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luxaryllis · 3 years ago

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Oh my god.. i want to swaddle up the scared younger sibling of Riddle and give them a comforting hug. AKSJDH THAT POOR BABY DESERVES THE WORLD. THAT PART WHERE THEY SAW RIDDLE GET FRIENDS AND PLAY WHICH MADE THEM MAD AND SAD BROKE MY HEART.

How dare you be good at writing angst >:(( (jk, you’re good at it but i’m not mad!) I almost want to request a followup for it where maybe they get friends or gets to tell how hurt they have been. Buuut i’ll wait until your other requests clear! 🌸 thank you for your writing!!

SCARED!YOUNGER SIBLING!READER WITH TWST RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS: Part 2.5

Note: I know I said that I would write this after all my other requests, but since it was related to my latest post, I was like, "Y'know what, why not?!" So yeah. Hope you don't mind I answer this earlier!!

Also, I'm very glad you liked my Scared!Younger Sibling!Reader!! I liked how it came out, considering I literally posted the first part right before getting to bed lmao-

AND YES! Scared!Younger Sibling!Reader need all the comfort they can get!!!

And thank u so much, anon! 🥺🥺 AHHH EVERYONE IS SO SWEET, MY TEETH ARE ROTTING, HELP-

I'm not entirely sure if I should be happy that I'm good at writing angst, though HAHAHA-

And with the amount of people who have been liking it, I'm not sure if I should be happy or concerned-

Are you all alright?? Tell me if you need me to call the police-

Also, this WILL have comfort! Finally! Some comfort for this sweetheart 🥺🥺

And this will also be in a similar format to the Part 2; but it's a full fic.

Part 1 of this is here. Part 2 of this is here. Part 3 is here

Anyway, let's get to it!

Warnings: Mentions of past violence and abuse, Reader possibly has PTSD and Anxiety, Angst with Comfort, use of an OC/non-canon character, Character stutters a lot, tell me if I missed anything.

Your mother had told you and Riddle that a family would be visiting the house. A co-worker and family friend, the White family, she said.

You were 7, Riddle was 9.

Apparently, said co-worker had 4 children of her own. All were rabbit beastmen.

The youngest of the White family at that time was a 9 year old boy, Finian White. Like everyone in his family, he had white hair and soft-looking rabbit ears. His hair, in particular, was tied into a low ponytail. He wore glasses and had a meek expression.

As everyone had gone and interacted with each other, Riddle had been called by your mother to do something, the only ones left in the living room were you and Finian.

Finian was fiddling with a little pocket watch, and you were simply standing there.

Whilst you were simply standing there. You were too scared to make a move, for fear that you might accidentally break a rule.

So, what you did was that you slowly and cautiously sat down on the couch.

Finian also follows; he sits on the same couch, just a bit further away from you.

You quietly ask him, “Why are you fiddling with your pocket watch?” Finian flinches when he hears the sudden question addressed to him.

Finian stumbles on his words and stutters out a response, “I-It’s just t-that I uhh... it’s like a uhmm... a... c-comfort item for me... I guess...” his voice getting quieter the more he spoke.

You, however, were... confused. Comfort item? What’s that? An item that comforts? But a pocket watch is an inanimate object; it can’t possibly comfort someone!

“What do you mean by ‘comfort item’? That pocket watch isn’t alive, is it? It can’t possibly... comfort?... someone...”

Finian perks up, and smiles a bit, as he rambles on about how it was a gift his family had given him on his 7th birthday. And how whenever he held it, he would remember the love and comfort his family brings to him.

Everything he spoke about made you even more confused, as you never had a family remotely like Finian’s. Any gift given to you were things like more workbooks, or more pens, or notebooks. Nothing like that. And they certainly would never give you any comfort at all.

But... listening to Finian speak so passionately made you want to learn more. So, you quietly listen to the boy ramble on, nodding every now and then.

You then make a silent note to yourself that Finian’s passionate and joyful face is a lot better than that meek expression he usually has.

That moment turned into more conversations, as the White family were staying in the Queendom of Roses for around 6 months, until they would go back to the Shaftlands, or the Land of Pyroxene.

Both of you had gone very close and often spoke to each other a lot, when given the chance.

One day, it was the last week of the White family’s stay in the Queendom of Roses.

Finian had seen your mother hitting you and shouting at you; you had broken a rule. Finian was shocked at what he had seen.

Was this why you never seemed to understand the concept of comfort items, or anything similar?

Finian was not only shocked, but concerned for you and Riddle. You, especially! You were one of the few people who actually listened to him talk, without complaining! You were also very nice and sweet to him too!

So, he waits for a while before ringing the doorbell.

Your mother had opened the door and let him in, a ‘sweet’ smile on her face. Now that he knows Mrs. Roseheart’s true nature; Finian notices that the supposedly sweet smile on her face seemed faker.

Finian respectfully greets her and looks at you. You were covered in some bruises on your arms and you were facing downwards.

Mrs. Rosehearts mentions something about you accidentally hitting something as she bandages you up. When you lead Finian into your room, you were quiet.

Well, you always were quiet, but you much more quiet than usual.

When he’s sure that you’re both alone, Finian speaks up, “I saw what your mother did to you.” There were no stutters as he spoke to you. His voice was soft, but stern and a bit serious.

Your eyes widened and you look at him with scared eyes.

Oh no..

Is he going to hit you and shout at you too?!

Is he going to leave you because you broke a rule?!

No...

No, please no!

Your eyes tear up and you silently cry.

You mutter to him, “please don’t be mad; please don’t leave me...”

Finian is surprised.

This was the most emotion he had seen you show to him so openly.

While he had made it his mission to make you show him your emotions freely, this wasn’t what he meant...

“Ohh no.. no, [Name].. I’m not mad at you, I swear...” Finian slowly says. He softly brings out his hand to you, and waits. You flinched at the movement and closed your eyes, waiting for any sort of impact on you.

...

It never came.

You slowly open your eyes and see Finian holding his hand out for you.

You slowly take his hand, and let him guide you both to your bed.

He lets go of your hands, and slowly opens up his arms.

Ah yes, he taught you this. A hug.

You slowly do the same and move toward him. He softly brings you into his arms and places one of his hands on your head, patting you.

Both of you were sitting on the bed now, embracing each other.

You were crying and Finian was cradling you and softly patting you.

None of you had said anything, but you somehow felt Finian’s message to you, “I’ll always be here for you.”

You now understood what it feels like to be comforted, and to feel comfort.

You finally had a... friend... of your own! To whatever deity, god, power, and to the Great Seven, thank you for this blessing.

You tightened your embrace on Finian, but were extra careful not to hurt him much.

And as Finian held you in his arms, he now understood what it was like to take care of someone; and to feel needed and loved by someone other than his family.

END!

That is the end of it! I hope you all liked this!

I’m sorry if some parts felt rushed-

And please note, NONE of this was meant romantically. Everything here is PLATONIC!

Anyway, comments and feedback are always highly appreciated!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst sibling reader #twst platonic #twst comfort

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tartagilicious · 3 years ago

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luke pearce relationship headcanons 🐹

WHERE ARE ALL THE LUKE SIMPS IVE SEEN NONE OF YALL IN MY INBOX?? anyways if you don’t like him or say he’s boring i don’t trust you

- you are and have always been his first yet most complicated choice. there is nothing he wouldn’t do to be with you, but for years forced himself to avoid you for your sake. it’s common knowledge at this point that luke only has three years to live, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause you grief by tearing such a strong bond so suddenly.

- when you met again outside of penny’s comfort foods, a thousand emotions went through his heart at once: overwhelming happiness, dread, love, even regret. because despite himself, he will always find his way back to you.

- he holds onto you in any capacity that he can, at any time. you don’t understand his need to have your hand in his all the time, or how his hugs seem extra tight certain nights, and you don’t for a while. but when you do, you’re guilty of holding onto him for a couple of extra minutes too.

- luke tinkers with things for you. he makes useful things better, and useless things pretty; some of which he’ll hand over to you as a gift if he’s particularly proud of it. a lot of self defence tools come out of this, just for the nights he can’t be around.

- you experience as much together as you can to make up for the years spent apart, and make a ton of amazing memories from them.

- occasionally he brings up the topic of what will happen after he’s gone. you never want to listen, but when he takes your hands in his, begging you to meet his eye, you can do nothing but comply. because he has no parents to fall back onto, he will scatter his belongings amongst his dearest friends, ending with you. he promises you that you will inherit the most important parts of him each time. each time, he reminds you that he will always remain with you in some form.

- anyways enough of that sad stuff!!! you have years together, let’s not worry about all of that down the road. you pray every day that by some miracle luke will be able to get help and start towards recovery, but only time will tell.

- a best friend type of boyfriend, totally. loves making bad jokes, or calling you sappy nicknames in public just to see you flustered. he would probably tell a waitress it’s your birthday when it’s not LMAO

- i’ve probably already made it obvious, but physical touch is definitely his love language! long kisses, drawn out mornings in bed, arms around your waist whilst you make coffee. random massages. all of it.

- as said in the game, there’s a certain tacit understanding between the two of you. this makes you great partners not only in life, but also investigations! you can communicate without words, and will never fail to put your faith in the other. there’s probably a fair amount of times wherein you’ve protected each other, too, whether legally or physically.

- randomly drops off lunch at the firm without warning. (there is a pattern, but you can’t figure out what it is and he intends to keep it that way)

- not jealous very easily, he knows you would never leave him — but he’s confident about calling you his. he would definitely show off to marius given the chance.

- he keeps a diary that documents your relationship, either by the day or the week to serve as a memento for the future

- ;-;

#luke was my favourite when i first started playing #i have a huge soft spot for him #tears of themis #tot #luke pearce #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #luke pearce x reader

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choiceskatie · 3 years ago

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The Night Shift

Book: Perfect Match

Pairing: Damien x MC

Warnings: NS*FW. 18+. Honestly do I post anything other than filth at this point lmao?

Premise: A work injury forces Emilia to get creative.

Word Count: 4K

Author’s Note: happy birthday @kat-tia801! You are an absolute joy to know on here, a tag or message from you seriously brightens up my day. You not only put so much into all of your characters and stories, but also into supporting everyone on here and making this hellsite a much happier place. Seriously, I don’t understand how you’re constantly putting out such amazing content for so many books and so many characters whilst I’m over here struggling to write a one shot lmao. Big brain energy. You’re just the best, and I’m so grateful to know you and call you a friend. I love you and I hope you enjoy this! 🤍 (Hope it’s ok I borrowed your MC, and I really hope I didn’t butcher for your favourite man) (doubly sorry if this is trash, I need to start asking people their bdays so I don’t find out the day before lmao)

Thanks to @burnsoslow and @lsvdw-blog for prereading! Love you.

This was going to kill him.

Damien Nazario had never been a particularly patient man, something his close friends and family made sure to tell him at any given opportunity. He was irritable and grouchy at the best of times, something he had no issue with admitting; he simply didn’t care to change his ways.

The only time his attempt at patience had resulted in anything worthwhile was the four years he had to wait to call Emilia Park his, and he’d more than proved himself on that occasion. Alas, he would have waited another forty years to accomplish that feat, just for the honour of getting to call her his woman.

But this was different. Waiting for Emilia was like constantly being in the radar of a shining light at the end of the dark tunnel before her radiance finally broke free and brightened his life; a broken leg was just a fucking burden.

His quick tempered personality coupled with two weeks of bed rest ordered by his orthopaedic surgeon were far from a healthy combination. As he lay in bed with his fractured leg raised on a large throw pillow, he struggled to remember a single day that he had been forced to stay within the four walls of his apartment.

As he heard a key jingle in the door lock, he reminded himself with a soft smile: their apartment.

He called out to her, the bedroom door opened a crack and allowing his deep voice to reverberate through the space. “In here, corazón.”

She chuckled to herself as she walked to the kitchen, unloading the groceries as she shouted back to him. “Yeah, I kinda guessed that unless you’d learned how to walk with one leg in the hour I’ve been gone.”

Emilia smirked to herself as she imagined the unimpressed look almost certainly gracing his face as his jaw clenched. His infamous scowl had only increased its appearances since they began their relationship a year ago, her sarcastic wit riling him up in a way only she knew how to achieve.

But their strong friendship that had blossomed into more didn’t only award them with the ability to pull on each other’s strings, it gifted Emilia the sole honour of seeing the blissful smile that broke through Damien’s features after his momentary facade disappeared. Getting to see Damien in these new and raw circumstances was like a breath of fresh air. Where most found him dark and sullen, he was her sunshine.

She got to see a piece of him that was reserved for her and her alone, and she responded in kind, showing him parts of herself that no one had ever been privy to before.

Of course, there were plenty of things she had proceeded to show only Damien, and the next of those was sitting at the bottom of her handbag on the kitchen counter.

She picked it up and walked towards their bedroom, a private smile on her face as she opened the door fully and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey, handsome.”

Damien’s face lit up as he smiled back at her, a weight off his chest as he finally had her nearby again.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she immediately walked towards their bathroom, his head following her steps as she turned without a backwards glance.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom,” she arched a dark eyebrow at him, an amused look flitting across her face. “Is that alright with you?”

He rolled his eyes as he slumped further into the mountain of pillows she’d left him against this afternoon, crossing his arms over his chest in exacerbation.

“Fine, but hurry.”

The bathroom door closing over cut off Emilia's fond cackle, his eyes focused on the door as he willed it to open and her to come back to bed with him.

A shocking realisation nearly took Damien’s breath away; he was affronted to find out that he was needy.

He couldn’t remember a single day in his childhood that he’d been forced to stay in bed. He was sure there were likely a few occasions, but they were either too long ago to remember or clearly too uneventful to hold onto all these years on.

In his adult life, he’d never spent a single day at home. If he wasn’t out working on a case, he was out seeing Emilia and Nadia. His frustration rose to greater levels as he even thought about work.

Fuck work. I can’t believe I broke my fucking leg in two places chasing after some foreign president’s daughter and their damn rival country’s first son.

Any and all comprehensible thoughts of work, or any topic for that matter, evaporated into thin air as Emilia walked out from the bathroom, clad in what could only be described as a sexy nurse outfit.

His back shot off the mattress as his head turned quickly to get a proper look at her, her heavy breasts bulging over the red lingerie sneaking out of the short white collared dress, leading down to matching red stockings that stretched up her shapely legs.

Dangling from her neck was the fakest, cheapest looking pink stethoscope he had ever seen in his life, something he would taunt her for in a normal state of mind, but in this moment in time all he could think about was wrapping it around her wrists and binding her to their bed.

She took a hesitant step towards him, assuming and praying that his silence was in fact positive and not embarrassment that she had decided to take role play on by herself.

Her movement switched a flick inside his brain, and he finally managed to rasp out, “Christ, Em. Where did you get that?”

His only reply was a seductive smirk as she bit her plump bottom lip, swaying her hips slowly as she strode towards the foot of the bed.

“Good evening, Mr Nazario. I’m nurse Emilia and I’ll be taking over your care for the night,” she kneeled on the mattress, pulling a bottle of massage oil out from a hidden pocket in her dress.

“And where the hell did that come from?”

“Shh,” she winked as she opened the bottle, pouring it generously onto her soft hands and tenderly lathering it between her palms.

A gentle push on Damien’s chest and his back hit the bed again, the sheets cool against the heat beginning to radiate from his skin.

She moved slowly as she edged towards him on the bed, the smooth silk of her dress gliding over his thighs as she carefully missed his injured leg before she straddled his hips, his hands immediately grabbing her own.

