#modi birthday date

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Hi! Do you write for Modie? Can you do one where she is with the mandem and modie is her bf and she sees him for the first time after he broke out of jail. She is just like worrying about his scar and stuff and he‘s all soft. Just fluff. Thank you so much, love you🥰

“WHY SO SERIOUS?”

Author's Note: Hey, I don't typically write for Modie BUT since it's fall and Halloween is approaching I thought I’d do something fun with Modie. He gives me joker vibes (I mean it’s no coincidence they both had acid accidents), you know not easily understood, intimidating and a little off his rocker. This request is influenced by Joker and Harley Quinn - hope you enjoy the spin on this req. Sidenote* I don't plan to make this a habit LOL so please don’t be upset if your Modie req is never posted

Pairing: Modie X Reader 

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder & adult themes.

You finish a deep stretch letting out a sigh finishing your yoga for the day. Your thoughts are where they always are on Modie. Your muffin is locked up in a cage where he doesn't belong. Reaching for your phone you check your messages. Nude’s usually works to get his attention but he hasn't responded in hours. Groaning you head into the bathroom to shower and contemplate using one of the many dildos ready in your walk-in shower to take the edge off. You hope the pigs in the prison haven't confiscated his phone again because that’ll mean more time in the hole. You reach for the cast Muffin had made for you personally only to withdraw. He doesn't like when you play without him.

He’ll know, he always does.

“Uhhhhhh” you groan showering without any fun. You were supposed to have a facetime date last night. 

What if I did something wrong and this is my punishment?

You spend time lotioning your body in contemplation of your options trying to find a cause for the silence. Muffin said no tv or internet today so your options are limited, and you're in no mood to play on your switch. Muffin’s crew is having a party tonight, Layton told you. It's your best bet at staying in the loop so you decide on that. You hide your sadness with your makeup and freshly flat iron your half blonde and half black fringe, putting wavy curls in the rest of your hair. You put on a gloss and admire your full pout pretending Muffin was appling it for you. Then you put in your silver grillz he bought for your last birthday to match his. You smile sweetly at the memory of him smiling back at you in approval of the look, his hand under your chin before placing a soft kiss on your lips. What you wouldn't do to be back in that moment again, with him free, with you, when nothing else mattered. You step into your leather boots after getting on a one piece long sleeve unitard in all black. Your ensemble matches your mood. 

The journey to the fields is only a few songs long and you arrive at a full car park.

“Y/N” you're greeted a few times before heading into the yard. You push the door in and Layton stands at attention like you’ve done something wrong. There's no music, no scent of liquor or weed and definitely not the overflow of women these lot are used to.

“Ahhhh” you hear a groan.

You look at Layton knowing he knows better than to conduct business where the mandem call home and he uses his body to keep you out of the flat.

“Move!” you snap before shoving him back. You enter the living room and see the rest of the crew. Kit, Jamie and Si look least happy to see you as usual.

“Can I get you something?” Saf stands.

“I’m alright, thought this was a party” you look around and see the party was set up but nothings been touched.

“Nah, we're heading to another spot” Saf smiles.

“Has anyone heard from Modie? He hasn’t responded to my messages in hours” you ask. Each and every one of them look uneasy like they're keeping something from you.

“He had to get rid of his phone, spoke to him earlier today” Layton says puzzling you. “Then you lot must be fucking up if he used his call to speak to you and not me?” you snap, growing angry.

“Y/N, I swear” Layton stammers as you frown.

“Nah, nothing like that, we have good news for Modie - not bad” Jamie says. “Lets go to this party, yeah?” He stands, forcing a smile. Layton’s a loyal dog but Jamie’s always been smart first.

“I’m riding with you” you declare, watching him closely. Jamie’s afraid of you and you know it. He thinks you're crazy and unstable, he’s not wrong. Jamie's kryptonite is women and children, falling into the former category you have little to worry about. He gets the passenger door for you before getting in himself. He starts the car always observant before pulling out of the spot.

“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, what are you hiding from me?” you smile excited to play.

“Nothing” he lies.

“How convincing” you giggle. “You're usually much better, what are you on edge about?” you ask, leaning closer.

“Modie wouldn't want you to worry,” he says.

“Modie doesn't need your head all fuzzy, he needs you sharp” you smile and Jamie looks at you uneasily. Your smile grows as your assessment is correct. Jamie’s always shown you the utmost respect even when you've pushed quite far. He's never flirted or been suggestive and always shut down his peers when they were a little too close to the line. Any man with that much discipline and awareness is dangerous. “Don’t worry James, I like you. Relax, unclench - woosah” you taunt before giggling.

“Are you good for money?” Jamie asks.

“Yes Mister So Serious” you mock making a face. Jamie shakes his head in disapproval. “You’re such a stiff, now wonder you and Mo are friends - opposites attract” you smile sweetly.

“You are not his opposite” Jamie mutters and you applaud his wit laughing.

“See, that was a good one. I only get upset when they aren't fair or respectful” you warn.

“Throwing knives is a fair way to address disrespect?” he asks.

“One day you'll find your person and if someone goes mad at them, I bet you do much worse” you pat his shoulder.

“Modie broke out” Jamie says, wiping the smile off your face as he parks. “He had an accident he doesn't want you to worry about.” Jamie sighs as he parks. “He’s in there now, so do yourself up and act surprised” Jamie says once you've picked your jaw up off the floor. Your eyes hold his happy tears well. Your cheeks burn and you sniffle to keep your nose from running as you pull down the visor to get at the mirror. You curse for not wearing a better bra and re-adjust your tits before turning to Jamie.

“How do I look?” you ask him but he’s looking away as usual. “For fuck sake Jamie look!” you whine when he looks away.

“Bra strap is showing, gloss on your teeth” he says motioning to both before surveying you some more. “Some of the blonde is in the black bit” he says pointing to your hair, looking in the visor you fix it quickly. You look at him with big eyes in need of approval.

“Perfect” he nods. “Relax, unclench, woosah” he mocks and you snicker.

“I like you Jamie” you smile as you get out of the car. You head in the venue. The music is loud and you look around. There’s no time to take heed of the song playing as you look around. Layton motions for you to follow him you do with the rest of them to a secondary party drinks are flowing and there are more familiar faces. Phones are taken and shit off at the door. You grab a drink to calm your nerves and look around the party as the lights go so low it's hard to see at all. You feel a body against yours before your arms pull you in tight.

“Looking for me?” his voice asks, making your heart race, turning around and hugging him so tight. “What did I tell you about sending me naughty pics without warning?” he asks, placing kisses on your neck.

