#we can pick him up in august im so excited

[thinksideways]

in good news I was able to purchase the 12ft Home Depot skeleton today

[moonstruckme]

hi mae !! im currently in love with eddie, so i was wondering if you could write an eddie x fem!reader drabble, where they're in a long distance relationship and are finally getting to see each other in person again after a while of being apart? if isnt something youre interested in, i understand :))

Hi gorgeous, thank you for requesting!!

cw: mention of weed (Eddie deals but they're not smoking)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

Eddie likes to think of himself as erring on the wild side, but you know he sticks to his routines the same as a crotchety old man. And even though he’s graduated from high school, he still deals to a few of the kids he knew when he was there. You’re lucky; you step into the woods behind the school right as the buyer is leaving, a scraggly kid whose head bobs as he walks and who looks at you like you might go tattle to his parents. You’re too excited to take offense. 

Eddie’s still sitting at his picnic table, one leg hiked up on the bench like he’s thinking of climbing up, closing the clasps of the tin lunchbox he keeps his stash in. He doesn’t startle as you come up behind him, just turns with a half interested look in his eyes. 

A laugh bubbles out of you when they widen comically. 

“Hey,” you say, picking up your pace to cross the distance to him. 

“Holy fuck.” Eddie nearly trips getting out of his seat. He leaves the lunchbox behind. “Jesus, what the fuck?” 

“Glad to see you too,” you laugh, putting your arms around him. 

And you know from experience that Eddie’s a fantastic hugger, but this one is a bit of a scramble. He’s rushed, greedy, hands starting at your sides and then wriggling their way across your back until he’s got you where he wants you. Pulled tight against him with his arms banded across the high and low points of your back, face pressed into your shoulder, your feet still touching the ground but just barely. The whole production makes your chest hurt, a gratifying ache.

“What are you doing here?” It sounds almost like an accusation, muffled affectionately into the material of your shirt. 

You can’t stop giggling. Eddie’s hair tickles your nose. “Crazy thing,” you reply, “they actually let us have summers off.” 

Eddie’s funny in that he almost never asks the right questions. The last time you’d seen him had been during winter break, and when you’d gone back to school and been calling every night, he only asked about your life there. Always what you were doing and how much fun you were having, infinitely sweet in his support of your college experience even if he couldn’t share in it, and in his curiosity he’d somehow forgotten to wonder when you might be coming home again. 

“Okay, smartass.” He gives you a happy little squeeze. “How long do I get you for?” 

“Until August.” 

Eddie makes a delighted moaning sound that sets your giggles off all over again. 

“Yes.” His tone evokes the feeling of a fist-pump without the follow-through of the actual motion, but his hands slip from around you. He grabs your face and kisses you hard. “Fuck yeah!” 

You’re grinning massively as you meet him kiss for kiss, arms crawling up around his shoulders. 

“Best. Surprise. Ever.” He holds you still for a series of quick pecks, deviating from your lips to kiss your cheek, your nose. “Shit, is it, like, super unromantic if I start taking your clothes off?” 

“Kinda,” you say, though you don’t deny him when one of his hands slips down to paw at your ass. “We’re maybe fifty feet from a high school right now.” 

“Mhm, mhm, but hear me out.” Eddie’s words are interspersed with little suctioning sounds, his lips planting themselves eagerly upon any bit of you they can find. “Back when we went here, that would have been the hottest thing, you know? We can even go under the bleachers if you want.” 

You don’t open your eyes, but they’re rolling. “My ovaries are quaking.” 

Eddie groans low in his throat and squeezes your ass teasingly. “So stubborn.” 

“We can go back to your place,” you offer. 

“No, no.” He sighs, heavy and dramatic. “We’d have to drive, and I’m not ready to be across a console from you yet.” Eddie backs you up until your backside hits the picnic table, helping you up and positioning himself between your legs. His arms wrap around you again, half makeout and half hug. “Let’s stay here for a while. Wouldn’t be able to focus on the road anyway.” 

[wildpeachfarm]

I need to talk about how excited i am about dreams project

Ok so

We saw, and had confirmed by dream, that the titan can interact with the world around him right? And a few people pointed out that it kind of looks like george is holding something in the teaser pic right? So a few ideas i had were that maybe the titan can throw stuff? Or even grab the land around him and throw it, similarly to a snowball fight type of interaction.

Or or ORRRR even?? Be able to pick dream up?? Like the fkn titans in Attack on titan? Jump and maybe cause an earthquake?? The possibilities are endless and it makes SO much sense why its taken nearly a year for it to be finished!! (Who else remembers dream excitedly teasing it last august??) and i can't WAITTTTT FOR ITTTT

YES IM SO EXCITEDDD

I forget who said it but someone said one of the arduinos he was working on looks like he might be able to register each hand as a trackable object in game so it's definitely possible he could hold things!!

I especially love all the compsci and engineering people getting really excited over this stuff because then I get to listen to all their ramblings about what each thing means!

[saffronimagines]

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her

Era: flashbacks, present day is S11.

Words: 2k

Warnings:, pregnancy, violence, gore, language, stress,

A/N: I made reader 35, because I'm simply not comfortable making her in her early twenties, as Daryl is canonically in his late 30's

Summary: we see what you've been doing when the outbreak started, as well as another flash back of yours and Daryl's first kiss!

2010, August 25th

the dead were walking, and they were coming for you. nothing could be worse, especially since, Archer wouldn't stop crying. trying to outrun them at least till you got to your bike, which had been at the shop.

absolute chaos rained around you. fire, screaming…as you approached the garage, you immediately ran in. scanning the room and making sure no one was inside with you.

"Archer, honey. you've got to be quiet" you cooed, as you straddled the seat. making Archer sit in front of you flicking the key, praying the thing would turn on. by sheer luck, it did. so while holding your son impossibly tight. you drove off to escape the city.

A few days later, everything had only gotten worse. the stress of keeping yourself as well as your son safe, you hoped Daryl was looking for you. no, you knew he was looking for you. the only weapon you had was one of Daryl's hunting knives engraved with D.D.

Archer would be turning three years old, and you had no idea what to do other than find shelter…a new home. and you weren't going to find it here, in the middle of the forest.

it took months to finally find the home you and Archer wished for, an abandoned hotel building awaited you both. going inside then told Archer "stay here" watching as he hid behind the reception desk.

only about eleven dead invaded the building, which you were grateful for. "Archer come on" he immediately ran to you clinging to your stomach in a hug. "can I pick a room?" he whispered up at you

"go on" you nudged him forward, and he rushed up the stairs in excitement. you trailing behind, he seriously walked up eleven flights of stairs "this one!" he grinned, out of breath. "the suite, huh? good taste kid" you opened the door to find the room clean and dusty.

"Can I have my own room?" his own room? "ill think about it"

2010, September 13th:

the heat had only been getting worse, although it might be worse since you were working on plumbing outside. that's when you felt a hand rest on your shoulder, you grab their wrist and twist behind their back. "ow! Jesus!" a man, followed by a small girl about a year older than Archer, clinging to a pregnant woman.

"I'm Jason!" you released his wrist, olive skin complemented by his brown hair. he wore a blue flannel and matted jeans.

He walked back to the woman. and continued talking. "this is my wife, Renee. and daughter, Finley." Finley was younger than Archer. maybe by a year or so. You could see the goosebumps on Renee's pale skin, she looked clammy and sweaty. waving slightly, you introduce yourself. "im __ and my son is inside"

Renee glances at her stomach, the hotel, and finally you. "this might be a lot to ask but, would you mind if we stayed here? for the birth of my baby, I'm four months" you're heartbroken. of course, you would, but the outbreak had taught you people weren't always nice.