“My, my,” her lashes fluttered as she ground against the prominent bulge pressing into her core. “You’re awfully responsive to your nurse tonight, aren’t you, sir?”

She smirked as she felt him strain further against her, the deliberate tone of her voice as she played into his deepest fantasies proving efficient.

His large hands pushed at her outfit, already working to get her out of it as quickly as possible.

“Ah, ah, ah. Lie back and rest, no touching; doctor's orders.”

He smirked as he raised an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were the nurse.”

She pinched the skin at his ribs as he squirmed and let out a deep chuckle before surrendering himself to her. “Sorry, sorry.” He made a show of holding his hands up in the air before dropping both arms to his sides.

Emilia rewarded his compliance with a slow swivel of her hips, smirking as his hands balled into fists and bunched in the bed sheets.

Dancing her fingertips up and across his chest, she began to massage his shoulders as his head dropped back with a content sigh. Kneading the muscles gently, her skilled hands made their way down his torso, applying light pressure to his chest as her thumbs playfully flicked at his nipples.

Her force grew impossibly delicate as she moved to his stomach, ghosting her hands up his sides before using her fingertips to draw slow and sensual circles down his abdomen.

She could hear his breathing grow heavy as she met the light trail of hair leading down to his very tight boxers, still urging against her delightfully. The crotchless panties Damien was somehow yet to pick up on were doing little to hide her own desire, undoubtedly soaking his underwear as she worked both of them up.

She leaned down, pressing her soft lips to his shoulder before nibbling gently, leaving a hot trail of wet kisses up his neck towards his ear.

His hips bucked uncontrollably as her hot breath tickled his ear, her teeth pulling at his lobe and the last of his restraint broke. His hands were on her immediately, cupping her ass and pushing her further into his rock hard length as he groaned.

He could have broken into tears as she stilled in his arms, shaking her head and pouting as she sat upright, hands closing over his own as she pried them off and placed them back on the bed.

His eyes flickered shut as she lightly stroked his cheek, his beard soft against her fingertips as she cupped his jaw and forced his gaze back on hers.

“And you were doing so well,” she frowned dramatically as she took joy in his disheveled state. “Am I going to have to ask someone else to take over your care, sir? I don’t think they’d be quite so creative with their treatment plan.”

Internally, Damien was already plotting his revenge. I’m going to get her back for this when I’m not reduced to a blubbering mess.

In real life, all he could manage was a jerky shake of his head as his eyes pleaded with her to resume her actions, which she quickly did, teeth and tongue teasing his hot skin as his knuckles blanched by his side.

Making her way back to his ear yet again, she took hold of his hands and placed them above his head, her sultry whisper sending a shiver down his spine.

“Will you be good for me? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

An insistent nod of the head was his only reply, though the light shudder running through his body told her he was extremely happy to oblige. Emilia had to remind herself to stick to her gameplan as she looked down at his large arms straining with the misery of holding himself back, panting and oh so eager for her.

“Keep those there for me and you’ll be substantially rewarded.”

His crotch immediately missed her heat as her hips vacated the area, his legs tense as he awaited her next move. The room was silent for a moment as Emilia reconsidered her idea, the wet slick beginning to drip down her thighs making her want to miss out on a few planned steps for the night.

She moved further backwards again, careful to miss the bulky cast covering his lower leg and pressing a tender kiss to the skin above. Her tongue traced spirals against his muscular thighs as her fingers dipped inside the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down casually and deliberately as his hips pushed off the bed to ease her task.

A careful manoeuvre over his cast and they were thrown into the corner of their bedroom, soon forgotten as a loud groan filled the room, Damien’s eyes rolling back in his head as Emilia’s hot centre met his cock again, this time with no flimsy material blocking them.

Languidly rolling her hips against him, she bit back her own moan as her clit met his leaking tip, precome mixing with her wetness as she began to pick up the pace of her movements.

“You like this, baby?”

His darkened gaze told her everything she needed to know, but the clenching of his jaw and the fisting of the pillow beneath his head proved just how much he was holding back, clearly afraid to break one of her rules again and risk the premature ending of this heaven.

“Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing to you. Does it feel good?”

All at once, it was as though a dam was broken, endless words of filth and praise falling from his lips as began to roll his hips with her.

“Fuck yeah it does, Em.” His voice was hoarse with desire as his hips bucked upwards, the strength of his body lifting them off the mattress. “You look so good on top of me, writhing and soaking me with your sweet little pussy. Do you like this? Do you like dressing up like a little slut and putting me through hell? Not letting me feel you dripping on my fingers as I work you open before fucking you?”

Within less than a minute Emilia was reminded that as much as this was her idea, Damien could still very much be in control of this situation as his words nearly pushed her over the edge. She took a deep breath as she fought to take back control, reminding herself that she had a plan before falling into his trap and letting him take her right there and then.

The two of them immediately missed the touch of each other as she lifted her hips off of him, but Damien’s skin was quickly met with the curl of her fingers around him and he hissed in pleasure.

Now too turned on and throbbing with need between her legs, Emilia threw caution to the wind to try and get this part over with as quickly as possible. She slowly and purposefully trailed her tongue up his length, maintaining eye contact as she traced the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. He watched in amazement as she moved to suck on his weeping head, plump lips caressing his sensitive skin as her hand set a steady pace below.

Foregoing her original plan of making him beg to even take him fully, she did it anyway, his cock too deliciously hard and heavy in her palm to resist her primal urges.

Her mouth closed over him and she took a deep breath, relaxing her throat as she immediately sank down to take all of him and his cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes were watery as she met his gaze of awe, his hands twitching to pull her long blonde locks away from her face as he watched her work him expertly.

His eyes widened as one of Emilia’s hands left the vicinity, slipping under her dress and slipping a finger inside of herself.

He groaned as his head fell back to the pillows, wholly convinced by now that she was trying to kill him.

“Em, you gotta let me touch you. I- fuck,” his words were cut off as she hollowed her cheeks, her head bobbing up and down exactly how he liked it. “Baby, please. I need to feel you, this is like hell.” He cursed again as she moaned around him, her hips gyrating against her hand.

She pulled back to smirk at him, her hand working furiously against him as his hips fought to remain still, the act unnatural and almost painful.

“You want to touch me, Damien? You want to feel this pussy?” She made a show of slipping another finger inside herself, gliding in easily. “God, it feels so good. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

“Yes, fuck yes I want to touch you so badly. I want to spread you open and show you who you belong to. Show you who gets you dripping wet. Show you who makes you feel good.” He knew he was mumbling, but he didn’t care; he was seconds away from forfeiting this little game and turning the tables. “That pussy is mine. You’re mine and you always will be, mi alma.”

Whether or not the use of Emilia’s favourite term of endearment was uttered accidentally or deliberately to change her mind in the moment wasn’t important, all that mattered was her restraint finally snapping and a quick change of position before she was sinking down on his thick cock, both of them letting out loud moans as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

She stilled for a moment, allowing herself to get used to the size of him before she pulled him up by the shoulders, Damien catching on quickly and sitting fully upright. She moaned again as her taut nipples met the warmth of his chest, feeling like she was about to combust at any second.

“Touch me,” she purred. “That’s an order, sir.”

The words hadn’t even fully left her mouth before Damien’s hands gripped her hips, his own snapping up as he began to thrust into her. Their mouths met in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth as she began to bounce on his length, their movements perfectly complementing one another.

“Fuck, just like that.”

“Yeah? You like that, cariño?”

Emilia moaned her approval as one of Damien’s hands travelled up the length of her back, intent on feeling a patch of bare skin but unwilling to rip the new outfit that still adorned her body. His hand cupped the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair and forcing her head back so his lips could latch onto her neck. He bit into the soft skin, his tongue quickly darting out to soothe the sore spot before travelling to her ear, whispering huskily. “You feel incredible, mi amor. I love filling you like this, you’re so fucking tight when you ride me.” His words were hoarse as their hips moved faster and faster, both of his hands dropping to her ass to pull her back to meet each thrust.

She was whining uncontrollably as he spoke to her. He knew exactly what he was doing; dirty talk was always sure to finish her off. “God, I love it when I get to fuck you like this. When I get to make you mine whilst you use me for your own pleasure. Fuck, I love everything about you. I love the feel of your tits rubbing up and down my chest as you bounce on me, when you grind against me and scream in my ear every time I catch your clit.”

In time with his words, his hand snuck between them, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger and biting back a victorious grin as her moan grew into a scream.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me, I love it when you let me hear how good I make you feel. Christ, I love you, Emilia.”

That was enough to send her over the edge, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream as her back arched, her chest rising and Damien lowering his head to suck on her nipples as her breasts fell free from the skimpy dress.

His hips never slowed even as she thrashed in his arms, and when her tremors subsided to a mere tremble, he looped an arm around her waist, slipping out and flipping them over to switch positions on the bed.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her head snapping down to make sure his leg was okay as he put weight on it.

“What are you doing? You’re on bed rest!”

“I’m in bed,” he smirked and Emilia glared at him. He chuckled as he caressed her face, his knuckle gliding over the soft skin of her cheek.

“If my recovery doesn’t let me fuck my girlfriend senseless, then I’ll just need to learn to live with a broken leg.”

She burst into a fit of giggles at that, shaking her head fondly before wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in tightly. “Those are some hefty claims you’re making, big boy. Time to put your money where your mouth is.”

He grinned and took himself in hand, driving into her in one forceful thrust and instantly hitting the spot that made her see stars. He didn’t give her oversensitive body any time to recover, his hips snapping against hers rapidly.

“God, Damien, it’s too much-”

“I’m not done with you yet, mi alma. Give me another.”

She shook her head as her body began to tremble yet again, her legs shaking against his broad back.

“I can’t-”

“You can,” he breathed out, slipping his hand between them to above where their bodies were joined, letting the movement of his body press him firmly against her clit.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails pressing sharply into his supple skin and inspiring a loud groan as she bit into the junction of his shoulder and neck.

“Fuck, harder.” Emilia happily obliged, the power of his thrusts practically forcing her anyway. His hips stuttered momentarily as he gasped, before speeding up even further as he chased to bring her a second release before his inevitably arrived; and soon.

He braced himself on one forearm, taking a minute to appreciate the unbelievable view laid out beneath him. Emilia caught his gaze and took his face between her hands, pulling him down towards her as they shared a passionate kiss, Damien pulling her lip between his teeth as he released her. He turned his head towards her open palm, pressing a searing kiss before a playful bite.

Emilia whimpered as she lifted her hips to meet him. “I love you, Damien.”

His eyes shut tightly in pleasure, that familiar feeling returning to the pit of his stomach as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“Say it again. Say my name.”

She was all too eager to comply, enraptured by the look on his face as she said it over and over again and his eyes snapped open to hold her gaze. A careful pinch of his fingers and she was flying, her back arching from the bed as she moaned loudly, the clenching around his cock pulling him over the edge with her. His hips stalled as he spilled inside of her, his arms giving out as he rolled off of her and pulled her alongside him.

Her body molded perfectly against his, burying her face into the crook of his neck as they both fought to return their breathing to a normal rate. He smiled down at her curiously as he felt her giggle against his skin.

“Not usually the reaction a man’s hoping for after he fucks his woman’s brains out, but I'll bite; what’s so funny?”

She lifted her head from his embrace, chuckling as she playfully smacked his shoulder. “Shut up. I was just thinking about that first time after we got back from your Mom’s with your old cop uniform. I have officially returned the favour so the roleplaying ball is firmly back in your court, my love.”

He shook his head with a smirk as his thoughts began to run rampant, although all of his ideas seemed to centre around Emilia yet again dressing up for him.

He was pulled from his trance as she clicked her fingers in the air, sitting upright in bed. “Oh, I got it! How about-”

“Don’t fucking say it-”

“Elvis!”

“Fuck off, Em,” he groaned. “Well, there goes round two,” he scowled at her as she let out a loud laugh, clutching her stomach as Damien waited for her to finish, completely unimpressed.

“Come on baby, don’t you wanna dress up as your namesake for me? I’ll even let you hit it in hound doggy style and fill me up with your burning love.”

He couldn’t even help himself as he fell prisoner to the jokes at his expense, chuckling as he pulled her back into her arms.

“I hate you,” he laughed as he pulled her gaze back to his, tenderly holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he brushed his nose against hers.

“Lies. I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“Unfortunately for me, that would be correct”

She grinned at him, her face so full of adoration that it took his breath away.

“I love you, Damien Elvis Nazario.”

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peachhyychenle · 3 years ago

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bloom bloom, heart | h.rj

'bloom bloom pow! the moment i met you, i felt like i'd explode. my heart fluttered. i hope it's not a dream' - bloom bloom, the boyz

pairing: florist!renjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

for the nostalgic melodies event hosted by @knet-bakery

playlist: bloom bloom the boyz, life still goes on nct dream, dive into you nct dream, cherry kisses chungha

a/n: my first fic for an event!! i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. also,, go check out everyone else that participated in the event!! oh, i also haven't had the time to proof-read this so, sorry lmao.

summary: flowers held many different meanings, and renjun loved that. from giving someone a baby's breath to giving them peonies, he loved how up front the message was, yet how hidden it was to someone that didn't understand their true meanings. You had always adored flowers, the colours, the scents, the meanings. And so, every week, you would go into Floral Dreams, to buy new flowers to draw, however Renjun would always throw in additional flowers to express his ever-growing crush on you, unbeknownst to him you understood every word.

If you had told Renjun this time last year he would be working part time as a florist, he would've simply laughed. But yet here he is, adorning a black apron, rearranging the plants in the display cabinet.

Floral Dreams was a great place for Renjun. It was never too busy, it was a five minute walk to his apartment and, thanks to Donghyuck, he has learned far more about flowers in the past month than he has learned about art history at his uni classes. He would never admit it to him, but Renjun was intrigued by the meanings each flower held.

From the bluebell to the yellow carnation, every flower held a different meaning. At first, Renjun couldn't care less. They were just flowers after all, their only job to him was to sit and look pretty. However the longer he spent in the floristry, the more his curiosity and his passion grew.

And now here he was, currently wiping down the counter he had just used to arrange a bouquet for somebody's birthday.

As he returned behind the till, the soft chime of the shop door bell rang. He glanced over and locked eyes with you. You seemed to be a regular. always popping in on a Wednesday afternoon, no matter the weather, to buy different pre-made bouquets. At first, Renjun found it odd how you would only buy one particular colour palette of flowers or even just a singular flower, however as you came in more often than not with a camera bag over your shoulder along with a sketchbook poking out the top of the tote bag you carried, it started becoming clear why you would buy them.

His current theories are that you are an artist that just really liked to paint flowers (specifically pink and yellow varieties) or you're a plant mum that just has an apartment filled to the brim with colourful flowers and plants.

His first hunch was correct.

A few months ago, you had moved into Neo City in order to attend the local university and study fine art. It was an interesting place for sure. It was a quaint town yet there was always something going on, whether it be different celebrations for certain holidays or events, to small annual carnivals and parades that would happen.

During your first week of moving in, you had explored the town centre, natural curiosity getting the better of you. That was when you stumbled upon Floral Dreams. The forest green painting on the window frames along with several broad leafed plants sat outside the shop, charmed you.

You remember when you first met Renjun. It was a rainy Wednesday about a month after you had moved. Your classes had just finished and you decided to buy a small bouquet. Something to brighten your dreary dorm room. And so you headed to Floral Dreams. When you stepped into the shop, instead of the cheery greeting you would usually get from Donghyuck, you found that he was busy talking to another guy, Renjun.

