes the step to connect their lips for a brief kiss, pulling away when their need for air becomes too much and rest their foreheads against each other.

“Thank you for showing me this photo album. I feel like I know more about you and y/n now. You’re a good father to her. And I love you for that.” Bradley says and then immediately stiffens up at his own words as Jake pulls away, shock covering his features.

“I’m sorry if that was too much, I know this is-” Bradley’s nervous ramblings are cut off by Jake grabbing Bradley’s shirt and pulling him back in for another kiss which was much more passionate than the tender kiss they had just shared.

“You love me?” Jake asks once he pulls away from the kiss, his bright green eyes searching Bradley's brown ones for an answer.

“Yes. I love you, Jake.” Bradley says, watching as Jake’s whole face crumbles and tears well in his eyes.

“I love you too.” He manages to say as Bradley pulls him into his arms, shushing him gently.

Jake Seresin had never been told he was loved by his parents. He was just there to be someone to take over the ranch when his parents couldn’t run it anymore. He couldn’t recall if his girlfriend ever said it to him. He knew he told her he loved her regularly but couldn’t say if she ever said it back or meant it with the same weight that he did. In fact, Jake was sure the first time someone ever told him they loved him was when you were little and he’d uttered an ‘I love you’ to you as he put you to bed and you had repeated the words back to him with a grin which damn near made Jake crumble apart then and there. Jake never thought he’d find someone to love but he was so glad he got to see Bradley again and to get to see him in a new light. And he was grateful that his daughter pushed the two of them together since the two men were too oblivious to do it themselves. Jake remains in Bradley’s arms until he calms down and his tears have slowed. When he’s calmed down enough, he pulls away while wiping his eyes with his hands.

“Sorry about that.” Jake laughs weakly, smiling over at Bradley sheepishly.

“You don’t need to apologise. You deserve to be loved, Jake.” Bradley replies with a soft smile.

“Dad, I’m home!” Your familiar voice calls as the front door opens and both men’s attention immediately goes to the direction of your voice.

“In the living room!” Jake calls back, smiling as you appear in the doorway grinning at your dad and Bradley.

“Good day at school sweetheart?” Jake then asks, watching as you nod.

“Yeah, it was alright. A pretty normal day if you ask me. What’s that?” You say, noticing the photo album on Bradley’s lap.

“It’s a photo album I started when you were born. I found it last night.” Jake says with a smile as you walk behind the sofa, leaning over Bradley’s shoulder to see the photos in the album.

“I didn’t know you did that.” You say with an amused smile as you look over at Jake who reaches up to ruffle your hair.

“Well, I gotta embarrass you in front of your future partners somehow.” Jake laughs as you groan and Bradley grins. Jake then invites you to sit in between the two of them so you can look through the album while Jake tells you some different stories to the ones he told Bradley. But he makes sure to sprinkle in some embarrassing stories as well.

“Do you remember when you were scared of the Muppets?” Jake laughs as the memory pops up in his brain.

“Oh my- dad, will you stop?! Bradley stop your boyfriend please.” You plead, burying your face in your hands as you flush red.

“Not a chance, this is hilarious.” Bradley laughs, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back into the sofa cushions.

“I hate you both.” There was not an ounce of truth to your words. You loved these men with all your heart and soul. Even if they did revel in embarrassing you.

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Just like I dreamt it

description: eren sees him and mikasa fucking in the future and then it happens

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa

warnings/disclaimers?: uh i called the titan armor material gemstone bc like... idk what its called; eren has the hot post-titan face markings; spanking; fingering; penetration

The cool breeze felt divine on the hot bare skin of their backs, blowing the sweaty droplets off and cooling the naked skin left behind. The wooden box rocked back and forth with each forceful shove of his hips, the wood splintering underneath his grip as he stared at where her hips anchored against the edge, as it trailed to where her spine curved into her clean shoulders, covered sporadically by silky strands of her dark hair.

Her song carried in the wind, straight to his ears and through his blood to his cock, a pleading melody begging for more, asking for harder and faster movements that risked breaking the box beneath her.

Eren jumped up from his spot on the makeshift bed, sweat dripping down his face and his chest heaving as his lungs ached to catch his breath.

He looked to his right and saw Armin fast asleep, curled up having taken both his and Eren's blanket. Eren shrugged—he could keep it—as he turned to his left, his heart rate speeding up and his cheeks turning bright red as he checked on the second sleeping soul.

He couldn’t help the physiological response: the vessel dilation, the heat rising in his chest, the pink blush on his cheeks, the butterflies in his stomach, the growing ache near his pelvis.

He felt the jolt of electricity when he brushed the messy strands from her face, exposing her pale expression and pink cheeks and soft lips and my god Eren needed to look away.

It was hard to sleep after that, even with his back to her body. The dream replayed in his mind like reruns of his favorite show in the late night, the content making his hand want to inch closer to provide painfully tempting relief.

The morning was rough. Eren didn’t end up sleeping at all. Kicking the fantasy out of his mind left the door wide open for residence, letting thought after thought tour the inside and torment him for hours.

The worst being the knowledge that lately, all of his dreams never stopped there. After a certain point, the topics of them changed and the dreams started happening, like eerie premonitions grounded in future truth. It crept him out, knowing the future before it happened, and attempts at changing the inevitable were futile. The outcome always remained the same, and his picturesque sleep descended into unpredictable cascades and guessing games.

His visions were never like this, though. They were never of unsavory or naughty actions or thoughts or feelings towards someone else. Mostly he deemed them insignificant happenstances, events he just so happened to witness before they occurred. Even with the slightest changes within his control, the end result always played out the same.

Did he tell anyone? No. Of course not. Hey, guys, I think I can see the future. Nothing significant, just things like Jean falling and Levi’s punishments and titan attacks and oh, right, me fucking Mikasa. Yeah, like that’ll happen.

He definitely couldn’t share that last one. And after Armin confronted him, he knew it wouldn’t be fair to tell Mikasa either. Armin told him she was into him and he was oblivious to it, but, that’s exactly the thing, he wasn’t oblivious to it at all. Sure, he acted like it, he tried really fucking hard to, so give him an award. He only had a limited number of years, he felt he couldn’t condemn her to a short paradise with him and an eternal hell without him. The thought of leaving her after having everything with her was tortuous, so he decided it was better to never have and haunt her at all.