"of course, you can stay here" you unhooked the keys from your belt, opening the hotel building. letting the family inside, "Pick any room you'd like" while Renee and Finley walked around to find a room, Jason stayed behind.

"I saw you fixing the plumbing, any luck?" rubbing his forehead in worry. "I've got no idea, I was almost finished with the electricity. then I remembered the water system" since the outbreak you were trying to keep it together. "I could try to fix the plumbing, while you fix the power" and then you realized you didn't have to do it alone.

January 3rd, 2010,

over the past months, you'd built a life for yourself. you fixed the power with solar panels, meaning elevators worked. and lights. Jason fixed the plumbing like he said, having showers with rainwater.

many others passed the hotel. you now have a community of people who looked up to you. Renee was about to give birth, and everything seemed to stress you out.

you and Renee had become very good friends, but honestly, you weren't fit to deliver her baby. only having a few medical trainees there.

5:00 am

the ungodly alarm went off, meaning it was time for you to sort the scavenger routes. reaching your arm to hit the stop button, you looked at Archer's stirring body. sighing in relief when he didn't wake.

quietly getting out of bed, and slowly closing the door. you take the elevator fifth floor, to where the group would be waiting for you. hearing the ding, to tell you you'd reached the floor. your eyes squinted when you opened the door. "Jason?" why was he in here?

"I'm going out to scavenge" his eyes trained on the map. "no, your not." you laugh. walking closer to him. "Renee's water might break, she needs you here" Emotions rose within you, You needed Daryl…just like Renee needed Jason.

"we're running low on supplies, Fin isn't eating" Finley hadn't been drinking breast milk, meaning they need formula. which they don't have. "ill go then, you need to stay" you offered.

"no, people need you here." after arguing for a few minutes, you let him go. walking out of the room in anger.

7:41 pm:

Your nails broke under your teeth, why was no one back? why wasn't Jason back? the stress ate you alive, guilt. why had you let him leave?

then to break you out of your thoughts,

your name echoed throughout the halls.

North Georgia, December 20th, 1990

Your and the Dixon brother friendship only grew from the day you met, Daryl came to see you more often. so much that it annoyed Norm. he said "stop distracting my best worker" and gave Daryl a job there.

the snow set thick outside, hands covered in oil as you both chatted away about your opinions on the holidays. "I was never a fan" Daryl shrugs. hands deep in a car engine.

"your not a fan of anythin' are ya'" smiling at the Dixon's look when you attempted his accent. "tha' was terrible" he grinned. "so are you" going back to your regular voice.

"I've always liked Christmas, my parents would get drunk and pass out. so I could go out and do anything I wanted" you confessed, memory playing over in your head.

"wha' would ya' do?" eyebrows furrowing. "nothing…well, I'd ride my motorbike to Atlanta, and order a pie from Flat-bush. it was the only place open…I used to go there every year since I was sixteen, but I've kinda just stopped now. I miss it.." Daryl laughed, he laughed hard.

"Why are you laughing!" his laugh was contagious, causing you to laugh along. "tha' made ya' happy?" shaking his head side to side.

"some of the best days of my life" he noted that, forever

North Georgia, December 25th, 1990

Christmas morning was spent inside your house garage, working on bikes by yourself. as Daryl didn't show, which you didn't mind, he was probably celebrating Christmas like a normal person.

5:54 pm:

a motorbike could be heard from the distance, which wasn't rare. many people owned them around here (including yourself)

"open up!" banging on your garage door. Daryl? bending over to pull it up, the shocking sight of Daryl, swaddled in a jacket with a fluffed collar. "hey.." your eyes trailed to his hands, your helmet.

"hey…I was wonderin' I know ya' miss Atlanta. and flat-bush…" you immediately knew where he was going, a hard blush headed to your cheeks, you hoped he couldn't see it.

"Are you asking me to go to Atlanta with you?.." you hoped he was, prayed to god even. "yea'" your heart ran so fast. no one had ever treated you as well as he had.

"I'd love to" Daryl felt himself release a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. he handed you the helmet, walking with you to his bike. He slides on his helmet before sitting down on the leather seat. Your hand finds its way to his waist, and he tenses from your touch but he doesn't tell you to let go. he doesn't want you to.

The ride there is wonderful, it is everything you could ever want. it didn't even feel like five hours. when you finally arrived your eyes watered. "Daryl…this was a seriously fantastic thing to do for me" tears threatened to fall.

"Don' mention it" his look screamed nervous. but there was only one thing you wanted to do.

you grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours. he leaned into you wishing to never let go. you decided then and there…you loved him

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[likesunsetorange]

I’m a e2l fan so I want anything you could give us about it like characters likes /dislikes ? Small snippet (sorry Im so excited for this fic I’m asking for alot :,(no pressure though <3)

love you hope you’re doing good

hiii! you're so sweet, ily2! i'm mostly good! a little stressed bc school but i'm keeping it pushing haha

and you're not asking for a lot!! i've actually been talking a lot about this au with a few of my moots lately so i've been itching to share about it so honestly go crazy with asking about it!!! since i haven't gotten as many asks about this au i guess i'll make this ask kind of long and just kind of dump some of the stuff from my notes into it? and i have a tiny snippet i can share too!

so i'll just go on a long ass tangent below lol

okay, so first thing about this au, the one thing i really want to emphasize (without spoiling) is the whole thing about this au is that their breakup reason is important, but also that nobody in particular is at fault. sometimes life just happens, and things happen, and sometimes you just need to take a step back and re-evaluate yourself, your goals, and what you really want! it's about coming back together and choosing that person in the end because you realize not being with them is worse than whatever drove y'all apart!

tbh a lot of this au is partially inspired by my own breakup & how the experience of me getting over it! i was in my early 20s for the first time being single after being in a relationship since i was a teenager and i was like woah wtf idk how to be single/without a partner. so that's a big focus of that! learning how to find yourself and realign your goals and all that!

but we can get into the characters now!

eren:

definitely is a bit more obvious about missing mikasa, but tries to act like he doesnt (he has her highlight still up lol, not doing a good job at it)

mostly just works a lot while they're not together

after they breakup, mikasa moves out of their apartment, so he's stuck seeing all their stuff all the time

the first time they see each other its messy, they get into a big fight lol, they aren't allowed to hang out together lol

but he realizes pretty fast that he regrets the breakup, but he sees that mikasa seems to be doing okay, so he wouldn't wanna intrude on that

he gets armin in the breakup basically (mostly bc he sees armin more, but armin still talks to mikasa, just not as much as he does to eren obvi)

he picks up some of mikasa's hobbies bc he misses her so much lol he's down horrendous

at the very least does miss mikasa at least as a friend

mikasa

after their breakup, because she's kind of trying to spite eren, she starts going out a lot to cope—her "hot girl era" essentially lol

she definitely starts prioritizing herself a lot more, and spends more time with her friends and figuring out what she wants outside of eren

but she definitely misses eren, she's just better at hiding it lol

she partially thinks he just doesn't want anything to do with her anymore (a lot of this is just them being fucking idiots lol), and she basically doesn't try to stalk him or see what he's up to bc she doesn't wanna know out of her own peace of mind

she has very bad flight anxiety so when they fly to italy, she lowkey kind of hopes that eren doesn't change his flight (he does bc he has to do something not even to be petty), and she has a very terrible flight experience and all she wishes is that eren were there

and here's a little snippet! this takes place the day after they break up!! sorry for rambling LOl but hope you enjoyed my little tangent! :)

“Damn, Mikasa,” Gabi called out from behind her, only causing Mikasa to turn around. “We didn’t know you went out on weeknights.” 