Both boys had briefly glanced towards the door, with Donghyuck giving a small wave, whilst the other boy shot you a smile. He was cute.

Returning the wave with your own, you continued into the shop, looking at all the flowers, taking in their colours and scents. Five minutes had gone by and you had chosen all the flowers you had wanted and walked up to the counter to place your order.

You rang the small bell placed on the countertop and after a few seconds, the new guy from earlier emerged from the back room and properly greeted and introduced himself, Renjun.

To say he was pretty was an understatement. He had a soft smile, kind eyes and long hair which made him look ethereal. His voice was melodic. So melodic that you only snapped back to reality halfway through his sentence.

You purchased the flowers and had another look around the empty shop, this time to admire the blossoming flowers. Back at the counter, Renjun would glance at you, whilst he wrapped the bouquet, his mind thinking about your smile and vibe whilst his hands carefully wrapped the bouquet up.

When he was finished, he rang the desk bell to catch your attention. He handed you the flowers and you were on your way. Not before turning back to Renjun and shooting him one last smile with a cheerful goodbye.

From the moment you walked in, Renjun knew his heart had exploded and his slightly dull world would never be the same again.

Week after week you would come back to the shop. It was always at 4pm and it was always an hour into Renjun's shift. You guys had managed to acquaint yourselves and make small talk, with the weather and how both of you had been, being the usual topic of choice.

Today Renjun was determined to make a move. Whether it was changing the topic to be something more in depth, or giving his number to you, he was definitely going to do something. And so when you walked up to the counter to place your order, Renjun made his move. He asked the question that had been on his mind. Why in the heavens did you buy so many flowers? The laughter that followed made Renjun's heart flutter, it was beautiful.

You then proceeded to explain the reason you moved and why almost all the store's sales were from you. Upon hearing that you went to the same university he did, Renjun was enthralled and began talking about his passion for art and the history behind famous pieces.

Much to his dismay, his hands had a mind of their own, and had wrapped up your selected bouquet far too quickly for his liking. Just as you were about to grab the bouquet, Renjun let out a 'wait!' which made you pause.

He ran into the back room and came out a moment later with some ribbon along with a couple of gardenias and blue salvias. 'It'll make the bouquet look amazing, trust me' he said with that smile you had fallen for.

Once he was done, you took the flowers, bid him adieu and left, ready to take photographs of this masterpiece.

As soon as you left, Renjun let out a sigh of content and his heart started to calm down. He had a crazy idea to use what he had learned from Donghyuck, and to confess to you in the form of flowers.

It was a bold move, one that made him feel happy with himself.

Over the next couple of months the same routine would occur. You arrived, picked out flowers, ordered the bouquet, Renjun would wrap them up, you would take them, then leave.

However, as time went on, you began noticing flowers that you hadn't picked out.

For example, you had ordered a bouquet with mainly red flowers, with a couple of white ones to make it more visually appealing, however you don't really remember picking up the white camellia. Or that time you noticed a couple of yellow jasmines mixed with your sunflowers.

You eventually thought of looking up what these flowers meant. You knew one of your old high school flowers loved gardening and would often talk about flower meanings, but you had never paid any mind to them. Oh how you wish you had.

And so that's how you spent the evening on different websites looking at different meanings for all the flowers you could remember buying, and the definitions.

The morning after, you had a brilliant idea.

That next week, you came in at the usual time with a list on your phone of all the flowers you had never actually bought. You suspected that a certain someone kept slipping different flowers into your bouquet, which was actually quite sweet to you, however you were going to surprise him.

You picked out various flowers that were composed for a yellow, blue and white theme. You included the yellow jasmines and gardenias, along with the white camellias and blue salvias. Additional flowers were added and made a stunning bouquet, the best you had imagined yet.

For how quiet the shop was, your heart was thumping a lot louder than usual, despite this you walked to the till with a small smile. The normal routine went on, Renjun making conversation with you. The topic for today was conspiracies and aliens, which would usually be quite interesting to you, but your mind was in a different place.

Just as Renjun was tying the last ribbon up, a 'wait!' escaped your lips. A slightly startled Renjun paused to look at you. Dashing away to the front of the store, you picked out a red rose and walked back to where he was waiting.

Much to his surprise, you added the rose to the centre of the bouquet, pushed the bouquet towards him and then pulled out a letter that had been in your coat pocket and pushed it across the counter in his direction.

He froze. Almost everyone knew what a red rose meant.

He opened the letter. All the flowers he had given you with their meanings were listed, along with the red rose.

I love you.

Underneath was a small paragraph. His already racing heart began to explode as he read the words 'let's go on a date tomorrow' followed with your number underneath.

He looked back up to you. You were currently looking everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t Renjun.

Placing the letter down, he came around from behind the desk and hugged you. He could feel you tense up under him, however in a matter of seconds, your arms were around him, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

From the moment he met you, his heart had exploded, the colours in his world seemed to be brighter whenever you were there.

He loved hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, being in your presence.

Time felt non-existent with you.

He loved you, as much as you loved him.

And that was all he needed.

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Purpose (Jeno x you)

a/n : sorry for ranting in the previous post, but here is my first oneshot of Jeno x reader ...please leave a comment or just anything so I know what to do and not do in my future works :D

happy MLK day! Enjoy the long weekend aka monday break!

warning : major character with disability! Please proceed only if you feel okay with it. Jaehyun is your brother :D (sorry if I use hyung accidentally, it’s a habit of mine. I make my characters always calling the older brother hyung, so it sounds less “romantic”)

word count : 3.0K

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“Jeno, do you ever wonder what your purpose in life is?” you rolled to the side of your body and rested your weight on one of your supporting arms, eyes aimlessly piercing into Jeno’s side face.

The said man who was staring at the ceiling turned his head to look at you. In this small bed you share with your best friend, he pulls his face back to give some respectful distance in between.

He glances back to the ceiling and hums, “Umm interesting, let me think of it.” He ponders for a while and your hand accidentally brush his. He laughs when a sudden memory comes into his mind and he ignored your hand that’s still lingering next to his.

“Tell me! You’re laughing! Did you know your purpose of existence in life?” you shake his taller and built body. His arm really feels buff and hard right now. Sometimes you wonder where the hell did your ten years old lanky best friend go. You’re his partner in crime since third grade and both of you graduated junior school together, even now you’re counting days to your senior school graduation still with him. Only that puberty hits Jeno Lee like a truck and bam here lies a young charismatic man lying with you on your bed as if it is nothing. (Well it is nothing right? Just two best friends sharing a bed. Lmao okay sorry author is writing this at 3.30 am)

He giggles and bops your nose, “No. I am not going to answer it.”

You pout, unaware of the effect it gives to the young man beside you. “Fine, I guess my purpose in this life is to bug and bother you.” You taunt and Jeno really wants to smack your head right now, but that is something he will never do.

“Fine if your purpose is to disturb me, then my purpose is to bear with it and make sure you never go beyond your line or hurt yourself.” He says this out loud, and continues in his heart, “Again, I’ll never let anything, or anyone hurt you again.”

Jeno lifts his arm to run a smoothing hand on your hair and you’re no longer surprised by this. Actions like this is common between you and Jeno.

“I haven’t washed my hair, stop touching it,” you run your hand over your head to stop him.

He chuckles and just ignores your word, “I don’t care, it’s not dirty you know. You smell sweet.” He sniffs into your hair and indeed it is fresh. You’re being over insecure.

“Fine. So, what time is it?” you cock your head to the side, showing him you’re asking a question.

Jeno runs his eyes into the clock hanging in your room, “It’s almost five. Your brother will be home after this around six. Do you need anything?” he asks when he sees you sit up from your laying position and grabbing your cane.

You nod, “Can you bring me to the café shop by the end of the road? It’s Jaehyun’s birthday today and I want to give him a cake.”

Jeno couldn’t help but feel his heart swells with emotion. Even after the unfortunate accident that hit you and your brother on the road, but only took your vision away, you never hate your brother at all. Jeno remembers how petrified he was the day he got a call from his mother telling him to rush to the hospital because you ran into an accident.

Three years ago

“Catch me if you can! I will finish the cake before you can get any.” You taunt at your older brother and run with all your might to get home faster than he did so you can stuff the whole cake into your mouth.

Jaehyun was still paying the cake when you ran with it already. He yelled out loud to you when you ran whilst looking back into him. He was too late.

Jaehyun saw your body flew through the concrete and the box of cake you were running with was already crushed over. The owner of the van got down and quickly run you and Jaehyun to the hospital. Jaehyun hugged you throughout the way to the hospital, his white shirt is already drained in dark red blood. His happy face he had that day for turning 20 was gone. He can only wish his one and only sister will make it alive.

The hospital did their best in trying to bring your consciousness alive. Your head hit the concrete, but luckily there are no serious injuries in your head. Fractures are found in your left side of the body but what hurts Jaehyun and your parents the most, was the fact that you will not be seeing anything in less than three months.

The experts were called, and everyone agreed that sadly nothing can be done to prevent you from facing the total darkness. From the age of 14 you lost your sight, you lost your friends, you lost your confidence, you lost your will to live. You wanted to die, but Jeno would never let that happen. He saw potentials inside you, and he saw the beauty you have within your heart that more people should see.

Jeno was the first non-family member to visit you after the news was spread. He was the first one to stay by your side and the last one from your school society.

You were suggested to move to a special need school, but with Jeno’s constant reassurance and help you stay with him in the regular school. After school, Jeno will accompany you learn braille and follow you to your post-traumatic therapy too. He even listened to the specialist called to teach you how to walk with a cane and how to use your cane as your second eye. He did struggle a lot to not play around with your service dog, because Goldy (your golden retriever who helps you walk in public) is not supposed to be friendly, Goldy needs to be alert!

Your family luckily didn’t abandon you, but they were sadly not in the same country as you were right now. Today, you’re only living with Jaehyun and Jeno is practically your neighbour from the flat next door.

Jeno actually did not want to bring you to the same store that caused the dreadful unfortunate event to happen to you. Not in the same day, on the same spot.

“You sure? I can buy it for you while you wait here.” He sounds worried that your post traumatic nerves might act up and calming you down in a crowded room is not easy.

You nod your head, “It’s been three years Jeno. Don’t worry. Jaehyun has never eaten that cake for three years! He did not want to go there. I guess my brother is more traumatized than me. I also want that damn cake.” You already stand up and grab a jacket. Without his help, you’re already good in dressing up. If you wear glasses, no one will know about your condition. The fractures healed perfectly, your face is still as pretty as one can be, it’s just that your eyeball did not spark life in them.

Jeno sighs, he can do nothing if you’re this persistent. “Okay, but please just this time hold my hands okay?”

You nod. Usually you ask Jeno to just walk beside you a several step behind, just to guard you. You’re good in walking with the help of Goldy. You never want to be a burden, although Jeno repeatedly tells you he doesn’t see you as a burden.

The tall man also takes his jacket and wallet. He stands by your side, gives his arm to you and you take it gently. Your right hand is holding Goldy’s leash and with Jeno by your side, three of you make your way to the bakery.

“Nice weather, it’s not crowded eh?” you ask when you feel the gentle breeze and rather quiet sound of the road. Usually this road is busy but not at the moment.

“Yes, I think it’s not the rush hours yet. We should hurry before it gets crowded. Hold on tight we’re crossing the road.” Jeno looks right and left. When he feels your grip tighten, he smiles to himself as he crosses the road with you carefully. Finally, you’re not as stubborn as usual!

You step into the store and automatically a smile comes to your face when the fragrance smell of sweet fresh baked pastries tickle your nose. “Hmmm this is yummy! We should consider living next to a bakery Jen!” you excitedly squeeze his arm you’re still holding on to and Jeno just smiles at your remarks.

“Do you want to sit down? I can order you a tea while they customize the cake.” Jeno asks, you deny it saying that you just want to go back quick before Jaehyun did.

So, after you do your ordering and finished the payment, Jeno only has to help with writing down the customized message. After 15 minutes, the box is set in Jeno’s right hand while his left hand is occupied with your firm grip.

You enjoy the short walking distance, simply enjoying the light breeze of the gentle wind and stopping for a moment to inhale the different smell in every block.

With your sharp nose, you know when you’ve passed by the coffee shop, the flower boutique, and your favourite Pizza place. You’ve ordered food for dinner and they’re already in your kitchen, you just need to reheat it.

Jaehyun drives his car back home, it’s a wonderful day. He got promoted thanks to the successful product launching his team did last month and today is also his birthday. Although a small part of his heart still grief over his own sister’s lost of sight on his birthday, he always try to cover that guilt because you’ve been repeatedly telling him not to bother it. He doesn’t know what he did in the previous life to actually deserves a really sincere and kind sister like you. That is also why Jaehyun loves you with all his might and heart.

He steps his foot into the comfortable apartment he shares home with his sister, and a trail of laugh echoes through the room when he sees you and Jeno holding a cake with a well decorated place. Jeno rushed his décor, simply putting on Happy Birthday Jaehyun balloons and draping a golden curtain over the bare walls.

“Happy Birthday Jaeeee!!” you scream on top of your lungs and open your arms wide. Jaehyun picks you up in his hug and turns you around, “Thank you! And you too Jeno!” he pats the younger’s shoulder.

“Blow the candles!!” you clap your hands and Jaehyun did what you say. He wipes a tear that escapes his eyes but quickly covers it up with a smile. He secretly wishes so that your smile will always be this wide and he wishes to experience more happy times with you.

“Both of you don’t have to do this you know,” Jaehyun says after putting the final heated up dish on the dining table. Although he is the one having birthday, he didn’t want you to set the table up. So, here you are seated on your chair, with Jeno on the other side.

“She insisted.” Jeno snickers.

You swear if he is on your side right now, you’ll slap him. Lucky he is far from your reach.

“Can’t you just be thankful hyung?” you roll your eyes and hufth.

Jaehyun lovingly ruffles your hair and kisses your cheek “Araseo, Thank you sweetie and you too Jeno! Thanks for dealing with this super annoying princess.” His tone sounds playful and you laugh at it.

“Jeno is whipped for me, he won’t bother having to take care of me all the time. Right Jeno?” you ask him this as a matter of keeping the spirit up. It’s as if you’re only playing around to Jaehyun’s joke but deep inside your heart… you did wish Jeno will want to take care of you til death takes you away from him.

“Stop that (y/n)! You’re making him uncomfortable,” Jaehyun mumbles as the three of you start digging into the dinner.

Jeno just laughs along, he is used to the two of you teasing and bickering with each other. He loves witnessing this and being in it. He loves the warm feeling of being “home” whenever you are around. “Tell him the truth Jeno! Did you hate me for being annoying?” you suddenly feel a bit sad to ask him this. What if Jaehyun is right? What if Jeno is actually tired of you? Afterall he can get way better and prettier girls. Why did he stay with you if he doesn’t like you. You used to ask yourself that when you feel lonely at night.

Jeno looks into you and into Jaehyun. He somewhat senses you feeling down about asking this and that hurts his heart. After glancing at Jaehyun, and receiving a nod from the older brother. Jeno finally answers your question.

“You’re not annoying. Even if you are sometimes, you’re my annoying princess. Look, don’t be sad… I’ll never leave your side okay?” Jeno reaches his hand out to take yours into his. He gently take your palm into his and his thumb strokes your palm calmly. Sending a reassuring feeling to you.