“But I missed you and I wanted to feel pretty and sexy,” you confess, pulling away to try and see him. It's impossible. 

“It’s inconsiderate to send a man that kind of material when he’s sharing a cell” he tells you. 

“Sorry, Muffin” you apologise and he chuckles running his hands through your hair. “Sorry” you apologise again when you realise you’ve used his pet name amongst his peers.

“Music's loud, it's okay Sweets” he says and you kiss him again. Your heart is racing as he holds you. You go to touch his face but he holds your hand. Uneasiness fills you. Jamie's words replay and you take Muffin’s hand following the lights on the floor into a private room. 

He’s been maimed. 

“Is who did this to you still alive?” you snap, trembling. Modie tries to withhold his amusement.

“For now” he nods as your temper flares. You hug him again relieved to have him home and he hugs back relaxing.

“I missed you, Sweets,” he says, rocking you side to side. He takes your chin. “Smile” he says and you show him you have your grills in. His smile grows wider and he hugs you again.

“We can drive to Spain and I can find you a good doctor, you can heal and rest and we’ll be alright” you say, devising a plan.

“Shhhhh” he says, holding your face in his hands. You look at the mangled skin and the blue hued cloudy eye. You don't look away and this time when you go to touch that side of his face he doesn't withdraw,allowing the intimate gesture. You smile when he takes your hand kissing your palm.

“What?” he asks.

“I don't know,” you shrug. “I just think it's really sexy,” you confess. “But, when I find out who did it, I'll kill them,” you added, smiling sweetly.

“I’m free now, we can have our fun” he says leaning in for another kiss and palming your ass.

“You promise you're alright?” you ask, looking him over.

“I have my girl and I have someone’s life to ruin - I’m perfect” he smiles and Layton knocks entering slowly with his head down.

“Boss, the mandem wants to toast” he says, you watch Modie’s persona change as he steps out among his peers, the leader of the pack. He keeps his eyes on you looking your way as he socialises and tells the animated tale of his escape. You sip your liquor thinking of all the ways you’re going to reunite later on. It takes you twenty minutes to slowly make your way to Jamie for answers.

“I know you know who did that to Modie” you say loud enough for him to hear.

“It’s for him to say” he responds.

“I thought we were friends” you pout.

“Only because you are more dangerous than him.” he says.

“Shhhhh” you tell Jamie. “Tell me” you mouth.

“Sully, Summerhouse Sully '' Jamie says but the name doest ring any bells. He must be a ghost, someone from the past trying to settle unfinished business.

Now he’ll be a corpse.

“Thanks, James” you smile heading back to Modie, the crowd parts for you like the red sea and you sit on your muffins lap making all the chatter and flattery stop. It's like it's just the two of you in the club, you drink and dance for him and laugh together, he tells jokes and tickles you and holds you and your heart is full because you have your man back.

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I had a lot of fun writing this one, depending on how this does I may do a part two. No smut, just mentions of it with a little revenge and more lunacy. Maybe a halloween party idk. Chime in in the comment section.

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Birthday for the twins

Patty finds out that Modeus and Baul do not have birthdays so she gives them a birthday. The date of their 'birthday' is on Episode 10's air date; August 23. Baul is confused and doesn't see the point of birthdays but Modeus seems eager of the aspect of birthdays with friends gathering to celebrate, cake, gifts, caaaake. (modi has a sweet tooth). Baul is finally convinced when Modeus suggests that he can hit the pinata first and they have a lil competition with balloon swords (courtesy of Patty :>). Though he refuses to wear those cone birthday hats so Modeus has two hats on. <:3

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PM Modi pens a tributary article for Karpori Thakur who will be awarded Bharat Ratna

The former Chief Minister of Bihar, Karpori Thakur, will be awarded the highest civilian award in India Bharat Ratna. The announcement was made on Monday, a day before his birth anniversary.

PM Modi acknowledged the announcement made by the Centre and said, "I am delighted that the Government of India has decided to confer the Bharat Ratna on the beacon of social justice, the great Jan Nayak Karpoori Thakur Ji, and that too at a time when we are marking his birth centenary," he posted on X.

PM Modi also wrote a tributary article on the veteran political leader to mark his birth anniversary.

Today is the birth centenary of Jan Nayak Karpoori Thakur Ji, whose relentless pursuit of social justice created a positive impact in the lives of crores of people. I never had the opportunity to meet Karpoori Ji but, I heard a lot about him from Kailashpati Mishra Ji, who worked closely with him. He belonged to one of the most backward sections of society, the Nai Samaj. Overcoming numerous obstacles, he achieved a lot and worked for societal betterment.

Jan Nayak Kapoor Thakur Ji's life revolved around the twin pillars of simplicity and social justice. Till his last breath, his simple lifestyle and humble nature resonated deeply with the common people. There are numerous anecdotes that highlight his simplicity. Those who worked with him recall how he preferred to spend his own money for any personal matter including his daughter's wedding. During his tenure as Chief Minister of Bihar, a decision was taken to build a colony for political leaders but he himself did not take any land or money for the same. When he passed away in 1988, several leaders went to his village to pay tributes. When they saw the condition of his house, they were moved to tears- how can someone so towering have a house so simple!

Another anecdote of his simplicity dates back to 1977 when he just took over as CM of Bihar. The Janata Government was in power in Delhi and Patna. That time, Janata leaders had gathered in Patna to mark Loknayak JP's birthday. Among the galaxy of top leaders walked in Chief Minister Karpoori Thakur Ji, with a torn Kurta. In his own style, Chandrashekhar Ji asked people to donate some money so that Karpoori Ji could purchase a new Kurta. But, Karpoori Ji was Karpoori Ji- he accepted the money but donated it to the CM Relief Fund.

Social justice was most dear to Jan Nayak Karpoori Thakur Ji. His political journey was marked by monumental efforts to create a society where resources were distributed fairly, and everyone, regardless of their social standing, had access to opportunities. He wanted to address the systemic inequalities that plagued Indian society.

Such was his commitment to his ideals that despite living in an era where the Congress Party was omnipresent, he took a distinctly anti-Congress line because he was convinced very early on that the Congress had deviated from its founding principles.

His electoral career began in the early 1950s and since then, he became a force to reckon with in the legislative chambers, powerfully voicing the struggles of the working class, labourers, small farmers and youngsters. Education was a subject very close to his heart. Throughout his political career he worked to improve education facilities for the poor. He was a proponent of education in local languages so that people from small towns and villages can climb the ladder and attain success. As CM, he took many measures for the welfare of senior citizens as well.