Gabi, one of the college freshmen who worked at the gallery, had a tendency to say whatever was on her mind, never bothering to filter herself. Even if Mikasa had grown rather close to her since she started working at the gallery in August, sometimes she wished Gabi would just shut up.

Mikasa scoffed, confused as to what even prompted her to say that. “What are you talking about, Gabi? And don’t cuss so loud, especially where guests can hear you.”

“Your eyes, they’re all red. Not to mention how bad your bags are,” she said, pointing to her eyes. “Seems like someone was a victim of Sunday Funday.”

Mikasa lifted a finger to touch her eye—still puffy, but from tears, rather than drinking.

“Gabi, you’re not supposed to say stuff like that—it’s rude,” Falco chimed in.

“Hey, it’s not my fault she can’t handle her alcohol,” she shrugged, turning back toward Mikasa. “It’s okay, Mikasa, the prettiest girls are always the biggest lightweights. But anyway, are you feeling okay? Does our favorite party girl need some Tylenol? A Liquid IV, maybe? Even a Gatorade?”

Was she supposed to answer honestly? Tell them that she had spent the entirety of her night crying because she and her boyfriend had broken up. That she was sure that the cops almost got called by their neighbors from how loud they were yelling at one another? That Sasha couldn’t even understand her when she called, telling her she needed somewhere to stay because she stormed out of their apartment, not even giving Eren the chance to finish his sentence, somewhere after one of them had uttered the words, “We shouldn’t be together anymore?”

She had been doing so well, pushing the thoughts to the back of her head, trying to get through the entirety of her shift without thinking about everything—about him. She only had an hour left in her shift, but all of her efforts had been to no avail.

It was as if the wind had been knocked out of her, she suddenly lost the ability to breathe, and she felt all the blood drain from her face.

We aren’t together. We aren’t together. We aren’t together. The words playing in her mind on loop.

“Hey, Mikasa. Are you okay?” Falco asked, his eyes flooding with concern as he looked over Mikasa’s current state.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” she said quickly, before running off to the bathroom.

But maybe just this once, Mikasa was lucky for Gabi’s inability to shut her mouth—at least being hungover was a good enough cover for sobbing her eyes out in the bathroom.

[geronimomo-spd]

Hi! Did you ever listen to the Six and Peri “Conflict Theory” audio?

i did!! i forgot to gush about it darn, it was so fun! i did not see the plot twist coming at all actually! but maybe its because its my first ever 6 and peri story, my first ever 6th doctor story in fact, so i was excited for it!! and it did not dissapoint like wow

I can say a lot about this, because i tink i can now call myself a fan of six because he ws hilerios and so fun in this, i adored the scene in the librery where Peri was talking about "WE ARE NOT GOING TO SAY WE SURENDER TO TRY TO GET THE UPPER HANDS, HE IS SMARTER THEN THAT", then it cut to 6 doing this exact thing it was hilerios, i adored the line delivery of how he said "i do have some overdue fines myself!!"

i loved that line so much that i added it to my fave doctor lines list lol, overoll he had really cool lines!!! i also loved the "The Arrogance of the academic mind leaves me speachless" like damm what a line there doctor why are we dropping the tuth bombs in the coolest way ever calm down with the big guns

the whole plot was really nice, accept that the ending felt little weirdly rushed? but then again i have this problem with the newer 60 minute big finish episodes feeling way too short to me as im still working through my long early ones so i think i just need to august!!

anyway the main reason i was here was because of the idea of one of the doctor's companions shoving him into therapy to try and solve a problem and damm did i get what i wanted!! even if it was all a rouse, it still felt so connected to how the doctor actually oparates mentaly and his troubles that i got super invested, as it was a rouse, damm Sixth!! you are incredibly self awear good for you i guess dfgdfg

also i was suprised how much i ended up adoring the doc's and Peri's relationship at the end of it, i can clearly see how and why they are friends becuse they balance each other's annoyence and fondness so well!! i am sure that when i actually get to their relationship i will appriciate this a lot more, but as a stand alone adventure i just finished it adoring the dynamic so much

also Peri working against the robots's insecurity on the spaceship against their evil lords was inspired to be honest, like wow!! she really nailed that!! she was so brave and cool and showed such street smarts and yeah she's cool!!

so yeah!! overoll i really liked it!! most of the best qoutes came from Six, and Peri was so cool, and i enjoyed ie way more then i expected!

thanks for asking what i feel!! hope this wasn't too long!! i wil defenetly end up listening to more 6 stuff when i get the chance, perhaps after i get to his episodes, but then again as its a long way away maybe i will pick the audios up sooner then later, i just uwu about him now

thank you!

[areallybadwriter]

7/5

Im writing this while my power is out so excuse me if it seems a little scatterbrained at points. A general update of my life I guess:

I am moving to the city on august 1st (hopefully). I say hopefully because we have yet to come up with an actual place to live - two friends and I have scavenged the rental apps and the one already living in the city has used a realtor friend to help find and tour places. We applied for one dreamboat of an apartment (besides from no laundry in unit) for $45 a pop, which meant $90 for those with cosigners, and received the news that we didn’t get it hours after paying. So, we picked up and started our search again, which ended with a more expensive option on an unknown street with an even greater application fee. The three of us have now payed $150 each for this apartments application fee an gone through all of the very thorough steps to ensure we have a good chance of getting it. One of the cosigners submitted a picture of his couch instead of his ID, thus halting the process, and my cosigner (my beautiful mother) had to make a statement pertaining to her certain late payments and bankruptcy, but im sure we’ll all laugh about it soon enough on our porch. Hopefully. I am ready to move out of this college town and forget about a lot of the people still occupying it. I am ready to grow more and while ive been doing a lot of it, I think I need to flap my wings elsewhere. We have a full group moving there around the same time, all from the college town and all rooming together in a couple different apartments. The boys house and the girls house, etc. So, we have the support system of friends and familiar routes of downtown that ive known for years now and I am excited to continue in that direction. It feels really strange to move of the state that ive never moved out of before, leaving my family and old stomping grounds behind and therefore all of my memories as well. I fear that once I move and settle in, I won’t make it back to visit my hometown as much. With how the dynamic is currently, I think that means I just point blank will not see my family as much because they don’t believe in coming to visit me (I am the one to always drive an hour and a half home to see them and the dog). We will see. I also don’t have a job lined up yet, but I trust that I will find one soon enough. I know myself and I know that I can make ends meet when necessary and I also don’t mind struggling for a bit to do so. I will probably first start out in the service industry, as I have been since 2016, just to make some quick money and then find a more stable, salaried position. That is the plan, anyways. 

Moving states has also ushered in a new era of my love life - one where I am moving on from people and trying to leave them in my past. Some are easier to leave than others. My real (this applies later) ex ben is someone who ive been “over” for quite some time but we have had on and off contact since the actual breakup. Years now, which is crazy! Some of it has been good, and some of it has been downright confusing for my pea brain when not given the right amount of affection from other people in the months leading up to one of these catch-up sessions with him. I get all googly-eyed for what could’ve been and old memories and all of that, but I know beyond surface level we are two very different people who have only grown more different since the breakup. We don’t want the same things, the values aren’t there, whatever. The most recent happenings with him have been a sort of pattern where I get drunk and say some dumb shit (which to be expected, im 23 years old, but he lacks relatability to other 23 year olds so everything I do is dumb shit) and then block him because I feel as if I want him out of my life for good BECAUSE my brain gets all loopy but then we somehow reconnect, see each other to catch up and exchange niceties and maybe even flirt a lot and then the cycle continues. Right now we are on a blocked period but I intend to keep it that way. There are only so many times we can ask about each others moms and quite frankly he’s not very nice and doesn’t even seem to want to see me (when he’s the one asking to!). So honestly he’s not hard to leave behind in this aspect because we’ve been moved on for quite some time and I think we just need to leave it alone. 