You feel your cheeks burning and your stomach bursting with butterflies. Your heart can explode right now, with this soft touch of Jeno and how his sure answer ends all of your silly scenarios.

“You will never leave my side?” You echo back to him.

Jaehyun winks to Jeno and secretly leaves his chair. You snap your head to the side (luckily the right side because Jaehyun is on your right) “Where are you going?”

Jaehyun mumbles a quick excuse, “Needed to call someone for work, just remember… sorry it’s urgent, go continue without me.”

You return your head to face Jeno and the young boy is already thinking of his next line.

His thumb caresses your hand again and you love that sensation.

“So, to answer your previous answer... I love you (y/n).” his sincere honey deep voice sooths your ear and a warm sensation envelopes your heart.

“I love you and I will never leave you. I’ll be by your side just like now, until forever. Don’t feel bad for needing my help, I’m always happy when I can help you. Instead, I feel sad when I see you trying to do everything by yourself… It’s like you didn’t want my help.” Your bestfriend explains his own feeling to you.

You quickly shake your head, “Sorry Jeno, I didn’t mean to reject your help. Gosh, I’m just feeling like I’ve asked too much from you and that I should stop. It’s my fault.”

Jeno stands and moves to sit next to you, he brings a strand of hair away from your face clearing the view he loves and he wishes to wake up to every day.

“Don’t worry, I know you don’t mean it. Now, don’t hesitate to call me okay? I’ll be here for you.” Jeno gently touches your chin.

You nod and blush, “I love you too Jeno, it’s mutual.” You lean in closer, wishing Jeno can catch your signal and leads you to the thing you secretly put in your number one wishlist to do with Jeno.

He gets your signal, with a small smile the sweet man pulls you slowly into his face and as you tilt your head to the side, Jeno’s lips finally found yours.

It was fleeting but the sensation lingers for a while. You’re still busy controlling your heart beat when you feel Jeno already disappear from your side and Jaehun’s foot steps come into the kitchen again.

“So, what did I miss?” he looks into both of you, but judging through the red faces both of you have, he just lets out a small cough and giggles.

“Who’s ready for the desert? Cake is here!” he quickly takes the plates and cuts the cake into smaller portions.

You can successfully focus back on the dinner and continues talking around while enjoying the sweet chocolate mousse cake.

Dinner ends nicely, Jaehyun pushes both of you to the living room while he insists on washing the dishes with loud music blasting on his earphone. He is glad finally both of them come our to each other. He’s frustrated whenever he sees the clear mutual feelings both of you are trying to supress.

Turns out today is indeed a good day.

Jeno hugs you from the side when both of you sit at the sofa. He is cuddling you, who is sleepy from the filling dinner.

“Jeno, did you remember the question I asked you earlier?” you suddenly bring this topic up.

He hums, and holds your hand in his, “I did, I think I know my answer.”

You raise your brow, “What is it? Tell me.”

He steals a quick peck from your lips, “I’m going to find my purpose of living slowly with you by my side. We’ll explore new things everyday together, and when one day I really find my purpose, I’ll make sure you are there and you know it.”

You feel like all the chains and nightmares clinging into your subconsciousness is broken free. The insecure feelings of being less perfect is gone and you trust Jeno with all your heart that he loves you and he will not leave you.

You smile and run a hand on his jawline, “Then I will also hold your hand as I find my purpose in this life too. Thank you Jeno, for always staying by my side. I promise I will also be here for you whenever you feel like the world is against you.”

He kisses your knuckle of the hand that touches his cheek, “I know darling, now if you’re tired just sleep.”

You close your eyes and shifts your body until it is comfortable enough to hug him from the side while leaning into him. “Thank you and I love you Jeno.”

He whispers back, “Love you most (y/n). Sleep tight, sweet dreams” he pecks your forehead and stays until you’re asleep.

Tonight indeed is a good day for everyone of you!

end.

tell me what you think xD

XOXO, cosmic

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hangekitty · 4 years ago

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Birthday Special Headcanons

Birthday headcanons for @velvetheichou as it’s her birthday today!! So some of these may seem a little specific, but I did write it as an x reader for everyone else to enjoy!

Summary: it’s your birthday, your BF is Miche and you live with Levi and Erwin.

Genre: mostly fluff, mentions of smut

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, a couple NSFW headcanons, 18+

Universe: modern universe

A/N: this is only a short little thing for my IRL friend, I wrote this whilst getting ready for work so is it rushed? Yes I’m sorry, was this fun? Absolutely. Happy Birthday Amie 🌸🌙👑

Setting the scene: you live with Miche (your BF), Levi and Erwin (who are a couple) in a shared house. It’s your birthday and you have some surprises ahead of you...

- let’s start off with the main G, your doting BF waking you up with breakfast in bed. He would lay out a large spread filled with all your favourite things.

- Let’s face it, birthday sex would be a thing, but not till later because Levi and Erwin are waiting downstairs for you.

- Doesn’t stop Miche from being a little filthy with you (if you wanted it 👀)

- if the two of you did do the nasty, he would most certainly eat you out, 100% like it’s basically canon than he is great at head; you can’t convince me otherwise.

- Okay but like Miche would want to give you your birthday presents privately, guarantee he has bought you a dress or clothes that you’ve been wanting (and unable to afford). Miche would usually treat you to clothes any time of the year, but he’d make sure to get something extra special for your birthday.

- Miche has also bought you some pamper stuff (particularly Lush because Nanaba works there and gets discounts; means more products amirite)

- So after you shower and do your makeup, you put on your birthday gift (let’s say a dress), you go downstairs and Miche, Levi and Erwin are waiting for you, ready with party poppers. Levi and Erwin pop theirs, but Miche is way too in awe that he misses his queue

- Also can we appreciate the image of Levi popping a party popper, like he isn’t enthusiastic (he feels it, but he doesn’t show it)

- Levi would get you something that is specific to you, if you have a certain interest (or hyperfixation if we’re being honest) he would get you merch. Autographed picture from Lady Gaga? Band t-shirt? He’s got you that.

- Erwin, probably needed help the most from Levi and Miche to know what to get you. He would originally buy you something generic like a book, or a box set from a TV show you’ve never seen. So after talking the others, Erwin would go out his way to buy concert tickets. Let’s say,,,Download? Miche would get his own ticket ofc

- So basicaly the boys arrange a birthday party for you, during the day you get up to whatever you want; shopping trip? Miche will treat you to whatever you want. Trip to the cinema? You pick the movie, and as much as you insist on paying for your own ticket and/or food Miche will pay. This mans goal is to give you the best day.

- In the late afternoon, you go to your favourite restaurant, ordering whatever you like. Depending on how expensive the day is, you will probably pay towards the bill (mainly out of guilt, you wouldn’t want to make Miche broke)

- It’s romantic, candlelit and seated by the window; you watch the sunset as you eat the best damn thing in your life.

- At the party; so all of your friends are invited, even friends of Erwin and Levi; let’s just say it’s crowded to say the least.

- The playlist fucking slaps, not only is a mixture of your playlist and everyone’s requests, you have the special addition of anime music to which Erwin is like huh?? And Levi is like 🙄 but it’s your party and you can totally play Judgement from the DMCB soundtrack if you want to

- Miche brings out a cake with candles (as many candles as your age) for you to blow out, all of the party guests sing to you and cheer as you blow out the candles.

- Hange probably already started drinking, so you can hear them louder than anyone else.

- The cake is delicious of course, but the fact that there are so many paper plates around, it puts Levi on edge and he will most definitely be doing the tidying up.

- Alcohol, lots of it

- Of course as soon as a bit of Alcohol reaches Miche’s lips he is outside smoking a cig

- Nile is out there with him, but he’s a bit of a chain smoker anyway

- The look on Levi’s face when Erwin tries a cig, he definitely struggles and coughs every time

- “No, Erwin you cannot request Piano Man by Billy Joel”

- “No, Erwin, Country Roads it off limits too - at least until we get more pissed then MAYBE”

- Levi doesn’t get drunk, he is the baby sitter after all, but will probs have a glass of wine to last him the night

- Erwin doesn’t get too drunk either, but he is definitely the one with the champagne

- Miche gets tipsy but not,,,terrible lmao

- Hange however, whew goes fucking feral. If they aren’t dancing and doing slut drops, they are hornee and will attempt to drunkenly seduce Moblit who is FAR TOO DRUNK for any of that.

- There will definitely be some party games like the ring of fire, drunk charades and an ATTEMPT at musical chairs, but at this point, most guests are too far gone for that; again, putting Levi on edge and making sure no one hurts themselves.

- The night ends with Hange and Moblit staying in the guest bedroom because they drank the most, Levi and Erwin going to bed mostly sober so Levi can perform his nightly routine; I can totally see him having a whole pamper sesh before he gets into bed.

- You go to bed, the room slightly spinning and you can feel your whole body in waves; this hangover is going to be too much. Luckily superhero Miche is there with the water and some toast/bread. “Eat this before you sleep, you’ll be grateful in the morning”

- The last few moments of consciousness is spent cuddling into Miche’s chest. “Happy Birthday my sweet”

#miche zacharias #mike zacharias #aot hange #attack on titan #erwin smith #Levi Ackerman #aot headcanons #personal

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captainshyguy · 4 years ago

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not to be a little melancholic but i've been thinking a bit about all the people that have come and gone in my general social circle like. not just irl, but online too. the close friends, who eventually left, and the ones on the outskirts, but were always there. at least, for a time. the people you never quite talked to, but were in your bubble, in your life, if just for a bit. the people who will only be icon, words on a screen to me. the people who will forever be 14 in my memories, because its all i have of them

its just...its weird yknow? not even getting into social circles from school, friends you grew apart from, friends of friends of friends in your class that you had an odd connection with

but online its like. i’ve been in a few online communities in my time. the penguins of madagscar community on fanpop, one for the same fandom on deviantart, the agents of shield one here, then the maze runner, then star wars, then mario, then star wars again...i’d say ‘and hollow knight now’ but lets be honest, i haven’t made....many friends or even mutuals through it solely X]

i guess my point is like. all of these communities were different people. and over time, whilst i’ve generally stayed put (until i was physically the last one left, and jumped ship, like fanpop) people just. they left yknow? maybe it took a couple of months, maybe a couple of years, but they did, and its such an almost...odd thing to experience

im not saying people cant leave, not at all but it just made me think how many people i’ve known, how many i’ve been friends with, how many existed in my orbit. how many i only have pieces of. and i guess...how many people’s orbits i was in. the person i was in the past lives on through each and every one of then, and i have no idea what stuck. what’s their ‘luke’ memory, their takeway. heck, some of them wouldn't even have it by that name.

one thing im glad about in a way is like. from each of the communities that like. meant something to me, i managed to grab a few people almost. a few that also dug their heels in, a few that are still in my orbit, however close or far, but they’re there. they’re posting actively or somewhat actively and i know where to find them. and thats nice

it just makes me wonder sometimes yknow?? how many people currently in my circle, currently in my orbit, will eventually leave one day? who will stop posting, who’s icon i simply will never see again.

i do hope, with all my heart, that all the ones that i fell out of touch with are doing well

(im musing about specific people under the read more, WILL get long kjdfhnd)

from my primary/secondary school i dont have anyone exactly. the closest i have is one guy i was pretty fond of but not like. romantically. i follow his youtube and whilst i dont really watch the videos seeing his face pop up every now and again is nice. but man i do think back on those secondary school friends. funnily enough by the end whilst i liked my “official” best friends i honestly ended up more fond of others. sarah, priya, shriya, zarah, zi yu, kyle. danny, introducing me to treasure planet, hiding away with him and his friends to watch films in forgotten rooms when it was near the end of the year, then liam, of course, man..its weird he was my best friend in the first few years when i moved there, then we got put in different classes so we just didnt see eahc other much. but that fondness was always, always there. god, and jake....i wonder if he thinks back fondly to the two of us pretending to be transformers. i wonder if im still jazz to him. god, and then sophia, just, not even hanging out but having our little ‘hot buttered toast’ song. i hope thats the memory she has of me. (i haven’t even listed everyone from this part, and i couldnt! it was a 7-8 year period of my life! right during my brain developmental stages!!)

its weird i was in love with ryan for nearly three years. a lot of those memories are soured knowing one of my friends spread it around school and everyone secretly knew, (and looking back i was way out of his league like, morally lol) but still. maybe once or twice a year i’ll dream about him, and for a brief moment, im there, sitting with him in geography as he shows me magic tricks, during that period i do genuinely think he liked me too (before it wore off for him lol) and im still in love.

from college, man....ewan was like. i have a feeling he was leading me on since he had a girlfriend lmao, and was just flirting for fun bc he saw i was shy and was trying to get me to react, but it never felt like bullying yknow? i dont think he was actively trying to make fun of me. so i dont know, it was nice, it felt nice and it still kinda does.

khairun.....im so glad i still have her. i’m still a little gay for her. i remember sitting with her on the bus, riding for hours as we were on the geology trip, and she would ramble about the game of thrones video game and she’d squint so happily and her eyes would sparkle. she talks about dark souls now and i only see her messages, but i can still feel her enthusiasm. or tanisha and fatima, my other geology friends, my maze runner friends. seeing the scorch trials with fatima in the cinema. joking about newt and thomas with tanisha. sitting around the table with my actual friend group, in the big lounge chair reading the tolkien dictonary, joking about the flash with bindiya. sleeping around maddie’s house and playing would you rather.

heck, i didnt even touch on teachers!!! teachers i connected with so much on a genuine level!!! mrs chambers, mr hauge, mr wrght, miss lloyd, mr hutchinson, miss petra, mrs young! mrs mohammed, mr santa maria, mr longdon, miss langley, mrs maize, miss davies. i know with teachers, the kids must start to blur together at a point. but i just....i hope, at least. with those first two, they’ll remember me, just a bit. i keep having dreams where im in my old school, and i try to find them., i’ve found mr hague a few times. but until about a month ago, whenever i got to geography, miss chambers was never there. im glad i finally found her.

then fanpop...lexii, having the same birthday as me, talking with kait and roleyplaying as penguin ocs in high stakes situations. dating dylan fkjdngjdh, rigging the club’s presidential election. its weird, i dont have a lot of memories from this time. just....just people? people posting their ocs, people drawing ech others ocs. kaitlyn, anya, kait, dylan, lexii, imaneasel, mya, peacebaby, madascargirl, kate, starslight, imogen, tressa, sammi, crystal, cc, syliva, jasmine, hikari, amber, yellow, steff, lilly, blue, richard, monique, sharpey, hannah, icicle, ratking, cian i- god, there was so many of us. theres more, i can think of more names. there was so many

anya did what i did pretty much and went to deviantart then kinda dug her heels in and didnt leave, though i don think she’s more active on toyhouse. and yet, i still see her art there, so its nice. having her throughout the years has been nice, watching as both of our art improves. she’s always been a bit ahead of me. then cian i’ve been talknig with pretty much every day for about 6 months now, thats been nice

and then here, man! the agents of shield fandom! man! i dont remember a lot of names honestly besides the ones who stayed, and sam. i hope sam’s okay. y’all who stayed, who are still mutuals, the hm....five of us i think? though the one ofy’all i was closest to isnt around as often X[ but still. im happy y’all are here

some of y’all that have been around long enoguh will know i was best friends with kacie for a while. from....i think that was my brief stint in the dan and phil fandom. she. well. she’s okay, the last i heard of her. but my overtalking screwed that up i think. my last message from her, a few years later, was amicable at least. i still feel awful about that if i think on it too hard

i think i only picked up ronan from the maze runner, at least, that i talk to, yeah, right, there’s two others that are still about but i dont think we’ve ever held a convo X]

and u current peeps! from mario, star wars and.....im not quite sure where for some of you! i love u all! especially y’all that have been around forever, just, liking each others posts every now and again., i dont know how many people you all follow, but i follow less than a 100. i might only be a blip on your radar, but i like seeing y’all, genuinely. thank you for being in my orbit. i hope i’m a comforting or at least. nice reliable presence in yours, for as long as we all stick around.

