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veronika-tserber · 2 years ago

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ASTROLOGY AND GIFT-GIVING PT.3 🎁

💧 WATER SIGNS EDITION

Water signs value how a gift makes them FEEL. They are naturally prone to nostalgia, and their emotional memory is uh-mazing, which is why it's a good idea to gift them something that reminds them of happy childhood memories and/or things they used to love/do in the past.

Water signs are sensitive, and can't live without consuming or creating ART. Music reaches straight into their soul. They also enjoy handmade gifts, especially if you made them, for the same reason Earth signs do - those gifts are a physical embodiment of your love.💗

Also, try to go for PERSONALIZED gifts, whenever possible.

They are also quite thoughtful and take mental notes when people mention details about themselves and what they like. Likewise, when you do the same, their hearts ascend to the heavens. Listening and paying attention to the "small" details actually means the world to them. It's a love language in its own right.

♋ CANCERS may resonate with the description above, the most! They love to take walks down memory lane, so gifts such as hand-made albums with photos of you together, with some sweet messages and doodles sprinkled around, would probably make them cry (not that this is an anomaly, but still...)

They love to feel cozy, especially at home where they usually spend a lot of time. You can gift them a personalized funny mug to use all year long for their hot cocoa, tea, or whatever the f#ck these grown babies are drinking. 👶 If they have a pet, the mug can totally have their pet's face on it and some cheesy "proud dog mom" label or something similar. A Scorpio COULD potentially throw up all over you if you did that for them, but not the Cancer babies.

As we all know, their home is a sacred space for them, so you can help make it feel even more comfortable by getting them MORE scented candles, decorations, soft pillows, and/or art prints that suit their taste. You also won't go wrong if you buy them plush toys/animals, onesies, or even coloring books. My Cancer Moon asks you to TRUST me. 😂

A lot of them LOVE to cook and bake, so you could gift them a personalized apron with another cheesy label or just anything that can serve them well in the kitchen (yes, even appliances). If you are willing to take a bolder risk, you can give them a small animal! They are 10/10 an animal lover and aren't as picky as some folks (looking at you, Virgos...) As long as it's cute and friendly – they will most likely adore it right away.

I find that a SPRINKLE of the opposite sign's energy can be a good move. To help Cancers find balance, you can gift them a slightly Capricornian gift. Help strengthen their self-discipline and sense of self/independence by giving them something to improve their organizational skills (planners, watches, calendars, etc) and commit to their personal ambitions and goals. Still, if you can, go for personalization. An elegant, but plain and soul-less calendar or planner might leave them feeling cold and indifferent.

♏ SCORPIOS are one of the most (if not THE most) introspective and intense signs. Meaningful gifts show them how well the other person knows and understands them. Personally, they LOVE to learn more about themselves and others, and their intelligence is cunning! This is why they will appreciate a good book on the topic of psychology, hypnosis, and even witchcraft/the occult - it really depends on how deep into the rabbit hole they are. If it's a fictional book, the thriller/mystery/horror genre is their cup of tea.

These folks definitely have a "Dark Academia" vibe going on, so gothic clothes and jewelry or leather-bound journals (please, save the animals & don't buy genuine leather) to help carry their most private thoughts and feelings, WILL suit their taste. They can be into crystals, oracle/Tarot cards, and all kinds of witchy or "woo-woo" stuff.

They love to observe things and people from behind the scenes. If you have the means, you can gift them an actual camera. It doesn't have to be expensive or even high-quality - Scorpios appreciate the rawness of anything vintage, second-hand, or even a little bit broken/flawed in some way. Halsey starts singing in my head right now: "You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece..." She's VERY Scorpionic/Plutonic, by the way. I should create a post about her soon. If you decide that a camera gift is off the table, you can buy them a binocle, and help fuel their stalking tendencies.

And of course, how can we write about this sign without mentioning sex, right? So, yeah, sexy lingerie, toys, underwear, etc, are perfect for the ladies. Men, on the other hand, will enjoy the presence/assistance of their lady wearing them. 😄 If it's not LIKE THAT, play a murder mystery game together or even this kinky, weird game called "Cards Against Humanity". They LOVE weird stuff, and their sense of humor is usually dark/sarcastic. No wonder Pluto, their ruler, feels so good in Aquarius. Another thing that comes to mind - go get a tattoo (or tattoos?!) together. It's a pretty intimate experience if you think about it.

I also find that a SPRINKLE of the opposite sign's energy can be a good move. Scorpios are emotionally intense and love to seek depth in everything, but this can get exhausting at some point. That's when they sink too deeply into their heads, isolate themselves from the world, and/or experience depression. To help balance their energy, gift them a slightly Taurean gift. What comes to mind, first? Good old food, my friends. Well, not actually old, unless your aim is to tickle their weird obsession with poisons.

I mean a home-cooked meal you can enjoy together while watching their favorite movie, followed by a massage by you... mmwah! *chef's kiss* Help them enjoy the simple pleasures in life. They secretly LONG for simplicity and the feeling of being safe and nurtured by someone. If the relationship is platonic, you can visit the spa or beauty salon together, go somewhere in nature and take cool photos (bonus points if you explore abandoned buildings & ruins), or go to the local cozy cafe and have a nice chat. I told you - simplicity.

♓️ PISCEANS straight up love "woo-woo" stuff, crystals, and candles, Even if they aren't into spirituality, per se, they are naturally psychic, sensitive, and deeply introverted. This is why their favorite activity is inactivity 😂 They love to hang out in their room, watch movies/read books, create art, meditate/masturbate, or both, and you could help make their personal space feel even more relaxed and mystical. Trippy tapestries to hang on their walls, incense/sage to cleanse the vibes and make the room smell amazing, a new speaker, or headphones for their music addiction. For some reason, I think of those boxes on Etsy full of such witchy/mystical objects & aromas.

Even if they aren’t an "artist" or they don't practice art consistently as a hobby, I encourage you to gift them tools to help explore their creativity. A few years ago, I gave my Pisces 5th house mom a coloring mandala book, which is soo out of her comfort zone (A LOT of Capricorn energy, barely any Pisces), but she greatly enjoyed it! Go dance, and have fun – Pisceans are introverted party animals that tend to absorb everyone's energy, soo... To avoid the "moody fish", you can host a party at home, and invite their closest circle of friends and family, or even reserve it for just the two of you.

Another thing you can do is take them to a psychic or gift them a Psychic/Astrology/Numerology reading.

I also find that a SPRINKLE of the opposite sign's energy can be a good move. Pisceans can be ungrounded, and thus - prone to melancholy, mood swings, and unhealthy addictions. You can help balance their energy with a Virgo gift. Assist them in structuring their days and taking better care of their physical and mental health. There are many ways you could do that, and some suggestions include: taking them to a yoga or DANCE class, buying them natural skin-care products, or giving them a living being to take care of.

Virgos can take such good physical care of themselves because they practice this skill on everyone else. 😀 So, Pisceans can benefit from consistently looking after a houseplant or a pet. Is it offensive and too literal to buy them pet fish? Yeah, probably. It can be a great experience to go to the animal shelter together and let THEM choose their next best friend. They absolutely love animals, and they will feel a great sense of responsibility to look after them in the best possible way.

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dragonmom-art · 2 years ago

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One thing that has been helping me to go through the rough times lately is raffles. Raffling some of my Amigurumi pieces made me understand the importance of keep creating and most of all, made me see who's actually by my side supporting my work and my dream.

So today I'll show you the raffles I did until now and I'mma be updating you guys about my future raffles as well in this blog. Let's go!👍

This pretty dollie was the first raffle I've ever made. She has a bittersweet story behind her.

A client came to me commissioning this big doll and I made her as she requested. But in the end the client refused to pay the price the doll was worth. It was supposed to be my biggest commission back then and I got very disappointed. The dollie lived in my Amigurumi cupboard for about 2 years since then.

That's when my mom came with the idea to raffle the dollie for Children's Day (a popular holiday here in Brazil) and I saw the opportunity to not only make some money out of the doll but also make a kid happy on their day. So me and my mom prepared everything and mom started selling the raffle numbers at her workplace. To my surprise it was a BLAST and all the numbers were sold in basically 2 days! I must confess that I'm lucky that mom has a lot of good friends that knows me and my work and support me there, but still I was impressed on how quickly the raffle numbers sold out.

I got very satisfied with the results. I earned more than double of the money the doll was worth and now she belongs to a very special little girl.🥰

I got so overwhelmed by how quickly and easy everything went and mostly how kind people were to me with their support that I decided to gift all the raffle buyers a little thank you favor, these cute heart keychains. And that was a jackpot idea, 'cause I got lots of commissions for these keychains after I distributed them.

The second item I raffled was this Schnauzer doggie. I posted it's story here earlier so go check it out if you missed. Long story short, it was another frustrated sale that I decided to raffle on Christmas, since I couldn't prepare anything specifically for that date and, again to my immense luck, people were asking for a raffle. Again another stuck piece that I raffled for twice it's price.

The winner was a dog lover that was thrilled with the prize, which made me very happy.

Unfortunately I didn't had time to make thank you favors this time, but I made sure to let everyone who's have joined the raffle know how grateful I was and still am for their support. ❤️

And last, but not least, here's my latest raffle. I don't know why, but I wanted to make some handbags sooo bad! My first idea was to raffle 2 bags separately to make more money and offer to my friends outside mom's workplace. But my plans were frustrated by a case of yarn incompatibility, so I had to stick with one handbag only. Then mum suggested me to make a Snoopy doll to complement and bring more attention to the raffle since many or her fellow coworkers are fans of the little puppy. So I made it and it was again a huge success, the numbers sold out in a few days as well.

My favorite part was acknowledging that the winner was actually super confident of winning and it was a pleasant surprise when I sorted her number out of many others. I'll never underestimate confidence again. 😂

As favors this time I sorted these lovely owl key holders amongst all the raffle buyers. They all loved the idea and I am very happy with another successfull raffle round. 🥰

One thing that caught my attention is that, in a way, every raffle prize went to the right person and that inspires me to keep doing what I do. I hope this streak never ends.🙏🍀

The patterns I used for the raffles are:

"Boneca Bianca" by Amanita Crochet (PT-BR)

"Chaveiro de coração em crochê fácil e rápido!!" by Geovana Amigurumi SZ (PT-BR)

"Amigurumi Dog With Fur" by Projectarian

"Bolsa de crochê Arco-iris" by Cristina Luriko (PT-BR)

"Snoopy amigurumi" by Queiroz Ateliê (PT-BR)

The owls were inspired by "tutorial crochet keychain owl | owl crochet for beginner" by knitted with azi

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pawableltd · 1 year ago

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Pet-Lovers' Paradise: Buy Pet-Themed Mugs to Celebrate Your Furry Friends

For pet owners, there's nothing quite like the joy and companionship that our beloved furry friends bring to our lives. Whether you're a proud cat person, a doting dog lover, or a devoted fan of any other four-legged companion, celebrating your pet's presence is a must! One delightful way to do so is by owning pet-themed mugs that bring a smile to your face every time you enjoy your favorite beverage. In this article, we'll explore the charm and variety of pet-themed mugs available, from humorous designs to heartwarming tributes. So, grab your coffee, tea, or hot cocoa, and let's embark on a journey to find the perfect mugs to honor your cherished pets.

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A Daily Reminder of Love Start your day with a warm cup of coffee and a loving reminder of your pet's unconditional love. Pet-themed mugs with heartwarming messages like "My Dog is My Heart" or "Cat Mom/Dad" make for a heart-touching addition to your morning routine. These mugs not only lift your spirits but also celebrate the bond you share with your furry companion.

Personalized Pet Mugs Take the celebration of your pet's presence to the next level with personalized pet mugs. Many online retailers offer the option to customize mugs with your pet's name and even their adorable picture. It's a fantastic way to immortalize your furry friend's cuteness and create a treasured keepsake.

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sainzfilm · 2 years ago

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Carlos + meeting Pinon and becoming Pinons new bestie 😆

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

a/n: this is my dream. carlos please pick me up so i can be besties with piñon and maybe your lover too ok goodbye i love this sm anon

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“Wait a minute!” You yelled out, running down the stairs of your apartment and fixing your hair in the mirror one last time before opening the door with a big smile on your face, “Love!”

“Hola, cariño,” Carlos smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing your temple, “You ready to meet Piñon?”

“More than ever,” You nodded as you pulled away from his grasp, grabbing a paper bag by the table and shaking it, “I got him a few goodies!”

“Hm? What are those?” He laughed, heart growing more fond of you from how excited you were to meet his best friend, “Bribery?”

Frowning as you punched his arm playfully, you grabbed your coat and purse before walking back to him, “Shut up. I got him some treats and a new toy with a tiny little hat for Christmas season!”

“You’re too cute, amor,” Carlos grinned as he gently pinched your cheek and locking your apartment door for you, “Means a lot to me, you know?”

“Genuinely, I really am excited to meet Piñon,” You replied as you hugged him from behind for a short moment, “I need his seal of approval from him so I can date you properly.”

Carlos laughed as he opened the car door for you, letting you in before climbing in his side of the car, “Mamá’s excited to see you too, you know?”

“I feel like I haven’t seen your family in so long,” You frowned as you buckled up your seatbelt, “I promised I’d let her teach me some of your favorite dishes.”

“Such wife material already,” Carlos grinned as he drove back to his family house, a hand resting on your thigh, “Ana and Blanca are annoying me to letting you have a girls day with them.”

“I want to have one!” You nodded eagerly, head turning to the side as you faced him, “I need some blackmail material from them.”