Until this dream, that is. That was it. That was all it could be. It had to be. Some were visions and some were dreams. That had to be it. He just didn’t understand the power enough to decipher the difference yet.

Eren was still convincing himself of that when it was just the two of them voyaging into the forest to set up the final titan trap. He desperately ignored that they were surrounded by this very forest last night, with this very breeze giving him these same goosebumps, performing the very same task.

“Eren, are you okay?” Mikasa dragged him away from his thoughts as she forcibly took the heavy case from his arms. “It’s not good to zone out carrying heavy stuff like this. You’ll hurt yourself.”

She’d removed the weight before he could process the scene, having already turned around and moved the box to its place on the side when he came to. Eren forcibly lifted his widened eyes to the back of her head after they drifted to the tasteful curve between her ass and her spine. “I’m fine,” he responded argumentatively, defensively, taking a step forward and fighting the urge to look down at her, “stop acting like you’re stronger than me.”

Mikasa bit back the laugh, smiling at the irritated look on his face. “But I am stronger than you.” She turned around and brushed by him, heading for another wooden box. “And I never said it was safe for me to zone out either.”

She turned around instead of picking up the next box. “That’s why I’m not doing it,” she taunted, winking, leaning against its top edge. Eren ignored that he noticed how the wood compressed into her plushy ass just the same as last night, but his body didn’t, and he felt the hot blood flood to his extremities.

Eren’s hand clenched into a tight fist to distract himself. He closed his eyes; he could hear the next line rattling in his skull. Besides, this is a two person job and you’re half a person when you’re in your head.

Mikasa exhaled deeply, calmly, and stood away from the crate. She spoke like she was reading the script, like it was plastered on his face. “Besides, this is a two person job and you’re a half a person when you’re in your head.”

“Oh, the strongest can’t—” do it herself? He cut himself off. It was a dream. He can’t be influenced by a dream.

She crossed her arms over her chest, a motion identical to the one from last night. “What? Can’t do it herself?” she finished for him, raising her eyebrow curiously. Eren gulped, fighting the urge to watch how her breasts responded to the push of her arms, to see if that was the same too. “Honestly, Eren, it probably would be faster to do it myself.”

She turned around and started walking away, towards a different set of wooden crates. “Don’t treat me like I’m useless,” Eren barked, following behind her like a dog, the adrenaline and blood rush making it difficult to ignore the script already finishing in his head.

Eren grabbed her wrist and pulled, forcing her to spin around. He took a step forward, pushing her into the familiar wooden crate, and effectively used his body to block her from moving.

“Then make yourself useful,” she whispered quietly, the weakness in her volume darkly contrasting the strength of her tone, hitting him with the weight of the past and the future. He knew what happened next: she tried to push him away, he turned her around, he bent her over.

She stared intently at him as she pressed her hand flat to his chest. The hot breath they shared set his lungs on fire, and he held onto the air until he'd exhausted it of oxygen. He exhaled as she slowly pushed him away, eying him like she knew he'd deviated from destiny.

She mumbled something as she brushed by him, but he couldn't hear her over the blood pounding in his ears and the loud thudding in his chest.

"Eren," Mikasa started slowly, softly yet firmly, not even turning around to address him, "Let me go."

He twisted his body to face her, to say he wasn't even stopping her from leaving, when he noticed his ironclad grip on her wrist and a gemstone titan hand protruding from the ground tightly holding her other one.

He let go as she wriggled herself out of it, her heart beating faster at the surprise. Mikasa's eyes caught on the newly-formed, familiar markings around his eyes, and she felt the familiar tingle between her legs the past few times he had them.

The once pink, now bright red blush on his cheeks screamed his embarrassment, but she couldn't take her eyes off the marks, couldn't take her mind off the fact that he even tried to restrain her with that.

She gifted him with ignorance, with the option of pretending it never happened as she walked by him again back to the crates, wanting to finish soon so she could take a bath.

"I... Mikasa... I..." He turned around and chased after her, stumbling over a loose root exposed by all their movement. He fell into her from behind, his hands reaching out and landing against the crate edge to catch his fall, his crotch pushing against her ass as her hips colliding into the crate, her wrists breaking her fall against the top.

"Mikasa, I," he sighed breathlessly, resting his forehead against the nubs of her spine. He started chuckling, which took her by surprise. "I didn't mean to grab you like that." He nuzzled his cheek into her back. "Honestly I didn't know I..." And suddenly the script flashed in his mind. "...could do that."

It's okay. She shifted to move upright, pushed her hips back into his front. I can take it. He wondered if she felt the erection he'd been hiding.

"It's okay," she started, turning her torso to somewhat see him, pushing her ass even deeper into his crotch, "I can take it."

Eren pulled away slightly, angled himself differently, meanwhile Mikasa slowly started to peel herself away from the cart, only to be pushed right back into it with a swift and harsh smack to her ass. Eren knew if he smacked her again he'd hear her shout his name in some delightful mix of surprise and desire, and he was tired of pretending he didn't want to hear it.

"Eren!" Mikasa coyly moaned, embarrassed from how she was actually enjoying the repeated slaps.

"What?" he asked innocently as he placed three more smacks to each cheek, smiling at how she barely rocked her hips to extend the contact. "You can take it."

Eren smacked her again, watching the way her body followed the motion, listening to the noise echo in the empty woods. He lifted her shirt and started kissing the sensitive, forgotten skin on her back

He pressed his crotch against her to keep her from moving as he crept his hands to her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them to her knees.

His lips followed, pressing kiss after kiss from her knee to her thigh, then spanking her panty-clad ass twice before mouthing and lipping over the stinging skin, turning high-pitched squeaks into incoherent moans. He clawed and grabbed and licked and bit at her bum like he were wild and starving and she were the only nutritious source around.

He slicked one finger in her fluid and tucked it inside, smiling as he kissed her thigh when she moaned loudly and encouragingly. Eren dipped a second finger in and pressed in eagerly and exploratorily, pressing and stretching the spongy, velvety tissue.