#and i just. i could go on!!! i could!!! so many peopek from school i knew even if just a tony bit #peopel in my classes whos last names are starting to escape me but the firsts are still there!#the people who's names are all but gone #but the faces are there #i just....god #where you make friends and go through school you meet so many people #so many!!!!#and then online friends and communities just expands on that exponentially!!!#so many people!!!#so many people live inside me!!!#and im a bit in love with a franction of them! just from the memories and nostalgia!#[insert quirrel voice here] all tragedy erased...i see only wonders #well. mostly gfkjdhndhjkfhdf #luke rambles #a BIG BOY RAMBLE TODAY MAN #i just.#this was on my mind all last night when i was trying to sleep #i am a little afraid of losing close communities im in now im not gonna life #*lie #but im hoping i can keep close with people from each for the long haul #becuase like. im not leaving tumblr until this palce suhts down dkjgnkgsgd #same with discord #with deviantart

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nostalgiabones · 5 years ago

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Alone, But Not Really // Single Dad!Ashton AU

A/N: well! It’s about time we had some Ashton on my blog. This is really different for me! It’s the most angsty thing i’ve ever written so please let me know what you think. It’s over 6000 words which is ridiculous lmao. Shoutout to @i-calumhood for being so supportive and helping me out with this! ❤️(Possible TW of death - but nothing in detail)

“Ashton? We have someone important for you to meet when we get to the buses.”

Cory’s voice broke Ashton from his thoughts, from where he was bouncing Adalyn in his arms, trying to keep her entertained with the multi-coloured rattle in her grasp. He had no idea what day or time it was, or even where they were. It was their first day back touring after over a year off, as well as being Ashton’s first time touring as a parent; more specifically, as a single parent.

The crew had been in two minds about how to handle the situation, ever since the tour was planned and announced. There was no way that Ashton would go on tour and leave her behind. Having just passed her first birthday, she was well and truly attached and reliant on Ashton, and he would not be that parent. He knew how it felt to have a parent leave, and he could never put his sweet baby girl through that. They knew he’d sooner turn down a tour than go without her, so there was never any doubt that Ada would be joining them.

Ashton was stubborn. They all knew that.

He was reluctant to accept help when it came to his daughter. It had only been seven months since he’d been forced into becoming a single parent. He had been her sole parent for more than half of her life. He could do it; he could be her dad, and they didn’t need anyone else. But that was whilst they were at home, and he didn’t have the band to focus on; tour had always been a mental battle for them all, and adding a baby to the mix was bound to make it much more difficult.

That was where you came in; babysitting for families every weekend had become a side job to earn a little extra money, mostly spending a few hours on a Saturday night watching Disney movies, or playing hide and seek. It was never anything too intense. That was until you received a phone call from a member of 5 Seconds of Summer’s management, asking if you wanted to join their tour, to help out with Ashton’s daughter.

It was a decision you hadn’t taken lightly. It would mean being away for a good chunk of the year, and babysitting a child you had never met, travelling around with a close knit crew that you had never been a part of. But, it would also give you the chance to travel around the world with an extremely talented band, and get to know them as well as Ada. You’d always wanted to explore the world, and this was a perfect opportunity to do so.

“Someone important? What do you mean?” Ashton questioned, making sure he had a good grip on Ada as the band started to move through the airport, to head to the tour buses. He didn’t know why this person would only be important to him. The crew were reluctant to make him aware of the situation. They knew he felt as though he didn’t need the help, and he didn’t want it. They thought otherwise; they had no doubts about his abilities as a father, but they just wanted what was best for him.

“You’ll see. Just please, have an open mind.”

Ashton was too tired and jet lagged to try and work out who was waiting for him on the bus. All he wanted to do was pass out in his bunk with Ada, so they could both catch up on some well needed sleep. They had a few days to rehearse and such before the first show, which he was grateful for.

You had flown out at a little earlier than them, already moving some of your things onto the bus, and trying to get settled in. The situation had been explained to you; they’d warned you that it might take Ashton a while to warm up to you, and accept your help. But you understood that leaving a baby in the care of someone he didn’t know would be worrying, especially when the two of them were so used to it being just them.

Hanging around the car park with a few other members of the crew, you spotted the band finally making their way towards the bus. Your heart melted at the sleepy baby girl settled in Ashton’s arms, her messy dark blonde curls a contrast to her dad’s jet black hair. They had matching slightly grumpy expressions, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted, clearly ready for some sleep.

“There you are! We have some people we’d like you to meet.” Cory greeted you, and you were happy to see a familiar face. You’d met and spoken to him before, and you felt a little less nervous now that he was there to introduce you. “This is Ashton, and Ada.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ashton. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You held your hand out for him to shake, which he did, the confused expression not leaving his face.

“Can someone explain what’s going on?” He asked, the situation still not becoming any clearer to him. He didn’t want to be rude. But he had just gotten off of a long haul flight, and he didn’t see why this conversation was so important.

“She’s here to help out with Ada.” Cory explained, watching as Ashton took a deep breath at his words, trying to conceal the urge to roll his eyes. “Just an extra pair of hands, for when you’re on stage or needed elsewhere. I know you said you don’t need help, and we believe you, but we just want what’s best for you. This is just to help you out, okay?”

Ashton was ambivalent about the situation. On one hand, he knew they were just trying to make things easier for him, to give him a break when he would need it. On the other hand, he was a fully capable father, and the thought of leaving Ada with someone that he didn’t know made him feel slightly sick.

He decided not to bite back. As frustrated as he felt, he didn’t want to make a bad first impression on you, especially if you were about to spend the next few months helping him to raise his daughter.

“Okay.” He affirmed, sending you a slightly forced, but warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you too. We have a lot to talk about.”

Cory sent you a reassuring smile and squeezed your shoulder, the small gesture of encouragement making you feel more welcome. You knew Ashton meant no harm; the introduction could have gone much worst. The first few nights were bound to be awkward, maybe even the first few weeks. You were living on the same bus as them, so you would be on hand to help out with Ada whenever Ashton needed you.

“Hey, i’m Calum.” You were pulled into a warm hug, introducing yourself to the tall, heavily tattooed bass player. “Don’t let him scare you off. He’s very protective over Ada, but he’ll come around. It’s good to have you with us.”

“Thank you, Calum.” You replied, starting to feel less uncomfortable as you were made to feel more welcome by the rest of the band.

“Come on, i’ll introduce you to the rest of the family.”

***

“It usually takes a while to get her to sleep.”

You were left alone with Ashton and Ada for the first time, knowing that you needed to break the ice between the three of you, in order to get them to trust you. It almost felt like you were back at school; Ashton reeling off rules and information off the top of his head as you tried to take it all in, nodding understandingly as he spoke.

Ashton was trying his best to not be so opposed to the situation. It wasn’t your fault. You seemed caring, friendly and willing to help out in any way that you could, and he appreciated that. He just couldn’t stop the nagging voice in his head that told him that he didn’t need you, and that he was fully capable on his own.

“I don’t really know how her routine is going to work on tour.” He continued to explain, as he continued to unpack the seemingly never ending supply of nappies and baby grows, organising them into piles. “We had a good routine at home, but I don’t think it’ll work as smoothly here. She loves her uncles. She’ll get too excited to sleep if they’re around, so we’ll need to find somewhere quiet to settle her.”

“I’m sure we can do that.” You reassured him, trying to take everything on board. He was still balancing Ada in his arms, her little hands clinging to his t-shirt as he moved around the kitchen. You were reluctant to ask him if you could hold her, but you pushed the reluctance to the back of your mind and decided to ask anyway. “Do you want me to take her whilst you sort your things out?”

You saw the hesitance on his face at your question, taking a deep breath and kissing her cheek before nodding in your direction. “I’m right here, okay sweetheart?”

You took her into your arms and settled her in your lap, so she could still watch what Ashton was doing from where you were sat on the sofa.

“Hi, Ada.” You cooed softly, stroking her cheek gently and cuddling her, so she felt safe in your hold. Her big green eyes were curiously studying your face, almost as if she was trying to work out if she knew you, and if she felt okay being held by you. “She has such beautiful eyes, Ashton.”

He smiled at your words, a sadness seeming to take over his demeanor as he acknowledged your words. He paused for a moment, glancing at her in your arms before replying, “she looks like her mum.”

Ashton avoided your gaze after he mentioned Ada’s mum, almost like he couldn’t bare to look at you or her in that moment. Being a single parent was tough in any circumstances. But you had a feeling there was something so painful about their situation; that there was more to it than her just getting up and leaving one day. You had so many questions. No one had told you how he ended up as a single father, and as much as you wanted to ask, the sadness in his eyes told you not to. It was far too early for that. He’d tell you when he was ready.

The three of you sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence for a little longer, as Ashton finished sorting out all of their belongings. Ada got a little restless in your arms, reaching out for Ashton and crying “dada!” until he took her back into his embrace.

“Hi, sleepy baby.” He murmured to her, wrapping his arms around her and stroking through her hair. He looked as though he had missed her for the ten minutes that he hadn’t been holding her for, and you knew it was gonna take a lot longer for him to warm up to leaving her with you. “I’m gonna try and put her down. You can go and find the guys, if you want.”

You nodded and watched as he kissed her pouty lips, grabbing the warm bottle of milk from the microwave and heading to the back where the bunks were. It was clear he just wanted some time with her, and you understood. Walking out of the band’s bus, you headed to the where the rest of the crew were staying, trying to find some familiar faces.

“Hey, there you are. I’m Luke, by the way.” You recognised the blonde haired front man, accepting the friendly hug that he’d pulled you into. “I hear you’re gonna be staying on the bus with us. I hope we don’t scare you off too quickly.”

“If anyone is gonna do that, it’s Ashton.” Another voice piped up, who you soon learned to be Michael. “How are things going with him?”

“I mean, he let me hold her? So I think we’ve made some progress.” You replied, watching as Calum raised his thick eyebrows in surprise.

“He did? You’re doing well so far.” Calum scoffed, patting your shoulder reassuringly. It was slow and steady progress, but hearing their words made you feel a little better. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

***

Later that night, you and the three other members of the band finally made your way back to the bus, finding Ashton and Ada fast asleep on the sofa in the back room. Calum gently shook Ashton’s shoulder, waking him up so he could put Ada down and head to bed instead of sleeping on the sofa.

“Do you want me to take her? I can change her and put her to bed, if you like.” You offered, clearly seeing how tired he was and hoping you’d get a little more time with Ada, so she could get to know you.

“It’s okay, I got it.” Ashton replied, almost coldly, moving to grab Ada’s pyjamas, as she began to stir in his arms. “Shh, it’s alright, baby girl.”

You tried to hide the disappointment in your eyes as you watched them together, trying to think rationally and tell yourself that it was the first night, and he still wasn’t fully comfortable with idea of you being there.

“He’ll come around.” Calum reaffirmed softly, also noticing how you seemed a little deflated by Ashton’s words. “He just needs time.”

***

A few days later and there had been no major improvements; you’d held Ada whilst she napped a few times, and helped Ashton out by changing her and making her bottles.

Your relationship with him hadn’t had made much progress. You tried to be patient, tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t personal to you, it was him telling himself that he didn’t need any help. But the day of the first show had finally come around, therefore, it would be the first time Ada would be left alone with you.

“30 minutes until stage, guys.”

The atmosphere backstage was buzzing, the adrenaline and anticipation for the first show building more and more as time went by. Ashton was rocking Ada in his arms, hoping to get her to sleep before he had to leave so she wouldn’t notice that he was gone. But what he had previously told you proved true - she loved her uncles, and had no interest in sleeping when she knew they were around. Her wide eyes were eagerly looking around the green room, the heavy Australian rock music sounding through the speakers not helping to make a calm environment for her to fall asleep in.

“If she needs me, please come and get me.” Ashton told you, pressing several kisses to Ada’s forehead as he prepared to hand her over to you. “She’ll probably want a bottle soon and then go to sleep. But if she doesn’t, I can come and get her.”

“We’ll be just fine, Ashton.” You reassured him, knowing there is no way you would be allowed to disturb the show, no matter what Ashton wanted. You felt confident that you wouldn’t need to though, and that she’d be fine. “Go have fun, okay? She’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

He reluctantly handed her over to you, making sure she settled in your arms before grabbing his in-ears to prepare for the show. He didn’t take his eyes from her for as long as he could, making sure she wasn’t crying or didn’t look uncomfortable.

“Wave goodbye to daddy, Ada.” You cooed to her, grabbing her tiny hand in your larger one and waving it in Ashton’s direction, as you followed them to the stage. All four members fist bumped you and Ada as they left, soon learning that this was their pre show tradition, and they did it to every crew member in sight. “We’ll be okay for a few hours, won’t we?”

Ashton went out there and gave the show his all, like he always did. It felt good to be back on stage. He needed the release. It had been over a year since they’d done a show, and he felt great.

He couldn’t stop the looming thought that he had left Ada, that she’d be upset, and wondering where he was. He didn’t want the show to end, but on the other hand, he did. He wanted to shower and cuddle Ada and hold her as she fell asleep; his sweet baby girl.

Ashton all but threw his drumsticks as soon as the show was over and ran off stage, demanding to know where Ada was and if she was okay. When he couldn’t find you backstage and he was told you’d gone back to the bus, he was convinced something had gone wrong.

The sound of the door to the bus swinging open startled you, as you weren’t expecting the guys to be back for a little longer. You were so relieved; the first show had gone well. Ada wouldn’t settle backstage so you’d taken her back to the bus, changing her into her cosy pyjamas and giving her a bottle. She had been a dream, falling asleep after you’d rocked her in your arms, and not making a sound since.

“There you are.” Ashton sighed in relief, almost as if he was expecting you to be elsewhere. His heart melted as his eyes landed upon Ada curled into your chest, fast asleep, warm and content under the fluffy blanket you had wrapped her in. “Was she okay?”

“She’s was perfect, Ashton.” You replied, rubbing your hand up and down Ada’s back as she shifted in her sleep. “I just came back here because it’s quieter, and it’ll get her used to sleeping on the bus. I gave her a bottle and she went straight to sleep.”

It felt foreign to Ashton to see Ada fall asleep on someone who wasn’t him. He had rocked her to sleep pretty much every night for the past seven months, feeling calm and at peace when she fell asleep on him, her gentle breathing managing to slow his racing thoughts. It made him think that maybe she didn’t need him quite as much as he thought she did.

Seeing her asleep on your chest made his heart ache in a different way. It made him think of when she used to fall asleep on her mum, back when he wasn’t doing this all alone. It was hard to see. It made him wish that she had a mum. One that could be here to love and take care of her, like she had for the first five months of her life, before it all got snatched away.

“Thank you.” He murmured soflty, a sincerity in his eyes as you smiled back at him. “I appreciate it.”

“This is what I’m here for, Ashton.”

***

Some days, it felt like you’d taken two steps forward and three steps back.