“Chica traviesa,” He mumbled as he slightly patted your leg, laughing in the process, “They’re going to interrogate you about…me. Whether or not I’ve been good.” Naughty girl.

“Hm, have you been good?” You playfully teased him, a finger resting on your chin, pretending to think, “Maybe…”

“Ay, Y/N,” Carlos laughed as he softly pinched your side, “I’ve been good!”

“Says the person who keeps hogging the comforters when he comes over!” You laughed as you slapped his hand away, “Minus points for you, love.”

“Maybe it’s just my way so you can cuddle up to me more,” He grins as he pulls up to his family house, parking the car next to the others, “Ready?”

“Of course I am,” You smiled as you grabbed your purse and bag, “Crossing my fingers he likes me.”

“Trust me, mi amor,” Carlos smiled as he got out of the car, opening your door for you and wrapping an arm around your waist while you walked inside the house together, “Wait here, okay?”

Nodding in response, you took a seat out in the patio, taking in the breath of fresh air. You set your bag down next to you as you hummed, waiting for Carlos to come back.

“Ay, Piñon! Cálmate! Siéntate, siéntate,” Carlos chuckled as he held onto Piñon’s leash, “Es hora de que conozcas a tu futura mamá, hm?” Ay, Piñon! Calm down! Sit, sit. Time for you to meet your future mom, hm?

Turning around from your seat, you smiled brightly as you saw Carlos walking up towards you, Piñon jumping beside him.

Covering your mouth, you giggled as you found the sight before you to be the most adorable thing ever. Carlos smiled as he waved you over, “C’mon, mi amor. I told him to be nice.”

Leaving your bag on the chair, you held onto the bag that contained his gifts, you cautiously walked over to the two of them. You smiled as you crouched down to his height, holding your hand out for him to sniff.

“Hola, Piñon,” You whispered as the dog sniffed your hand, coming closer to you, “Mi nombre es Y/N. Tengo algo para ti.” Hi, Piñon. My name is Y/N. I have something for you.

Piñon barked as his tail wagged happily, nuzzling his head on your hand. You laughed as you sat down on the grass, pulling the bag out from behind you.

“Pollo o carne?” You grinned as you pulled out two bags of treats, Piñon barking and nudging the bag with the chicken flavored ones, “Okay, buddy. Here.” Chicken or beef?

You took out a few treats from the bag, placing it on your hand as Piñon happily ate it, “Te gusta, eh? Es delicioso?” You like it, huh? It’s delicious?

Piñon barked happily as he stayed closer near you, you smiled as you rubbed his head and scratched his chin, “You’re such a good boy, hm?”

Carlos smiled as he crossed his arms, watching the two of you get along so well, “Told you he’s nice.”

“Certainly nicer than you when we first met,” You teased as you stroked Piñon’s back, hugging the dog, “I wanna keep him.”

“Ay, I was nice to you,” Carlos clicked his tongue as he walked over to the two of you, crouching down to kiss the top of your head and scratching Piñon’s chin, “He’s such a Sainz, hm? Getting your heart so quickly?”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes playfully as you continued to rub Piñon’s back, “Piñon has my heart now.”

“What about me?”

“No,” You grinned as you looked up at him, “If we get a dog, then we’ll talk.”

Carlos clicked his tongue as he pinched your cheek, “Ay, fine. Next week.”

bonus scene!

Carlos went out for a day of karting with his friends, he decided that you could spend the day with his mother and sisters back at home.

As he entered the house, he took off his shoes and threw his keys on the table, “Cariño! I’m back!”

Blanca immediately ran up to him from the kitchen, bringing a finger up to her mouth, panic written all over her face, “Shush! Cállate, idiota! La vas a despertar!” Be quiet, idiot! You’re going to wake her up!

“Ay, lo siento,” Carlos smiled sheepishly as he whispered back, following his sister to the living room, “Tuviste un buen día con ella?” Ay, I’m sorry. Did you have a good day with her?

“Sí,” Blanca nodded as she smiled, leaning against the archway, “Parece que Piñón la ama más ahora.” Yes. It looks like Piñon loves her more now.

Carlos looked up to see the sweetest thing right before his eyes – Piñon curled up in your arms as the two of you peacefully slept on the couch.

“Yo también lo creo,” He chuckled softly as he smiled, falling for you even more than he realized, “Tuve mucha suerte esta vez, supongo.” I think so too. I got lucky this time around, I guess.

Blanca smiled as she patted her brother’s arm gently, “Cuídala, de acuerdo? Ella es una chica dulce.” Take care of her, okay? She’s a sweet girl.

Carlos nodded with a smile, “Por su puesto que lo hare. Piñón cerró el trato, ella es mi futuro.” Of course, I will. Piñon sealed the deal, she’s my future.

You didn’t hear the words that came out of Carlos’ mouth that moment, maybe you didn’t need to. All that matters was that Carlos knew for sure that you’re his present, and he will do what he can to make you his future.

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avtrbee · 3 years ago

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summary: nobara and itadori asks megumi about the biggest fight y/n and gojo ever had

tw: abandonment issues (?)

please feel free to leave comments of criticism! i'd love to hear from you :> enjoy the fic !!

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It seemed like the entire Jujutsu High School seemed to freeze in cold when Y/N and Gojo-sensei walked past each other near the training grounds. They were usually attached at the hip in the school as both were teachers and...well, they were married. They looked like lovesick fools on campus, but mainly Gojo sneaking kisses at any chance he got and Y/N silently letting him. No one missed the small smile of fondness on Y/N’s face every time.

“Oi,” whispered Itadori, nudging his shoulder. “Will they be okay? Y/N-sensei’s face looks so cold.”

“Yeah,” agreed Megumi without hesitation. This wasn’t his first experience of seeing a lovers quarrel- they practically raised him after all. He and Tsumiki always had the front row seats on Gojo’s tantrums and Y/N’s stubbornness. “They’ll get over it.”

“Hah?” Nobara poked his shoulder. “You seem pretty confident, Fushiguro.”

“Well, it’s not like this was their worst fight…”

“Huh, I never knew them to fight frequently. They always looked so in love that fighting seemed out of the picture. What was their worst fight like Megumi? Were you there?” asked Itadori.

Oh, he was there. He remembered every second of the week-long fight- the longest it ever lasted. Megumi didn’t even remember what it was about- the laundry? Stress? He really didn’t care about the specifics. From that point, Megumi has seen Y/N and Gojo have little arguments with a few ending up in screaming matches. They were always mindful to scream when he and Tsumiki were out of earshot, but they caught bits and pieces nonetheless. They were always greeted with a sleeping Y/N cuddled up with Gojo on their sofa the next day, anyway.

But this...this was something else. It was serious. It got so bad that Gojo even packed up a suitcase filled with his clothes and slammed their front door, going away from who knows where.

The house felt frozen like it was winter, similar to how Jujutsu Highschool felt now. All three of them looked at the door silently, expecting, praying, that Gojo would come back with a goofy smile calling his actions a prank, making everyone sigh in relief. But a few minutes passed by, and the door still hadn't opened.

It was Tsumiki that broke the deafening silence first. “Will- will you l-leave too, Y/N-san?”

Megumi and Y/N’s heads whipped to the girl. Tsumiki, always the bigger sister, was trying to keep a straight face, quickly wiping away the tears that were falling down her cheeks. There was a smile on her face as if trying to convince everyone that it's okay- it’s okay if Y/N leaves. Just like her mom, just like his dad. Y/N walked three great strides towards his sister and shoved her a little too aggressively to her stomach.

“No.” she croaked. Y/N raised her head to look away from them, presumably to cry. She never liked crying, much more people seeing her cry.

Megumi has always looked at Tsumiki as the older sister she was, always caring for him, fussing around him with a motherlike intent. But the sight of Tsumiki’s arms tightly secured around Y/N’s waist while sobbing into her shirt was the youngest Megumi has ever seen his sister.

He gets it. He does. Megumi might be nine but he was the first to realize that his dad and Tsumiki’s mom were never coming back. He realized this quickly, too. The slam of the door, a parental figure walking past without ever looking back...he and Tsumiki have seen this sight way too many times.

There was anger in his chest, both directed at himself and at Gojo. Did he trust too quickly? It was only two years since Y/N and Gojo took them out of the cramped apartment they called home, two years since he’s been eating take out and home-cooked meals for dinner instead of leftovers of a restaurant, two years since he and Tsumiki hadn’t slept on a thin mattress on the floor. He got too complacent, and this is where it got him.

Megumi’s heart ached, and all he feels is anger- anger towards Gojo for leaving, anger towards Tsumiki for caring, and anger towards Y/N for taking them in and making him trust again. He got too carried away with all the privileges and assurances they showered them with that Megumi didn’t even think it would go away. How stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He’ll miss this, he thinks. Megumi will miss coming home to an occasional hot meal that Y/N would cook if she arrived home early. He would miss the weekly shopping trips they would go to- Megumi barely wanted anything, content at staring at the stores and observing Tsumiki and Gojo buy clothes for everyone. Megumi would miss Disneyland- he had only been there once but Gojo saw the excitement in his and Tsumiki’s eyes that he promised he’ll take them there again. He would miss Gojo carrying him out of spite, despite being too tall and holding his hand as they walked to stores despite him acting like he hated every second of it. He’ll miss the way his heart would swell every time an old lady would call them a cute family and the way-

“Megumi.” His head snapped to Y/N whose eyes were red and sad. “You’re crying.”

Megumi lifted his palm to hold his cheek and sure enough, he managed to catch a tear from rolling down his chin. He didn’t even realize he was crying, which made him angrier. He wanted to tear this place he called home for two years apart with one of his dogs, leave and never come back-

From Y/N’s stomach, Tsumiki peaked at him and held out her hand. Y/N placed a comforting hand on her head before giving Megumi a sad smile. It was then Megumi let all of his anger flow through his tears, he was ashamed of even thinking of leaving- Y/N just said she wouldn’t leave them, and he believed her. He felt more tears roll down his cheeks and he let himself wail, scream, and shout for the entire world to hear. He ran like a child to Tsumiki’s hands and to Y/N’s comforting hug and screamed more.

He didn’t know how long they cried together but at the end of the night, they were all tucked in a corner, Tsumiki and Megumi snuggled at Y/N’s sides.

They were comfortable at that, but Y/N insisted on getting up and getting ready for bed. She ushered the both of them to the shower and brushed her teeth with them. There was silence as they did their tasks, exhausted from silently crying and Megumi from throwing a fit with his wails.

It wasn’t until Tsumiki was buttoning the last button of his pajamas when they heard their doorbell ring an absurd amount of times. It didn’t have the intention to stop until someone opened the door.

“I’ll get it,” announced Y/N, her voice croaking from disuse. Megumi remembered watching Y/N figure walk to their doorway, then finally opening the door.

Behind it was Gojo with eyes as red as theirs, holding a bouquet of flowers on one hand and two paper bags on the other. He raised his gifts to them with shaking hands.

Megumi would have laughed at his sight, Gojo had snot coming out of his nose, his eyes were filled with tears, lips trembling. But the fact that Gojo’s blindfold was off, giving an impression that Gojo was serious.

“I-“ Gojo sniffed. “I meant to come back earlier, I didn’t mean it- it’s just the higher-ups gave me a mission to Europe as soon as I closed the door-“ Gojo breathed deeply, eyes darting at the three of them. Behind him was the suitcase he packed, untouched on their doorstep.

“-I teleported, I finished it as soon as I could, and-“

“Fushiguro?”

Megumi flinched backward at the sudden sight of Itadori’s hand waving in front of his face. He was suddenly pulled out of his memory, blinking several times to adjust to his new reality. “Sorry, I spaced out…”

“Well?” Nobara prompted, putting her hands on her waist. “What was their biggest fight?”

The expression on her face was similar to those she wore before she threw a fit of impatience. He wasn’t really in a mood to explicitly describe the emotional toll their fight took from all of them, nor was he willing to suddenly open up about his abandonment issues and how a Gojo going out and not coming back until three hours later triggered something in him and Tsumiki. After Y/N hugged Gojo, Megumi remembered racing against Tsumiki towards the white-haired man at their door, each of them clutching one of his legs.

Megumi trusts Itadori and Nobara...he just wasn’t there yet. He’ll tell them someday he thinks, he’ll tell them everything.

Megumi looked at Y/N and Gojo-sensei again and was pleased by what he saw. A small smile graced his face as he pointed towards the couple. “It ended just like that.”

Itadori and Nobara turned their heads towards the direction of the couple. From their position, they could see Gojo clutching a bouquet of flowers while audibly sobbing his apologies while Y/N tackled him into a hug.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #megumi fushiguro #tsumiki fushiguro #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk angst #jjk scenarios

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tsunderedoctor · 4 years ago

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Love Languages: The Gift Lovers

This is a small group so I figured I release it now, but the rest will have around 9 members and might be broken down into parts due to how many fit a certain love language.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Guy literally gets whatever he wants; from praise to countries (see what I did there-). He expects the same from his s/o and he hopes his s/o knows he will do the same in return.

Doesn’t care if they are little gifts or homemade; actually prefers homemade because it’s one of a kind and made by his s/o! Also reminds him of his mom when she would make arts and crafts with him and Rosi as a kid (so expect them to be locked up like they are valuables!).

If his s/o isn’t really into receiving/giving gifts he won’t mind it too much; but will still buy them everything they might have looked at.

Could totally see him as a sugar daddy; just a manipulative bastard one-

Also on that note, will use his gifts he got you as leverage (”Remember those lovely earrings I got you? I don’t recall giving them to anyone else, so how can you say I don’t love you?”).