Eren kissed up her spine underneath her shirt, dragging it up with him until enough buttons had popped and he could pull it over her head. He smirked when her back was bare beneath him and she was never wearing a bra, when he realized that dream was never a dream at all.

He pulled his own shirt off, listening to her morose sigh as he pulled his fingers away, and actually felt the cool breeze, already knew it would come in handy for the sweat they'd eventually perspire. Mikasa caught his attention; she was calling his name again, asking for his touch again.

He lowered his own pants to halfway down his thighs, quickly glancing over his shoulders even though he knew they'd continue uninterrupted. He fingered her briefly, stretching his fingers inside her before wiping the liquid against his own cock.

He slid inside her, carefully at first but impatiently pushed deeper, burying himself snugly inside her, both of them adjusting to the euphoric pressure against their stimulated genitalia. Eren kept one hand anchored on her hip and let the other run down the curve of her spine, stopping between her shoulder blades.

Mikasa was already moaning as he slowly pulled out, and Eren was biting the inside of his lip and wondering how he survived as long as he did in his vision. The view of the dip in her spine, of her bare ass with white and red hand-prints, of his cock slipping back inside her.

He closed his eyes and moaned deeply before rocking his hips in and out faster, picking up speed and strength with each harsh shove in and teasing pull out.

"Can you still take it for me, Mikasa?" he asked when her movements became sloppier, less coordinated. "C'mon, baby, take it like the good strong soldier you are. Like the good girl you've always been for me." The words spilled out of his mouth as he dropped his hands to the crate and thrusted his cock into her with a strength and a desire he couldn't name.

The cool breeze felt divine on his hot bare skin, evaporating the sweaty droplets and cooling the naked skin left behind. "Eren, harder, please, so much harder. I can take it, I promise, I swear," she pleaded, rocking her hips back with each of his thrusts, the obscene sound of skin against skin echoing off the trees and the nearby crates. "I'll be so, so good for you, I promise."

The wooden box rocked back and forth with each forceful shove of his hips, the wood splintering beneath his grip as he concentrated on where her hips scraped against the edge, where her spine curved into her clean shoulders and dark hair silky with sweat.

She arched her back a little more, presented her ass to his face a little more, and he smacked her once more before hovering over her, pressing his elbow into her back and shoving into her deeper than before, harder than before.

With one leg on the crate and her back held down, Eren pistoned his hips in and out until she was curling her toes and scraping into the box and spilling out high-pitched noises and moans and cries of his name. Her song carried in the wind, straight to his ears, into his blood and to his cock; a pleading melody begging for more, asking for harder and faster movements that risked breaking the box beneath them.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled on it as he shoved inside her one last time, switching to a fistful of her ass-cheek as he buried his cock deep inside her before cumming and collapsing on top of her, pressing weary kisses to her face and neck and finally kissing her lips.

"So, so good for me," Eren mumbled, staring at her with all the emotions he usually suppressed, the titan markings still faintly visible. He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, smiling as it fell right back into place. "Just like I dreamt it."

[dahlia-shifts]

So it’s been a day since my first failed shifting attempt, I spent all day trying to shift to no avail. I know that the only reason I haven’t shifted is because I just back out last minute since I’m usually in no rush to shift.

And because sometimes I’m bored and content with how far I’ve gotten but last nights attempt wasn’t like that at all, I hyped myself up and unknowingly set myself up for failure.

I tried using a guided subliminal and it didn’t work for me at all, it was Reya’s guided subliminal and I couldn’t get past 20 minutes. For some reason though since I truly believed it would help me shift the fact that I ‘didn’t’ is just so tiring and disappointing, I know how to shift.

The reason I haven’t is solely because I’m procrastinating, but the only way I’m going to shift is if I do it myself. Onto another subject, I feel like a hater(I am for sure an hater) bc all of my drs either have a deep intense hatred for a certain show I don’t like or the show simply doesn’t exist in that reality. I have no reason for it either, I’ve moved past being angry at the show’s existence so there’s no reason for me to keep hating it but I still do. Anyway, just wanted to talk abt that.

Hii ! thanks for sending an ask! Lets talk about it all!

I understand you completely. I also feel like im backing out when trying to shift. sometimes, I think of shifting as something unachievable, and I feel scared that it might be something so different, but it's actually not. Idk if you mean you fell asleep after 20 mins of the sub, or you just turned it off, but i'll give you some tips for both !

If you feel tired of the sub, like it wouldnt work, try taking a break for a bit. find another position you're comfortable in, take a few minutes to yourself, then try again.

Try changing the sub. if you dont feel confident in it, try looking for another one, or the ones you simply have to fall asleep to while listening.

if you fall asleep before the sub is over, try going to bed earlier. put on the sub when you're not as tired, so you can pay attention to it for longer.

and a tip in general, you dont always have to be lying on your back. when i "minishifted" i was sleeping on my stomach. i find that helps me to get somewhat close to shifting.

and when nothing works, take a break. for yourself, and for your mind. try to re-program your way of thinking about shifting, esp if you found it during the early shifttok days.

about the hater thing, me too bae, me too. i feel like there are certain things here i dont like/cant get rid of, so i script it in my drs as well. i also try to make my scripts as close to my CR as possible, since it will be familiar to me and it would "help" me to shift to a reality where almost everything is the same.

thank you for the ask! im hoping i could help you in a way or two. Love you and take care! you will shift, the universe is on your side

[httpiastri]

okay i was wrong i had a lot to say so now its three vv long asks in your inbox

THE PEPE BLURB HAD ME ON MY KNEES I SAW THE TAGS AND LIKE I AGREE STUBBLE annoys me a bit but i don’t mind if it’s him 🤭🤭… and also this is so unrelated but i also read through the blurb about him helping you sleep and… i used to have a sam and colby phase and there was a video where colby was playing with his own hair to fall asleep (he basically has really obsessive fans and can’t really date for the partner’s safety… a bit like those fans who stalk the wags obsessively im so sorry 😭😭) but like