PM Modi concluded the article by thanking Lt. Shri Karpori Thakur for his contribution. “As a person belonging to the backward classes myself, I have much to thank Jan Nayak Karpoori Thakur Ji for. Unfortunately, we lost Karpoori Ji at a relatively young age of 64. We lost him when we needed him the most. Yet, he lives on in the heart and minds of crores of people due to his work. He was a true Jan Nayak!”

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Lal Bahadur Shastri 116th Birth Anniversary President Kovind Pm Modi Amit Shah Rajnath Singh Pays Tribute To Him – लाल बहादुर शास्त्री की 116वीं जयंती, विजय घाट जाकर पीएम मोदी ने दी श्रद्धांजलि

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"The World Cup final was held on Indira Gandhi's birth anniversary and the country lost.” Assam Chief Minister Himanta Biswa Sarma

India losing the World Cup has become a great political issue and a blame game for different political parties. Making the ongoing debate more colorful, Assam Chief Minister Himanta Biswa Sarma on Wednesday said that the core reason for India losing the World Cup 2023 is that it was held on former Prime Minister Indira Gandhi's birth anniversary.

"That day, the India vs Australia World Cup match happened. We were winning every game. Lost the final. Then I came and saw. What was that day? Why did we lose? We are Hindus and I go according to the day, etc. Then I saw the World Cup final was played on such a day which was also Indira Gandhi's birth anniversary," Biswa said while addressing an election rally in Hyderabad.

Sarma also advised BCCI and simultaneously took a dig at the Gandhi family. He said that BCCI must ensure that no future matches are organized on dates that mark the birthday of a Nehru-Gandhi family member. "The World Cup final was held on Indira Gandhi's birth anniversary and the country lost. That's why, I want to tell the BCCI that if you have a world cup final game, make a calculation. That day should not be linked to the Gandhi family. Otherwise, the country will lose," he said.

Earlier, Rahul Gandhi made a comment on India’s loss associating it with the presence of PM Narendra Modi in the stadium. The statement gives the event of team India's loss in World Cup 2023 a political angle. Rahul referred to PM Modi as ‘panauti’ and said that his presence in the stadium was the reason India lost despite being on a winning streak.

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( avan jogia, he/him, cis male )  careful, hayden modi has arrived to the city of dreams!! they look twenty four years old and word on the street is they are from montreal, canada and currently reside in lower east side. they are currently living life in the city as a bartender. one thing they never want anyone to find out is he lost his daughter recently. too bad nothing remains a secret for long even in the city of dreams. some people say they are closed off,  but i think they are charming. welcome to the city of dreams, hayden! we hope you enjoy your stay! 

tws for child death, cancer, self mutilation, depression, suicidal thoughts, drug abuse and addiction

basic stats ;

full name: hayden rajat modi nicknames: only goes by hayden, claims he’s too ‘unoriginal’ for nicknames gender: cis male height: 6 ‘ 0 age: 24 birthday / zodiac: october 21, 1997, libra sun ( libra - scorpio cusp , or the ‘cusp of drama and criticism’ ), sagittarius moon, gemini rising right handed or left handed: right handed eye color: brown hair color: black piercings and tattoos: both ears pierced ( hoop piercings ), a cartilage piercing on his left ear, the name ‘hayley’ tattooed on his right wrist with an angel sexuality / romantic orientation: bisexual / biromantic place of birth: montreal, canada hometown: montreal, canada languages spoken: french ( canadian french, native tongue ) and english three things he likes: getting high, the beatles, long walks by the ocean three things he dislikes: when the party ends, the mere idea that nothing is forever, being alone with his thoughts five aesthetics: pictures of hayley, drowning out your sorrows through narcotics, eating at denny’s at ungodly hours drunk off your ass, dried up tears, being the actual life of the party  last four songs listened to: black summer by red hot chili peppers, cigarette smoke by arctic monkeys, i’m so tired by the beatles, glass onion by the beatles 

background story ;

hayden was the fourth born child of rajat and kimmy modi, out of eight other brothers and sisters, being the ultimate middle child

despite having so many kids, his parents payed attention to each and every one of them, never leaving a kid out like some parents with multiple children did. this had it’s ups and downs, but mostly downs ( in hayden’s opinion ). his parents were super strict and very old school, close minded people, which is something that drove hayden insane

now, they weren’t bad parents per say, but hayden thought they were overbearing. they had rules he found really dumb like no skirts below the knee for girls, everyone had a curfew at nine pm, they weren’t allowed to date until after they moved out of the house, no people over until they’ve met their parents, their parents had to approve of all the clothes they wore, no tattoos, piercings or dying your hair, and one that hayden really hated in particular? him and his brothers were always forced to keep their hair as short as they could, as his parents didn’t allow them to have longer hair

these were just some of the rules they had, because there were plenty more , each one more ridiculous and strict than the last. hayden grew up being that friend that couldn’t go out unless his parents met your parents, wasn’t allowed out on school days at all, pretty much had all these rules he had to follow which he hated. he was that friend that you could never really hang out with outside of school because it was either one, too hard to do so, or two, he simply wasn’t allowed

it was overbearing, and while he understood that his parents did all of this because they cared, it actually made hayden resent them, because he felt like he had no actual free will around them. they wanted to control everything, know every little detail, and he couldn’t stand it

so, if you guessed it, he started acting out at an early age, but…. secretly, of course. he always kept everything he knew they wouldn’t approve of a secret, which was hard to do with the amount of siblings he had and how much his parents were on his ass, but he managed to do so. honestly, his parents’ rules did nothing to help keep him in place. if anything, being guarded so much and restricted like that made him want to do all the wild things his parents were so afraid of him doing, so, that’s just what he did

while he was smart enough to keep his grades up, his social life was mostly kept a secret because his parents would never approve. hayden started wilding out the second he became a teenager. thirteen was basically his year!