Borsalino “Kizaru”

Likes small gifts the best! Let’s him know that while his s/o was out they thought of him! I can see him liking ties or something useful for his work rather than something cute/useless. Will still accept cute gifts though (change my mind-)!

Always says “ohh” and “aww” when opening gifts! S/o could literally tell him what he got and guy will still act surprised; totally does it to annoy/make s/o flustered. Has this goofy grin after and says thanks every time!

Buys little trinkets or knickknacks of your favorite animal or collection you like. Will also try to get something he knows you will use. Art lover? Here’s some new paints/pencils! Like to read? Newest book of your favorite author! Love cats/dogs? Here’s a cute ornament you can hang around the house!

Literally won’t hate anything you got him; and would accept anything! Actually likes gag gifts and finds the idea funny; so please tease this man!

Shachi

Falls head over heels for homemade and cute gifts! Loves this one gift you got him of a killer whale plush and keeps it on his bed and sleeps with it (like that meme where the girlfriend sleeps with a 4ft version of boyfriend-)!

Doesn’t care if it doesn’t make him look manly or the others make fun of him for it! His babe thought of him when they got/made it and he loves it!

Can see him having all your gifts all over his room; hasn’t lost a single one! Remembers where each and every one came from and for what reason!

Also loves to buy you cute gifts! Even if his babe doesn’t like them, he still does because they looked just like them and how can he not get it?!

When out shopping for the crew gets sidetracked easily and sometimes wonders off. Penguin tries to wheel him back before Law finds out they aren’t shopping for the crew anymore-

Buggy

Guy is pretty vain not gonna lie; so definitely loves fancy, big gifts. However, won’t complain too much if his s/o can’t afford it (will just tell you to budget better next time-).

Loves parties too! So please throw a party for his birthday along with gifts!

Swears he doesn’t ask for much, but has like a wish list of 35 different items he wants for his birthday or anniversary. If you are not a gift lover, will get mad when your list is small and thinks you aren’t taking him seriously.

Will also tell you he spent billions of beli on the gifts he got you; but might have been exaggerating- If you catch him in the act he will still deny it and say whoever told you that was wrong!

Favorite gift he got from you was this vintage pirate’s hat. He keeps it in a shadow box and dusts it regularly!

Nami

Is another one who loves useful gifts or gifts that made you think of her! Finds it really cool if you are able to find items that can help her with navigating and really appreciates that you take her dreams into consideration!

Also tries to find gifts she knows you would use as well! Will also try to make gifts if she can’t afford a gift she thinks you deserve!

Very good with her hands and can get pretty damn close to the actual thing she was wanting! Could honestly replace the two and only the original creator would probably know the difference-

If you aren’t a gift lover will try to find other ways to express her love to you! Gets really bashful when using words of affirmation and physical touch! She finds it embarrassing to be in a more vulnerable state rather than just spending time together or working together.

Jewelry Bonney

As long as you give her food; this woman will love you! I don’t want to say this is an easy out; but she appreciates it the most because you know how much she starves for food!

You don’t even have to be that good at cooking; it just melts her heart seeing you working hard on her behalf. She might offer to help, but you both know she will end up eating the ingredients rather than help-

Will offer you her favorite foods! This is her way of saying “Hey you’re important to me; look at how much I love you!”, first time it happened you and the crew thought she was sick-

Will take your love language into consideration! She gets that not everyone likes getting gifts and will go out of her way to show you your ways of love too!

#tsunderedoctor #my thoughts #one piece #one piece headcanons #donquixote doflamingo #kizaru #shachi one piece #buggy #nami #jewelry bonney

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writingsnmusings · 4 years ago

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Lover

pairing: captain syverson x reader

summary: your man is finally back home after months of being away and he can’t help but want to make things official. based off of taylor swift’s lover.

a/n: here’s the very requested part two! i hope i make you all happy with this follow up and the first part will be linked here. credit for the use of the name ‘logan’ goes to @littlefreya!

we could leave the christmas light up till january

this is our place, we make the rules

Excited wasn't even the word to describe how you were feeling. Logan’s flight was set to land at 11PM and of course you were just thirty minutes early. Sitting and pacing your living room as the clock ticked away wasn't doing you any good.

There weren’t many people in the airport, mostly employees and what looked like businessmen catching late/early flights. You shifted in your chair for the thousandth time and looked towards the arrival gate to see a crowd of men walking through.

All in various states of tiredness and army colored garb. You jumped from your chair as you spotted the one man you’ve been waiting seven months for. Logan caught your eye the moment you stepped into view. He adjusted the backpack on his shoulder as he weaved his way through the men, his eyes only on you.

Logan scooped you up and spun in a circle. You threw your arms around his neck and couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you. Happy tears, you promised. His large hands gripped your waist as he set you down and you two finally made eye contact.

“I kept my promise, I came back.” His voice sounded so different from the late night phone calls. No static or cutting out.

You nodded with tears in your eyes, “I never doubted you would.”

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

You don’t remember the drive, but you remembered that you stared at Syverson the entire time. He insisted on driving, saying he needed to drive his truck again. You couldn’t argue, you were just happy he was back in your sights.

The walk into the apartment was a mess; you two were stumbling for different reasons. Logan because you were clinging to him like a koala and you because you refused to let go of his waist. You didn’t want to not be touching him again.

“You kept the christmas tree up,” He mused, eyes lighting up at the green fir in the corner of the living room. “Christmas was three weeks ago.”

You felt yourself become shy under his gaze. You stood next to the tree and watched as he looked from you to the stack of gifts at your feet.

“Those for me?”

Nodding, you pointed to the couch before grabbing the wrapped presents and sitting next to him. “I couldn’t not buy you things. I knew you’d be home eventually to open them.”

A sad smile crossed his face as he spoke, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here then.”

“We don’t have to talk about that, c’mon,” You were desperate to change the subject as you put a large box in his hand.

i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue

It only took Logan Syverson a year and a half to bite the bullet and go buy a ring. A white gold pear-shaped 1 carat was burning a whole in his pocket the entire dinner.

“The nurses area was so unorganized I got a headache looking at it so I just-” You stopped your story when you noticed Logan nervously fidgeting with his napkin. “Baby, you alright?”

Logan’s head snapped up to you with wide eyes, “Huh?”

You giggled at his expression and repeated your question which only made him more visibly nervous. Aika picked her head up from her dog bed in the corner as if she could sense her owners emotions. The german shepard arrived at your door a few days after Logan came back, said she was his best girl back there and he needed to bring her home with him. Who were you to refuse such a cute face?

In the short time you looked at Aika, Logan had stood up and got down on one knee at your side. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you; your hand coming up to clutch your heart as he spoke those four words.

You couldn’t form words and only nodded as the wide grin spread across your mans face. “Yeah? That a yes?”

“Yes! Of course, yes!” You pushed yourself into his arms as he stood up himself. You two laughed when Aika jumped up and barked, seemingly understanding what just happened. The ring was slipped on your finger and it was a perfect fit.

Logan cupped your face and kissed you like his life depended on it. You didn’t know it at the time, but you just made him the happiest man on earth. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just hugged him; physical touch was both of your love languages and it couldn’t have worked out better.

“Guess we gotta start planning, huh?” Logan asked.

“We need to call your mom before we do anything else.” You were already making a mental list of who to call and text, planning your facebook announcement down to which pictures of the ring you’d take. Your thoughts were interrupted by Logan’s gruff voice.

“I love you, Y/N Syverson.” You could practically hear the smile he wore.

“I love you too, Captain.”

can we always be this close forever and ever?

#captain syverson imagine #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #my writings

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years ago

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mistletoe. {pt.1}

synopsis: A little joke on Giyuu, making gingerbread cookies with Edward and a date with Ryouta.

# tags: scenarios; christmas!au; current relationships; romance; fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. giyuu tomioka {kny} + edward elric {fma} + ryouta kise {knb}

part two {click}

author’s note: for @yvsevie, my precious smol baby. i love you.

— GIYUU

It was the first Christmas you spent as Pillar, as Giyuu’s girlfriend, and as teacher of your first and also last tsuguko. You didn’t mind spending Christmas like this; frankly, could anyone think of feasting at the moment when bloodthirsty demons and other strange creatures were running around each villages or towns? That’s why you spent your time training in your estate with a young boy who would replace your Ice Pillar position in a few next days, weeks, months or years.

“... We should take a short break, right?” You asked, seeing your successor breathing harder and harder. “I’ll go get something to drink and you can sit on the engawa.” You put your katana into its scabbard and then headed towards your home. However, when you entered the small kitchen, you chuckled at the sight of Giyuu who was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee as if he were at his own home. “Well, hello. Why didn’t you say ‘Hi’ to me earlier?” You asked, taking out two glasses.

“You were training, so I didn’t want to disturb both of you.” He replied calmly, setting the black mug on the wooden table. “Are you two finished yet?”

“We’re taking a break.” You poured cool water and then you stood in front of your dark-haired lover. “You would like to sit with us?”

“Yes, why not.” He smiled gently, then walked with you towards the entrance to the pretty, snowy garden.

When you got outside, however, your frowned as you determined that your heir wasn’t in the garden. Instead of his light blue haori and long blonde hair always pinned up in a ponytail, you noticed a little, white note. So, you picked it up quickly and read the content on the paper:

‘Sorry, sensei! I forgot that I had to help my mom bake a cake for Christmas! So see you tomorrow.

PS. Look up :D’

You frowned, and when you looked up at the wooden roof of your engawa, your cheeks automatically flushed a bit at the sight of a small sprig of mistletoe attached to a wooden beam with a thin string. Giyuu glanced at the same place, and seeing the little plant, he only smiled slightly under his breath.

“Your successor is quite funny, don’t you think?”

“Yes. It is true. He will replace me very well.” You giggled, letting your mouth taste the flavor of coffee and something sweet that you couldn’t identify at first.

Nevertheless, this little joke made you feel the magic of Christmas, despite the lack of a Christmas tree or gifts, and you were incredibly grateful to your beloved student for that.

— EDWARD

“... Edward! Stop throwing flour at me!” You looked imploringly at your fiancé, and he just giggled as he looked away at the huge, metal bowl in which he mixed hot water with powdered sugar to make frosting to decorate your cookies. You sighed softly under your breath, then returned to kneading another dough with your hands. After a while, however, you felt the white dust, commonly known as flour spread around you one more time. “E-Ed! Please!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“Do it again and I swear you’ll sleep naked outside.” You spoke in a serious tone of voice, even though both of you knew you would never let him freeze to death, much less during the holidays, even more the first holidays that were supposed to be full of guests.

Alphonse and Mei with the smol panda were to appear! Also Roy with Rize and dear major Armstrong. Of course, Winry with her boyfriend, her grandmother and their cute dog were also invited. Gracia with Elicia cannot be forgotten. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis too and even Ling Yao with Lan Fan as well. There were supposed to be many of your loved ones, so you had to make just as many food, cakes and cookies. And Edward didn’t make it easy for you, because instead of helping you, he was throwing flour, sugar, cocoa and edible, colorful sprinkles or glitter at you.

Like for example now; once again you felt something hit your head and it turned out it was a handkerchief, rolled in a small but quite hard ball. So, your hands slowly backed away, then you wiped them on your red apron and you turned just as slowly towards your boyfriend, smiling at him as if you were telling him you were going to break his neck or crush his long legs. Edward, however, only chuckled and then walked closer to you with the same dumb smile he always had on his lips when he knew he had done something silly but funny.

“Sweetheart, don’t be upset. Christmas isn’t the time to fight! Better look up, my pretty angel.�� His broad smirk made you sigh again loudly and loosen your tense arms. Nevertheless, you looked up and the first thing you saw was Edward’s hand holding a small twig of green mistletoe. You glanced at him again, laughing to yourself.

“How old are you to still play this?” You rolled your both eyes and was about to go back to your dark dough, but the blonde man grabbed your waist and pulled your body much closer to his more muscular one. He placed a tender, quite long kiss on your lips, and when the caress was over, Edward rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m old enough to still giving you stupid reasons to keep kissing me.”

— RYOUTA

“It’s... It’s so beautiful here.” You whispered under your breath as you looked around. “W-Woah. I...”

Kise took you for a ride in his car, however, two minutes ago he parked the car on the side of the road and then grabbed your smaller than his hand saying he had a little ‘surprise’ for you. Of course you went with him and it turned out to be a breathtaking view of the city, all lit up with colorful lights and sweet decorations. It was also snowing a bit so everything looked even more magical. You were incredibly surprised, of course most positively.

That’s why you turned to smile at the blonde-haired young man, and he only returned your facial expression, but then coughing delicately so that you would open the shiny eyes you closed a few seconds ago.

“You have a gorgeous smile and I love it the most in the world, but I think...” He started quietly, suddenly taking something green from his coat pocket. After a second it turned out to be mistletoe. You chuckled under your nose and your loved one looked at your flushed face again. “I think I deserve more, princess. All the more so because it’s Christmas day... You know.” He said in an amused, but still gentle and emotional voice, at which you only giggled again, standing on the tips of your toes or rather your shoes, to be able to reach his pretty face, and more precisely to his lips which tasted of coffee and chocolate-nut cake.

The kiss was slow, but very warm, and although your lips were cold due to the temperature outside, this peck gave the two of you a lot of heat on your hearts and cheeks. You even smirked during this wonderful caress, grabbing the boy by his soft, pale skin. The fabric of your wool gloves tickled Kise a little, but he didn’t pay much attention to it; instead, he kissed you once more, but this time on the nose that was red from the cold, and on the forehead, covered in the material of the cap, perfectly matching your gray gloves.