The one I do have trouble leaving behind is you guessed it - wyoming (ding, ding, ding). Much more complicated than any other relationship I’ve had, he’s never even been considered my actual partner so really it’s unfair. Since the last update to this cursed little story, we entered into some pseudo relationship around the time we went to the city together on like a 30 hour trip. For whatever reason, he actually decided to go with me, and for whatever reason, everything changed after that. We got home and continued to act like our city-forms. The most affection ive received from the man since 2016, it shook me to my core. And oh god, the physicality of it all. Its one thing to cherish someone from 2,000 miles away but when you’re in the same state and can look eye to eye and hold their hand and lay in their bed and wash their body with your own two hands in the shower, its a different ballgame. So no wonder it absolutely destroyed me when it crashed and burned (something that I really should’ve expected, but I was on planet bliss). We dated until mid-april and then I think he thought that I expected too much of him which made him nervous and mean and standoffish which in turn made me nervous and mean and standoffish and it was buried soon after that. I don’t even want to know how many times I blocked then unblocked him within that month period.

There were a few times after that that the flame would get reignited for just a bit but it never flourished again in the same way and we never really got back to our normal talking cycle either. I think it all being in person did really affect us differently this time. I don’t know if we can ever go back to just being best friends. Anyways, ill go into the most recent interaction as its the one freshest in my brain and honestly the reminder I needed to update this journal again. I will set the scene. I was visiting my family back in my hometown because my grandma was in town and I had a couple days off. At that point, wyoming and I were okay with each other but not making any effort to hang out or anything (lets be real, he wasn’t having it. I would’ve in a heartbeat). On the way out of my hometown, I drive past his house on my route and that particular day I was feeling feisty and like I needed a cigarette. i had the cigarettes but the problem was I didn’t have a lighter. Half excuse, half necessity, I texted him when I was about a minute away from his neighborhood asking if I could borrow a light on the fly. He surprisingly answered fast, so I was in his driveway the very next moment. It was the first time I saw him in person since April (except for the one time I sat at the bar he worked at) and I was so giddy. He was very, very high so his face was all puffy and his eyes were glazed over and he actually seemed happy to see me. We went back and forth for a few minutes and then I decided to ask him to hang out the day before July 4th and he agreed. It was the first time we actually had plans to do something in months, so I left feeling good about it and it might’ve been the best tasting cigarette ive ever had. fast forward to July 3rd, I got off work around noon, power napped, got ready (which including mulling over what to wear for soooo long because I was nervous), and drove the hour and a half back to my hometown. I was already going to be in town for July 4th, so plans with Wyoming were just an added reason why I was driving up there - although I wouldn’t have rushed back so quickly without those extra plans. I even bought a little bottle of Jameson for us to split for some liquid courage (and it was his favorite). We kept each other updated that day and planned to meet up a little later in the evening as he had some homework and chores to get done. I waited to fully get ready until those plans were confirmed because nothing pisses me off more than putting on makeup or doing my hair for something and then it getting canceled. 8 pm rolls around and he is done with his tasks and out of the shower and I am ready to go. Can you guess what happens next? He says he doesn’t really want to do anything to which I reply that ill just come over and we can figure it out then (thinking he’s just referring to activity). He doesn’t respond for a minute, so I say “or are you saying you don’t want to hang at all?”. He basically responds with some bullshit about not feeling like hanging out with anyone and continues to completely stand me up. I had already left because I didn’t want to wait around my family anymore and ended up driving myself to go see a movie at the art cinema in town. I got a child size coke and some mini Reeses cups and watched the most heart wrenching movie available to me (of course one about childhood friends to lovers to friends to lovers throughout 24 years) and sobbed the whole time. Sobbed until my face was all puffed up and my eyes felt like they were on fire. It was healing but not something I wanted the opportunity to do. 

unfinished but...

xoxo anon

[simply-breeee]

a VERY long catch up

June - June was really a transitional period in time. My niece was released for the hospital and I was officially n at home auntie now! I love her so much my baby my baby 👩🏽‍🍼 I also started tapping into my it girl energy and realizing that I am exactly who I always wanted to be through Christ. I worked on my self image as well as my relationship with God. Other than this life was pretty low key. 

July- July was another month filled with just working… nothing exciting to write about or at least nothing notably exciting I remember. I got a spider bite perching on my cartilage but other than that nothing really. 

August- It was SM birthday! I installed a wig for the first time in a few years and it looked really cute. So we went out with her family for dinner that food made my head and stomach hurt so bad after that I went home and took off that  wig because I ad a hair appointment the next day! My blonde and brown bee braids were soooooo cute and they did the thing for our trip back to Texas. This trip was mostly her birthday celebration with a little bit on looking at places. While here she disappeared for the day with irrelevant and Tornado ended uo in the mix with his gf who brought me up in conversation .. it’s giving fan club. All the while I took the rental car and sight saw. Went to a campus out there and just spent the day alone. I felt at peace as if this was gonna be my life and from November’s section yk how that went. I enjoyed my day alone and I finished it by getting really high and watching HBO Max. When SM did come back she was basting break up music as if something happened with irrelevant even thigh they had called it quits in May im pretty sure but whatever. I got some pretty bad news while there but I won’t harp on that because God worked it out and everything is much much better now. When we came back I was already planning my next trip to Dallas and I was so excited to go again. I LOVE TEXAS like it just makes me feel so little with so much to do and so many places to explore ❤️ 

September-September was slow and boring, classes , work and tryin at the YouTube thing again. So at the end of sept. I went to Dallas again mostly just to get away and while there on the first day we (me and SM) went to a water epic water park… yall on the first day there tmw my phone gone jump in the pool with me and broke. Spent the second day if he trip going to apple in the yt people area just fro the dude to talk to me like I was slow and made me walk out. Went to my phone store and had to get into a lease to get my new phone 😭. I was not in the mood to be paying monthly fro no Rangoon phone but whatever I was still in Dallas fro three more days so I NEEDED a phone. Went to Olive Garden asa. Comfort place and called apple and went OFF bc how yall advertising the phone is water resistant and can last x amount of minutes under water just for my phone to be in for 30 seconds and break… yea no. I got transferred 3 times to finally get to someone who said they will pay for my phone to get fixed so that was that. So that trip stared off really poorly AND the 🍃 man got locked up so we had nothin. Ended up going to a shop and getting some really overpriced 🍃 that did the job ig. So the rest of the trip was cool. Went to church with my aunt and really enjoyed being in a community Christ again. Following that my flesh wont and I decided to be messy giving into my flesh… so Tornado told SM he has a pick up bball game that night which ofc made me wanna go. I had to go see him play in real life and the opportunity presented itself. 