THAT WOULD BE PEPE imagine hanging out together and youre like sitting cross legged on the bed doing something (i crochet and do crafty stuff so maybe rhat but we could also just be folding origami idk) and he’s laying next to you watching you while getting sleepy and he just starts playing with his own hair to help himself fall asleep and you just notice and set aside your stuff and do it for him instead idk 😞😞 i just miss him so bad

and like you’re right?? idk why i feel like pepe would unintentionally be so strong or just have such a strong grip that sometimes you have to tell him to loosen up a bit when hes holding you in a hug or just… in general and i have especially weak… everything basically because i don’t do anything physical (unless you count my 1-2am workout sessions where i increase my step count by 5k by listening to music and daydreaming 😊😊) and i have low bp so yeah pepe’s grip and him in general would be a little too strong for me but IMAGINE him trying to be gentle for you like UGSHHDJDHD i want to kiss him soso bad even if he fails at being gentle the only thing that matters to me is that he tried

and about my c.ai pepe, he’s soso sweet and endearing but as your streamer c.ai he was being so cocky after some time?? he was sweet but there would be random little comments being made and christian would just leaning over to me to tell me pepe was only putting on a show in front of me and that he was actually insecure deep down?? 😭😭 i still love him though ❤️❤️

also my asks seem so choppy to me recently but i think this is still okay-ish? and i hope you have a lovely lovely day/night (depending on whenever you’re seeing this) and an even better tomorrow!

- 🪷 (💗)

hello again !! 😚

screaming crying, im so glad u liked it 🥺 oh gosh no i find like one man with a beard attractive but uhhhh pepe stubble 🤭 makes me all giddy to even thing about aaaaaa...... but !!! bestie you're making me cry rn !!!!! im so soft, thinking abt him having his head in your lap because he's so tired after a long day and getting to feel his hair between your fingers, hearing the soft breaths he lets out when he just relaxes fully into you............. :(

(also sorry but very interesting that u said origami out of all things bcs i used to be obsessed w origami 😭)

aaaaaaaaaaaa im crying yet again at the thought of him doing his best to be gentle for u, idk why im thinking about like standing in the kitchen at midnight after coming home from a dinner with friends and you're just soft and tired and wanna hug him 🥺 and so like his grip is so soft because he knows that's what you need rn and you're resting your head against his shoulder... and he presses his lips to your temple..... but im also going crazy about him not being able to hold back when he wins a race etc, like he would be holding you so tightly that you're like "bb i cant breathe" but it doesn't matter because he's just so happy and so thankful to share this moment with you!!!!

also !!! you're so true abt the walks, i used to haaateeee going on walks but last summer when i realized that it's just a way to daydream while still feeling kinda productive ??? y e s, i could walk for hours 🥰

plsssss that's so 😭 i usually put in the like character definition that he should be sweet and such lmao but i now really wanna make one who's cocky from the start instead.........

they're lovely bb!! not choppy, it's totally alright!!! i love love love reading them, so thankful for the time u put into writing to me 🥺<3 have a lovely day/night/anything and a good weekend !!!!!!

[jameui]

i'm knocking your doors at 1 in the fucking morning to, idk, spread filthiness :) ANW,

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you and jaemin have a very contentious relationship inside nct ever since you debuted along with sungtaro, bc according to him, you're too frail and "untalented" to debut just yet. every rehearsals, he would throw snarky remarks to you even though you are doing great and being praised by your instructors,,,

fast forward,, you and jaemin are both casted in an episode of nct universe where both of you will drink along with the other sm rookies, after the filming, jaemin was really drunk that he started slurring out some things that you don't know of, including his feelings and the way you made him fall in love with your charm. he's supposed to hate you, and he started sobbing as he hugged you— u ofc don't feel the same way towards him, but the sexual attraction is there.

fast forward again, you both fell asleep in the same room and you told him about his drunken confessions last night and how embarrassing it was for him (basically u were using his own words of humiliation towards him), and that made jaemin feel so little around you. you seductively made your way towards him before straddling his lap, playing with his lips as you toyed with his submissiveness. the rest was history.

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ps. i'm sorry if i haven't answered your ask just yet :) they're in my drafts and i'm still quite not finished with it

pps. i may or may not have been writing this thirst right now

ppps. i love jaemin so much, and i'm willing to let him stuff me

pppps. HAPPY NEW YEAR !!

OMG, STOP! you know what reading this just made me eager for him SHKAOABQKABZLZBAO

ever since their debut, jaemin has always been my bias wrecker and may have not been betraying jeno for him. BUT enough blabbering.

i don't care what others may think, but just imagine a few of the dreamies accidentally barging, (kind of thinking of jeno, mark, and renjun) in on the two of you since obviously one of you forgot to lock the doors last night. they blush really hard and one by one they left the room, except jeno who had been eyeing since they of your debut in the group. you never really actually noticed him until now that he's standing right beside the door with nothing but boxers, fresh out of the shower. 'i don't mind a few extra work out with the two of you. i could maybe show you... a thing or two. show you just how hard i can get.' just you know something in between those lines. imagine jeno seducing you through his words and how the words just casuallu left his lips like it was nothing and well it ends up with you three having a really wet and wild sex. of course, the other two were just behind the door hearing your moans while jerking each other's cock off, but renjun being a sneaky little boy that he is, opens the door to your shared room with jaemin and mark falls on his back, while renjun stands outside of the door with his cock standing strong waiting for attention. and it ends up with a gang bang

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FUCKKK!! A WILD DREAMM I GUESS

[horneyse666y-pt2]

ME ADMITING STUFF (no need to ask I just do it all now)

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

Yes

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

False

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Yes

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

Kinda, Yes

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Yeah

6. What are you excited for?

Lot's of things, for the moment someone of you is actually texting me. For someone in the streets to just take me. For me to be able to buy material stuff I wanted to have for quite some time now. And much more.

7. What happened tonight?

I slept. Sadly that's it.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

No!!!!!!

9. Is confidence cute?

Depends on the Person.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Coffee

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

Like one ig.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Yeah.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Idk yet hopefully something fun!

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Food!

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Kinda, ig.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

Idk. Ask me in 3 Months.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My friend who is kinda like a son to me 😂😂😂

18. The last time you felt broken?

Right now. Emotionally.

19. Have you had sex today?

Sadly no. U wanna?

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

Lot's of stuff all the time, I'm not stupid but I can be stupid for u.