A few weeks into the tour, Ashton was starting to warm up to your help and trust you more, after you’d managed to take care of Ada every night whilst he was on stage with only a few minor bumps. He had his moments; where he turned cold and all but ignored you, wanting to keep Ada to himself. Today was one of those days; much to everyone’s dismay, Ada had managed to catch a chest infection, and Ashton didn’t want to let her out of his sight.

“Ash, we need to go.” Calum told him cautiously, having been instructed by their manager to coax him away from Ada and off of the bus. They had an afternoon of promo and interviews followed by a show and it wasn’t appropriate for Ada to be there, especially when she wasn’t feeling good. You were meant to be taking care of her, but Ashton was reluctant to leave her behind.

“I told you, I’m not leaving her.” Ashton replied sternly, running a hand through Ada’s messy curls as she snuggled into his chest, coughing sadly. “She needs me today, you can go without me.”

“She doesn’t need you, Ashton. She needs taking care of, which will still happen if you come with us.” Calum’s words seemed harsh and he didn’t want to piss Ashton off, but it could be difficult when he was so stubborn and would refuse to listen to anyone. “I know you worry about her, but she’s gonna be fine for a few hours without you.”

“That’s what I’m here for Ashton, I can take care of her.” You reassured him, reaching out to rub Ada’s back in an attempt to get him to give her to you. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“You promise to text if you need anything or if she gets worst?” Ashton demanded, sending a glare of annoyance in Calum’s direction, even though he knew rationally that it wasn’t his fault.

“Of course.” You understood that he was protective of her. But it hurt sometimes when you felt as though he didn’t trust you to take care of Ada, when you’d given him no reason to believe that you couldn’t. In your heart you knew it ran deeper than that. He was her one and only parent, and he took that responsibility very seriously. “Please, try not to worry. We’ll be okay.”

You really did think you would be okay. However, Ada was not; as soon as Ashton had finally passed her over and followed the guys out of the bus, she hadn’t stopped crying. She was hot, uncomfortable, over-tired, and probably missing Ashton.

You’d asked their manager if you could call Ashton, like you promised, but he declined; he didn’t want any distractions, meaning you had to work out how to soothe her on your own.

“It’s okay, Ada.” You paced back and forth in the small bus, rubbing her back and trying to keep her pacifier in her mouth as she cried. Her chest was wheezy and her nose blocked, making it hard for her breathe as she wailed sadly against your shoulder. “Your dad will be back so soon, sweet girl. It’s okay.”

An anxious feeling was building in your stomach at the thought of her still being upset when Ashton got back. He would not be happy, after you were so insistent on being able to take care of her, and how much he didn’t want to leave.

It hadn’t been Ashton’s best show.

He so badly wanted to relax into it and be able to give it his all, like he usually did. But all he could think about was Ada, about how unwell she was and how badly he just wanted to cuddle her until she felt better again. He wanted to trust you; wanted to feel okay with leaving her with you without it putting him in a bad mood. Maybe he’d get there, eventually.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. That’s what he thought, anyway, when he reached the bus and he could hear Ada crying from outside. The guys noticed how he tensed up and his entire demeanour changed, as he rushed into the bus.

“Has she been crying the whole time?!” He asked you without any other greeting, holding his arms out and immediately taking Ada into them. “I told you to call me. You promised me that you would call if she didn’t stop crying.”

“They wouldn’t let me, Ashton. She’s just not feeling well, that’s not my fault.” You replied, the exhaustion from the last few difficult hours making you a little more defensive than you usually would be. It was understandable that he was worried. It was just getting a little tiring that he seemed to be so frustrated with you all of the time, when you were just trying to do your job.

“This is why I didn’t want to leave her with you. This is why I said I wasn’t going to leave her. She needs me.” He angrily rambled, trying not to let his stress cause Ada any further upset but struggling to hold it in due to his annoyance at the situation. “No one listened to me. I should’ve stayed here with her and she would have been fine.”

“That’s not fair, Ashto-“

“Just please, give us some space and let me look after my baby.” He was tired, and didn’t want to say anything else that he would regret, which he knew he would if the conversation continued.

“Hey, cmon. Let’s go for a walk.” Calum grabbed your arm softly, spotting the tears welling up in your eyes and wanting to diffuse the situation. He gestured for Luke to stay with Ashton, knowing that he too needed calming down even though he wanted to be alone with Ada. Michael took the hint and decided to join you and Calum, following the two of you off of the bus.

The three of you walked in silence as you tried your best to hold back tears, feeling like you’d somehow failed both Ashton and Ada. Evidence of the late night cold temperature appeared as you exhaled, clouds of air visible as you took deep breaths to try and calm down.

“I know it’s hard to believe.” Michael started, breaking the silence as the three of you found a bench at the far end of the car park, overlooking the arena they had just played at. “But it’s not personal to you. He would be acting the exact same way with anyone else in your position.”

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” You replied, trying to swallow the lump in your throat and keep the tears at bay, not wanting to cry in front of them. “He seems so frustrated with me all of the time. I’m just trying my best. She’s a baby, they get ill and they cry sometimes. I thought he would understand that.”

“And he does.” Calum reassured you, patting your knee to offer his comfort as he tried to explain. “Ashton is a complex person. He’s been through a lot, especially in the last year. I don’t know how much he’s told you about Ada’s mum, but I’m guessing it’s not a lot.”

“He always seemed so sad whenever I mentioned her, and he never said anything. So I just stopped bringing her up.” You explained, knowing that it was a sensitive subject not only for Ashton but for the whole band. “I don’t even know her name. He’s such a closed book. I just want to get to know him, and I want him to know me so he’ll trust me with Ada.”

“Ada’s mum passed away when she was five months old.” Michael murmured, almost too quiet for you to hear what he said. “There were a lot of complications after she was born. Her body just kind of gave up.”

Your heart broke at his words, and you sighed deeply. It explained a lot. It explained why Ashton was so reluctant to talk about her, and why his entire mood changed whenever she was mentioned. Your heart ached for Ada. The sweet baby girl who barely had a chance to get to know her mum, and now she never would.

“It took Ashton a long time to find someone who he truly felt himself with. She was it for him, you know? They’d only just got engaged before she got pregnant with Ada. They didn’t even have the chance to get married.” Calum felt as though he might be telling you too much, that it should have come from Ashton. But you were here for a reason, and he thought you deserved an explanation for why Ashton seemed to be making it so difficult for you. “He’s always struggled with his emotions. But he’s still healing. He’s so used to being alone with Ada, he’s all she knows. I think he’s just scared to let anyone else in.”

“He wouldn’t accept much help from us either, if that makes you feel any better. We all offered to move in with him after she passed, because he was struggling so much. But he said he could handle it alone, so he did.” Michael added, adding another piece to the jigsaw you were forming mentally, trying to work Ashton out. “Thats what I mean when I say it’s not personal. He wants to do everything alone.”

“You should talk to him.” Calum suggested, turning to look at you so he knew you were listening. “There’s a reason he is the way that he is. But I think you need to hear it from him.”

***

“She just wants to help, Ash.” Luke felt like they were going in circles. He wasn’t sure Ashton had listened to a word he had said, as he walked in circles and rocked Ada against his chest, patting her back to try and clear her chest a little. She had calmed down since Calum and Michael had diffused the situation, sadly clinging to his tshirt in an attempt to soothe herself. “Her only reason for being here is to help out with Ada, and you’re not letting her do that.”

“Ada doesn’t need her.”

Luke resisted the urge to roll his eyes, resting the back of his head against the wall as he sighed. He felt like he was talking to the wall. He had known Ashton for a long time, and had never experienced him being as stubborn as this in his entire life.

“Why are you so against anyone helping you? She has done nothing wrong. She’s given you no reason not to trust her. You and I both know that it wasn’t her fault that Ada didn’t settle tonight. You’re giving her such a hard time.” Luke didn’t want this to escalate into an argument - that was the last thing they needed. But he saw no other way to get through to Ashton, and it needed to be said.

“You don’t understand, Luke.” Ashton felt so vexed, like he was so deep into his frustrations that he had to try so hard not to blow them all onto someone he saw as his younger brother. “Ada only has one parent, and that’s me. Her mum isn’t here anymore, and she never will be. I promised her that I would do everything for Ada. She’s my responsibility, so I should be the one taking care of her.”

Luke sat in silence for a moment, his heart aching at the rant spilling from Ashton. Not one to talk about his feelings, he knew this had been building up for the last seven months.

“Are you worried she’s going to replace Ada’s mum?” Luke asked cautiously, watching as tears pricked Ashton’s eyes, who was looking down at his baby girl, attempting to find a distraction. “Because that’s not what this is, Ash. Not at all.”

Ashton didn’t reply.

“Let us help you both, Ashton. That’s all we want.” Luke continued, noticing how the first tear spilled from his eye and slipped down his cheek. “We love and care about you both so much. You have to let people in.”

Ashton didn’t want to admit it, but Luke was right.

Everyday was another day further away from when he last saw the love of his life; the person he could see himself spending the rest of his days with, building his family and growing old with. She was never coming back. That was something he had tried every day to accept; he thought he had. When in reality, he wasn’t sure he ever could.

“When she feeds Ada, or changes her, or rocks her to sleep, all I can think about is the fact that her mum should be doing that. And she’ll never be able to.” Ashton broke down. Luke quickly moved into action, gently taking Ada out of his arms and holding her in his own, so Ashton could take a moment for himself. Ada quickly settled against him, suddenly making the whole situation much more emotional to him too. The fact that she’d never get to know her mum was enough to break anyone’s heart. And she had no idea. “I’m the next closest thing to her mum. I’m all she knows. I can’t bear the thought of leaving her too.”

“You aren’t leaving her. You’re right here with her, Ash, she knows that. She knows you won’t leave her.” Ada was watching her dad with sleepy eyes, identical to those of her mum, sucking idly on her pacifier as Luke held her close. “You don’t have to do this alone. You need to stop putting so much pressure on yourself, if not for your own sake, for hers.”

***

You, Calum and Michael wandered around the car park for a while longer, trying to lighten the atmosphere and the mood by talking about things other than Ashton’s situation. Your heart ached for him. He was clearly in a lot of pain, but was taking it out on others, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Hey, you’re back.” Luke spoke as the three of you headed back onto the bus, finding Ashton sprawled across the sofa, Ada tucked underneath his tshirt, against his chest. She had finally fallen asleep, one tiny hand clutching the necklace hanging against Ashton’s chest, like she was trying to keep him there.

“Can we talk?” You asked, Ashton’s gaze breaking from watching Ada sleep to you stood directly in from of him. He didn’t have the energy for this conversation, if he was being honest. But it needed to be said, and you deserved an explanation.

“I think that’s a good idea.” He replied, gesturing for his three band mates to give them some space. They quickly took the hint and moved to the back room, arguing over which video game to play first.

You had no idea what the conversation between Ashton and Luke had consisted of. You couldn’t help but notice his slightly red and puffy eyes, suggesting he had been crying, and you knew this was about to be a difficult conversation.

“I’m really sorry about earlier.” Ashton started, his deep eyes looking straight into yours, offering a genuineness that you had never felt from him before. “I shouldn’t have blamed you for Ada being unsettled. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Thank you.” You replied, giving him a weak smile as an additional thanks. You genuinely appreciated his words - you didn’t want him to think you were incapable of caring for Ada when she was ill. “But I’m sorry too. I promised you, I should’ve been more insistent for them to tell you what was going on.”

“It doesn’t matter now anyway.” He waves his hand at you as a gesture of forgetting about what had happened previously. “I feel like I owe you more than one apology. I know you’re trying, and I’ve probably made it a lot more difficult than it should have been.”

“I just want you to trust me, Ashton. I care about Ada, and you need to understand that I’m here to do just that; care for her. But that doesn’t mean she needs you any less. You’re her dad, she knows that.” You reassured him, knowing there was no point holding anything back. If you’re were going to have this conversation, everything need to come out.

“You’re the first woman I’ve seen care for Ada like her mum used to.” Ashton stated, rubbing Ada’s back as she stirred a little in her sleep. “Except for my mum, I’ve only seen her fall asleep with me or one of the guys. Seeing you take care of her like that, it just... it makes me wish her mum was here.”

It suddenly started to make much more sense.

You were the first person to act as a mother figure to Ada, since her own mum passed, and that had to be hard for Ashton to see.

“I’m not trying to be her mum.” You sighed, moving from sitting oppsite to sitting next to the two of them on the sofa, so the conversation seemed less confrontational. “I’m really not, Ashton. I never thought of it that way, but Calum explained a few things to me. I’m starting to understand how you saw it like that.”

“She’s not going to remember anything about her mum.” He continued, his voice soft as though he was just rambling thoughts that had plagued his mind over and over again. “It breaks my heart. I guess I just got scared that you being here would replace the little memories she does have of her.”

“I’m sorry.” It felt like the only thing you could say.

He shook his head, almost offering you a small smile as he seemed to relax all of a sudden. “It’s not your fault. I’m punishing you for it and that’s not fair.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted. Like he’d finally come to terms with the fact that he was surrounded by people who cared about him and Ada, and all they wanted was to help him.

“You can talk to me, if you want. I’m here for Ada but that means I’m here for you too.” You offered, reassuringly placing your hand on his shoulder as you spoke.

“I appreciate that.”

The frustration that had previously lingered like a dark cloud in the air seemed to have cleared, as you and Ashton sat in a comfortable silence, watching Ada sleep comfortably on his chest.

“Do you want me to put her down?” You asked, with a hint of amusement in your voice, almost like it was a test to see if you had actually gotten through to him.

He returned your smile, chuckling to himself as he softly kissed Ada’s forehead and sat up from the sofa. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

It wasn’t a lot, but it was progress. As you settled Ada into bed for the night before heading to your own bunk, you thought maybe, things wouldn’t be so difficult after all.

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summonerscenarios · 4 years ago

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this is my first ask here so please ...... be gentle. 😖 S-so wha-what are your T-Top 10 favorite Charakters in TAS? a-and could you give me l-like 1 or 2 reason please. (sorry if I write it weird I'm a little nervous) and if somebody already ask you this ...... I'm sorry

Heyya hun no need to be nervous it’s totally chill!!! Always happy to ramble about favs! Honestly I probably have waaaaaaaay too many favorites to narrow down (but honestly don’t we all?) but if i had to narrow it dowwwwwwwnn-

(also these are in no particular order)

I like Mr. Triton specifically because of the gogo event. Being one of the first events i played I’m not gonna lie it’s one of my favorites - his special event after the main event too was just PEAK. ALSO IS RESPECT FOR THE OCEAN? As someone who both deeply fears and loves it I WISH I had that level to just scream how much i love smth like that - it’s a powermove and honestly iconic.

I really like Shiro too! I’ve probs said it before but I see a lot of myself in him especially the flaws - it was essentially “lmao man that’s pretty funny...WAIT A SECOND-” Also the way he treats the D-evils???? They’re his kids you can’t convince me otherwise - he celebrates their birthdays and goes to their recitals like the doting father he is and that’s the FACTS.

Also Ryota! Being one of the first people aside from Sal that you meet I naturally got attached - but honestly after hearing how he struggles with a desire to be important to someone and to have that one of a kind relationship whilst fearing being left behind??? Man that shit hit me WAY TOO HARD. Like damn talk about too close to home aasdfghjkl. Also just the fact that he just wants people to be happy and not fight? Seriously if everyone in TAS had that mentality the game would be a hell of a lot shorter im just saying.