He said no at first bc his gf was gone be there as of that meant anything to me I just wanted to go to a game. YALL why this boy stare me down the I walked in and kept looking at me every time the game come close to where I was sitting and whole time his gf is there and I know she could tell what was happening. I started rooting of the other team so. Are it a point I was not there for him and SM gone say im petty… NO im trynna save face bc aint no one gone say im here for him. He played good enough still needed work on somethings I pointed out before but whatever. When the game was over he said sum to me that I didn’t hear (SM later asked he said Hey) and we left that was that… some time later they broke up hope to wasn’t bc of me but let my man be staring down his ex I would leave him too 

We went to a (Mexican) farmers market and yall was sooo fun they had chickens and goats and horses everything! Plus hella clothes and food. I really enjoyed that. Me and SM looked a two or three moths laces and that was the end of September 

October- Honestly this month was a filler month … nothing really happened I mostly just played in my hair  October was a month of great hair styles 

November- Boy oh boy November really showed upend showed out. So at this point me and SM had not found a place yet and was still on the fence about a few places so I had decided I was going to back to Dallas (alone this time) to mostly get out of indy but ofc go look at more places. While there I did reach out to Tornado and we had planned to go look at these places together for two reasons - 1. I didn’t want to rent a car 2. I wanted to be there with someone. YALL this goofy boy did EVERYTHING to annoy me and at a point just came out and asked to hump on me as if we hadn’t been or terrible terms for the past year. So being someone who JUST got off my cycle and was practicing abstinence again I was like nah. So me turning him down really set it in his mind that it was f me and he aint wanna help me out . Coo whatever if im just choochie to you then you nothing to me and I hit up his friend for some 🍃. We ended up smoking in his car and just chatting which let his friend now that im really that girl. He ended up texting me on snap about when id be back out there/when im officially moving so we can get some food. So yea that just reassured me that I was that girl and Tornado RUINED it for himself. Also while out there I decided to follow my spirit and trust God. So irrelevant told SM a week before my trip that his dad had been diagnosed with cancer again. And as b-made he is I was like nah he NEED his Deddy so by happenstance in bible study we talked about this book on unlocking you relationship with Christ and healing. I ordered the book and got in by Saturday with my trip on Tuesday. I first asked Tornado to deliver it for me and he was asking like a scared little kid “ion wanna get in trouble… if you want him to have it you should talk to irrelevant bc that got nothing to do with me” yall would think im trynna sell a dying man health insurance 😭 so I said whatever and mailed the book to his house the day I left. A week later tornado, irrelevant, and irrelevant Deddy BLEW UP SM phone on Thanksgiving goin off about ME sending a book. Just fyi SM said I shouldn’t have done it and I told her its beyond me im doing something with the Lord. I tell you bout niggah  bc why irrelevant Deddy talmbout this isn’t my religion, it makes me uncomfortable that she would send this and all this other childish stuff TO A TWENTY YEAR OLD sir you’re 50… and from this yall can see I wasn’t EVER pinned into this call that was all about me… weirdo behavior. *at work* So the following Tuesday SM gone say she wanted to talk to me after we haven’t spoken in an entire week so im like okay whatever. She gone try to make it seem like it’s my fault this boys called her. First of all everyone has my number and if its as really that much of an issue why didn’t you add me into the call? Exactly you just wanted to freely talk mess and THINK I was gone be okay with it because they stressed you out oh so much blowing up your phone. The phone you pay the bill on and if you didn’t want to talk you wouldn’t … remember you aint say nothing to me all week and im your best friend weird. So I tell her about herself because wheat you not gone do is try to play victim and she gone come out and say “you have a lot of drama its just always drama with you” HOW when I do all I can to not be in mess. So I told her if thats how you feel dont be coo with me she gone say “no I still want to be friends” *why would you want to be friends if I just bring drama to you?* so I say well ion wanna be your friend and left it at that. She huffed her breathe and walked out the room and I listened to my music and finished eating my lunch. So November ended on a sour note and I continued looking for a place in Texas for me now. Everyone I talked to said she did all this because she was scared to move and didn’t know how to tell me. Girl you could’ve said something when I was out there and I could’ve looked at one bedrooms but whatever. 

December- For December I spent my days looking and applying to new apartments in Dallas and Houston now. This was such a LONG and drawn pout process again but it made me feel better to know I was going to be alone not having to worry about anyone at all. Since I was still in indy but not working my mom asked me to come help run breaks for a day I said sure. So im running bathroom breaks first in order of who got there. So the girl who she was in a room with came in first and (SM now named scary)Scary was one of the last people on my list so I go ask the girl if she needs a break she say no and I start to walk out as I get out the door Scray gone say “raggedy Bitch” girl now lets be for real… you had to wait till my back was turned to you because you and I both know you couldn’t say it to my face… was it for laughs? So yk what I did went and told management… now you gotta go home for verbally assaulting a coworker who was simply doing what the list said… goofy

AND when I went back in for her break oh girl she was with was hush quiet bc I really wanna know who THINKS they can really step to me. From how it all happened ik that oh girl charged Scary up bc when she talked to the manager she said that oh girl said I wanted to fight her… if I wanted to whoop you I would’ve said from my mouth I wanted to dog walk you I dont need no help talking for myself and I thought that was clear to her by now. Oh well more money in my pocket 🤷🏽‍♀️ December went and now its time to move!

January- I moved two days after my birthday which made me a little sad just because I wanted to be in my own place by my birthday but now that I’ve been there for a while im glad everything went he way it did. I spent my birthday with my sister(s), cousins and a few friends getting high and eating some good food. The move was hard on me, trying to pinch pennies I rented a mini van instead of haul and drove those 15hrs. The trip itself wasn’t bad it was just sooooo boring because it was just me and my thoughts. I got soooo tried by the time I ht Arkansas so I stopped and ate which made it so much worse, ngl I almost ran off the road bc I was so sleepy. BUT the Lord had me so I made it safely to Houston! The place I moved to was my first time ever seeing it and I got to Thank God because he made sure I washing in no rat hole I returned the rental and ubered to a car dealership where I was turned down. I knew this much God had a plan for me because I was supposed to start working that Wednesday and it was Monday. So in Tuesday I called around and a dealership ubered me to them in Northern Houston 45 min away. We went though all the steps and I got approved for my Nissan ✨ yes im a Nissan girly now lol . January was mostly me learning what was around me and getting to and from work which was in Deerpark Tx. If you know Houston then yk Deerpark is 40 min away. I didn’t realize where I was applying until I was already there with the job. So this was a hurdle I had to work around but with God I prevailed. 

February- So February… the shortest month and the longest at the same time. On the first a coworker hit my car as she was pulling out of the parking lot and dented the mess out of my rear passenger door (its still not fixed 4 months later) being a good Godly woman I said I dont want to get the people involved and she can just get me a new door and have her husband install it. Sometime is think I should’ve involved the people but whatever shoulda coulda woulda whatevers. So that started off my black history month but the storm was still in store. So there was a literal tornado that came so very close to my job which made me just want to got out of there. The girls I was in a. classroom with didn’t know how to react under pressure lookin out the window at the sky and said “the sky looks green thats weird” girl that means the nado is close get these kids in the hall. The lights went out and its thundering just a mess. Since it came so close to us the power was knocked out for a few days and I got paid time off to sit at home and plan my break to a new job. So now it’s valentines day and im at work minding ym black owned business and Tornado text me on some BS like the biggest BS he could’ve came up with 

*in invisible ink* So we f*ckin 

*reg text* naw im jp but happy valentines day 

Me very confused … marks it as unread and doesn’t reply until March (said I need a plug when I was stuck out there for a night at the end of Feb he read it like a bitch)… so later that night I talk with ym cousin she was reading instagrams saying men who text their ex on valentines day are criminal and if God dont talk LOUD then idk what he does because that was all him. I was debating tectonic him back something slick but God shut me up through her. So I fihsish washing my dishes and get in the shower and bed. February was boring. Me and my other cousin started going on nature walks on Sunday as a way to walk her dog and catch up (see how I arranged that… its about the dog the catch up is just because we are both there) So we did that a few times but around April we stopped honestly I think its because I kept having reasons not to go that it was more effort to see if we were going or not

March- So march was really so slow nothing really happened… I texted tornado 

Hey so I feel like we should clear the air since we are so close now… lets talk 

Huh no

Ion except that

I feel like you got some stuff on yo chest 

Im in a relationship nigga tf (me hearts the message)

Im so happy for you…. No no more valentines texts? Coo coo thanks 💋

Wym (deletes message)

Not to be mean 

Just sayin 

Why you delete yo other messages… yk I already seen it

But any the ways I aint take nothing w offense it aint mean shit its a good thing… good for you imhappy for you go be happy for yourself and not be in my phone… (he questioned the message)

Bc tbh when you sent m that all I thought was he aint got no one else to say that shit to 🤔…

I gotchu 

So that was the beginning of March… shortly after this I transferred to a new daycare center which just let my know I never really wanted dot work with kids. The director was not the best at her job and it showed with the staff so I got a job for a daycare temp/ substitute. I still dont like working with children and am trying to get out of it day by day. 