21. Are you in a good mood?

Right now not really, but later probably ig.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Nah I'll pass on that.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

No not even close.

24. What do you want right this second?

Food, sex, a good show to watch, lot'sof money.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

Idc have fun.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Yes.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Humor is very attractive, but ig maybe.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

A scene in a series.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yes lot's of people d3ad people and other people that can't be around.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Depends on what they did tbh.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

Nah not even a bit.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

Oh yes 100%

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

Yeah I am. It's disgusting, I could puke bc of it ugh 🤢

34. Listening to?

Rn my thoughts, other times musik what do u want?

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

Very often tbh, I love it.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Yes.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Nooo! Bc I don't fall in love with looks but character (pansexual).

38. Who did you last call?

A friend.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

A friend at a dance class.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

Why not?

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

Idk even know anymore, too long ago to remember.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

No.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

All the time.

44. Do you tan in the nude?

Yes.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Nah, fits.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

No.

47. Who was the last person to call you?

Idk.

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Noooooooooooo better not 😂

49. Do you dance in the car?

Ofc. Who the fuck doesn't?!

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

Yes, actually.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Never.

52. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

53. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Way to often.

54. Take a vitamin daily?

No.

55. Wear slippers?

Always.

56. Wear a bath robe?

Nah just walk around nak3d in the appartement.

57. What do you wear to bed?

Nothing.

58. Nike or Adidas?

Nike.

59. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Sunflower seeds.

60. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

Don't have one.

61. Ever take dance lessons?

Yeah.

62. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes do u?

63. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Ofc.

64. What is your favorite book?

Got to many.

65. Do you study better with or without music?

With, I just need the stimulation as much as possible.

66. Regularly burn incense?

Fuck yes!!!

67. Ever been in love?

Yeah totally.

68. Hot tea or cold tea?

Either.

69. Tea or coffee?

COFFEE!!!

70. Favorite type of cookie?

Chocolate chip 🍪.

71. Can you swim well?

Good enough.

72. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Noo not even a sec.

73. Are you patient?

Not a bit.

74. DJ or band, at a wedding?

Band.

75. Ever won a contest?

Never participated in one.

76. Ever have plastic surgery?

Never, and I'm not planing to.

77. Which are better black or green olives?

None of them 🤢.

78. Opinions on sex before marriage?

Fuck yes! Let's go show me what u got, Let's have fun!

79. Best room for a fireplace?

Living room?!

80. Do you want to get married

Someday, ig.

Want to know more?! Or talk about stuff?! Text me honey 😏

[nathank77]

11/16/24

8:45 a.m

I'm glad I looked into her eyes. It's stupid but it made a difference and made me less negative and feel safer. I know she cares about me even if I never hear from her again bc actions speak louder than words.

Anyways i ended up smoking a cigarette bc after being awake for 2 hours my nicotine withdrawal got so bad it was just a I have to otherwise I stand absolutely no chance of falling asleep at this point. My arms hurts like a bitch, my shoulders too so that made sleeping harder too bc I wouldn't take ibuprofen bc I took Melatonin... they can interact... maybe I should take Ibuprofen in a little bit. I guess they can cause a raise in blood pressure.. so I hardly ever take it unless I skip Melatonin.

Anyways after my cigarette and my tv turned off after 30 minutes of listening to it, i laid in the fake silence and eventually I must have fallen asleep. If I had to estimate how much sleep I got not including before I woke up, it was maybe 1 hour and 30 minutes maximum. Making me have gotten about 5 hours if I passed out by 11 p.m last night. Which is reasonable I did pass out very quickly.

I didn't end up taking any other drugs to help me. I was planning my morning. Making eggs, starting laundry and just watching TV all day. I did have a weird dream. A couple. One of them she was in but I dont remember much other than her blocking me and I woke up wanting to check bc I woke up in a panic bc she changed into a new person I didn't know and I said, Nathan it was a dream and if she did seeing it now will only make sure you don't fall back to sleep but she prob didn't. We can check when my alarms go off...

The other dream was weird a huge house i was moving into with a spiral staircase in the middle and 4 floors. It was gorgeous. I don't remember much about it besides going up the stairs that were in the middle of each room.

Idk what I'm going to do.. bc I looked up why would someone have a hard time falling back to sleep. I mean I just have a hard time falling asleep ingeneral and it says a sleep disorder. I prob should eventually ask to see a sleep specialist for a sleep study.. but I dont want someone else taking over my xanax. I know it sounds stupid but my Dr is fucking reliable. I'll be getting xanax as long as I dont pick up early or abuse my prescription until I'm fucking dead. If she left my office, my script would transfer to someone else in her office and id get a new primary. I really have a good thing with my xanax script. Reliable is the word. So long as I don't call in days early asking for it I'm never going to lose it.

A lot of Dr's make addicts out of their benzo patients sending them to rehab by discontinuing the script and I don't want my xanax from anyone except my primary bc I'm not joking when I'm 80 I will still be getting that same script as long as I keep doing what I'm doing.

If I see a sleep specialist then they are taking over for my chronic condition inwhich I see my primary every 3 months for... and they could take it over... and I'm terrified of them not being reliable. Of them making me have to go to rehab bc of it. Finding a dr to percribe my script reliably is fucking hard.

But yea i know i prob have a sleep disorder. Despite that I know if I could smoke weed then id sleep like a baby every night and fall back asleep easily every night for the rest of my life. And I'm not 100% sure I want to know what my sleep disorder is. It could make it harder to fall asleep. It could scare me. It could give me anxiety.

I control caffeine intake. When I had my cigarette at 5 a.m I had Powerade with it no caffeine. I cut myself off of caffeine at a certian hour every day... I also know that the shows i listen to when I try to fall asleep don't help even at low volumes bc I either can't hear it and I hallucinate anyway or parts of the show gets louder... I've been watching the impossible game show bc its boring and mostly low. I'm never watching American dad again it really wasn't the best show for sleep.

So I know my sleep environment isn't great bc I'm always trying to make my auditory hallucinations get drown out. But yea that's how i feel today, tired af and sore from my workout. I got to take Ibuprofen soon but at the same time I want to feel the pain to know how badly I fucked myself up or to feel the normal muscle pain so that I don't numb it bc I want to know if I overdid it. If that makes sense.