“... Thanks for showing me this, Ryouta. It’s really, really amazing.” You whispered, glancing once again at the colorful and white lights that decorated your whole city, including all the trees, buildings and houses. “I didn’t expect to see something like this in my life.”

“Then get used to it, because next year I’m going to take you to many other equally cool places.” The sincere tone of his smooth voice, and another short kiss on the cheek, made you cuddle closer to the side of his massive body.

In meantime, you still watched the magnificent sights and thought about where you both should go next time.

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linopetal · 3 years ago

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photograph. chapter one

pairing : na jaemin x reader

genre : angst , fluff , best friends to almost lovers , hanahaki disease au

word count : 5k

warnings : heavy cursing , mentions of blood , throwing up , dying , death

synopsis : so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans holding me closer 'til our eyes meet you won't ever be alone

note : this heavily based off of ed sheeran’s song photograph ! ( it will make more sense in the later chapters ! ). this is also based on jaemins love for photography since he is always taking pictures of the members !

one.

At nine years old , Jaemin was gifted his first camera by his mother on Christmas morning. His mother always saw the look inside his eyes when they landed on the nice and expensive cameras in the mall. He always found nature in itself so pretty. His mother decided that a white disposable camera would perfectly fit him for his Christmas present. “ Jaemin it’s time for you to open your gift “ , his mother said in a soft voice. He remembers anxiously running up to the colorfully light christmas tree and bending down to pick up a present with his name largely written over it in black ink . The wrapping paper had pretty white snowflakes and snowmen printed all over. Quickly grabbing the present , he ripped open the box only to reveal a camera. He remembers this warm and happy feeling flowing throughout him. Most children his age would want toys and things like that , but that was not Jaemin. He didn’t see what was so important about toys that you would soon get rid of once you found a new and cooler looking toy. Grabbing the white camera , he hugged his mom. “ Thank you Mom! This is my favorite gift “ , he said smiling.

At ten years old , Jaemin was taking pictures of different things he ran across of during his walks in the neighborhood park. He vividly remembers taking a walk in the near by park that was recently built in his neighborhood. He stumbled across this little pond. Jaemin was fond of animals. Whether it be a dog or a goose , it didn’t matter to him , he thought they were all such beautiful creatures. He quickly grabbed his camera out of his back pocket to take a picture of the ducks swimming in the pond before they swam off. Jaemin wrote on the palm of his hand , “ Pond. Nice spot for photos “ as a reminder to come back to that exact spot another time to take photos. He still had the same old disposable white camera that he was gifted one christmas ago.

two.

At fifteen years old , Jaemin had just entered the ninth grade. Jaemin was always a quiet student. He didn’t interact with many students. Though , Jaemin was popular amongst some because of his looks and nice personality , he preferred to stay out of the crowd. He never liked being the center of attention in any context. He was fine with his one and only friend , Renjun. Huang Renjun had been Jaemin’s best friend since the second grade. They had met during the first day of school. Jaemin’s mom had made him a small creeper necklace.

Renjun had notice it and engaged in a very long conversation with him about how Minecraft was the best game to ever exist. And since that day they were inseparable. Renjun was basically Jaemin’s brother. He was always invited to family events. It was the same for Renjun aswell. They did everything together. Jaemin was very appreciative of Renjun. He had never had a friend like him. They stuck together throughout elementary.

Jaemin had just moved to a new neighborhood. His mom had recently got promoted to a higher placement in the company she worked at so they had to move a little ways over to be closer to her job. Renjun’s parents worked at the same branch of the company that Jaemin’s parents worked at meaning that they both would still go to the same school.

During the first day of nineth grade , Jaemin had decided to take his new green disposable camera with him , which he bought with money he saved up from doing chores. He bought it with him for on his way back to his house from school. There was a pretty park and he just felt like he had to capture the beauty he felt it held.

Jaemin was intimidated easily by people , though he was careful with the emotions he showed. He was to busy placing his camera into his backpack to notice the visibly taller and scary looking guys approaching him “ Hey what is that in your hand ? “ , the middle one asked sarcastically. “ Uh uhm its just a uh camera “ , Jaemin said nervously. “ Oh well mind if I see it for a second ? “ , the middle one asked with a fake smile on his face. Jaemin got a weird feeling in his stomach yet he was scared to say no so he simply nodded and complied out if fear of the strong boy. As he place the green camera in the boy’s hand , he heard the two other boys chuckle. Jaemin had attempted to take the camera back out of his hand but he failed in his attempt. Right then and there the middle boy took the camera , threw it on then ground , stomp on it and broke it into pieces. He looked at Jaemin and said , “ Thats what you get for being weird camera boy “, he said. Jaemin was upset. He spent six months saving up money to afford that camera. All the photos he had taken and all the memories stored were simply gone. He held back his tears and then all of a sudden he heard yelling. “ You asshole , why would you do that ? Fuck you , there was no point in that. “ you said angrily. “ Hey, Y/N you better calm down now “ the middle boy said in a mad voice. “ Fuck no “ , you said as you slapped the boy. Jaemin was caught off guard. No one had stood up for him when things like this occurred. Renjun was too much of a coward to stand up , and Jaemin understood that. He watched as you walked up to him and asked him , “ Hey , are you okay? I’m so sorry Jihoon acted that way to you. I’m Y/N by the way. If you want, I could by you a new camera ? “ , you said to him in a worried yet sweet tone. Jaemin was embarrassed. Eyes were on him and you which made him feel weird. You had notice his sudden discomfort due to the people staring and you looked at them and glared. When they turned their heads around you looked back at him with a soft smile. He realized it had been a good 20 seconds and he hadn’t answered you yet. “ Oh uh I’m Jaemin. Thank you so much. You don’t have to buy me a camera. I can just save up some money to buy another one “ , He said. “ Oh no don’t worry. It’s no bother Jaemin! “ , you said in a soft tone. He liked the way you said his name. And ever since then ,you two became best friends.

About a week after the incident that occurred on the first day of school , you and Jaemin had miraculously became friends. In the spam of seven days you both managed to find out you both live right beside each other , you both love peaches , and you both have an addiction to horror movies. You were both practically made to be best friends. From that day on it was you , Renjun , and Jaemin. You all had became best friends. It was you three against the world. You couldn’t ask for better friends.

One day , Jaemin had just woken up on a Saturday morning to the sound of his doorbell ringing multiple times. He thought he was going to catch a headache. He was a little annoyed but his annoyance quickly disappeared when he opened the door to only see you. He smiled so widely while looking at you that he didn’t even notice the item in your hand. Your were so cute , how could he not ? As you walked inside his nice and comfy home , you handed him the small box in your hand. “ What is this Y/N ? “ , he asked. “ Just open it Jaemin , I’m positive you will love it “ , you said smiling. You had a nice smile , he thought. You had known each other for eight months now , why was he thinking such things ? He shook the thoughts away and slowly started to unwrap the box. A camera. No. It wasn’t just any camera , it was a real camera. Not a disposable camera , a real one. He was shocked that you spent so much money on this. But he was beyond happy. “ Y/N , you really didn’t have to you know ? “ he said , still in shock. “ I know but , I wanted to. You love photography and I thought it would be a nice appreciation gift. Plus , when we hung out here a month ago , your mom showed me all the photos you’ve taken. They’re beautiful Jaemin. It’s artwork. So I thought you deserve this kind of camera. “ , you said sweetly to him. Why were you so perfect ? And why were you the most kind hearted and selfless person he had ever met ? And why was he feeling things he had never before ? It was that moment he realized , he had liked you. He didn’t realize it then , but to put it simply , Jaemin was fucked. When he became conscious of how he felt , he only watched those feelings grow stronger.

three.

Junior year had now arose. During sophomore year he met Chenle , Jisung , and Dongyhuck who all became an addition to your now expanded friend group. Jaemin had met them during try outs for the soccer team. He had been acquaintances with Hyuck prior. They had both met in ninth grade biology but they all didn’t become close until sophomore year. You were all inseparable. Friday movie nights were a frequent thing. You loved hanging out with them. But recently, everyone besides you and Jeno , had notice a recent change in Jaemin’s behavior. It had all came about when the two new boys , Mark and Jeno , had transferred to your school the beginning of junior year ( which they quickly became an addition to your friend group ) . The boys didn’t understand why Jaemin always sent Jeno an envious look. Jeno and Jaemin had naturally hit it off when they first had met. Jeno felt understood by Jaemin and Jaemin felt the same exact way. But what Jeno and you failed to realize was that Jaemin slowly had become envious of him in these recent months. The rest of the boys didn’t want to pry on Jaemin because they , themselves , didn’t understand the underlying situation and potential problem. So , they had let it slide due to the well being of their friend group.

Donghyuck had invited the whole group to his house for the usual friday movie night. On Monday , Hyuck sent out a text to the ‘ barbie’s life in the dream house ‘ group chat ( name was Mark’s choice , of course ) the list of food needed and who was to buy what. Donghyuck was never one to care about relatively anything BUT when it came to food he was one specific human being.

“ Did you all get the EXACT food I told you too ? “ , Hyuck said with a raised eyebrow. “ Yes , Yes we did Donghyuck “ , Chenle said. “ And before you ask , I didn’t forget to buy you tteokbokki “ , Jaemin said. “ You’re my favorite Jaemin just so you know “ , Hyuck said , sending a finger heart Jaemin’s way.

When Jaemin saw you walk through the door , he couldn’t help the way his heart had begun to beat so incredibly fast. Jaemin was one to observe every detail of a person. He noticed every small to large detail about you in that moment and he admired it all. He wanted to rush to you and sit right beside you but he saw the way Jeno beat him to it. Jaemin let out a sigh which caused Renjun’s attention. “ Hey you okay Jaemin ? “ , Renjun asked Jaemin. “ Yea uh just stressed “ , he replied. Renjun only nodded , turning away to focus on Chenle who had a bunch of movies in his hands. But Jaemin attempted to move his eyes away from the flirtatious scene infront of him.

“ Hey Jaemin “ , mark said , pulling Jaemin out of his thoughts and trance , “ Did you bring your camera ? We should take a group photo right now like we always do ! “ , mark suggested and everyone cheered. The camera. The one you bought him. You. You. You. Always fucking you. Jaemin shook his heading and grabbed his camera , signaling everyone to gather around. Of course you were right beside Jeno. He pushed a painful feeling down his throat. He clicked the timer button and went to join the photo. After the photo was done he put the camera in his bag and sat beside Donghyuck. And you , of course you were by Jeno.

Chenle suddenly placed all the movies infront of him on the carpet. “ Okay , We need to choose what we are going to watch right ? “ , he said and everyone nodded. “ So that means , Close your eyes and when I call out a movie name , raise your hand if you want to watch it okay ? The movie with the most votes is what were are going to watch. “ , Chenle explained. “ Since when were you so bossy Mr. Zhong Chenle ? “ Jeno jokingly asked. And there it was , your beautiful giggle. But again , was it for Jaemin , was it directed towards Jaemin because of something funny he said ? No. Never was it. It was for Jeno as always. Jaemin felt something poking at his throat. Ouch. It hurt but he tried to suppress the pain in order to focus on picking a movie.

“ Okay close your eyes everyone “ , Chenle ordered. “ Zootopia “ “ Rio 2 “ “ The Nun “ “Chucky “ , Chenle named out. “ Okay open now. We have the movie! “ , Chenle announced. “ What is it ? Tell me Tell me “ , you said in the softest voice ever. Jaemin suddenly wanted everything to stop. “ Chucky!” , Chenle said . “ Yay! “ , you cheered , Jeno smiled that perfect eye smile of his , and hugged your arm. This wasn’t good , Jaemin thought. He then felt a pain in his throat and motioned to the others that he was going to the bathroom and would be right back. What is this pain ? It hurt so damn much as if he was going to throw up something unusual.

He was right. Very unusual. Terrifying. Fucking scary. He felt like he was going to faint. Petals. Fucking petals. He threw up goddamn petals. Not just any petals. They were pink carnations. Fucking hell. Jaemin memorized many meanings of flowers. He always thought flowers were beautiful. He loved the fact that each of them had their on individual meaning and significance. But pink carnations, they symbolized “ I’ll never forget you “. Jaemin couldn’t stop freaking out. His hands had begun to uncontrollably shake once he realized what was happening. Hanahaki disease. Fucking hanahaki disease. He hoped this wasn’t it. He really hoped. He tried to pick up his phone and look up what was happening. And damnit , it fucking was hanahaki disease. A disease where a person falls in deep love with someone but the person that their inlove with doesn’t return their feelings so they start throwing up the petals of the favorite flower of the person their inlove with. And if they end up never returning the feelings , you die. A flower will form in your throat causing the thorns to kill you. But there is always chance that they might love you back , a very small chance. And he was throwing up pink carnations. How fucking relevant.

Jaemin quickly realized that if he didn’t clean up the bathroom quick and go back to the living room , they are all going to start worrying. But he knew he couldn’t stay. It hadn’t fully hit him that he was going to possibly die soon , but he was aware and there was no way in hell way he going to go back there and quicken the process. He quickly ran out the door to the living room and attempted to give some shitty ass excuse to get the hell out of there before something bad happens.

“ Hey guys , I just don’t feel well. I think I am just going to go home and get some rest “ , He said apologetically. “ Oh bye Jaemin! I love you “ you said smiling. That hurt. It hurt so much but he bottled it all up. “ Yea we love you! Get home safe “ , Jeno said waving bye with the other boys. That hurt worse.