Okay this one is probably super obvious BUT THE CRAFTERS. I LOVE EM TOO MUCH SO TO SAVE SPACE IM BUNCHING EM UP. Kurogane and Heph especially like they’re honestly my favorite guild in the game so ANY time they show up I get stupidly giddy like ‘THERE THEY ARE THERE’S MA BOYS’ so you can imagine how happy I am with the current event going on rn~

Honestly all of the Shinjuku teachers are cool too! Though I do wish we got to see more of them! I love the dynamic between Jinn and Triton and honestly Mononobe’s just a stressed dad of an entire school just trying to keep em all together like SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A MEDAL AND CHAIR TO REST IN ASAP. Also Ziz??? Goddd I love her sm!!! She’s so nurturing (even tho it’s potentially self destructive) and I loved her in the valentine event! Plus when she said we were known as the trouble child? Yikes just shoot me in the knees it’ll hurt less asdfghjkl

Zao is also a fav tho it started off veryyyy reluctant! Honestly every time he got exasperated with the MC even I got stubborn when he demanded we back down and this is coming from someone with the backbone of wet spaghetti! The cave scene in his event though??? I will admit my heart did melt a little bit. ALSO MOUNTAINS??? HELL YEAH I WANNA CLIMB A MOUNTAIN SIGN ME UP I say as someone deathly terrified of heights asdfghjk

I also love a lot of the Yoyogi academy characters! Gunzo is probs my top fav from there because just his whole thing is just so cute. ALSO HIS DEDICATED DENIAL TO THE SPIRITS ON HIS BACK ONLY TO TRIP UP SO MANY TIMES AND PRETEND IT DIDNT HAPPEN??? THIS MAN CAN BE SUCH AN IDIOT SOMETIMES AND FUCK ME IF IM NOT SMITTEN. We honestly love lack of braincells in this house can relate I’m dumb as shit.

Durga too!! she’s honestly so headstrong and I can appreciate her drive to always be number 1! Tho I can totally understand how she goes a liiiiil bit too far (ie most of her events asdfghjkl) Also ngl she is super fun to doodle.

MELUSINE. NEED. I. SAY. MORE. Like the more I learn about her the more I wanna find the person who broke her heart. Like dw just give me a name and location I just wanna talk. Her design is breathtaking and the more events I see her in the more I honestly just love her character.

GARMR. I CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDN’T MENTION HIM SOONER. ABSOLUTE BABY BOY. Like I KNOW realistically he’s a big ol rough n tumble guard dog who could break my bones with a too hard hug but that will NOT stop me from seeing him as a loyal fluffy child.

Idk if this counts but I also like the MC’s potential? like obviously the MC is mostly centered around what we as the player want them to be but they’re just so interesting to delve into??? especially because of their circumstances. Like they’re literally thrown into a world with nothing but a name and a phone and they’re flying through everything by the seat of their pants and because they’re ‘lucky’ enough to have 23 souls crammed into them??? LIKE THAT IS A LOT TO HAVE ON YOUR SHOULDER. if anybody needs to go to some kind of therapy its them - Also I personally hc that they probably have a severe attachment to all of the things that they have like photos and even little things like receipts and stuff just to know that they still have those memories to cling to because they dont have any prior - sad hours in this house tonight folks.

Okay I’m gonna stop here cause I know for a fact I’ve gone way over 10. Sorry about going a lil overboard there ^^’Thank you so much for asking darling and I hope you have a wonderful day~!

#quantumsbq #Juno ramblings #oooohh boy i got way too carried away again #im so sorry about rambling ya'll i know you're here for the content but i just couldnt help myself asdfghjk

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irwinkitten · 5 years ago

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missed kisses | m.c

notes: ahhh!!! last day of fic week!! i’ve enjoyed doing this despite how hellish my life has gotten and i am so glad i can still share the snippets of my writing with you guys. we’ll return to semi regular scheduling for future fics after this week!! also a very big thank you to @maluminspace who helped me flesh out the rest of this fic because it was a bit of a bitch to write to begin with lmao. prompts were picked out by @calumsmermaid!! also to my beautiful girl @loveroflrh, happy birthday angel!! i hope you love this one ♥ prompts: “Who hurt you?” | “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” warnings: small bout of violence. word count: 1.8k

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Part of you felt dumb for letting yourself get ruled by your emotions. You’d desperately wanted to trust the guy you’d been talking to, learning about and falling for, but life was cruel sometimes.

You’d been talking to him for so many months, both of you having to manage a successful few dates in those months but both of your jobs and lives got in the way of pursuing.

Part of you wanted to give up, just let the cards fall where they may, but then he would say something and you allowed yourself some more time.

But this time, you’d had enough. You’d been sitting at the table waiting for well over an hour.

“Can I just get a check for the drink?” You finally asked your server, shame flooding you as you avoided looking at them. Tonight had not gone well at all.

You sent a text to Michael and you knew that you were going to get the ‘I told you so’ speech, but at this point you were beyond caring. You felt the sting of the rejection and betrayal, and even though you felt silly for feeling emotional over it, you couldn’t stop the frustrated tears.

When the bill showed up, you saw that the drink you’d had, had been paid off so you left the full $30 as a tip to your server instead. Making your way out, the temperature had dropped and you felt silly waiting in the cold without a jacket, but Michael had said he’d pick you up.

And keeping his promise, he pulled up fifteen minutes later, a frown on his features as you climbed into the car, shivering.

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” He reached back, tugging his jacket from the backseat before handing it to you. You didn’t protest, pulling it on and holding it tightly to your body as Michael turned up the car heating and made the drive back to yours.

“Do you want me to stop over or did you want to get changed and then come to mine? It’s your show, angel.”

“Can we stay at mine? I know I’ve got ice cream in the freezer and a semi decent meal since I didn’t get to eat.” This stunned him for a moment, a frown marring his features as your body started to relax in the warm interior of the car.

“But I have dogs that would cuddle with you.” His argument was fair, but you shrugged.

“You have a dog that will cuddle with me. South chooses as and when he wants to give his attention. Moose is just a cuddler.” This made him laugh.

“I guess. So back to mine then?” And at his expectant look, you felt your will against him crumble.

“Fine. But if you don’t have any ice cream, you’re buying some for me.” Michael nodded in understanding as he switched lanes and began to make his way back to his.

It took the entire journey to warm up, your hands still shaking slightly when Michael pulled into his driveway, killing the engine and just sitting there with you. Neither of you made a move to leave, so he turned to face you.

“Are you going to stop going out on shitty dates now?” His words caught you off guard, but you shyly nodded at his almost demand. It had you curious.

“Is this something because you don’t want me to keep hurting myself? Because I don’t need that lecture, Mike.” He paused at your words before he slowly shook his head, shifting in his seat so that he was leaning more towards you.

“You really have no idea?” At your confused eyebrow, he let out a stunned laugh, his fingers running through his hair as he tried to work out what to say.

“Mike, I’m-”

“God damn I’m in love with you and I want you to stop getting your heart broken by idiots so that I have a chance to woo you on a date.” He admitted in a snappish tone, a sigh following his words immediately after.

You weren’t too sure how to react. On one hand, he was your best friend. It was a friendship you weren’t willing to lose or trade.

But as you studied his face, his eyes watching as you reached for his hand.

He didn’t move, treating it as if you were some kind of doe, easily startled if there were any other sudden movements.

“Can we talk inside the house? I don’t want to do this in a car.” You squeezed his hand gently and he nodded. Part of you felt nervous because you weren’t too sure if he was being honest with you.

He didn’t say anything as the two of you left the car. When you got in, both dogs were there to greet him, Moose immediately running full tilt at you which made him chuckle before reaching out for your hand.

You felt your nerves kick into high gear.

Taking his hand, you allowed him to pull you into the living room, moving to the couch and only hesitating for half a second before sitting next to him.

“Are you being serious?” You finally blurt out, watching his face for any kind of tell that would give it away as a joke. But watching his face fall followed by a resigned look, you realised that actually he was being serious and felt chagrined that you’d even said it.

“It was never really just friends for me.” His eyes met yours and you could see the sincerity in his features, almost like his eyes were willing you to believe him.

“Mike.” You whispered and he gave you a wry smile in return.

“I never wanted to pursue anything more because I valued our friendship more than the idea of a relationship. But I can’t deny it anymore. Seeing you go off on those dates with those douchebags, it makes me irrationally angry and jealous. Why should they get all of your effort when they put in none?”

You felt stunned as he shifted closer, his other hand taking yours, pulling them onto his lap.

“I’m not gonna try and stop this, only if you say no. I’ll back off if you don’t feel that way.”

And as you thought about it, you realised every date you’d gone on, there was something you could compare to Michael. But they were never him. You interest never lasted long or they’d ghost you and leave you feeling played.

“I’ve been trying to find someone who would meet your standards. Someone to take that spot. But they’re not you. Fuck.” You whispered and he laughed as a hand reached up to cup your face.

“So we’ve both been idiots then?” At his question you let out a short giggle, leaning into his touch.

“Looks like it.” You murmured and then his lips were on yours and you felt something in you shift, your feelings surging as you kissed him back.

When you both pulled away, breathing heavy, you started laughing as he pulled you into him, helping you straddle his lap as his arms held you close.

“Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time? Fuck we’re idiots.” He muttered as his lips met yours once more. You laughed into the kiss.

“Better late than never, right?”

Things seemed to fall into place. You felt more relaxed and going out on dates with Michael were certainly more enjoyable. He seemed to really pull out all of the stops and you didn’t make any comment when you finally realised.

Instead you enjoyed the affection he dished out on you and enjoyed watching him turn pink in return when you dished your own affection on him.

Being sat at the restaurant that started it all amused you to no end, but you went along with it just to see Michael light up as he spoke about the album and asked about your own job.

Before you could answer, your phone was buzzing and glancing at the caller ID, you registered it was your mom.

“Mom’s calling. Want me to tell her you say hey?” His easy grin made you relax as he tapped his cheek once you were up. Laughing, you obliged and kissed his cheek.

“Tell her that it needs to be important. I’ve got a full night planned ahead for us.” He teased, making you beam as you headed out to take the call.

Before you could even answer the call, your phone had been ripped from your hands, the sound of the screen shattering, causing you to turn in shock.

“What the fuck?” You weren’t quick enough for the fist that came flying and you yelled in shock and pain, stumbling back whilst trying to protect yourself from any other blows.

“S’all your fault!” You recognised the man in front of you, but barely. His hair was unkempt and dirty, and his words were slurring.

“Like fuck is anything my fault.” You spat out, feeling the blood run onto your lip. Staff were fast to step out as he stepped forward again and Michael followed, immediately moving your hands to see the damage.

One of the waiters that hadn’t been caught in the struggle that had occurred in pinning him down. The look that Michael gave you, spoke more than words could in that moment.

“I’m so sorry to do this. But who hurt you? We need to note it down for our records and for when the police show up.” The server explained and you nodded.

Once you’d pointed at him and explained what happened, they retrieved your phone, the screen shattered beyond repair and you felt your heart sink.

“We’ll get a new one sorted for you.” Michael whispered as his arms wrapped around your body. You could only nod in return.

Once all of the officials had arrived and collected the information needed, Michael had already paid for the check as well as tipping the servers that had helped. By the time you got back to his, you were in more pain than you cared to admit and you just wanted to relax.

“C’mon, lets clean you up. Let me take care of you for tonight.”

You couldn’t say no to the sweet look that he was giving you, the concern written all over his features. So you agreed readily and allowed him to guide you upstairs.

Despite him laughing when you swore as he dabbed the antiseptic wipe against your cut and laughing again when you pulled away in protest to the pain, you knew you landed lucky with him. And as he doubled checked everything was okay before pulling you towards the bedroom, you were glad to have him by your side.

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got7thotsss · 5 years ago

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More Than That- Jackson

Warnings: Swearing probably, slightly angsty Summary: Y/n gets sick and roommate!Jackson takes care of her. Pairing: Jackson x Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/n: This was just a lil idea I had on the way to college one morning lmao. Enjoy xoxo

You glared over the top of your computer at your co-worker blowing his nose obnoxiously loudly. Your boss calls over, telling your co-worker to show you something. So, he gets up, walks around to your computer and starts tapping away at your keyboard with his gross germ covered hands. He’s leaning over your shoulder, chatting away about the numbers on the screen. After five minutes of you attempting to lean away from the germ pool that is your co-worker, he coughs on you and that’s when you snap.

“Are you kidding me? If you’re sick, at least wash your hands after blowing your nose. And here’s a thought, maybe don’t cough on people. You’re actually disgusting Sungmin!” You exclaim, abruptly shooting up out of your seat.

“Y/n, what’s all this commotion about? You guys are supposed to be trying to work together.” Your boss states anger evident in her tone.

“I’m sorry, but he needs to think about personal hygiene man.” You respond, holding your hands up in defence.

Your boss lets you both get back to work, but makes sure to keep an eye on you, just in case anymore yelling occurs. You manage to keep your distance from Sungmin for the rest of the day, sending him glares every time he looks your way.

The minute you walk into your apartment, Jackson is there, taking your coat off, asking you about your day. The usual. No wonder you fell for him, after all these years of you guys living together. Every time you arrive home this happens. Every. Single. Time.

Jackson has been your roommate since your first years at university. You’ve had a thing for him since halfway through that year. Jackson has had feelings for you since he first laid eyes on you. It’s been a wild ride for the both of you. All of your friends are aware of the mutual feelings between you both, but so far, they have failed in trying to get either of you to believe them.

“It’s strange to think that we’ve been out of Uni for over a year now.” Jackson says out of nowhere. You’d both sat down to eat some soup and dumplings, before you relax for the rest of the evening.

“Oh yeah, we’ve been living here for like over five years now. God, we’ve both aged.” You respond, making Jackson laugh and splutter his soup all over the counter you were both sat at.

“What makes you think we’ve aged?” He questions, as he wipes the soup/saliva mixture off the counter.

“Erm, maybe the fact that it’s only six thirty and I’m absolutely exhausted.” You respond, taking a sip of water.

“Not the fact that neither of us have drank since the birthday we were dragged to four months ago, and even then we only had one each, then snuck back here to finish binging that series?” He questions, making you inhale to laugh mid-sip. Your water then goes all over the counter, as you choke on the liquid.

“That could be a telling sign too.” You answer, as you start to clean your own mess off the counter.

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It’s not even been a week since Sungmin coughed all over you and yet you have already caught his cold full swing. You’ve just finished having a coughing fit into the crease of your elbow, when your boss approaches you, a serious look across her face.

“Y/n, I’m afraid I’m going to have to send you home. Your coughing and sniffling is distracting everyone else from their work. I can get Sungmin to look after your accounts until you get back. Which will be when you’re 100% better, I don’t want you getting anyone else sick.” She states, you look at her in shock.

“So, you didn’t think to send Sungmin home when he was sick? Typical. I’ll be back next week.” You say, leaning down to grab your bag, then picking your phone up of the desk, “Thanks for letting me have this time off.” You then make your way home and full on crash.

Jackson was expecting an empty house as always when he got home. Unfortunately, when he enters the house, he notices your heels haphazardly scattered in the entryway. He follows the trail of your various items abandoned in your apartment and finds you snuggled into the living room carpet. You’re wearing a small pair of shorts, some fluffy socks and one of Jackson’s oversized hoodies. He takes a moment to admire you, despite the snot that has dripped from your nose down your cheek, or the small puddle of drool you’re leaking onto the floor.