April- In April I went back to Indy for a week or two for my dads birthday and by the end of it I was OVER it all. Me and my dad swapped some words which ended with him saying “its fine shell be gone in a. Few days” which really drove into me that ion need to be around this energy. I was so excited to return back to my place 1000 miles away and told myself and mother that I will not be coming back for his birthday any more. 

May- May was like every other month but on the 21st it was my nieces first birthday! So ofc I had to come back to indy for that yall I came May 20th and im still here… its June 25th and my flight back isn’t till July 7th😭 I miss my bed so bad. Since being here nothing really has been happening just working at the daycare tryna get them kids back together. Scary messed them kids up real good because they are and asf now. Most of my first few weeks was just getting back into the mindset that I am the teacher and they have to listen to me. We just now getting back to being fun with each other

June- Quick add on From the end of December to the first week of February me and FWB were on regular speaking terms and that whole thing is a story in itself but its comes back this month… alright so now June. It hasn’t really been all that as you can see fro the last post I been bored so chose to be messy but other than that nothing really. So FWB reacted t my story on some flirty vibes which I steered into hyping my head up which he did. He trynna come see me in Houston but boy ik you just wanna hump me and im on my abstinence journey until I get my ring. We stopped talking in Feb because I flat out told him ion care about his situationship with his ex and that I wanted to get otp to talk about a show. If anything I was being a stingy friend but whatever.

[altruistic-meme]

im kinda surprised i dont see many people talking about the police lights that are visible when august is looking in the mirror, what do you think about it?

hi!! so ik what your talking about

this clip and the other here where there's the lights (I couldn't get a screenshot where you could see the lights in the other clip) the thing is that idk if they're police lights ? I'm pretty sure they're from a party, actually!

example here (though I don't know if it's this party specifically) where there are flashing red/ blue lights as well:

someone else mentioned this in a post as well, and August can be seen sitting at a party in these same clothes

so that's why I don't THINK it's actually police lights

BUT, with that in mind, if it IS police lights:

Theory #1: i feel like there may be a connected reason here

in the mentioned post, they also talk about how they think this is the same party where the rowing logo gets set on fire. maybe it's something to do with that? maybe the fire got out of control and emergency services were called. in which case the mirror scene would potentially be happening after the party scene, and it would be August putting his "game face" on to seem in-control while talking to the authorities (picked up from the way he schools his expression into the smile)

Theory #2: August is getting caught for having done... something.

I don't think it's about releasing the sex tape, because I feel like the queen has got that covered up entirely.

However, I've been thinking a lot about the small scene we got where Wilhelm is being taken out of class and told he's being removed from Hillerska. It's just very interesting to me that Wilhelm is being accused as the one who called and issued threats against the monarchy (?!?) and how he seems kind of confused about what they mean when they tell him this.

So while I think it may be pretty unlikely given August's clear guilt we've seen so far, it had entered my mind that maybe someone else had called from Wilhelm's phone to issue those threats. So I'm not saying I think August did that but it's not outside the realm of possibilities. ESPECIALLY if August thought it may get Wilhelm taken out of Hillerska. We already know Wilhelm is making August's life miserable there so him wanting to find a way to get away from Wilhelm makes sense.

So keeping this possibility in mind, this could potentially be August being caught facing threatened the monarchy. And while it was a more quiet affair when they believe Wilhelm did it, he's the Crown Prince and it was probably seen more as an act of rebellion and an internal issue. Whereas August doing it, it would be considered a true threat because while he's related, he's not PART of the monarchy. So he's treated like anyone else who would do something like that.

Making this the scene where August is arrested, and I think he knows what's coming and why and he's trying to go down easy. He knows he's been caught, so there's no use fighting it. So he'll go with a smile, even if it hurts.

So yeah these are my 2 thoughts on that if they do happen to be police lights :] there are a million possibilities, of course since we don't know what happens yet, who does what, any reason there may be police involved, or still even if they ARE police lights or not! I'm so so excited to find out, and I hope you enjoy the wild theories until we learn!

[lovely-laurent]

Ok but: what if when they first met, Damen doesnt actually care that much about Laurent? I mean lets face it, he's 5 years younger than Damen and when youre 17, 18 years old, usually you arent that interested in the life of a 12, 13 yr old.

You know who DOES catch his eye though? Auguste. Come on. He's a cool older man, athletic, the pride of the entire country, equal to Damen in every way. But most of all? Blond and fair with blue eyes. Oh man.

Damen is smitten. He tries to woo him. It doesnt work out so well though. With all the grace of a teenager whos never been told "no" a day in his life, Damen puts the moves on Auguste. Auguste repeatedly turns him down, though very politely, always seeming to have an excuse as to why he can't find time to tumble in Damen's chambers, or always finding some distraction whenever Damen leans in too close with the intent of kissing him. ("Oh, im sorry Damianos, I have a meeting i have to attend, perhaps later..." "Oh, dear, would you look at the time? Supper will be ready any moment, we should go to the dining hall. What do you say?")

Years pass. Damen doesn't go back to Vere, partly out of embarrassment of his horribly failed attempy to seduce the now King. Vere doesn't go to Akielos, either, but the relationship between the two countries prospers.

Eventually, Damen HAS to go to Vere. Auguste is getting married, and it would be impolite for Damen to refuse to attend, despite how much he wants to. Nothing is more embarrassing than going to the wedding of a man you tried (and failed) to sleep with when you were 18. But he goes. For diplomacy.

While he's there, he's absolutely stunned when he sees Laurent, now 20, a grown man, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He's built, he's witty, hes cunning, he's tall, and he's strong. He's single. And he looks just like his older brother.

Damen cannot help himself. He feels like hes just stepped back in time, trying once again to woo a Veretian prince.

Laurent plays hard to get, but Damen can see it in his eyes, he wants Damen just as bad as Damen wants him. Laurent challenges him and his affections, which surprisingly only makes Damen more desperate for him. ("Do you expect me to bow at your feet like all the palace slaves or am I sufficient to meet you at eye level?" "Unfortunately you'll have to try a little bit harder than that, darling. Anyone can give a gift, but can you truly keep up with me?")

He's nothing like Auguste, not really. He's all the pieces of a personality Auguste never picked up --- he's daring, competitive, scheming, crude, and to be frank, he frightens Damen. Flirting with someone had never been so exciting before.

When they do end up in bed together, Damen feels as though a part of him is whole. They fit together just perfectly, like they were made for one another. Damen won't be satisfied to let this happen only once --- he NEEDS Laurent like he needs air to breathe. He proposes a courtship, which Laurent accepts without hesitation.