this is the first time he tried alcohol and cigarettes, his first kiss, the first time he snuck out, all the things his parents didn’t want him doing, he began doing at this age, of course, all secretly, but he still did them

by the time he’s sixteen, he meets a girl he would soon fall head over heels in love with. her name was hanna  hanna was basically everything his parents wanted him not to be, everything they hated, and even with their ‘no dating’ rule, hayden fell for her, and hard

he was breaking their rules secretly already before she showed up, but hanna encouraged him to break even more. she had hippie parents who told her to follow her desire , basically everything hayden could want. he found it very difficult to say no to her. he had only tried weed and beer up until he met her, but she got him to try just about everything in the book, eventually getting him hooked on coke

she was toxic, and it was only a matter of time before her influence on him really began to show. he had always been so good at hiding everything from his parents, his siblings, but he started to slip with her. fast forward a year later and his mother finds an empty coke bag in his sock drawer. this of course, leads to the ultimate argument with his parents

everything comes to light right then and there. the argument is so terrible, his crying mother becomes so angry, she slaps him ( which is huge for hayden, because neither one of his parents had ever laid a hand on him or one of his siblings ). they basically kick him out and surprisingly? hayden is so filled with rage, he’s perfectly okay with that, doesn’t even bother to use the thirty minutes they give him to ‘pack your bags and get the fuck out of here’ either, he just grabs his camera and leaves, and the first person he goes to? hanna. he honestly hasn’t seen his parents or siblings since that day

they pretty much runaway with a couple of her hippie friends and start road tripping the states together, spend hanna’s eighteenth birthday in las vegas , which was absolutely crazy , and that’s saying little. eventually , hayden and hanna settle down in some trailer homes in new jersey

after a night filled with too many beers and lines, they find out hanna is expecting three months later, right when they’re finally getting settled in. despite the fast lifestyle they both live, they decide to keep it . ‘it’ turns out to be a girl, and they name her hayley

hayden never wanted to be a father, but as cheesy as it sounds, his daughter really changed him. he really wanted to be a better man for her even though he was barely eighteen and didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, literally never felt a love so pure, just wanted to protect her and be a good dad

however, the same can’t be said for hanna. she tells him she’s going to get the baby formula one day and never comes back, leaving hayden a single father when his daughter is only four months old. he’s alone and scared, doesn’t have a single clue what to do, but he somehow makes it work

stops doing drugs, gets his shit together even though it’s hard. he’s stressed 24/7 but for once, he’s trying to do things the right way. he’s nothing like his parents at all, but he understands what it’s like to care for someone so much  you don’t want anything bad to happen to them, he doesn’t agree with what his parents did but after becoming a dad , he gets where they’re coming from. he becomes a better person , all thanks to hayley

!tws for cancer, child death, depression, self mutilation and suicidal thoughts for the next four bullets, read with caution! fast forward five years later however, and hayley becomes really sick with leukemia . hayden starts spending his time in the hospital more than anything. unfortunately , after over a year of struggling, she ends up passing away when she’s six years old

it was one of those cases where hayden never really thought that would be the outcome, you know? he knew it was bad, but he was positive they would get through it. the amount of times he thought ‘no, she’s too young. no, not my daughter. she’ll be fine’ was a lot. he’s seen cases of parents going through that but he never in his entire life thought that would be his case as well, until he actually went through it

it doesn’t take a genius to guess how upset the situation makes him. hayden becomes very, very depressed, basically drowning himself in his work to try and ignore just how awful he felt. he never thought it would hurt as much as it does. he doesn’t think he could put it into words just how painful it is, not in french, not in englis , not in any language

he has a mental breakdown so bad, he impulsively goes into his bathroom and shaves his entire head and eyebrows. i’m not even talking like a buzzcut, no, straight up just bald and no eyebrows. he begins repeatedly punching the mirror until his knuckles and whole arm are covered in blood and shards of glass. he needed stitches because of this, but the physical pain didn’t compare to the emotional pain he felt inside. being bald with no eyebrows was not a look on him, but he’s in such a bad place, he doesn’t care. after being clean for more than half a decade, he breaks his sobriety, literally …. becomes a mess

eventually, his hair and eyebrows grow back, but he’s really never the same person again. this is how he ends up in new york  –  living in jersey with all those memories is just too painful for him, he goes to the lower eastside where no one knows a thing about him or his story

he’s back to his old habits because he really doesn’t give a fuck anymore. he genuinely feels like he has nothing left to live for even though he’s so young. he feels tired and worn out and really, really sad, and honestly? suicidal, but he never shows this side of himself

instead, he’s dwelled on becoming the party guy. he’s that friend you call up to drink, smok , or just get high with. he’s back to his fast paced lifestyle and he couldn’t care less. it’s gotten to a point where he doesn’t care if he takes it too far. he just doesn’t give a single flying fuck anymore. watch him drinking at the job ( even though he’s a bartender so it’s fine but )

his existence has become rather empty. getting high and getting drunk, barely sleeping , doing chaotic shit that could get him arrested. again, he just feels like he has nothing to live for, desperately needs therapy even though he’ll probably never go bless him

he hates being alone! not even because it scares him or anything, but because he thinks too much when he is. he hates being alone with his own thoughts, honestly always wants to be with someone or high on something because he just hates thinking

has the name ‘hayley’ tattooed on his wrist, with a little angel underneath. will probably tell you it was a drunk tattoo if asked even though it obviously wasn’t

hayden doesn’t really do relationships after what happened in his last one. he would like one, but doesn’t like putting in all the effort, huge on hookups and meaningless sex because it’s become his life

he loves taking pictures! has a polaroid camera which was literally the only thing he took from his house when he left. he’ll take pictures wherever he goes as he claims pictures are the perfect way to ‘capture life’s moments’. he has a ton of pictures of his daughter

got his aa , but never furthered his education

he’s really, really sad, as stated above. the truth is that he kind of doesn’t care if he takes it too far with the partying because he feels like there’s nothing left for him here. he’s depressed, he’s lonely, he literally wakes up in the middle of the night screaming because he constantly has nightmares, which is why he hates sleeping, constantly has tired eyes ( i’m so tired by the beatles plays in the background )

i’m gonna end this here so it won’t get so long, but below is his birthchart, hmu for plots!

birthchart ;

[haydenisms]

avan jogia , bisexual , male + he/him ― hey look , it’s hayden modi ! they’re twenty four years old , they’ve lived in shrike heights for three months , and they’re currently working at julio’s bar . i heard they’re pretty reckless , but i think they’re so open minded at the same time . can they make it out alive ?