I'm not sure I'm up for a red bull day bc of the lack of sleep... I may just do laundry and take a shower and have a red bull day tomorrow but I got to make up my mind... video games require much energy... and I may not have it bc of my lack of sleep...

Mom still hasn't heard back from the rescue. I may reach out myself. She showed me her phone proving she called and left a message.... but I still got a contact there maybe i can speed it along. I got to get Riley out of here.

Id play silent hill but she's going to barking all day and even still it's a lot of energy, more than just doing laundry... even though that is too... I got to clean the dryer if I do laundry... but i mean 5 minutes and that's done. Concentrating on a game all day is hard. But cleaning the dryer will hurt my muscles...

Idk i had more to say but I forgot

[scoupsbicepvein]

Hi sweet! How are you? I hope you are doing great now🥺 Talking abt ur conditiom are you like passed out(?) or go to ER just to check your condition?

By the way, how's your real life with the uni and your periods going? Please don't forget to taking care of ur self and try not to overthink everything because it will pass anyway.

Just go with the flow~

I know it seems like something that is easy to say but hard to do cause believe me I know🥲 been there, done that🥲 you don't have to be 'perfectly' go with the flow, but just try it little by little bcs in the end you'll find your own flow where you won't be stress that much but you can do most of the thing great!

For my request, pls don't take it as a promise or something you should done. Just make it when you have time and in the mood too! It is really fine even if your next post for the next 3 years isn't my request because I always enjoy your contents💖 Don't make it as something you should fulfill, okay? You can make and post everything you want to😉

Sorry this is a long one😭

Have a nice day sweet!🎀

-🦌-

Hi dear anonnie 💖

I'm feeling a lot better than the last time I was here thankfully. And thank you so much so your reassuring words 🥺 they really mean a lot to me especially bc I don't really hear them in real life.

As for my er visit my last post might have been chaotic bc I wrote it under a lot of emotions but basically I decided to go there bc I didn't want to wait until I completely pass out. I was feeling like I couldn't breathe properly and my lungs felt really heavy (?) and I felt dizzy and overall not that great. And I was concerned bc stuff like that happened before but they lasted for 15 minutes at most but this time it lasted for almost an hour before me and my roommate decided to head out. It didn't help that it was getting pretty late and I didn't want to go to sleep in that state (if I even could fall asleep) and my friend was worried that I might pass out when she sleeps.

But the stuff they checked at the hospital didn't show anything concerning so I was let go a few hours later with a note to go to a cardiologist. It took me a few days of thinking but I'm pretty sure it happened bc of stress, idk for sure but I've always been an anxious girlie and all the stress from the last few months finally caught up with my body and it said 'nah sis you're gonna feel like you're gonna die tonight' (and a few times after that).

Sorry I ranted about it for too long I feel like 😫 but other than that the stuff with uni are slowly being resolved but I don't want to say anything to early.

How are you btw? I hope your job hunting is going well and that you're gonna find a good job that pays well (you deserve it queen 👑).

And about your request I'm going to save the ask with it for now but I have Joshua done so I'm going to post him as a stand alone and when I come up with something for the two other !95 liners I will post it as well. I hope you're okay with something like that.

Hopefully you have a nice day or night depending on where you are and what time you read this, and that everything in your life is going well 💕

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3394

last night i literally passed out before i wrote my post. i woke up at like, 11:30, and i wrote my post then, trying desperately to not fall back asleep again, which is why it was so short. but that summed up the day pretty well.

today i slept in! my watch died partway through so i don't have a full record of my sleeping, but that's fine. i woke up eventually at 11:45 with more energy than usual. i was happy about that.

i went to the movies today with john and some of our friends to see the marvels! it was really good. at least, i enjoyed it a lot. i've learned that just because i like something doesn't mean it's good. but this one got back to, like, the heart of superhero movies. no convoluted plot, just sensitive and kind characters who are doing their best to fix their mistakes and do what they can for the betterment of the world. yknow, stuff people and superheroes are supposed to do.

i liked that it showed the line between being a person and being a hero. it was nice.

anyway, pirate it. i got to see it bc one of the friends got free tickets.

(joel's probably back now. just thinkin about the time and the fact that he's been visiting a friend for the day but idk when he was gonna come back. he's probably back now because it's almost 11pm. i wish i could be there on thanksgiving.)

i got a couple more gifts while john and i were out. we also picked out a new dishwasher. it'll be at the house on wednesday, the day when i'll be over next. it stopped working because the board got overloaded. so we got a new one.

i came back home after that, and we had meatloaf for dinner, along with broccoli and cheesy potatoes, the kind you see at mormon funerals, which we interestingly didn't get from mormons - it came from my late uncle's long time partner aka his "wife" aka the bitch who left him after he got diagnosed with cancer.

i don't know if i've ever mentioned uncle rich here. he was a good man. a silly guy. weird as shit and could never take a normal picture. i also make weird faces for pictures now, because of him. he died while i was out at school in utah.

i almost don't remember him. but i know he liked pickles.

sigh.

what a day.

[welcometomybraincomics]

Just read a post bemoaning characters specifically introduced as love interests and I'm just- Like, 100% weren't talking about me, I live in my dusty little corner of the internet, but Rayd is 100% that, but also, like all of my Neigbhor's characters have, like 0 personality until I find a funny situation for them.

They're all so fucking basic, lmao

Ooh, but back to the love interest bit- it's not very clear since I haven't made any comics in a while, but The Neighbors is 100% and episodic comic. and by "Episodic" I mean there's no through line/continuous plot, they're just doing bullshit

That being said, I have not contrived an introduction for Rayd yet, but now I have an idea and it's definately funnny

Ok, so, context: one of my first jokes with Katerax, aside from the fact that he angy, is that he can't keep a girlfriend and gets super sad every time he breaks up. Now, that doesn't sound comedic, but the commedic part comes in with consideration to how often he gets a freaking girlfriend aoierjaigr Which is- *Wheeze* So fucking often

Like, one of my unpublished comics has a "Days since Kat had a girlfriend" counter and, like it lasted 3 days oeijfoief

So, the joke was he falls head over heels fast and gets absolutely devastated every time he gets dumped, but I thought that was kind of depressing, so then I made Rayd (who has actually been in a few comic drafts)

So! The concept for how Rayd gets introduced:

Nami is out on the town and sees Kat on a date with Rayd and she goes "Woah! You have a girl friend!?"