One day, long into their courtship, Laurent confesses that he'd had a crush on Damen since he was 12. Damen, honest, tells him he tried to have sex with Auguste. Laurent says he knew, and that Auguste probably would have accepted, except Laurent had begged him not to. Damen imagines it fondly, a 12 year old boy begging his older brother to please, please, please, don't kiss Damianos, and the older brother obeying.

[quietmyfearswith]

needy little ; preferences

warnings —  DDLG, swearing, mentions of longing/missing someone,  mentions of leaving someone, teasing??

characters — dark!andy barber, dark!steve rogers, dark!ransom drysdale, dark!bucky barnes, dark!lance tucker,  dark!clark kent, dark!syverson, dark!august walker

a/n — THIS IS FIC  WITH DDLG DYNAMICS,, do not interact if youre not 18+,, finally??? a new fic???? oh my god im sorry, i may be a bit rusty..

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After placing two scoops of the chocolate ice cream on the cone, Y/N lifted her head up to look at her daddy who sported a scowl on his face as he was drumming a pen in between his fingers as he tried to piece together the facts of the case. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed so close to Andy as he was working, but given how needy she had been all morning — despite sitting right by his feet wasn’t enough for her — she promised to remain well-behaved and quiet for him so he gave her the green light to go ahead and stay with hi as she played with her scoop and learn toy set. Silently putting down her cone by the ice cream trolley, she moved towards his leg and when he didn’t move or acknowledge her, she clung her arms around his calf as her cheek snuggled up against his shin. “What?” Feeling something cling around his lower leg snapped him right out of his focused trance as his confusion easily melted into adoration as he peered down and saw his girlfriend curled up against him. “My petal’s quite needy today isn’t she?” “Sorry dada,” She said lowly as her fingers drummed rhythmically against his clothed leg, “Was behaved and nice.” Nodding, he then bent and carried her to sit on his lap. She squealed excitedly as she then wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck, “Wuv you, dada.” Humming, he rubbed her back soothingly as he looked into her eyes, “Need to hold dada huh?” The smile that formed on her lips was a toothy grin that was the attorney’s favorite sight in the whole world. “Want to hold you so much, dada; ‘m sorry,” She pouted at the thought of him being disappointed at her; sensing the drop of her mood, he then cooed and peppered kisses all over her face, feeling his prickly beard graze her skin prompted her to erupt in a fits of giggles as she loved the affection that he was showering her with. “This what you needed, my little petal?” He asked her in his gentle, playful tone as she nodded and snuggled herself against his chest as she toyed with his large fingers, “Mhm, love you so much, dada.”

“Hello?” August answered the phone call with a frown — Y/N was never one to call her boyfriend when he had missions that required him to go undercover and/or while he had overseas operations; so it was alarming that she called him he thought of only the worst possible scenarios. “Hi, daddy,” She sniffled out into the phone — part of her was relieved she got to hear his voice, but really she just longed to be with him. “What’s wrong, little one?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel; she let out a sigh before admitting, “Miss you, daddy. So sad without you.” Despite feeling pain on the field of his job, the sound of her small and vulnerable voice was the most painful thing he ever had to hear or endure. “Little one, have you been good for me?” She nodded against her phone as she hugged the Cinnamoroll stuffie that had a shirt specifically sewn on for the stuffie which had the words “daddy’s little one” embroidered on it, “I do, daddy. Miss your kisses and hugs so much.” As he parked his car in front of their yard he smirked as he answered her, “Well who knows when I’ll get back right?” He was positive that there was a pout on her lips as she thought of the likelihood that she was going to be alone for a while, “But daddy I miss you already!” Her whine was so loud that she didn't hear the way August opened up their front door and walked to the living room where she was lying in the couch; he ended the call and he could see her slumping down her shoulders from behind before jumping down beside her and hugging her, “Well good thing daddy’s home now, yeah?” She let out a shrilling shriek in excitement as she kissed his bearded cheeks repeatedly, “I missed you so much, daddy! Promise I was the goodest girl for you!”

“How are your chicken tenders, sweetie?” Bucky asked after pressing a kiss on her forehead; they were out to dinner with Sam and his girlfriend, Leila — who like her was a little too. After the two bonded over the activity paper the server handed to them, they both munched down on their meal. “So yummy, tătic! But,” She trailed off as she looked around nervously. After drinking down a chunk of his beer then looked at him with worry written on his face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Without a word, she snuggled close to his side right as she tangled her arms around his metal arm before looking up at him with doting eyes, “All better, tătic!” Slightly picking up on what she was up to, he grabbed another chicken and tapped it on her lips; she moaned lowly when he fed her then snuggled up more to his arm. “Need my touch, don’t you sweetheart?” Shyly, she nodded as she played with his fingers, “Always want you close to me.” Sam and Leila were both busy being all snuggled up too so Bucky repeatedly, sweetly kissed her lips before telling her, “How ‘bout we take a bath later, sweetie?” Extremely thrilled with the idea of spending tub time with her daddy, she nodded too much that little chunks of the chicken she was eating escaped her mouth as she expressed her liking of his idea, “So excited for that, tătic! Can we go home now and bathe together?” Chuckling at the small mess she made, he wiped the sides of her mouth with a napkin then kissed her forehead, “Only a few more minutes before we can bath together, sweetie.”

“Into the tub you go, doll,” Steve sing-songed as he gently placed Y/N into the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soapy bubbles. She giggled as she felt the warm water graze her skin. For a while, she was busying herself with playing and blowing the bubbles; after a while, she was craning her neck to look for Steve, “Sir? Where are you?” A pout was now formed onto her lips that earlier was stretched out into a smile. The super soldier was in their shared bedroom preparing what she was going to wear after her bath when he heard her distressed call for him. Entering their ensuite bathroom the skin of his forehead wrinkled up as he approached her and kneeled down by the tub, “What’s wrong, doll?” A small amount of water splashed onto him when she crossed her arms, “Want you, sir.” Not fully understanding what she meant, he brought a hand to caress her back — as if to coax her into explaining as he said, “I am here, doll. What do you want?” “Want you here, sir,” Unclasping her arms from where they were crossed, she dropped her arms in the bubbly water and pouted at him. Nodding in understanding, he then stood up; hearing her whimper in need made him chuckle a bit, “I’m just gonna remove my clothes then join you in there okay, doll?” Gone was the frown that earlier donned her face for she now had a wide grin as she clapped when Steve slowly dipped in the tub, careful as to not spill water out of the tub. Once he was fully seated in the tub, his doll then moved over to him and hugged him tight, “Love you, sir.” Placing her on his lap, he then kissed the top of her head as he tried to calm his beating heart, “I love you too, doll. Now, how ‘bout we clean you up with your favorite shampoo hm?”

“Where you bringing me, baby girl?” Sy wondered out loud as he allowed his nearly 200 pound self to be whisked away. It was unusual of her to remain this quiet; for some her whining and blabbering would be annoying, but the Texan captain loved how verbal she was especially since it served as a constant reminder about how much he was needed by her. Upon being brought to the den of their house that served as the office, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he gently stroked her back, hoping to coax out an answer out of her, “What are we gonna in the office, baby?” She pointed to the landline phone and to the stuffed animal that arrived defective a few days ago. “You want me to make a call?” He asked and she nodded with a wide smile. “Why can’t you make the call?” The question was asked out of curiosity, but with the way she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip bashfully had him worried. A small smile graced his face when she opened her mouth, but she quickly closed it and instead grabbed a pen and paper. Sitting down on the swivel chair, he patiently waited for her to finish jotting down her message. When she was done, she shyly slid over the paper to him and once he read it the words broke his heart, “My voice is ugly. Who said this, baby girl?” Shrugging her shoulders she fiddled with her fingers but he placed her on his lap which allowed him to gently stroke her thighs, “Come on, baby girl, please talk to me? I miss hearing your pretty voice.” As if to prove his point, his beard tickled her skin as he pressed kisses on her throat; she giggled as her hands pushed his wide chest away and cleared her throat, “Some guy said my voice is too deep for a girl.” Sy’s jaw clenched in anger at the person who disrespected his girl’s feature; a thick finger of his hooked under her chin to make her look at him, “Listen to me, okay? Don’t listen to the meanie who said that. Your voice is beautiful and lovely, just like the rest of you.” Biting the inside of her mouth, she then looked up at him with teary eyes; he was about to question as to why she was tearing up when she wrapped her arms tight around his neck as she peppered kisses on his bearded cheek, “Thank you, daddy. Needed that reminder.”