Why was the world so unfair to Jaemin ? Why was the world such a shitty and unfortunate place ? And why did Jaemin have to live on a time limit ? Jaemin couldn’t do this. Three years of his life he has spent liking you and now he finds out he is going to die because of it ? How much more shitty could life possibly get ?

The sky wasn’t completely dark. There was enough light to take photos. Photography was his forever safety. He grabbed his camera and took pictures of every beautiful thing he could find. But you were the most beautiful thing of all. Yet he couldn’t obtain you. He could only imagine you both in an alternative universe.

He suddenly remembered all the photos he took of you on this camera when you both hung out. He sighed , “ What am I going to do “.

Jaemin didn’t even realize then , life could get even more shitty than it already was.

four.

A month had passed. All weekend long , Jaemin was restless. At this point , he could say he was officially sleep deprived. His mind was filled with you. Of all things it had to be you , always. But Jaemin knew it was not the same for you. He could see the platonic love you held for him in your eyes.

Jaemin was dreading Monday. School in general felt like a waste of time , but you being there made the petals in his throat grow.

Throughout the weekend he realized how the petals gradually got worse. On Saturday you had asked him to facetime you so he could help you pick out an outfit for dinner with your family. Of course Jaemin agreed but seeing you look so effortlessly beautiful just increased the pain in his chest. But by Sunday it was not as painful. He spent the whole day off of his phone trying to avoid you. But Monday rolled around and he was not prepared. When was he ever ?

“ Jaemin wake up you have school in 30 minutes! “ , his mom yelled across the house. “ I’m getting dressed mom “ , he yelled back. He quickly threw on a simple and comfy outfit. He ran to the kitchen , grabbing a quick breakfast then headed straight to his vehicle to get to school. The whole way there he could feel his phone vibrating with messages which he assumed were from the group chat.

After he arrived at school he took out his phone and read the messages.

y/n 🌺 : hey !! do you guys want to go for boba later this week ??

ducky : yes madam 😏⁉️

markie mark : YES ?? OFC ?? 🙃

He turned off his phone , finding the conversation irrelevant in the moment , and headed to his first class , algebra. Jaemin wasn’t as fond of math as he was of other subjects. It quite frankly frustrated him. He never seemed to guess the answers correctly , though he was thankful to be passing the class ( thanks to Chenle’s help of course ). Jaemin was fond of art. Primarily because photography was incorporated into art and he was able to portray his talent in there. He counted down the class periods he had up until art class. 2. Two more classes left until art.

When English and History had passed , he made his way to the art classroom . During the day , he managed to speak to you and the other guys a little but he seemed off to them. But Jaemin was not the type to give in even if people keep on bothering him with questions, so they gave up. But Renjun was slowly catching on to something. Why would he ever let this odd behavior be unattended to ? This is his best friend after all , but he didn’t want to bother so quickly yet.

Jaemin loved and hate art class in this moment. The pros were that he got to pursue something he loves and be transparently himself. But the main con was , you shared this class together.

“ Hey Jaemin! “ , you said happily. “ Oh hi Y/N “ , he said nervously. You frowned at his sudden awkward behavior but let it go when the teacher walked in.

He could feel a petal threatening to be coughed up but it took all his power stored in his body to shoved it back down.

“ Good after noon class! Today I have assigned you all with a task. This project is due within 2 weeks time. Last month , if you remember , you all took a vote on what your next big project will be based around. The results were photography! I discussed with some of my colleagues that are photographers what would be best to have this project be on. We decided each of you will be assigned a partner. You and your partner will be give a specific theme. This will count as an exam grade , Understood ? “ , she concluded and everyone nodded. Jaemin was beyond happy to be given such a project.

Mrs. Choi , the art teacher , was going around the class calling out who was paired with who and what their theme was. She gradually made her way to you snd Jaemin’s seat , you both so happened to sit right beside each other. How ironic.

“ I have decided to pair you to together for this project. You both seem to work together very well and accomplish tasks extremely well. Your theme is beauty found within each other. I suggest finding a landscape which best suits you both individually as that can help you find what beauty is stored within you. Try your best to portray what you both think is beautiful in each other while incorporating a landscape which suits you both! “ , she said. “ Good luck!”

Funny thing is , Jaemin had already made a mental note a long time ago of every thing about you that was beautiful. He already knew what best suited you. He could name everything about you and tell you how it was so incredible to him.

Could you do the same ? Jaemin had already been aware of the answer to that question since he became aware of his own feelings towards you. His thoughts were so incredibly crowded that the only thing that broke his inner voice was the petals that were about to arise because of the overwhelming feeling of love for you pumping throughout his chest.

“ I’m going to go to the bathroom right quick. “ , he said. You only nodded , watching him rush out of the classroom quickly.

He tried his best to maneuver through the halls as fast as he could without drawing any attention. Luckily , when he reached the bathroom , no one besides him was present. He began throwing up the petals that were grown inside of his chest. He hated this life.

Jaemin had already walked back to the classroom after five minutes. Only a few minutes after arriving to the classroom , the lunch bell had rang.

“ Hey , Jaemin just text me when you are free next week so we start on this project , okay ? I am so excited ! “ , you announced.

Jaemin didn’t go to lunch. Instead he sat in the bathroom waiting for the last bell to ring.

Thursday had came around the corner fast. You had been blowing up his phone with messages for him not to miss the gathering at the local boba shop or he would ‘ get the boot ‘.

Jaemin quickly grabbed his grey hoodie you bought him , how ironic again , and headed out the door.

Upon arriving at the boba shop , he couldn’t help but notice through the clear glass window how you and Jeno were so close , flirting even. His heart ached even more but he pushed it aside and decided to put on a mask and walk in.

“ Oh Jaemin ! You are here , finally. “ , Jeno said hugging Jaemin. “ Yeah sorry I am a little late. My mom needed help with some yard work “ , he said. lie. Jaemin was extremely hesitant about coming. Why would he want to ? It hurt too much , but he did it for you.

One hour had passed and all Jaemin did was here Marks stupid jokes and about how Donghyuck had “ accidentally “ thrown Jisung’s ipad into a wishing well one summer vacation. And oh , let’s not forget you laughing at Jeno’s horrible jokes. They weren’t even that funny , he thought.

And then he saw it. He heard Jeno whisper , “ If you kiss me on the cheek , I will buy you some more boba!! “ , to you , while smiling. And then you had kissed him on the cheek.

It was immature for Jaemin to feel upset , but he justified his emotions by the fact he felt a petal about to come out. He again , like always , motioned that he was going to the bathroom.

And again there was a petal from a pink carnation. How fucking nice. Needless to say , Jaemin got out of there with an excuse before he could near his death more.

He didn’t bother showing up for the weekly Friday movie night. But no one asked questions. He felt alone , yet again. But who could he tell his tragic ending to ? It only felt as if it would make worse of his situation.

About a week passed and it was Wednesday. About this time last week you had arranged for you and Jaemin to meet up and the park at around 4pm for this art project. You both were equally excited , maybe Jaemin even more. He just couldn’t express it.

By the time he arrived , he saw you were already there , playing with the ducks. He took this opportunity to capture a picture of you in this moment. You were so beautiful , he thought.

Once you felt a presence behind you , you turned around but softened your gaze once your recognized it was him.

“ Oh hi! Are you ready to start ? “ , you asked.

“ Oh yeah of course ! While you were playing with the ducks , I took a photo of you. It fits you. Maybe we could use it ? “ , he shyly said.

“ Let me see Nana! “ , you said excitedly. His heart was about to fucking burst. “ Oh okay here “ , he showed his camera your way.

“ It’s so good ? You truly have a way with cameras. Okay now take some more of me over here by the pond! “ , you stated. He aimed his camera at you , clicking the button. You were perfect.

“ Nana let me take some of you! “ , you said , reaching out your hands to grab the camera. “ Okay “ , he replied while walking to a tree and posing. click. You smiled at the photos you had taken while handing him the camera back.

Two hours had passed and he could feel that this was about to come to an end today , just not in the way he had anticipated.

Your phone had started ringing and he could see a certain realization had hit you. You quickly picked it up and hung about after about a minute.

“ Oh that was Jeno. He called me to remind me of our date tonight. I am really excited! But unfortunately I need to head home to get ready. Good night ! Don’t forget to send me those pictures of you for the project ! Bye bye , Love you Nana “ , you said apologizing while waving bye. He couldn’t make out words. He was caught off guard. He zoned out for a second and then realized you were gone.

All these emotions had hit him. He didn’t know how to process. You were going out with Jeno. Not Jaemin , Jeno. Fucking Jeno. Why him ?

Jaemin felt everything crash down. He couldn’t breathe probably. Petals were threatening to come out and he couldn’t help but hide behind a tree in the dark while letting them come out. He was so hopeless. He had no idea how much he had left. Why was the world so cruel to Jaemin ? What had he done to deserve such a fate ? Why suddenly did he have to live on a time limit ? He thought again it couldn’t get worse.

Yet he was always proved wrong at this thought.

Out of nowhere , Renjun appeared and said , “ Jaemin ? Is that you ? Are you okay ? “.

In fact it got worse. He was fucked, big time.

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 1

Christmas morning finds Ashton and Y/N reminiscing about their very first holiday together – with both of their flights cancelled the strangers make the hasty decision to rent a room until they can leave for their own destinations. The pair soon finds out that there’s much more than they’ve bargained for when there’s only one bed in their hotel room. story masterlist. | masterlist. word count: 4492 words tags/warnings: past: missed flights. some swearing. slow burn flirting. room sharing. “there’s only one bed”. & present: dad!Ashton. fem!mom!reader. married fluff with kids and a dog. Christmas morning cuteness. tooth rotting fluff. nostalgia.

Ashton wasn’t sure what woke him so early in the morning – it definitely wasn’t Tyler bouncing on the bed with Bailey hot on his heels, barking from the door because he knew he wasn’t allowed in the master bedroom. And it wasn’t Henry either because he would have been already up if he heard his younger son crying for one of you. He found that the house was dark and quiet, and that his back was cold even though the sheets were wrapped around his body the way he liked them. He squinted an eye at the clock on his nightstand, the green digits showing 4.38 AM, slowly ticking towards Christmas morning.

He reached backwards, fingers looking for the body that was never too far away, wanting to wrap his arm around his lover and go back to sleep. But the bed was empty, the sheets almost cold where he grasped them, and he sleepily turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. Propping himself up on his elbow Ashton looked around the room, searching for any sign where you could be, and when finding none he kicked off his blankets, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor to look for you.

There were no sounds coming from the closet or the bathroom so he checked the guest bedroom where he usually found you curled up in bed with the boys and Bailey for an afternoon nap. A smile pulled at his lips as he saw his sons sleeping soundly in the big bed with the dog keeping them company, guarding their dreams. Ashton still remembered the day he brought home the puppy as a gift to you, just a month before finding out that you were pregnant with Tyler. For a while he wasn’t sure that keeping the dog was a good idea, especially as he grew bigger by the day and with Tyler’s due date drawing closer he needed to realize that he was scared how Bailey would react to the new addition to the family.

But Bailey was in love with his new little owner from the moment you brought him home from the hospital, and the two of them were inseparable to the point that you let go of all the previously set rules and let him climb up on the sofa to curl around the little boy while he slept. When Henry was born you let Tyler introduce his brother and the dog to each other, ready for every possible outcome, and happily finding out that Bailey loved the new baby just as much as he loved Tyler.

Ashton stepped closer, tucking the sheets back around his sons, lightly chuckling as Bailey snored next to the sleeping boys. Tyler begged you to let them all sleep together in the guest bedroom since it was Christmas and neither of you could say no to him as he hugged the dog’s neck, both of them giving you puppy eyes and an all too familiar pout that Ashton was sure was your genetics. Henry fell asleep during the first five minutes of your bedtime story, and Tyler wasn’t far behind as he clutched his favourite stuffed animal with Bailey snuggled behind him. With the boys sleeping it was time to put all the presents under the tree and stuff the stockings you hung over the fireplace, both of you giggling as you shared the cookie and milk left for Santa. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, and Ashton buried his face in your hair, mumbling one last ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes.

He made his way back to the hallway and down the stairs, ready to look for you in the living room or the kitchen. The lights were already up on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room, and another smile pulled at his lips as he finally found you snuggled up in front of the window, a big fluffy blanket wrapped around your legs with an empty mug sitting on your lap. When you heard his footsteps you looked up at Ashton, smiling back at him as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“There you are,” his voice was slightly scratchy, still heavy with sleep, and he nuzzled his nose against your skin, smearing a kiss on your lips. “Was scared Santa took you because I was a naughty boy this year.”

“I like a naughty boy,” you giggled, kissing his pouty lips, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his head. “Just wanted a little peace and quiet before the boys wake up. I love them, but they are little firecrackers.”

“Wonder where they’ve got it from,” Ashton grinned, knocking his forehead against yours. “Can I join you?”

“Only if you bring me more hot chocolate,” you tapped a finger against your empty mug, making Ashton chuckle.

“Of course, hot mama,” he blew a raspberry on your cheek before going to the kitchen, your giggles making his heart skip a beat.

He busied himself with making hot chocolate for the both of you, his eyes meeting yours every now and then, sharing smiles and winks as he put an extra dose of marshmallows into your mug and a little more whipped cream than necessary on top of his own – after all, it was Christmas. You held onto both mugs as he settled behind you, legs bracketing you in, pulling another blanket around his shoulders as you snuggled up together. Ashton rested his chin on top of your head, taking small sips of his drink as he held you close, enjoying the quiet moment he got to spend with you.

“Remember London?” Ashton asked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, knowing all too well that you could never forget about London.