Kat: Um, yeah. I do have a life outside of the house you know *tone implies that Nami does not, which is a fair assumption bc she works at night, aka. when everyone's asleep, and crawls out her window like the gremlin she is instead of using the door, so nobody actually freaking hears her leave the house)

Nami: *Exaggerated gasp* I do too have a life outside the house! I've got *starts listing her family members and acquaintances, of which include her Boss (her uncle), her underlings (she's part of an organized crime family), and all the people she harasses for work/has made an enemy of)*

Kat: *open jawed shock bc this is the first time anyone in the house has learned what Nami actually does for a living. They all just thought she was a shut-in (inaccurate, she goes outside) or maybe a rich kid who didn't have to work*

Rayd: *also startled bc she's been with Kat long enough now to hear him complain about his roommates craziness, but didn't expect this level of Wild*

---

Alt.

Nami: I do too have a life outside of the house! I have- I have! ..... *hand on chin in thought*

Que Nami's quest to prove she has a life outside of the house, featuring...

A trip to the less safe part of town where everyone seems to know her

her siblings who look nothing like her (they're all adopted)

a quest to show she Definately Has a Hobby (I mean, she gardens, but she counts that as "in the house"), which includes.... looking at gass station knives? Idk, I just want her to, like enthusiastically do her bullshit and drag Kat (and subsequently Rayd) around like "See, seee!?"; mmmmmm If I wanna go in on the gardening angle, like, I guess she could enthusiastically drag them around to green houses that are.... dramatic and suspicious (Insert running joke on Nami eating dangerous plants and being fine)

[nathank77]

7/22/24

10:10 a.m Edited/Added to Significantly

I had a dream last night that I was stuck in a car/camper type thing being trapped with 4 of my friends (idk who they were). We were being trapped by someone idk who.

They all started freezing to death. And one of them couldn't sleep. One of them was microsleeping next to a dead body. The dead body was frozen, his lips were ice. His face was frozen.

I wanted to leave and I kept trying. I called my mom and sister and I think I reached my sister. She didn't show up for me.

I remember being scared that I was going to start microsleeping again. I was terrified cause my friend was unable to fall asleep.

I think it was symbolic of me dying due to the trauma of microsleeping/Psychosis.

I really wish I could get over that trauma.

I reattached the heart monitor today I'm taking it off at like 8 p.m cause I'm not being woken up in the middle of the night with my chest all itchy and having to carefully remove it with hot water and a rag. Then I won't be able to fall back to sleep without copiuos amounts of drugs... so I'll take of it off before bed so it can't interrupt my sleeping pill from keeping me knocked out.

I had a couple good nights sleeping where I stayed asleep solidly through the night. Without needing to pee. Something that helped was not having that monitor on waking me up making me remove it.

I wish I didn't have to celebrate getting 7 hours of sleep and not waking up at the 4 hour mark, needing to pee and taking copiuos amount of drugs and it taking me 1-2 hours to get back to sleep.

I wake up multiple times in pain cause I have to pee so badly despite controlling my fluid intake before bed. But there is nothing I can do. It's lay there in pain and fall back to sleep or struggle to fall back to sleep and take a lot of drugs... and maybe not fall back to sleep.

After I posted what I posted last night, "what Sarah said" by Death Cab for Cutie started playing in my head maybe a hour later. "Love is watching someone die." Specifically and then, "and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny pray to father time."

I don't believe you're here but my brain wants to. I said that if you were here and you weren't reaching out, it would be cruel bc you're watching me suffer when you could be reaching out a hand.

Maybe I should look at it like this, "love is watching someone die." Cause it is. So if you're here and you can't talk to me bc you're in love with me and you're trying to set up your life before you show up its forgivable bc it's true. Love is watching someone die.

The tiny pray to father time part is maybe I'll hold on but you don't get it. It's awful listening to this hallucination 24/7. I never have a good day. I've completely flat lined and when I say I wouldn't want a gf so badly if I had internal peace I mean that.

I enjoy my alone time and game days so much but I dont anymore cause I hallucinate whenever I'm alone. I actually like being alone more than I like being around people. People suck and you have to compromise on everything. When I'm alone if I had internal peace I can do whatever I want whenever I want. I don't have to compromise on anything. Thats the sad part. I'd rather know few people and have tight relationships than be surrounded by people.

I used to LOVE my alone time now I would if I ever had a second of silence.

And generally the people i can hang out with I don't like much. I mean it doesn't apply to everyone but most are toxic... just bad for me...

Even the people I do like, like John for instance we have a lot in common but we still have to compromise. He loves zombies. I hate fucking zombies but like there aren't too many co-op games. Instead of playing what I want I have to compromise bc of the lack of co-op games and being a good friend is compromising. He wants to play zombies so I should. He compromises too.

That's the thing about relationships. I love being alone but all I do is hallucinate. If I could hang out alone and just play minecraft in peace and silence I'd be so happy. My quality of life would get so much better.

Part of me believes you read my tumblr but if you're here and you're not going to be my girl one day if it works out you got to reach out before it's too late. Being able to come to your house and have a Sunday funday or something and get to know your family and be around not toxic people could really help my mental health. A lot.

[izzy-b-hands]

Started watching Our Friends in the North and it's so fkn captivating

also: bby Daniel Craig and Christopher Eccleston and an overall wonderful cast

Put it on not expecting to like it all (tho there are definitely some word choices in the show that had me like. oof. idk if they were wholly necessary but it also came out in 1996 and some stuff out of the late nineties and older gets Rough)

But, I can't seem to turn it off all the same. I'm invested now in a way i did not envision (also fuck Tosker tho, my heart weeps for poor Mary who like. Has made her own decisions yeah but that doesn't mean she deserves to be stuck in the situation she's in at all)

Im still tired af but i wanna watch more tonight, im afraid I'll fall asleep during it tho purely bc of last night's lack of sleep (i did nap and could again now, but i feel like that won't help the night sleep issue lmao)

[vinnieslove]

hi!! could i request y/n having insomnia and vin waking up to see her still scrolling through tik tok? y/n begs him to go back to sleep, but he insists taking them both on a late night car ride? and when they get in the car, he starts playing the “3am rides” playlist he made for both of them! in the car vinnie’s holding y/n’s hand and telling her how pretty she is? idk. just lots of lots of fluff :) tysm <33

3am car rides

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summary; insomnia is a pain but vinnie always finds a way to make you feel better

warnings; like two swear words, pet names (love, baby)

authors note; this is so cute bc it’s so relatable

this is my work please don’t steal it thank you very much!!