! tws for drug abuse and addiction , pregnancy and child death , proceed with caution !

basic info

☆ full name : hayden rajat modi ☆ nicknames : usually just goes by hayden , claims he’s too ‘ unoriginal ’ for nicknames ☆ birthday / zodiac : october 21 , libra sun ( libra - scorpio cusp , or the ‘ cusp of drama and criticism ’ ) , sagittarius moon , gemini rising ☆ right handed or left handed : ambidextrous ☆ height : 5 ‘ 11 ☆ three things he likes : getting high , the beatles , any harley davidson motorcycle  ☆ three things he dislikes : when the party ends , being alone with his thoughts , the mere idea that nothing is really forever ☆ eye color : brown ☆ hair color : black ☆ place of birth : montreal , canada ☆ languages spoken : canadian french , english , very basic conversational gujarati  ☆ five aesthetics : pictures of hayley , drowning out your sorrows through narcotics , eating at denny’s at ungodly hours drunk off your ass , dried up tears , being the actual life of the party 

background story and headcanons

hayden was the fourth born child of rajat and kimmy modi , out of eight other brothers and sisters , being the ultimate middle child

despite having so many kids , his parents payed attention to each and every one of them , never leaving a kid out like some parents with multiple children did . this had it’s ups and downs , but mostly downs ( in hayden’s opinion ) . his parents were super strict and very old school , close minded people , which is something that drove hayden insane

now , they weren’t bad parents per say , but hayden thought they were overbearing . they had rules he found really dumb like no skirts below the knee for girls , everyone had a curfew at nine pm , they weren’t allowed to date until after they moved out of the house , no people over until they’ve met their parents , their parents had to approve of all the clothes they wore , no tattoos , piercings or dying your hair , and one that hayden really hated in particular ? him and his brothers were always forced to keep their hair as short as they could , as his parents didn’t allow them to have longer hair 

these were just some of the rules they had , because there were plenty more , each one more ridiculous and strict than the last . hayden grew up being that friend that couldn’t go out unless his parents met your parents , wasn’t allowed out on school days at all , pretty much had all these rules he had to follow which he hated . like , he was that friend that you could never really hang out with outside of school because it was either one , too hard to do so , or two , he simply wasn’t allowed 

it was overbearing , and while he understood that his parents did all of this because they cared , it actually made hayden resent them , because he felt like he had no actual free will around them . they wanted to control everything , know every little detail , and he couldn’t stand it 

so , if you guessed it , he started acting out at an early age , but .... secretly , of course . he always kept everything he knew they wouldn’t approve of a secret , which was hard to do with the amount of siblings he had and how much his parents were on his ass , but he managed to do so . honestly , his parents’ rules did nothing to help keep him in place . if anything , being guarded so much and restricted like that made him want to do all the wild things his parents were so afraid of him doing , so , that’s just what he did 

while he was smart enough to keep his grades up , his social life was mostly kept a secret because his parents would never approve . hayden started wilding out , no lie , the second he became a teenager . thirteen was basically his year !

this is the first time he tried alcohol and cigarettes , his first kiss , the first time he snuck out , all the things his parents didn’t want him doing , he began doing at this age , of course , all secretly , but he still did them

his little escapades only became more and more intense as he got older . cigarettes became joints , kisses turned into sex , and well .... you get the idea 

by the time he’s sixteen , he meets a girl he would soon fall head over heels in love with . her name was hanna . hanna was basically everything his parents wanted him not to be , everything they hated , and even with their ‘ no dating ’ rule , hayden fell for her , and hard 

he was breaking their rules secretly already before she showed up , but hanna encouraged him to break even more . she had hippie parents who told her to follow her desires , basically everything hayden could want really . he found it very difficult to say no to her . he had only tried weed and beer up until he met her , but she got him to try just about everything in the book , eventually getting him hooked on coke 

she was toxic , and it was only a matter of time before her influence on him really began to show . he had always been so good at hiding everything from his parents , his siblings , but he started to slip with her . fast forward a year later and his mother finds an empty coke bag in his sock drawer . this of course , leads to the ultimate argument with his parents

everything comes to light right then and there . the argument is so terrible , his crying mother becomes so angry , she slaps him ( which is huge for hayden , because neither one of his parents had ever laid a hand on him or one of his siblings ) . they basically kick him out and surprisingly ? hayden is so filled with rage , he’s perfectly okay with that , doesn’t even bother to use the thirty minutes they give him to ‘ pack your bags and get the fuck out of here ’ either , legit just grabs his camera and leaves , and the first person he goes to ? hanna . he honestly hasn’t seen his parents or siblings since that day 

they pretty much runaway with a couple of her hippie friends and start road tripping the states together , spend hanna’s eighteenth birthday in las vegas , which was absolutely crazy , and that’s saying little . eventually , hayden and hanna settle down in some trailer homes in denver

after a night filled with too many beers and lines , they find out hanna is expecting three months later , right when they’re finally getting settled in . despite the fast lifestyle they both live , they decide to keep it . ‘ it ’ turns out to be a girl , and they name her hayley 

hayden never wanted to be a father , but as cheesy as it sounds , his daughter really changed him . like , he really wanted to be a better man for her even though he was barely eighteen and didn’t know what the fuck he was doing , literally never felt a love so pure , just wanted to protect her and be a good dad 

however , the same can’t be said for hanna . she tells him she’s going to get the baby formula one day and never comes back , leaving hayden a single father when his daughter is only four months old . he’s alone and scared , doesn’t have a single clue what to do , but he somehow makes it work

stops doing drugs , gets his shit together even though it’s hard . like he’s stressed 24/7 but for once , he’s trying to do things the right way . he’s nothing like his parents at all , but he understands what it’s like to care for someone so much , you don’t want anything bad to happen to them , he doesn’t agree with what his parents did but after becoming a dad , he gets where they’re coming from . he becomes a better person , all thanks to hayley

fast forward five years later however , and hayley becomes really sick with leukemia . hayden starts spending his time in the hospital more than anything . unfortunately , after a little over a year of struggling , she ends up passing away when she’s six years old 

it was one of those cases where hayden never really thought that would be the outcome, you know ? like he knew it was bad , but he was positive they would get through it . the amount of times he thought ‘ no , she’s too young . no , not my daughter . she’ll be fine ’ was a lot . he’s seen cases of parents going through that but he never in his entire life thought that would be his case as well , until he actually went through it 

it doesn’t take a genius to guess how upset the situation makes him . hayden becomes very , very depressed , basically drowning himself in his work to try and ignore just how awful he felt . he never thought it would hurt as much as it does . he doesn’t think he could put it into words just how painful it is , not in french , not in english , not in any language 

he has a mental breakdown so bad , he impulsively goes into his bathroom and shaves his entire head and eyebrows . i’m not even talking like a buzzcut , no , straight up just bald and no eyebrows . not a look on him , but he’s in such a bad place , he doesn’t care . after being clean for more than half a decade , he breaks his sobriety , literally .... becomes a mess

eventually , his hair and eyebrows grow back , but he’s really never the same person again . this is how he ends up in shrike really  –  living in denver with all those memories is just too painful for him , legit goes to a small town where no one knows a thing about him or his story