“I kinda miss the snow, you know,” you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him. “Makes me wish the kids could have a white Christmas.”

“I think we could take a trip next year. Maybe not London, but definitely somewhere where there is snow.”

“Yeah, I would like that,” you reached for his free hand, fingers tangling together in your lap, and you felt Ashton’s ring knock against your own, making you smile.

“I would miss a thousand flights for you,” he whispered against your temple, pressing a kiss onto your hairline while squeezing your hand.

“We both know you did not miss your flight, Ash,” you gave him a cheeky smile while tapping his nose, making him scrunch up his face in a giggle. “But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Thank God for snowstorms, right?”

*****

“You’ve got to be shitting me!”

Your eyes lifted from the book you were reading, trying to kill your time while you waited for news about your delayed flight. The terminal was packed with confused and irritated people, all of them wanting to get real information why the planes weren’t landing or taking off. The guy sitting from across you mumbled another curse as he listened to the woman talking on the loudspeaker, announcing that the flight to Sydney will be delayed for another two hours or so. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tapped his phone, rapidly texting someone before pocketing it again, legs bouncing nervously. You knew the feeling all too well – your plane back to Los Angeles has been delayed three times already, and deep down you were ready to spend the night at the terminal, curled up in a plastic chair; you already knew you won’t make it back home on time.

Another 30 minutes passed before the announcements finally came – one after the other flights got cancelled because of a snowstorm hitting London. The crew worked hard to at least help the planes land, but you caught word that there won’t be any take offs for the next few days. You still held onto the little bit of hope you had that your trip back home will happen; they did not say anything about cancelling your flight yet. Your handsome stranger wasn’t so lucky – as they started listing off another set of cancelled flights he realized that the one to Sydney won’t be taking off, making him kick his chair as he scrambled for his phone again.

He paced the floor in front of you as he called one person after the other, quickly going to the front desk for more information before coming back and continuing his phone calls. You kept an eye on his things while you’ve read just to be sure he doesn’t come back to missing bags and another misfortune to deal with. A series of colourful curses caught your attention as he plopped down in a chair, pushing the button on his phone and trying to make it work, and you were sure he was seconds away from throwing it to the floor.

“You wanna borrow mine?” you found yourself asking, and his head snapped up, blinking at you. “Or if you need a charger I can give you one.”

“Uhm– yeah. A charger would be great, thanks,” he closed his fingers around the phone before standing up and stepping to you, and you reached into your bag to hand it to him. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you gave him a smile, nodding to the wall behind you. “You can plug it in here. I don’t mind.”

He mumbled another quick ‘thank you’ before plugging in his phone, and as he waited for it to switch back on he brought over his bags, settling down next to you. Another set of phone calls were made, apologies spilling out of him as he tried to let everyone know that he will be a few days late, don’t worry about him, he will figure this out, he just won’t be home for Christmas.

“Still hoping that plane will take you to Sydney?” you rested your head back against the wall when he finished yet another call. “Or are you planning on set up camp here for the next 3 days?”

“You don’t seem like someone who plans on leaving either. So where’s gonna be your tent?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, making you chuckle.

“They did not cancel my flight. Yet,” you added, knowing that it was a possibility that you have to spend the next few days here.

There was static coming from the loudspeaker again, making everyone turn quiet as the woman from before announced that unfortunately the weather was so bad that all flights got cancelled for the next few days. You looked back at your stranger who gave you a knowing look, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you over all of this.”

“That my name is Y/N.”

“Ashton,” he held out his hand and you shook it, both of you holding onto the other just a little longer than it was necessary. “Should we set up camp now?”

*****

“Whose clever idea was it to rent a room and share it?” you scooped a melted marshmallow onto your spoon, holding it up to Ashton’s mouth.

“Probably mine,” he mumbled around the sticky sweetness, licking the rest off the spoon. “Not that you objected.”

“I really didn’t want to sleep at the airport,” the confession wasn’t anything new, but still to this day it made you blush. “I just wanted a shower and a few hours of sleep.”

“And you ended up with a bed full of me,” grinning Ashton pressed a series of kisses along your cheek, nuzzling close to you and rubbing his scruffy chin against your skin, making you laugh. “Shh, don’t wake the kids!”

*****

“Are you sure about it?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here.”

There was much less commotion now that people started to accept the fact that the snowstorm over London was no joke and that all flights were cancelled. You’ve spent another two hours sitting in your chairs with Ashton, talking about whatever came to mind as you waited for things to calm down, contemplating your options. He offered to buy you a warm drink and both of you moved to the Starbucks that was mostly empty now, your little corner secluded and quiet in the place that never seemed to stop.

He was scrolling through his phone for a long time before finally looking up at you, and you rubbed your eyes, trying to stay awake. Your plans originally included a long nap on the plane, followed by another 12 hours of rest to sleep off your jetlag. Cancelled plane rides and being stuck in London wasn’t on your list, yet here you were, drinking hot chocolate with a stranger who was just as lost as you were.

“I’ve found a hotel room nearby,” Ashton announced, pushing his foot against yours under the table. “We could split and stay until we can both travel home.”

“You don’t even know me,” you rested your chin in your hand, playing with your empty paper cup. “I don’t know you. Sharing a room sounds like a crazy idea.”

“What I know is that you’re about to fall asleep right at this table, and that I don’t plan on staying here for 3 days if I can help it. I also don’t plan on leaving you here since you were really nice to me and I could use the company,” Ashton shrugged his shoulder, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “And… it’s Christmas. No one should be alone.”

“So you don’t think I’m a crazy fan trying to take advantage of you?” you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling and kicking your foot against his, making him huff out a laugh.

“Geez, you’re so weird,” he shook his head. “You couldn’t even remember the band’s name even after I’ve told you it five times. Five times, Y/N!”

“You’ve also told me it was 500 Years of Winter and made me listen to a song that was called Pizza.”

“That look on your face was priceless,” his smile was wide, making dimples appear on his cheeks, and you needed to remind yourself to start breathing again.

“Are you sure about it?” you stirred the conversation back to the topic, biting your bottom lip. “Do you really want to share a room with me?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here,” he took both empty cups to throw them away, holding his hand out to you in invitation. “So – are you coming?”

“You know… I could really use a shower,” you slipped your hand in his, letting him help you up.

Something caught both of your attention, eyes meeting before slowly looking up above you, finding a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, placed perfectly over the table you’ve shared. His eyes were hazel with green and gold flecks, and you’ve realized you were staring at him for longer than you should have. Ashton’s lips were slightly parted, teeth sinking into the bottom one before quickly licking over it, another blush colouring his cheeks. A moment passed, and you both let out an awkward chuckle, stepping away from the table, mumbling about silly holiday traditions. But it was too late – the spark was already there.

*****

“I really wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe,” Ashton wrapped both arms around you, and you burrowed against his chest, head resting over his heart.

“I wanted you to kiss me,” you pressed your lips against his throat, following the line of his shirt to the back of his neck, turning so you could straddle his thighs. “I remember getting lost in your eyes.”

Your fingers played with the short curls at the nape of his neck, foreheads knocked together as you stared into each other’s eyes. Ashton tilted his head forward, brushing his lips against yours in an almost kiss, tongue poking out to lick the corner of your mouth. You both giggled and Ashton curled his palms around your jaw, pulling you in for a real kiss, one that took both your breaths away.

“I wonder if you would have tasted like this back then,” he mumbled against your lips, voice full of longing and nostalgia.

“You’ve bought me a hot chocolate, so I would like to think so,” you pecked his nose, brushing the stray curls back from his forehead. “I wonder if you’ve looked for mistletoes after our missed chance.”

“I was ready to drag you under one for a kiss,” Ashton squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer to himself. “But I guess we didn’t need one in the end.”

*****

“Hey, I’ve called ahead to reserve a room for two,” Ashton lightly tapped his fingers against the counter, smiling at the girl behind the desk. “Under Fletcher Irwin.”

The lobby was heavily decorated with Christmas ornaments and sparkly garlands, and you could see a tall Christmas tree behind a set of glass double doors, probably leading to the other side of the hotel and the restaurant. You felt slightly overwhelmed by the place and the fact that you’re gonna spend the next few days here with a man you barely know, but you’ve tried to tell yourself that this was an unexpected emergency case, and anything was better than sleeping at the airport. Ashton said something and the girl giggled before looking at you, a knowing smile spreading across her face as she handed the keys to him, wishing the both of you a pleasant stay at the hotel.

Ashton stepped back next to you to grab both of your heavy bags and suitcases, ushering you towards the elevator. The ride up to the 7th floor was quickly over, and you dragged your stuff to the room at the end, ready to drop for the night. Ashton opened the door for you, letting you go in first.

“They’re sending up some dinner in half an hour,” he said as he closed the door, locking it behind his back. “In case you’re hungry.”

“If I can stay up that long then I’m sure gonna appreciate it,” you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“Come, let’s settle down and then you can shower first,” he tugged off his jacket, moving behind you to help you with your own coat. “Here, let me help you.”

“You’re way too nice to me,” you chuckled, giving him a pointed look. “I’m onto you.”

“My Mom taught me manners,” he rolled his eyes with a chuckle of his own, hanging up your coats before kicking off his shoes. “It’s just who I am.”

“I’m sure she’s proud of you,” there was a bashful smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, and to take the attention off of him he nodded towards the bedroom. “Let’s check that out, shall we?”

You turned around and stepped into the dark room, fingers fumbling for the light switch. When you’ve found it you flicked it on, making the room light up. You felt a blush heat your cheeks as your eyes looked around the room, biting your lip in the process.

“Uhm– Ashton?”

“Yeah? What’s that?” he stepped next to you and you saw the moment realization hit him as well.

“There’s only one bed.”

*****

“Do you think we were set up?” your forehead rested on his shoulder, fingers drawing over the lines on his palm, and you felt Ash push his cheek against the top of your head, humming slightly.

“You still think the girl at the front desk did it?” his other hand settled on your waist, drawing the same patterns on your skin.

“Maybe,” you chuckled, tangling your fingers together. “Maybe not. But I do remember you asking for separate beds. Twice.”

“I did tell you I was okay with sleeping on the couch,” Ashton moved so he could pull your interlocked hands to his lips, kissing over your knuckles and your ring. “More than two times.”

“I just didn’t think it would be fair, you know?” you still played with his fingers, giving him a pout. “You offered me that we could share a room, so making you sleep on the couch after that… no, I couldn’t do it.”

“Y/N…” Ashton nudged his nose against yours, tilting your chin up to press his lips to your lips, whispering against them. “Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

*****

There were phone calls made down to the front desk, but it was clear that they couldn’t do anything about the situation – all the other rooms were full already. You pulled your legs under yourself on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest as Ashton asked once again if they were sure, but as he finished the call you knew he did not succeed.

“Look, it’s… it’s fine,” you’ve tried to break the sudden tension between you two, not wanting to spend the next few days awkwardly stepping around each other. “The bed’s big enough, I’m sure we can figure this out.”

“No, look, I– I’ve promised you your own bed, and I’m gonna keep my promise,” Ashton ran his fingers through his hair, giving you a forced smile. “I’m just gonna sleep on the couch. I’ve done it a hundred times before, it’s nothing new.”

“I’m not sure I like this idea,” Ashton quirked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged your shoulder. “My Mom also taught me manners and told me to share what I have with those who have less than me.”

“Trust me, it’s no trouble at all,” he shook his head, standing up when there was a knock on the door. “It’s probably our dinner, I’ll go get it.”

While you ate your food you’ve tried a few more times to make Ashton change his mind, but he brushed off your offers even though you could sense a small crack in his armour when you gave him a pout. He made a joke about how you should stop with the puppy dog eyes, and you were quickly back to teasing each other like the discussion about your sleeping arrangements didn’t happen at all.

An hour later you were out of the bathroom, freshly showered and feeling like a brand new person. Ashton was lounging on the couch, getting used to his bed for the next few days; he gave you a smile when you passed him, eyes lingering on your form just a second too long before going back to his phone. You pretended that you did not just blush under his gaze as you pulled the robe tightly around your body.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed now,” you leaned against the doorframe as he looked up at you again. “I see you’ve already taken your side of the bed to the couch.”

“I promise you I’ll be fine,” he chuckled, sitting up. “Stop worrying about me.”

“Are you really sure…?”

“I’m sure, trust me.”

“Alright,” you held his gaze for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor. “Good night, Ashton.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You could feel his eyes on your back as you closed the door, almost turning back around to ask him one more time. You heard as he was moving around in the small living room, probably setting up his makeshift bed before going to the bathroom to shower. With the blanket pulled up to your chin you listened to Ashton’s sounds, letting them slowly lull you to sleep.

But your rest didn’t last long as you found your eyes opening in an hour or two, trying to work out where you really were. Then it all came back to you – the delayed and cancelled flights, your handsome stranger and how he bought you coffee and offered you to stay in a hotel room together. How there was only one bed and how Ashton promised you that he was absolutely okay with sleeping out on the couch. You could hear a slight bit of moving coming from the living room, quiet snores breaking the silence around you. Another moment passed and you slipped out of bed, opening the door and looking out into the next room.

Ashton was sprawled out on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes, a leg hanging off to the side as he slept. It didn’t look comfortable at all, and without thinking twice about it you slowly moved to the couch, crouching down next to him on the floor. You felt your heart beating in your ears, your throat working around silent words as you tried to speak them. A finger brushed against his forearm, stroking over tattoos you didn’t know were there, and he moved his arm above his head, burrowing against his pillow.

“Ashton,” your voice was only a whisper, knuckles lightly running down his arm again, slowly moving to his forehead to brush the hair back from his face. He hummed in his sleep, leaning into your touch before his eyes fluttered open.