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another sleepless night for you. this wasn't uncommon at all. it felt damn near impossible for you to fall asleep sometimes. no matter how many melatonin pills, lavender scented candles, or relaxing youtube videos you consume nothing works.

vinnie always hated this. he hated seeing you all groggy and zombie like throughout the day and you were up all night.

you occasionally had naps throughout the day. they'd only last an hour but it was still sleep. during the night you'd get a maximum of 3 hours of sleep; definitely not the recommended hours of sleep.

you were usually good at keeping quiet whenever you were up at night and vinnie was sleeping. there were a couple times vinnie woke up but went right back to sleep after cuddling in your side.

tonight was a bit of a different night. you were still restless, tossing and turning, trying different sleep methods, but you still couldn’t sleep. usually when you couldn’t sleep you’d pull out your current read and little book light and go to town. but tonight, you couldn’t even focus on your book.

you sighed heavily, being as quiet as possible, grabbed your phone and headed downstairs. you would never open tik tok or youtube while vinnie was lying asleep next to you.

sitting down at the kitchen island with the bowl on instant mac and cheese you made, you opened tik tok. you didn’t know how much time had passed but soon you heard gentle footsteps approach the kitchen.

vinnie immediately felt when you left the bed, it was almost like a sixth sense for him. he assumed you were headed to the bathroom so he tried to fall back asleep but was unsuccessful when many minutes had passed and you hadn’t returned to bed. he could only assume you were in the kitchen or living room. vinnie pulled on a plain black shirt and some socks and headed downstairs.

“what are you doing down here, love?” his voice was raspy and his eyes were practically still closed as he rubbed them trying to get them open.

you were still finishing up your max and cheese with a tik tok playing in the background when you looked up at his sleepy figure. he was slightly swaying back and forth and one hand was in his hair while the other rubbed his eyes. his shirt raised slightly showing a bit of his stomach. he almost looked angelic in this sleepy state.

“i couldn’t sleep or read, so i came down here and made myself some food and now i’m watching tik tok.” you shrugged it off like it was nothing. vinnie just grumbled a bit in response, nothing being intelligible. he makes his way over to your sitting figure and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, letting his head rest against your upper back. his eyes closed but not in attempt to sleep, just to rest his eyes.

by the time you finished your mac and cheese, vinnie was practically awake now. “c’mon—” he lets go of your waist and holds and hand out for you to join whatever activity he has in mind. “—let’s go.”

confused, you took his hand and he lead you to the front door. he grabbed his keys of the key hook by the door. you finally get the sense of what he’s doing, he’s going to drive you around. “my mom used to do this to me as a baby when i couldn’t sleep,” vinnie started. “she used to set me in my car seat and drive around the block. it put me to sleep almost instantly.”

“i also have a special playlist for you, for nights like this.” he smiled, opening up his music app and selecting the playlist titled ‘3am car rides <3’.

the first song to play was space song by beach house. he knew it was one of your favorite songs. “special, huh?”

“it’s for a very special girl.” he looked over at you with a smile that could barely be seen, yet you could still see his beautiful features in the moon light.

vinnie started up his car and began driving. there was no real destination nor certain path he was taking, he just drove. “so what’d you do today, baby?” he asked while grabbing on of your hands to hold.

“well—” you started to think of all the things you did today. “—i ran a couple errands, i helped jett with something he was working on, and i made my amazing boyfriend supposedly the best sandwich he’s ever had—”

“— i don’t know what it was you did differently to my sandwich but it was the fucking best thing i’ve ever eaten! better than anything i could’ve gotten out.”

you both laughed at how excited he was over the sandwich. “so tell me about yours now.” you squeezed his hand a bit. a simple gesture you two had symbolizing any sort of love. wether it me a silent ‘i love you’ or just a simple act to show any sort of appreciation or excitement of some sort.

“well, first—” vinnie rambled on and on about how long and adventurous day. how he and jack ran all over town looking for something and ended up being in the first place they looked. how he had to fix one of his cars today. his time on stream and stuff about the game he was playing. he also talked about some of the tik toks he filmed today and future projects he was thinking about.

midway through his ramble you started to get sleepy, this going unnoticed by vinnie due to his eyes on the road and his rambling. vinnie always had a habit of rambling. he hated it but you always thought it was cute how he went on and on about whatever topic.

by the time vinnie was done rambling, you had fully dozed off. he was stopped at a stoplight finally getting the chance to look over at you. he looked over fully expecting you to be awake and engaged in his ramble. but to his surprise, you were curled up and asleep. you legs had been pulled up in the seat and were leaning against the car door while your head was facing the same direction with you eyes closed and your mouth slightly ajar. your hand still intertwined with vinnies.

he looked over at your sleeping state and thought about how angelic and gentle you looked. he loved the small snores that escaped your mouth and how sometimes your nose would twitch in your sleep.

vinnie drove home trying not to be loud with his car in attempt to keep you asleep. you were, thankfully, still asleep when vinnie pulled into the driveway. he carried your sleeping figure into the house and onto your shared bed. vinnie pulled off your socks knowing how much you hate sleeping with them and gently tucked you in. as vinnie climbed into his side of the bed and got settled, you rolled over to cuddle into him.

vinnies heart swelled at your sleeping figure curled into his side, a sight he rarely got to see. “thank you.” you whispered before falling back asleep. you thanked him for finally being able to fall asleep. vinnie kissed to top of your head and slowly drifted off to sleep himself.

and for the first time in a few years, you finally got a good nights sleep all thanks to your wonderful boyfriend and his adorable rambling.

~

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