he’s back to his old habits because he really doesn’t give a fuck anymore . like , he genuinely feels like he has nothing left to live for even though he’s so young . he feels tired and worn out and really , really sad , but he never shows this side of himself

instead , he’s dwelled on becoming the party animal guy . he’s that friend you call up to drink , smoke , or just get high with . he’s back to his fast paced lifestyle and he couldn’t care less . it’s gotten to a point where he doesn’t care if he takes it too far . like .... he just doesn’t give a single flying fuck anymore watch him drinking at the job ( even though he’s a bartender so it’s gucci but ) 

his existence has become rather empty . getting high and getting drunk , barely sleeping , doing chaotic shit that could get him arrested . again , he just feels like he has nothing to live for ,desperately needs therapy even though he’ll probably never go bless him

he hates being alone ! not even because it scares him or anything , but because he thinks too much when he is . he hates being alone with his own thoughts , dead ass always wants to be with someone or high on something because he just hates thinking

has the name ‘ hayley ’ tattooed on his wrist , with a little angel underneath . will probably tell you it was a drunk tattoo if asked even though it obviously wasn’t 

hayden doesn’t really do relationships after what happened in his last one . he would like one , but doesn’t like putting in all the effort , huge on hookups and meaningless sex because it’s become his life

he loves taking pictures ! has a polaroid camera which was literally the only thing he took from his house when he left . he’ll take pictures wherever he goes as he claims pictures are the perfect way to ‘ capture life’s moments ’ . he has a ton of pictures of his daughter

got his aa , but never furthered his education 

i’m going to end this here because this is getting long , but below is his birth chart ! i’m still figuring him out so i might edit this later on ? who knows tbh

wanted connections

apartment complex buds : these two live in the same apartment complex and have become friends through there , probably party together and get into all sorts of shenanigans , huge ride or die energy here

strawberry fields forever : give me someone he did acid with . it wasn’t hayden’s first time dropping acid , but it was your muses’ first time , so this could be a pretty fun connection depending on their reaction !

my ghost , where’d you go ? : fwbs that ghosted each other 😀 maybe they thought things were becoming too real and dipped ? could be a fun connection to work out 

why’d you only call me when you’re high ? : fwbs that only hook up when they’re under the influence . hayden will call them up at three am like ‘ where are you ? ’ . big dumb energy in this connection right here

coming down : someone who tries to be a good influence on him . they could be there for him whenever he comes down , but this person’s efforts are probably are for nothing because he’s fucked up 💜

young gods : a muse maybe ? someone he takes pictures of ? he’s all ‘ wait don’t move ’ *snaps pic*

or we can brainstorm !

[rosetta-stoned-bitch]

Sushi Di!!!! My birthday is on the same day as our lovely (derogatory) Modi Ji. Noooooo.....whyyyy??????

I wanna change my birth date😭😭😭

Oh my god nooooo

There, there, baby. He'll die soon then you can have the day unscarred 😂😂😂

[spaceiplier]

SPACEIPLIER: Homestuck

((THIS IS A JOKE. IT’S JUST A JOKE. IT'S NOT CANON. HAPPY HOMESTUCK DAY.))

A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 28th of June, 3516, is this young man's birthday. Though it was twenty-five years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!

What will the name of this young man be?

ENTER NAME.

SALLY MCSAGGYTITS

TRY AGAIN, SMARTASS

TRY AGAIN.

MARK FISCHBACH

✔

EXAMINE ROOM

Your name is MARK. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY. A number of CAKES are scattered about your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. You like to program computers but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and are an aspiring AMATEUR PILOT. You also like to play GAMES sometimes.

What will you do?

Mark: Quickly retrieve arms from drawer.

Your ARMS are in your SPACE CHEST, pooplord!

Remove CAKE from SPACE CHEST.

Out of sympathy for Mark's perceived lack of arms, you pick up the CAKE for him and put it on his BED.

Mark: Quickly retrieve arms from SPACE CHEST.

You retrieve your FAKE ARMS from the chest. You use these for HILARIOUS ANTICS.

You CAPTCHALOGUE them in your SYLLADEX. You have no idea what that actually means though.

There are other items in the chest.

Mark: Examine contents of chest.

In here you keep an array of humorous and mystical ARTIFACTS, each one a devastating weapon in the hands of a SKILLED SPACEFARER or a CUNNING PRANKSTER.

You are neither of these things.

Among the ARTIFACTS are: TWO (2) FAKE ARMS [CURRENTLY CAPTCHALOGUED IN YOUR SYLLADEX], ONE (1) PAIR OF TRICK HANDCUFFS, ONE (1) STUNT BLASTER, ONE (1) PILOT’S HELMET, ONE (1) PAIR OF BEAGLE PUSS GLASSES, SEVERAL (~) SMOKE PELLETS, SEVERAL (~) BLOOD CAPSULES, and ONE (1) COPY OF COLONEL SASSACRE'S DAUNTING TEXT OF SPACE FRIVOLITY AND PRACTICAL JAPERY, and ONE (1) COPY OF HARRY ANDERSON'S "WISE GUY", BY MIKE CAVENEY.

Some of this stuff may come in handy at some point. For now, you decide to just take the SMOKE PELLETS.

Mark: Captchalogue the smoke pellets.

You stow the SMOKE PELLETS on one of your CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS in your SYLLADEX.

You still aren't totally sure what that means, but you are starting to get the hang of the vernacular at least.

You have two empty CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS remaining.

Mark: Equip fake arms.

You aren't totally sure if "EQUIP" is a verb copasetic with the abstract behavioral medium in which you dwell, but you give it a try anyway.

Unfortunately, you cannot access the FAKE ARMS! Their card is underneath the one you just used to captchalogue the SMOKE PELLETS. You will have to use the pellets first in order to access the arms. But this is probably unadvisable, since you'd just make your room lousy with smoke!

Your SYLLADEX'S FETCH MODUS is currently dictated by the logic of a STACK DATA STRUCTURE. You were never all that great with data structures and you find the concept puzzling and mildly irritating.

But with any hope, perhaps you will advance new, more practical FETCH MODI for your SYLLADEX with a little more experience.

Mark: Examine Space Sleuth Poster.

Is it even possible to get any more hard boiled than that? You really doubt it. This poster was one of your wisest purchases.

There is a nice spot on the wall next to it. You've been meaning to hang another poster there soon.

Mark: Read note on drawer.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON

I AM SO PROUD OF YOU”

This note is rich with the aromas of MOTHERLY HERBS AND SPICES.