“What’s wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes to wake up a bit more.

“No, nothing, I just– just come to bed, please,” your hands fell into your lap, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt as Ashton propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’ve thought we were over this,” his fingers ran through his hair, a confused expression on his face.

“I know and I’m sorry, but please understand that my conscious won’t let me sleep until you’re out here on the couch,” you were well-aware of the pout on your lips, the one that seemed to work on Ashton, and he let out a sigh. “The bed is big enough for two. We can sleep on the two ends, I really don’t mind.”

“Only because my back is killing me,” he finally sat up, moving his neck and shoulders to work out some kinks in it. “Alright, lead the way.”

He pulled the blanket around his shoulders while you grabbed the pillows from the couch, shuffling back to the bedroom with Ashton following you. You moved your bedding to the far side of the bed, piling his pillows onto his side before sliding back under your sheets. Ashton climbed up next to you, quickly finding a comfortable position for himself as he buried his face in his pillow.

“Will you be able to sleep now?” he yawned, smacking his lips as he burrowed into his blankets.

“Mmhh, yeah. Good night, Ashton,” you turned so your back was facing him, and you heard him do the same.

“Night-night,” he whispered, probably already falling back to sleep, and you closed your eyes, trying to do the same. He shuffled around a bit, lightly jolting the mattress until he settled down then a moment later you heard him mumbling. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

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verobatto · 4 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CIII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Two Worlds. Two Hearts. (Part I)

(13x17/13x18/13x19)

Hello everyone! This meta is gonna have three parts, but one central topic: the ultimate lovers separation. I will detail in here how these two episode were foreshadowing 15x18. Is gonna be one meta per episode, so I hope you like it.

So, let's start...

Feeding grace parallels

Episode 13x17 speaks about an angsty 'Lovers Separation'.

The episode starts with our cute Dean being a goof, because he is feeling so happy, even with his mom kidnapped in another AU, and do you know why? Because Cas is back. And because he's in love with Castiel.

Sam and Dean are searching for the Seal of Solomon, is a reference to a gift given by god to Solomon, the seal contained the tentatram to protect and defeat demons. But, as a divine mention, is talking about the incoming introduction of Chuck in season 14.

Another symbolism of god and divine is the Seventh Division. Number seven represents Perfection and it's related to God.

A couple of nasty parallels we are having with Anael/Luci sharing grace, but also, we have Asmodeus feeding with Gabe, that reminds us Crowley feeding with human blood, or Cas feeding with grace or Sam feeding with demon blood. Anyway, the thing is Asmodeus feeding with Gabe's grace leads him to addiction, just like Sam and Crowley.

Destiel Mirrors

We are in Krispy's Dinner now, we have one waitress named Amy (dressed in red) and one young man named Buck, the cotumer, dressed in blue (hello Destiel mirror).

BUCK: Amy.

AMY: Hey, Buck. Have you decided what you want?

BUCK: Yeah. I’d like to try something different.

JOANNE: Poor Buck. He comes in here bird-dogging after Amy and she won’t give him a simple yes or no.

OMG this is so sad and hilarious at the same time. Related with Castiel answering about a propose to be alive again and Dean giving him the SOLFIER SPEECH like... Okay, Cas is patient and he comes back to Dean everytime, but Dean is always repressing his true feelings and words.

To point with remarkable transcendence Castiel's death and Dean's traumatic mourn at the beginning of season 13, we will have one of the attackers dying in front of the Dean in the same way Castiel died. Stabbed from behind, in the back, with the sharp knife showing off from his chest.

And a quick shot from the camera showing us Dean's terrorized eyes, recalling his trauma.

Now, jumping to the Central scene, Dean is kidnapped by the interdimensional monster using a human vessel, Sandy.

He is kidnapped to use him a a vessel for her lover another monster.

Again, the concept of Dean becoming a vessel, foreshadowing AUMichael's possession.

Sandy's story about how she was separated from her lover is a foreshadow for the ultimate lovers separation in episode 15x18.

YOKOTH: I mean us. It was supposed to be us. Glythur and I, together. But my love…they shut the rift before he could make it through.

DEAN (with maximum sarcasm) Oh my God. That's tragic. It's like a Hallmark movie. But with tentacles.

Gif set credit @inacatastrophicmind

This lovers separation through the rift, leaving one in this world and the other in another different deme soon is what will happen with Castiel and Dean in episode 15x18. They supposed to be together but they were separated at the end.

Also, the reference to tentacles again is linked to Dean's fantasies and bisexuality. Remember how Jessica the reaper, said Dean has anime about tentacles. Hehehe.

The scene in which Dean is gagged preannounces his future possesion and how he will fell. Also all the tentacles of the male monster trying to posses him i also a foreshadow of Michaelm. And the pornographic alusión, is related with his bi self. 🙈😅

The trauma of losing Castiel is so big in Dean's mind that he decides to rush his travel into the AU world not waiting for Castiel to return, and not even calling him to tell him about it.

Dean runs quickly into the AU, accepting Ketch assistance. Without listen to Sam and trying to do it before Cas returns. To protect his Angel from dying again. Because he just CAN'T LOSE CAS AGAIN. HE JUST CAN'T SEE HIM DIE AGAIN IN FRONT OF HIS EYES.

Gif credit @out-in-the-open

Miscellaneous: I wanted to add here how OIC was this scene when we all know Dean is very nerdy boy.

Gif credit @out-in-the-open

To Coclude:

This episode foreshadowed the entrance of Chuck in season 14, also Dean's possesion but, definitely, the way the writer will write 15x18, the conclusion in the show for Destiel: Lovers Separation. A tragic Hallmark Movie.

Hope you like this, see you in the next one.

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If you wanna read the previous metas from this season here you have the links...

Vol. XCIII, XCIV, XCV, XCVI, XCVII, XCVIII, XCIX, C, CI, CII.

Buenos Aires, March 7th 2021, 3:06 PM

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Happy Holidays - BTS Style

4. “It’s not much, but it’s ours.”

20. “Merry Christmas, bub.”

Pairing: Jin x reader

You spent the holidays much like everyone else: tuning in to watch BTS perform. However there was one obvious distinction.

You had married Kim Seokjin 8 months ago.

It was the classic friends to lovers story; you’d met Seokjin through your friend Moonbyul (yes, the famous one), and hit it off. A year later had Jin confessing to you right before he left on tour, leaving you to dwell on the experience for nearly four months before Jin came back to Seoul.

After you gave him a piece of your mind (you were seriously mad that he confessed then left), you were able to tell him that you’d harbored feelings for him for a while already.

That was nearly three years ago. What ensued was an extravagant game of hide and seek from the prying eyes of the media, followed by an earth-shaking v-live in which Jin slipped up and mentioned having a girlfriend.

Just when you were sure life couldn’t get any crazier or better, Jin proposed. You had choked on your own spit when he got down on one knee; a fact he will never let you live down.

And now, 8 months later, you were reminiscing on all your memories together and realized that there was one gaping hole in your story.

The two of you have done almost everything together. Everything, except for perhaps the most wanted thing.

You have yet to spend the holidays with Jin. When you were first dating, it made sense. You weren’t serious enough to spend the holidays together outside of exchanging some gifts. Now, judging from the ring on your finger, you’d say the relationship is fairly serious. It would be nice to spend Christmas morning with the person you love most in the world. However, you understand that there are many more people who need to spend time with him and the rest of BTS, even if it’s just by tuning into the TV.

That’s exactly what your plan is this year. Packing up the rest of your bag, you make sure to lock the key to your little apartment before heading out. As usual, a couple of suspicious looking people are strolling about outside your apartment. A couple raise their phones and try to look like they’re not taking pictures of you, but you know better. It was all too easy for Dispatch to find out where you and Jin were living despite the heavy security.

Jin left yesterday morning, the two of your exchanging gifts before the sun even came up. You were still half asleep but your were coherent enough to be sad that you weren’t going to see him for the next couple of weeks.

He had joked about sneaking you into the New Year’s Eve party that they would be broadcasting just so you guys could sneak a kiss. You had just rolled your eyes and told him you’d give Tuck, your dog, a kiss instead.

The traffic isn’t that bad, considering that it’s Christmas Eve. By the time you make it to your parent’s house out on the edge of Seoul, night has already fallen and there’s plenty of cars outside the house. It looks like the party is already in full swing.

“You’re home!” Your mother opens the door before you can even get to it, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in! How are you?”

You smile back at her, instantly feeling better. “I’m great, mom. How’s the party going?”

“Oh, it’s great. Your little brother brought his girlfriend over, you have to meet her!”

You laugh, heading to your childhood bedroom to drop your things off. “I’ll be out in just a second.”

The evening passes in a blur of niceties and good food, your family double checking to see what time the boys will be performing in the morning. Your brother’s girlfriend is sweet, the two of you get along well.

You’re in the kitchen helping your father with the dishes when he nudges you.

“You remember grandpa’s old cottage?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

Your grandpa had a cute little cottage just a little ways down the mountain, the foundation still strong but it had long fallen into disuse. You and your brother used to go there when you were kids; it was the perfect place to stay when you went on fishing trips.

“I’ve had a friend come look at it, he’s been repairing it. What do you say we go take a look at it?”

Looking around at the party that’s still ongoing, you shrug. “Sure, sounds fun. Let me grab my coat.”

A few minutes later your father stops the truck outside the cottage, the entire place lit up with golden Christmas lights. Your mouth drops open as you look at the little house; it’s beautiful. Almost unrecognizable.

“Wow,” you breathe out. “It’s amazing!” Jumping out of the car, you make a beeline for the cottage only to turn back and see your father still in the car. “Aren’t you coming?”

He rolls down the window. “I’ll be out in a second, I’ve just got to return this call.” When he sees you hesitating to go in without him, he waves you on. “Go inside, look around.”

Turning back to the cottage, you look down at the newly laid cobble stone path peeking up at you from the snow. The cottage is as pretty as a painting, lighting up the thick foliage that stands guard.

The door doesn’t even creak when you open it. “Hello?” You call out. The lights are all on, the guy who repaired it must be in here.

Stepping inside, you marvel at the interior. It still looks like the cottage you loved to play in as a child, but it’s more elegant now. A great big Christmas tree stands tall in the middle of the room, big red ornaments adorning the surface.

“How does it look?”

Whirling around at the sound of a familiar voice, your jaw drops as Jin emerges from the kitchen. He smiles at you, watching the confusion grow on your face.

“What...what are you doing here?”

He gestures to the tree. “Just putting the finishing touches together.”

Staring at him, you slowly begin to connect the dots. “Wait, you’re the friend that repaired it?”

Jin nods, smiling softly. “Can I show you around?”

Gently taking his extended hand, Jin takes you from room to room, showing off the beautiful interior design and going so far as to show you the tall oak beams he installed in the foyer for extra support.

The two of you end up in the kitchen, where Jin breaks out the apple cider.

“How are you even here right now?” You ask, staring up at your husband as he blushes under your attention. Even after all these years, his ears still go a little red when you’re completely focused on him.

Jin shrugs. “I managed to convince some people that my performance will be much better tomorrow morning if I could spend Christmas Eve with my wife. I have to go back soon, but I’ve got some time.” He gives you an uncertain look. “I...I got this as your Christmas present, darling.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he’s saying. “The cottage?”

He nods. “I talked with your father, he was planning on just selling the property. You told me how much you loved coming here when you were a kid...I thought that it might be nice to pass it down to you, you know? And this can be our little secret out here, nobody will even know about it.”

You can’t help staring at him in complete shock. “You...you did all of this for me?”

Jin tilts his head, a curious smile painting his features. “Of course I did. I love you.” Scratching the back of his neck, he looks around the kitchen. “It’s not much, but it’s ours.”

Setting your mug on the counter, you throw myself into his arms, burying your face in his sweater as Jin’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “It’s everything, Jin. Thank you.” You squeeze him tighter for emphasis. “I love you.”

Kissing the top of your head, Jin checks the time.

Midnight.

Tilting your chin up, he plants a soft kiss on your lips that has you closing your eyes and remembering every kiss that came before it.

Holding you close, Jin rests his cheek atop your head and hums out a tune, the two of you swaying back and forth.

“Merry Christmas bub,” he whispers into the quiet of the cottage. Even though it’s nearly tearing his heart apart to know that he’ll have to leave soon, he can finally cross one thing off his bucket list.

Spending a little bit of Christmas with you.

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colorfullfalls · 4 years ago

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Hiding from me?

Embry Call x reader

Summary: Embry got home and couldn’t find his imprint anywhere in the house, so he goes and looks at the only other place he thinks she would be.

Embry was puzzled. He texted you an hour ago and you assured him that you would be at home when he got back. He imagined walking inside and seeing you on the couch with the dogs, probably watching some true crime video. As soon as his shoes slipped off he walked towards the living room.

His brows furrowed as his eyes scanned the area. Fluffy blankets lay in the area your body usually occupied but you weren’t there. The dogs barked in excitement around him, just so happy that daddy was home.

“Hi little loves. Where’s mommy?” He asked the two golden retrievers. Their ears perked at her name and they began to bark loudly, running around the house to search.

Embry laughed at how eager they were to find you as soon as he mentioned your name. You weren’t there and the dogs halted at his feet once again in anticipation. Their dog faces screamed pet me god dammit.

His hands skimmed through their well groomed fur, thanks to her dedication to keeping them clean, petting them for a minute before he slowly rose back to his feet. He slipped his boots back on in a daze as his mind was stuck on her. He wished that she would give him a heads up when she was going to go out. He saw more shit than he would like to admit and worrying was in his nature.