He then turns and leaves the apartment, returning fifteen minutes later with near enough an entire pharmacy. I’m talking every flavour of Lemsip he can find, every different kind of Soother, Paracetamol, Ibuprofen, VapoRub. The works. He wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel as comfortable as possible during your sickness. He piles it all onto the kitchen side and starts making his special stew that you’ve both been eating whenever any of you are sick ever since the both of you moved in together.

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One week into your cold and you’re just getting into the thick of it. You have never been more fed up with an illness in your life. Until now, your breathing had been alright, but you have to start using the VapoRub to help get you through the night.

You hear Jackson turn the shower off in the bathroom and all but run over to the door, in order to bombard him when he’s not busy. He walks out, body glistening with the beads of water, fluffy orange towel wrapped around his waist. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he spies you waiting for him, but realisation washes over him as he notices the tub in your hand.

You lost your voice a few days back, so you had to deal with gesturing till it decides to reappear. You point to your back, before quickly tying your hair up in a bun to get it out of the way. He nods, whilst taking the tub out of your hand, enabling you to sort your hair out. Once you turn around, letting him know you’re ready, he starts rubbing the menthol onto your back. He takes his time, trying to get every inch at least twice.

You notice him starting to walk away after he finishes, but grab his arm to stop him, “I’m just going to wash my hands.” He states, chuckling slightly.

You shake your head at him, then gesture to your chest. His eyes widen as he realises what you want, but he nods and starts to rub the ointment onto your chest. You don’t miss the red tinge on his cheeks as he rubs lower, the strappy top you decided to wear revealing a lot compared to the more conservative t-shirts you usually wear around the apartment.

As he starts massaging it in further up, he catches your eyes with his own. This leads to a staring contest as Jackson sensually rubs his hand across your chest. He breaks the eye contact by looking down to your lips, then swiftly back to your eyes. You shake your head as he leans in. You see the hurt flash across his face, he pulls away and turns his back to you.

“I’m sorry, I thought that was a thing we both wanted.” He says, before walking into the bathroom. You silently groan, of course the one time one of you made a move would be when you’re sick and refuse to do something about it. You try to speak up to explain that it isn’t like that. You just don’t want to get him sick, because that would make you feel super shitty.

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After an extremely awkward week, you’re finally well enough to go back to work. Despite thinking that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, Jackson still puts the VapoRub on you every night. None of you talk, you because you can’t, Jackson because he just feels too awkward. He feels stupid for finally believing your shared friends and doing something about his feelings for you. You feel absolutely terrible for letting him believe that you don’t want to be with him.

After a long day of work, you get back to an empty apartment. You make your way to the kitchen to start up dinner and notice a note stuck to the fridge stating that Jackson took on an extra lesson at the fencing club and won’t be back till 7:30. You decide to make him his favourite meal as an apology. You’re going to wait until he gets back and explain everything to him.

Jackson walks through the door at 8:47pm. An hour and seventeen minutes later than he originally stated. To say you’re angry is an understatement. You are absolutely livid. You think about all of the things you can say to him, but ultimately the anger dissipates as soon as you see him. He’s wearing sweatpants and a muscle tee, dripping in sweat. He must’ve gone to the gym after his lesson in a bid to avoid you some more. He looks at you, evidently shocked that you’re sat at the counter with a meal set out.

“What’s all of this about?” He asks, annoyance still evident in his tone.

You don’t respond. You just get out of your seat and walk over, until you’re face to face with him. He opens his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off by placing your lips on his. He immediately responds to the kiss, allowing one of his hands to rest on your waist, as the other cups your cheek to guide the kiss. You place your hands on his chest, then slide them up to rest on his shoulders.

After you pull away, questions start pouring out of his mouth, “Jackson, shush. I didn’t let you kiss me last week because I was sick and I didn’t want you to get sick. It was a nasty cold.”

“Okay then, we have a lot of making up to do then.” He says, smiling brightly and dragging you over to the sofa. You spend the rest of the night on the sofa, slightly watching whatever is on the tv, but mostly making out and cuddling. The last thing you remember of the night is falling asleep on the sofa. You’re not surprised when you wake up in your bed, that happens most of the time when you fall asleep in the living room. What shocked you was waking up to Jackson also being in your bed. You smile as he leans over to kiss you, before moving away and getting up out of the bed.

Your heart sinks as he starts to cough violently, “Looks like you did get me sick after all Y/n.”

You open your mouth to start apologising, when he suddenly stops mid-cough and winks at you, before making his way out of the bedroom.

“That was such a dick move, Jackson.” You call out after him, throwing a pillow in the direction of the door.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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What were your favorite things to draw when you were a lil kid? I knew I wasn’t an artist the moment I started experimenting with pens and markers, and the only image I liked to keep - and was capable of - drawing on repeat was your usual kid’s portrait of a house with a sun and clouds lmao. I never learned how to draw anything else.

Do you think there is something with or around you, like a spirit, angel, ghost or something else? How does this make you feel? No, never.

Imagine you’re a stranger looking at yourself. What things would immediately catch your eye? Probably the way I’m scowling at stranger-me staring at me-me.

When did you feel the most confident in your life? Not sure when I’ve felt the most confident, but I typically feel so whenever I get something I’ve been desiring and working hard for, like getting a job offer or being accepted to my dream college or passing a really difficult exam.

Do you think love is needed to have good sex? For some people, no. For me, loving one another is an absolute must. < Yes, hits the nail on the head for me.

Do you think, or want to, die in the city you currently live in? I don’t think it would matter where I die, as long as it’s not from a terrible freak accident.

What is the strangest thing you have ever encountered? That time I went to Singapore and a sex toy shop was casually blatantly standing in the middle of Orchard Road for families to stroll pass. It’s not objectively strange, of course, but it was definitely a big culture shock. Putting up sex shops in the Philippines is basically a game of who can find the best spot to hide them in.

Favourite soft drink? I never drink soda, so I don’t have a favorite.

What do you like to put gravy on? Fried chicken or steak.

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? Yes, in Palawan.

What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? I come from a line of datus from both precolonial and colonial Philippines. The most exciting part about it is that it technically makes me a princess, or at least our local version of princesses haha. I’m also distantly related to one of the three women who sewed the first Philippine flag.

Who depends on you the most? Kimi and Cooper, surely.

Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? See two questions above. Coming from my datu ancestors, my relatives also continue to serve in the local government of our family’s province until today. Not that I’m particularly proud of them or show this off whenever I want because they are all very vocal Duterte supporters and regularly engage with him and his family, so *barf*

Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? If it ever comes down to it, I’d offer one of mine to my dad, Angela, and either of her parents.

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? They recognize when they’re wrong and know to acknowledge it and apologize.

What three things do you think of most of each day? Tasks I have to do for work for the day, tasks I have to do for the rest of the week, and financial concerns.

Does/did your high school have pop machines? No, of course not. Are there schools that are ok with selling soda? :/

Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? Not that I know of, but then again these things are shared in secret so there’s always that chance of possibly knowing someone who won the lotto at some point.

Have you ever slept in a water bed? Never slept but I’ve played on one.

How often do you use Flickr? I haven’t visited that site since I was like 11. Not even sure it still exists.

Who is the last child that you took a photo with? I think my cousin Toffe, but it was most likely a family photo that the two of us happened to be in. I don’t have a lot of photos with my younger cousins and kids in general.

How often do you wear hats? Never. I always think about getting a bucket hat of my own but I just never go through with it.

Would you ever get a nature tattoo? I never even entertained the thought before. But considering Hayley’s albums and songs have like a million references to flowers, it sounds like a good idea now :)

Is anyone in your family sick at the moment? My paternal great-grandma was recently confined in a hospital but she’s been discharged. I have a grand-aunt who suffered a mild stroke a couple of weeks ago and is currently recovering.

Where do your siblings work, if anywhere? They are both still studying. If I had to guess, my sister would probably end up in the film, media, or advertising industry, if not a freelance artist.

Where is your favorite place to buy groceries? If I had the money for it I’d get my groceries at Marketplace, but I’m content with getting ours from SM or Robinsons for now.

Who do you generally talk to the most? Probably my immediate family and my team at work.

Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname? Not anymore. I use nicknames on my friends more frequently on Facebook Messenger.

Whose birthday is coming up? One of my cousins’ birthday is on March 31.

Have you ever ordered from an informercial? No, never.

When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin? Around a month ago when I was embroidering. I usually accidentally prick myself from time to time.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? Nah, not really my idea of fun. I’m a little weak at problem/riddle-solving :(

How many followers do you have on Instagram? I literally never use my Instagram except to lurk and look for influencers to potentially tap for work. The account was initially my one-photo-a-day-in-2020 dump, but I stopped in April last year and now we’re in 2021 it doesn’t even serve a purpose anymore lmao. But for some reason Bea asked for my account and still followed me (and is the only person following me), which I’m sure she already regrets.

What’s the most recent music video you watched? Thoughts? Continued the next day. Jessi’s What Type of X. Killed it as always.

Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? Never.

What makeup products are your go-tos? None.

Are you going to school this year? No, not anymore. I did that for the very last time in 2020, and I don’t see the point in going back for an MA because I feel like I’m already covered.

What is your favorite water activity? I’ve only ever tried kayaking, but that was a very pleasant memory.

What are your favorite video games? I’m not a super passionate video game fan who’s always up-to-date, but I do have a soft spot for games I bonded on with my family when I was a kid, like Grand Theft Auto (very inappropriate for a kid to be playing, I know lol), Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Mario Kart, and Smash Bros.

Do you like jello? I never got over the texture, so no.

When was the last time you gave someone "the finger?" Not sure when exactly but it happened recently, maybe a week or two ago. I suddenly thought about my ex and flung both fingers around just for myself lol.

Have you ever held a snake? Yes, I got the chance to hold and take a photo with one on my trip to Bali. I was the only willing one in the family.

Most unique place you’ve ever been to? Baker’s Hill in Palawan is what I would imagine seeing if I ever took drugs and had a trip of some sort. Most random place ever.

If you were a superhero, what color would your cape be? Continued from...I don’t even know anymore. Just know it’s been nearly a week since I first started this, lmao. Idk maybe gold.

Have you ever slept out on your porch all night? We don’t have a porch. We do have a rooftop and I’ve fallen asleep there a couple of times. I only do so when the climate is cold, though.

Do you like horror movies? Sure, but I haven’t watched any in years. Just have never been in the mood for it for a long while now.

What’s your favorite Coke product? Blech, I hate soda.

Watergun or water-balloon war? Water gun. I’ve never been hit by a water balloon but I imagine it hurts?? so I wouldn’t want to experience it if I never had to.

Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? I know my sister and grandma are claustrophobic but they’re not ~deathly~ afraid of elevators.

Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? I don’t think any of my guy friends have lent me stuff that I got to take home, so no.

Who’s your favorite Beatle? I was never a fan. I remember pretending to be, back when liking The Beatles made you look all cool and hippy and trendy... but I honest to god just couldn’t get into their music.

Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? Yeah just once, super super way back when I was still thought remaining friends with her was the way to go. It was fine, I didn’t message anything horrific and we were both chill about it the next morning.

Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? I don’t have a partner anymore but yeah, I used to. I think? Maybe? I barely remember anymore. I definitely did have to tilt my head up quite a bit, though.

Have you ever been tackle-hugged? I can’t remember if I’ve received one. I’m usually the one who gives them.

Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? I don’t think I’ve been in this situation before.

Is your mood or the overall tone of your day often affected by the dreams you had the night before? Just for like the first half hour of waking up, especially if it was a nightmare or a triggering dream. The more I wake up the more the dream fades away, and the sillier it feels that I was affected by it.

Do you think that there are any positive aspects or outcomes of suffering from a mental illness? If you have a mental illness, do you think it has changed you for the better in any way? No. Sugarcoating mental illness doesn’t sit well with me at all. I know I’ve learned to be gentle and understanding towards other people because of the emotional abuse I’ve received in my own relationships, and I absolutely hate that it’s because of mental illness. I shouldn’t have had to learn to be kind because I was treated shittily first.

What is your opinion on celebrity culture and celebrity worship? Have you ever been guilty of putting a celebrity on a pedestal? Do you think it’s somehow more acceptable/understandable to obsess over certain types of celebrities (musicians over YouTubers, say) than others? At what point do you think an obsession like that crosses the line? I sometimes think it’s silly when fandoms fight and defend their favorites as if they know them personally, but I’m heavily into my fair share of celebrities and I honestly don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as you’re not hurting anyone or doing anything stupid like stalking your favorites, you do you.

If you were to pursue a career in photography and had the opportunity and means to photograph whatever you wanted, what would most like to photograph? People.

Is there a certain type of clothing (outerwear, activewear, loungewear, etc.) that you enjoy shopping for more than others? Cute tops.

Are you ever afraid to post your ideas, artwork, photography, etc. online for fear that they will get stolen or not credited? No, because I am not even creative in the first place and can’t make any form of art to save my life.

When is the last time you did something sexual? Last night.

Who is the last person you showered with, if anyone? My ex but that would’ve been ages ago. It was super rare that we absolutely had to shower together.

What do you think when you see roadkill on the side of the road? Sad and kinda disgusted if the guts are out, but also relieved that they don’t have to suffer in pain anymore.

Have you ever had an ex that just didn’t understand that it was over? Yeah, me. Luckily I came to my senses a few months ago and have felt better and been better ever since.

Are your fingernails currently short or long? They’re unequal lengths because I’ve been either biting or picking at them over the last few weeks, but for the most part they are long enough to need to be clipped.

Would you rather have big or small dogs? Big.

What is your favorite sports drink? I don’t drink any of them, so none.

What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I told my dad the dinner he made tasted excellent.

Does your jaw ever crack, pop, or lock? I don’t think my jaw has ever made a sound before, hahaha.

Have you ever thought of how you would give your kids “the talk”? No, but I think it’s also relevant to note that I live in a very conservative country where sexual intercourse is never discussed, especially within families; and that it’s virtually unheard of to hear of people until my generation to have been given the talk. I had to find out all by myself, and I remember being very confused when we were being taught the reproductive system in fifth grade because they only taught about the organs and their functions, and never anything deeper than that.

Luckily the last conservative generation was Gen X, and younger generations have been a lot more open-minded. And if I had to guess, I’m fairly certain Millennial parents would be more willing to give their kids the talk.

Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on something? I mean, my 20s, thanks to Covid.

Do you ever write/draw on windows that are fogged up? Yes.

If you were married, and your spouse’s parents became ill, would you let them move into your home? Of course.

Have you screamed in a pillow before? Probably.

What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric.

Did you actually have a cookie jar? No.

What’s worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointment is more gut-wrenching. I feel more hopeless and helpless when someone feels that way about me.

What do you bite on more, your tongue, lip, or nails? Definitely my nails. Lip-biting isn’t a habit of mine and I only ever bite my tongue accidentally.

Do you think that knowing when and how you’re going to die would ruin your life? No. I would find that comforting, actually.

Do you have a favorite bromance? From TV or a movie. J-Man and Channy’s from Friends.

Do you find flea markets and thrift stores enjoyable? Sure.

What color is your wallet? Pink, but I def have to buy a new one soon as I’m still using the one my ex gave me...

Have you ever been somebody's photography subject? No, and I would hate to be. I don’t like being in front of the camera.

Nicki Minaj fan? I like a lot of songs by her but I’m by no means a fan.

Have you ever seen the Niagara Falls? Nope but I would love to.

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