Beside the note is a ROLLED UP POSTER.

Mark: Take poster.

Another BIRTHDAY ARTIFACT. You wonder what is printed on the poster.

You'll need some way to hang it on your wall.

Mark: Acquire hammer and nails. They will come in handy.

You first place the HAMMER into your SYLLADEX.

But now all of your CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS are full. You wonder what will happen if you try to take the NAILS

You guess it doesn't hurt to try.

Mark: Take nails.

You captchalogue FOUR (4) NAILS into the top card, and push all the ARTIFACTS down a card.

The FAKE ARMS are pushed entirely out of the deck!!!

Oh well. They're probably completely useless anyway. But you probably don't want to do that again, unless you want to drop the SMOKE PELLETS and suffer the consequences.

In any case, you now feel like you have gathered enough things to get down to business and do some really important stuff. The next thing you do will probably be exceptionally meaningful.

Mark: Squawk like an imbecile and shit on your desk.

This is the dumbest idea you've had in weeks!!!

STUPID STUPID STUPID.

And yet the polished surface of your desk...

It beckons.

Mark: Combine the nails and hammer.

You MERGE the top two cards.

The HAMMER and NAILS are now captchalogued on the same card and can be used together.

Mark: Use hammer/nails on poster.

You use the HAMMER and NAILS card IN CONJUNCTION with the card beneath it.

Mark: Nail poster to wall.

You use the HAMMER, NAILS, and POSTER on the blank space on the wall.

It's glorious. Exactly what you wanted. Your mom really came through this time.

Mark: Examine Con Space poster.

PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX.

I SAID, PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX.

WHY COULDN'T YOU PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX?

Mark: Examine Deep Impact poster.

Morgan Saorman's genteel, homespun mannerisms were perfect qualities for a president residing over a crisis.

STARS RISE. PLANETS FALL. HOPE SURVIVES.

WOW.

Films about impending apocalypse fascinate you. Plus, a Velm president??? Now you've seen everything!

Mark: Examine calendar.

You've marked your birthday, the 28th of June. Another day you marked was supposed to be the arrival date for the highly touted SBURB BETA LAUNCH.

It's been three days already. It's starting to become a sore subject with you.

Mark: Eat cake.

You are sick to death of cake!!! You've been eating it all day. And you have no intention of clogging your SYLLADEX with it either. The CAKE stays put for now.

You hear a notice from your COMM. Someone is messaging you.

Mark: Examine incoming message.

You pick up your COMMUNICATOR. This is where you spend most of your time. You decorated your screen with some rather handsome WALLPAPER which you made yourself. You are really proud of it.

Your COMMUNICATOR is also littered with various PROGRAMMING PROJECT FILES. You are so bad at programming sometimes you wonder why you even bother with it.

Your PESTERCHUM application is flashing. Someone is trying to get in touch with you.

Mark: Open Pesterchum.

Only one of your CHUMS is logged in. He's sent you a message.

Mark: Open message.

-- turntechLizardhead [TL] began pestering ectoPilot [EP] at 16:13 --

TL: hey so what sort of insane loot did you rake in today EP: i got a little monsters poster, it's so awesome. i'm going to watch it again today, the applejuice scene was so funny. TL: oh hell that is such a coincidence i just found an unopened container of apple juice in my closet it is like fucking scarlix day up in here EP: ok thats fine, but i just have one question and then a word of caution. have you ever seen a movie called little monsters starring howie mandel and fred savage? TL: but TL: the seal on the bottle is unbroken TL: are you suggesting someone put piss in my apple juice at the factory EP: all im saying is don't you think monster howie mandel has the power to do something as simple as reseal a bottle? EP: try using your brain numbnuts. TL: why did the fat kid or whoever drank it know what piss tasted like TL: i mean his reaction was nigh instantaneous EP: it was the 15th day in a row howie mandel peed in his juice. TL: ok i can accept that TL: monster B-list celebrity douchebags are cunning and persistent pranksters TL: also fred savage has a really punchable face TL: but who cares about this lets stop talking about it TL: did you get the beta yet EP: no. EP: did you? TL: man i got two copies already TL: but i dont care im not going to play it or anything the game sounds boring TL: did you see how it got slammed in game bro???? EP: game bro is a joke and we both know it. TL: yeah TL: why dont you go check your mail maybe its there now EP: alright. Mark: Look out window.You see the view of your yard on VENTOS BETA from your window. Hanging from the tree is your TIRE SWING. In a kid's yard, a tree without a tire swing is like a proper gentleman without a monocle. That is to say, HE CAN HARDLY BE CONSIDERED A TERRIBLY PROPER GENTLEMAN AT ALL. And there beside your driveway is the mailbox.

[holyloserlife]

Birthday Gift

Paring: best friend!Ashton X reader

Warning: fluff, mentions smut

Authors note: this is my first published imagine so I hope you like it!

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” I murmured under the black fabric covering my face.

“Shh, just a few more steps,” Ashton giggled in my ear, one of his hands on the small of my back, the other holding my arm. My heart was pounding against my chest, I had no clue what he had planned.

I felt the wind pick up, sending shivers down my spine. I pulled my cardigan tighter, trying to warm myself. I heard Ashton giggle from behind me.

“What?”

“We look insane right now,” he explained.

“Well if you would take the blindfold off and let me see-“

“So impatient,” he interrupted. “Okay, now,” he whispered. I giggled and uncovered my face, showing me a beautiful scene he had set up. A blanket was spread across the ground with a dozens of pillows placed around it. A box of pizza and a box of cupcakes were sitting in the middle and a bunch of lanterns surrounding the blanket, lighting up the place and my mood. “Ta-da! Happy birthday, Y/N!”

“Wow,” I breathed out, taking a couple of steps toward the spot. “Did you do all of this?”

“Of course I did! Only the best for my best friend!”

My heart sunk a little at the f word. Our friendship was dear to me but I wanted it to be more than that. I shook off the disappointment and smiled up at him, finding a comfortable spot on the blanket.

He had dressed up as much as Ashton Irwin could dress up: black skinny jeans, leather jacket, blue shirt, and his curls sitting on top of his head. The light from the lanterns and the moon shined perfectly on his face, making him seem even more beautiful.

Once the pizza was gone, Ashton opened the plastic container, exposing the four chocolate, God sent, cakes. He sticked a single candle in the middle of one and lifting out of the plastic. He lit it with a lighter he stole Calum, smiling the entire time. He handed it to me, grabbing his phone from his pocket to film me.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” he sang, giggling the entire time. I grinned up at him before blowing the flame out as he cheered. “What did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you! Then it wouldn’t come true!” I yelled, laughing.