“I’ll be back, boys. I’m gonna find that mommy of yours that likes to drive me crazy. Behave, little rascals.” He called out, blowing them kisses before turning the door knob.

Birds chirped a melody as their bodies fluttered from the assortment of trees. Embry flinched when one flew past his ear- making a swish sound. He smiled slightly at the fact that it scared him. A man who could turn into a bear sized wolf was spooked by a little bird in the woods. He internally swore to never think about it while shifted with the pack because they would tease him about it. Especially Jared.

His ears picked up soft music playing to the left of him. Honey-like voice of Hozier alerted the man that his fiancé was very close by. Y/N loved Hozier’s music. She explained it to him before that his songs just made her feel so understood and completely loved. Embry then would joke that Hozier should be with her instead, to which she would hit him and tell him to shut up.

He peeked around the tree to see her form. His heart soared at the sight before him. A sheet was spread on the ground. The blue and white pattern reminded Embry of the floor mats in her car. Floor mats that he bought you for her birthday three years ago. It was the first year they were together, and he wanted to get her something that she would use everyday and appreciate. She loved the gift. She was so damn appreciative of everything he did. She was actually appreciative of life itself. So sweet and naturally good that it made his heart hurt.

Herbody lay sprawled on the sheet with her head looking up towards the sky. He wondered why she was looking up because the trees covered the blue sky. Her fingers tapped on the fabric of her shirt resting against her midsection to the beat of “Wasteland, baby.”

A smile split his lips apart as he heard her mess up a lyric and laugh to herself about it. She shifted where she laid to a sitting up position to check her phone that sat next to her feet. Embry took this as his que.

“Hiding from me, sweets?” His voice startled her. A surprised scream left her lips as she threw her phone onto the ground. She glared at him, her hand coming up to flash him her middle finger.

“You dick, you scared the hell out of me. Be a normal person and text me a warning that you’re coming.” She spoke, hand over her heart to feel it beating out of her chest.

He blushed sheepishly before defending himself, “Not fair because, one, you should have told me that you were coming out here and two- don’t call me a dick. I prefer the names; handsome, lover boy, bub, and occasionally cutie pie. Well I’d take cutie pie over dick any day.”

She rolled her eyes at his speech but offered a loving smile all the same. She couldn’t help it. No matter what the man in front of her did, she thought he was the sun, the moon, and the stars. A part of her felt guilty for not warning him where she would be.

“I admit, a simple text would’ve been thoughtful. So I’m sorry about that, but you know I hate when you sneak up on me.”

His body came to rest beside hers on the thin sheet that barely separated their bodies from the natural dirt and grime of Mother Nature. His brown eyes gazed over her beautiful features in appreciation and adoration.

“Didn’t mean to spook you...” he mumbled, leaning over to kiss the side of her head. She hummed as he pulled away, “Why are you out here anyway?”

She sighed, crossing her arms, “Greg from work was being a sexist asshole, and I argued with him about the wage gap for about an hour. My nerves were so shot when I got home that I had to disconnect. Come out here and focus on the sweet things in life.”

Embry listener to all she had to say, soaking in her feelings as if he was a sponge used to clean up spilled water. He would always be attentive to how she felt because his mom taught him to care about women more than just lovers, but to care about them as deep counterparts to life, as a great friend.

Y/N cared too much sometimes and that put a burden on her shoulders. He wanted to help carry that burden any time he could.

“Greg is the one who you should be calling a dick.”

She laughed, nudging his arm with her elbow, “Oh I called him that and more. Trust me. I’m glad I have a sweet man like you that actually cares about women instead of seeing them as servants.”

His finger tips grazed her collar bone, dancing around the soft skin that was cold compared to his lava temperature. Goosebumps arose from the rapid heat. They traveled down her skin until his fingers connected with hers.

“My mother raised me right, and apparently a lot of parents could take notes from her. Next time he argues with you, just call me and hand him the phone. I will school him like no other, teach him how to respect others.” His low voice rumbled.

“I’m sure you will, lover boy. I don’t doubt it.”

Embry bit his lip as he let the silence wash over the couple. A bird flew past again and he jumped, internally cursing the damn animal for getting him twice within ten minutes.

“I don’t want to rush you, but I’m very hungry. I’ve been thinking about that Italian place we went to a couple months ago.” His thumb rubbed circles against her skin.

“Luittei’s.. yeah; that place was good. You wanna go there?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Not very subtle, was I?”

Y/N patted his arm. She then stood up and helped him up too, “You’re cute, but no. Not subtle at all. I want Italian too though.”

Embry bent down and grabbed the sheet in his hands, her grabbing the other side to fold it harmoniously.

“I love you.” His voice cracked a bit as his tongue delivered the earnest words. Letters strung together that formed such a true and genuine message. Loving her was as natural as breathing to him and he was sure it would always be. His tone surprised her.

“I love you too, Em.”

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nsheetee · 5 years ago

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Requested:

Yangyang x Reader + Strangers to Friends to Lovers + Fluff

Summary: In which a very unhappy Yangyang is forced to pick up his little sister from daycare everyday, and you’re her daycare teacher

yangyang loves his little sister to bits and pieces

from the moment she was born and given to yangyang to hold in his tiny 11 year old arms

her little tufts of black hair sticking up and big doll eyes looking up at her older brother

he knew: he would probably do anything for this little angel

but now, 8 years later...

8 years of crying, nagging, hair-pulling, tattle tailing, and name calling

he thought he would finally be done

he thought his parents would lay off on all the responsibilities they’ve pushed onto him for the past 8 years due to the little angel that they named “joy”

he thought that once he started college, his parents would see how busy he is and finally relax off of him

but alas, yangyang was rewarded with a car of his own for his 19th birthday only under one condition:

pick up joy from daycare at 4pm every weekday

so, a mildly irritated yangyang with a new set of wheels and just one more responsibility on his plate set out to his first day of college in his brand new chapter of life

you had a lot less to worry about, at least compared to yangyang

all you had to do was maintain a high GPA to keep your scholarship and a lot of your money problems were solved

but you still needed extra cash for yourself

which is why you got a job at a daycare

you would be in charge of a small group of 8 year old for around an hour every afternoon

what you did with them for the hour was almost always up to you

so on the first day, your little group of five 8 year olds came into your daycare classroom- the first thing you did was go outside

the kids LOVE you

they boasted about being able to play on the playground when no one else got to- claiming they had “the awesome-est teacher EVER”

and when they got rid of all of their pent up energy from sitting on hard plastic seats at school for several hours, you managed to get them to introduce themselves to you and to one another

soon, the first day of daycare came to a close

parents arrived and greeted you, taking their kids and all their belongings with them as you wave good bye

only one girl from your group was left: joy

she sat under a shady tree, slouching as she picked at the grass next to her legs

“hey, joy. what’s up?” you ask and sit down next to her

“sorry my brother is late.” she looks guilty as she continues to pick at the grass

“it’s okay, joy. I’ll wait with you for however long it takes.” she nods, but you could tell she’s still apologetic.

“do you wanna make a flower crown?” you ask, trying to get the situation off her mind

“I don’t know how”

“well, I'll teach you”

joy’s furrowed eyebrows slowly melts away as you hunt for flowers and a small smile blooms on her cheeks when she finally finishes her crown, gifting it to you

it was 4:47 when yangyang pulls up to the daycare, new wheels crunching on the gravel road and he pants as he gets out of the car

“yangie!” joy shrieks, running to her brother and encircling her tiny arms around his waist

“joy! I'm so sorry I'm late.”

“I'm not the one who needs to hear that.” joy speaks matter of factly, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard an 8 year old sound more mature

as joy walks to the car, her older brother turns to you

you slowly take off the flower crown, eyebrows raised while waiting for the boy in front of you to say something

he’s so boyish it makes your heart melt

with curly hair that falls over his eyes and a smile that you know hides a lot of jokes and pranks for the future

you can’t help but feel a bit giddy at the sight of him

“I'm so sorry about this. I swear it won’t happen again.” he looks down apologetically and it reminds you of an older, boy version of joy

maybe it’s because you think he’s cute or maybe because his little sister is really fun

but you wave a dismissive hand

“it’s alright. joy is a pleasure to be around. I didn’t mind.”

he raises his head to see the sincerity in your eyes and relaxes

“I’m yangyang, joy’s brother.” he finally introduces himself

“I'm y/n, joy’s daycare teacher” you reach forward to shake his hand

“aren’t you too young to be a teacher?” he asks

“I can give CPR and kids don’t hate me, that was enough for them to hire me” you shrug, “I go to the college” you wave your hand in the general direction of your school

“oh,” he looks surprised, “me too. maybe I'll see you around? o-or we can study.” yangyang curses himself at his stutter and feels heat crawl up his cheeks

why is he blushing over an invitation to study?

maybe because he’s never been this straight forward with anyone else before

“yeah, sure” you don’t look affected and it makes yangyang more nervous

“yangie!” joy shouts from his car, looking annoyed and yangyang sighs

“right, we have to go home. I’ll see you... later.”

and you do see him later

he arrives to pick up joy (on time) every weekday

he would gather up joy’s backpack and jacket while intently looking at you as you explain what joy did at daycare that day

and after your spiel, yangyang would ask you how your day went and how your classes are going

yangyang enjoyed your small daily conversations so much that he started coming 5 minutes early to pick up joy to have some extra time to speak to you

and then he started coming 10 minutes earlier

and then 15

and then 20

and then you just decided to invite yangyang to join your class

“w-what?” he laughed nervously when you asked

he thought you were just kidding

why would you want him to join your class of 8 year olds?

“well you’re here for almost half of the time anyway. just join us tomorrow!”

yangyang wasn’t going to- he would tell you that he had other plans:

he needed to study, he had to get his car washed, he had to walk his dog

literally ANY excuse he could think of

but he knew he couldn’t lie to that sweet smile you always gave him when you see him

so that’s how yangyang ended up sitting criss-cross apple sauce in the circle of your group of kids at daycare the next day

he had that light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he tried to fit between joy and another boy in the group on the carpeted floor

but when you introduced him and all the little kids said “hi, yangyang” in unison

he felt more comfortable

having yangyang with the group of kids was fun... really fun

one day he showed the kids his mad soccer skills

another day he played the piano to lull them into nap-time

you think he might steal your position of being “the awesom-est teacher EVER”

and of course, joy had to tell her parents one night over dinner about what was happening at daycare

“yangyang is part of my daycare group now” joy said during a lull in conversation

yangyang kicked her chair under the table and sent her a pointed glare

“yangyang, we asked you to pick up joy from daycare. not join her at daycare” his mother sighs and puts her fork down

“oh no, mom. it’s a lot of fun with yangyang and y/n” joy defends

“y/n...” yangyang’s father ponders, “you know, we should invite them over for dinner.”

“YEAH!”

“absolutely not”

joy and yangyang glare at each other from across the dinner table at each other’s opposing answers

“kids...” their mother warns and looks back at her husband, “I think that’s a good idea. we hear so much about them, why not invite them over?”

and that’s how you end up ringing the Liu’s doorbell promptly at 6pm the next Friday night

you made a batch of cookies to share (you refuse to show up empty handed, especially since it’s yangyang’s parents that you’re meeting) and you wear your nice clothes that you usually keep stored away in the back of your closet

yangyang opens the door and he immediately becomes 1000x more nervous

that smile hits him again, the kind smile that he doesn’t see you give to anyone else but him

it makes his heartbeat speed up and his cheeks tinge with pink no matter how hard he grips the door frame

“y/n, hi”

“hi,” you both stand in your spots, not moving or speaking... just looking at each other, “can I come in or...?”

“right, right. sorry” yangyang moves awkwardly to let you slide past him through the doorway

the smell of your fabric softener is so familiar that yangyang almost calms down in this situation

he’s been stressed this entire week leading up to this dinner

not only are you about to meet his parents, you’re about to witness what his family is actually like

and yangyang is scared that even if you had a small part of you that liked him

it’ll be non-existent by the end of this dinner

but surprisingly

dinner goes better than he expected

it seemed like you fit in perfectly, a fifth chair pulled up to the table made the atmosphere more cozy and your laughter mixing in with the rest of his family’s was something yangyang didn’t know he needed

he had a moment where he had to sit back and wonder when you got to be such an important part of his life

maybe it’s because joy already likes you so much

and yangyang knows that no matter how many times joy tattle tales, nags, or cries at yangyang

he’ll always be her big brother

and it seems just a little too perfect for you to be an element that was added into the mixture that is his crazy life

but yangyang, despite his doubts, decides he’ll take this small but perfect thing that life handed to him and run with it

so after dinner, he walks you to your car in the driveway

the sun has just set and the leftover rays cast a purple hue over the sky and over your skin, making Yangyang fall just a little deeper into his feelings

when you say good night, you really hope he stops you

you really hope he doesn’t let you get into your car

you really hope he doesn’t let you close the door

but he does, and you think you may be receiving mixed signals from him for the past few weeks

until he knocks on the window of your car

you roll it down, confusion apparent on your face

“yangyang, what’s wrong?”

“uh, n-nothing just... don’t move” he says

he grips the frame of the car with all his might to steady himself, physically and mentally, and leans down through the window

he places a gentle kiss on your cheek and pulls back to see your reaction

you’re a bit surprised but you quickly bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard

and you signal at him to come back to you

you return a kiss on his rosy cheek, mumbling a shy goodnight before rolling up your window and driving away

he touches the small part of his cheek where your lips just were, smiling dumbly as he walks back into the house

he’ll have to thank joy for bringing you to him later

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