“C’mon, just tell me! Maybe I could help with it!”

I honestly hadn’t wished for anything so I had to think for it. I wanted to say “for you to be my boyfriend” but that sounded too desperate so I just told him a new car. This lead to him offering to buy me one, me humbly declining.

We started talking about everything. Lying on our backs, looking up at the stars, Ashton brought out his philosophical side. He spoke, I listened. I talked, he listened. Everything seemed perfect; it hadn’t even occurred to me that it wasn’t a real date.

“Oh I almost forgot!” Ashton exclaimed, rising fromt the blanket and digging in his jacket pocket. With a grin, he handed me a small box with a ribbon on top.

“Ashton, I thought we agreed no presents?” I smiled, sitting up and facing him.

“Y’know I couldn’t resist.”

I smiled and began unwrapping the small box. I opened it to reveal a gold necklace with a small diamond.

“I know you like simple things,” he explained.

“Ash, thank you,” I smiled at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he stared at me with a content smile for a minute. “Here, I’ll put it on you.”

I turned my body around and moved my hair out of the way. He swiftly latched the necklace around my neck and snaked his hands around my torso. He pulled me toward his body and held me close, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Y/N?” He spoke lowly.

“Yeah?”

“Have you given much thought to... us?”

“What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant.

“Like, turning it into... I don’t know. This sounded better in my head,” he chuckled. “I want to be with you.”

“You are with me,” I teased, turning my body again to face him.

“No, like, I want to be more than what we are. I love our friendship and I know that you’ve always said you don’t want to ruin it but.. I don’t know.”

“No, Ash, what were you saying?” I asked, liking where this was heading.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” His words hit me like a ton of bricks. His adorable face turned a light pink as he avoided eye contact, looking at the blanket instead of me. “I have been for a while. I’ve been scared to say anything because you always say that you don’t want to lose what we have. But if what we have is real, then why wouldn’t this work?”

I grabbed his hand and rubbed my thumb across his fingers. I was speechless.

“It’s stupid. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he moaned in a hushed voice, squinting his eyes. I looked at him with the most love I had ever felt towards him.

I cupped his face, smiling at him. “I love you, too.”

His discouraged face then turned into a huge grin. “Why didn’t you say anything then? You just scared me!”

“I wasn’t prepared for it,” I laughed.

He giggled from embarrassment, running his fingers through his hair. “Would you like to try it? Like, being together together?”

I smiled and nodded, leaning my face closer to him, him meeting me halfway. His hand went around my waist, pulling me closer to his body as the kiss deepened.

“Wait,” Ashton pulled away, licking his lips- his arms still wrapped around my body. “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?”

“I guess so,” I rolled my eyes and smiled.

My stomach was being attacked by butterflies. I couldn’t believe Ashton Irwin, my best friend, my crush for the past year, my favorite artist in the whole world, had just became my boyfriend. I kissed him long and hard.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

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I groaned as I heard the annoying alarm going off- I had forgotten to turn it off for work. My eyes slowly peeled open as I reached towards the bedside table, my fingers grazing my phone. I grabbed it, squinting as I tried to shut off the sharp noises coming out of my device. A tired yawn escaped my lips as I quietly sat my phone back on the nightstand and rubbed my burning eyes.

I turned my head to see a still sleeping Ashton. His tanned, bare skin glowed in the sunlight that was peeking in my room, making him seem even more warm. His brown curls were spread across his forehead, his brows furrowed. I smiled at how soft he looked. His hand reached out under the covers, trying to find my body among the blankets. With his eyes still closed, his lips formed a frown. My smile widened as I rolled onto my side, grabbing Ashton’s hand in mine. He pulled my bare mody closer to him, the frown on his face replaced with a satisfied smile.

I started to lightly graze his skin, snaking my hand from his arm to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. Ashton’s hand rested on my waist, his fingers dancing on my skin causing goosebumps to rise. A soft, content smile escaped his lips as his eyes slowly opened.

“Good morning,” he croaked out in his sexy morning voice.

“Good morning,” I hummed back. He smiled as his eyes closed again, his lips kissed the top of my head. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I smiled.

“Me either,” he agreed. “I feel like I’m waiting to wake up from a wet dream.”

I laughed. “How many wet dreams have you had of me?”

“A few,” he giggled. “You can’t tell me you’ve never had a wet dream about me.”

“Okay, okay, I’ve had a few. But I’ve had more about Luke than you,” I teased.

“That’s not even funny.”

“I’m just kidding, Love,” I giggled, pecking Ashton on the lips. I moved my arm to rest against his side as I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, taking in his musky scent. He began to laugh, rubbing my back. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just cute,” he spoke with a smile.

“Gag.”

“Why won’t you ever let me compliment you?”

“Because I never know how to respond to them,” I laughed, moving my head to where I can see him. “And because I hate cheesy stuff.”

“I hate to break it to ya, Princess, but I’m the biggest hopeless romantic on this planet. Now that we’re together you have to enjoy the cheese,” he smirked, pecking my lips.

“Great,” I joked sarcastically as I returned to my previous spot. Neither of us moved or said a word, just taking in the peaceful morning that we were engulfed in. Ashton’s finger tips moved up and down my back, relaxing me even more. “I don’t want to get up,” I whispered.

“Then we don’t have to,” he responded lowly.

“But what about-“

“Babe, I’m here for another week.”

“But-”

“Shh, you’re ruining the moment,” he interrupted me, rolling to where his body was crushing mine.

“Ashton,” I laughed.

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?” I smiled.

He pushed himself up to where he could see my face. “I’m trying to keep you quiet,” he teased. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I find that quite rude, Irwin.”

“Do you blame me?” he smirked, his face inching closer.

“No,” I giggled, lightly pulling his face closer to me. He gently pressed his lips against mine, a sweet and tired kiss. It started to deepen- my hands tangling in his hair. “You know,” I spoke as we continued, “we have to get up-”

“Y/N,” Ash groaned pulling away from me. “What is so important that we have to get up?”

“I got us reservations to the new fancy restaurant,” I laughed, knowing I was starting to annoy him.

“For when?”

“Lunch.”

“What time is it?” he asked looking over at his phone. “It’s nine thirty, we have plenty of time.”

“Time for what?” I smirked.

“Oh, you know,” Ash smiled, “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.”

“But, Ashton,” I teased, “you’re ruining the moment.”

“Shut up, will ya?” he laughed as he kissed me.