“Papa?” Y/N groggily called out as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and looked to the side of the bed; she frowned when she noticed that the gold medalist wasn’t occupying the earlier spot he claimed. Grabbing for the first stuffed toy he had given her in her arms, she made her way off their bed and checked their walk-in-closet and ensuite bathroom — and was displeased when he wasn’t there. There were two other bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor and all three areas did not house her loving boyfriend.  “Where are you?” She was now close to crying as she headed down the stairs. Upon hearing noise coming from their dining room, she then skipped over there and was shocked to see him wearing his USA jacket and was faced in front of a laptop. “Well I have to say that my biggest motivation has to be my loving girlfriend,” Just as he said the last word he shot Y/N a sincere smile, patting her lap — motioning for her to sit on it.  Thankful that she wasn’t wearing her little pajamas and instead fell asleep wearing one of his sweatshirts, she shyly sat on his lap and was surprised to see that the accomplished gymnast was being interviewed, “And she just pushes me to be the best I can be, in all aspects.” At the compliment, she shyly waved at the interviewer. “Well that is all the time we have. Thank you so much Lance Tucker for gracing us with your presence and introducing us to your lovely girl too.” Lance’s computer screen faded into his screensaver of the two of them — the gymnast kissing her cheek as she smiled wide into the camera. “Woke up without you and was so scared, papa.” Her confession had his heart hurting a bit but he cuddled her and explained, “I’m sorry, angel. I had an interview and you looked so adorable while you sleep that I didn’t want to wake you.” At his explanation, her little mind was able to understand it and nodded, “Promise to never leave me?” His reply was instant, “My greatest nightmare would be leaving you. I love you so much, angel,” For the only thing he has ever been sure of in his entire life was that she was going to be with her for the rest of their days together.

As much as Ransom and Y/N enjoyed summer, the bright sunny days allowed them to stroll around the different sights and go on long road trips across the state — even the country if the only Thrombey child wasn’t feeling lazy. “Princess, have you packed your clothes already?” He asked from the main floor of his house as he zipped up his duffle bag after checking once again that he had packed the necessary garments for their three-day stay in the high-end resort Ransom got them a booking to.  “King, can you come here please?” The man that was called for had to chuckle as he made his way up the stairs, heading for their bedroom because he could practically sense that she was pouting as she called for him. “Princess, everything alright with you?” Seeing her kneeling down in front of her suitcase with a wide array of clothing articles spread all around her. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms as her lips formed a pout, “Need king to help me pack.” Wrapping his arms around her  and placing her on his lap, he kissed the side of her neck, “My little princess needs help packing her clothes?” Snuggling against his chest, she nodded as she slipped her thumb into her mouth, “King packs my clothes better.” Having her in his lap as he was folding some of her clothes then placing it on her matching suitcases didn’t pose as a challenge for him; in fact he loved the thought of her being all small that she needed him. “Such a helpless, needy little thing you are hm?” Even though he was partially joking, she took it seriously but was not offended by it, “Just want my king near me at all times, please.” After zipping up her bags once they have been filled with all the clothes she was probably going to use during their stay there, he simply kissed her cheek and gently pat her thighs, “Well king’s not going anywhere without his pretty princess. Now let’s go on our vacation, okay?”

“Where are you, bubba?” Y/N pouted as she rubbed her hands on her arms as she stood by the balcony in their apartment. Her phone was in one of the pockets of the bathrobe she was wearing, and when she grabbed for it, she searched on Twitter for Superman. A sad smile graced her lips when she read about him being currently in a different country, aiding citizens who were currently suffering a forest fire in their location. Locking her phone, she then moved towards the door and before fully going in and locking the door behind her she looked up in the sky with hopeful eyes, “Please come home soon, bubba.”

Removing the robe from her body, she rested it by her dresser then crawled under the covers as she hugged the pillow Clark often laid down on when they slept together. A gush of strong wind blew past her and before she could even process what it was or see it properly, she was faced with a freshly showered Clark who was smiling and laying down beside her, “Hi, bubba. I’m home.” Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide as she kissed his lips repeatedly and excitedly. “I’m so happy you’re home, bubba! I missed you so damn much.” She moaned out in pleasure when his arms opened wide and cuddled her close and warm into his chest. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, he then rubbed her back soothingly, “I know, bubba. I heard you.” hearing those words, she hid her face deeper into his chest, not having the guts to look up at him. With a cheeky grin, he reassured her, “ And don’t worry, I’ll be all yours this weekend. There’s no way I will be neglecting my precious bubba.”

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but yeah! i’m so excited to hear more abt hero from you! i haven’t been able to check any moots blogs recently so tell me about hero and you! i think it’s in a /p way? info dump to me abt it :00 also just tell me abt your hyperfixation on omori anyways! i love talking abt the game

you mentioning aksel and august being very similar to hero and irl, omg they are i don’t know how i never realized this!! but yeah i think they’d identify with the characters a lot. especially since i may or may not give aksel a crush character for ooo story 👀. either way, i love expanding fankid stories past like my s/i and f/o! so aksels gonna have his own dumb adventures (where he babysits everyone else /j)

yup!! it's very and super /p ive been feeling very attached to hero lately hehe but bestie along with hero being my comfort/platonic i accidentally picked up the crush card and looked at captain sp.aceboy SBDBDJSJJSNSKDJDKDKKS HAHA <33333333

oh the pleasure to talk about hero even more is ALL MINE AHAHSBSBSHSHSHSHSH HEHEEHE

I honestly don't know how to put this into words!!! I just knew I was gonna like him!! also how is the fandom telling me he's the most underrated WHAT

hero is actually, uhm. like my first actual comfort character!! I never really considered any comfort charas because a lot of them would be my romantics, so I couldn't really classify them without being ALWAYS romantic (im just being picky don't correct me/lh) so hero being like, this new character that I enjoy so much without feeling the romantic aspect makes me so!!! 🥺 akakdkakkea I LITERALLY MADE EVERYONE IN MY DISCORD SERVER HAVE A PHOTO OF HERO IN A "take this, it's too dangerous" MEME AHSBEJDJRJJSKE

dude I swear I keep saying this exact line everytime, it's either in here or in discord LMAO but I've always liked characters who are loser romantics/charmers. applicable in /r and /p!! I just think it's a funny character design, ONLY IN FICTION do not go flirt irl it's very weird SHDVFHDJDHDJJS but when I saw hero, he works in the charmer aspect YET he's the most polite and gentlemanly type and it's a very new concept to me and I love it very much!!

though I feel like a lot of omori's perspectives of them in the headspace is greatly exaggerated

(like kel being so stupid but he's really a wonderful silly guy in the real world; or how sunny has a crush on aubrey and that has been emphasized in headspace in which aubrey is evidently showing her puppy crush on him)

so I feel like hero being literally loved by the whole world of headspace is just sunny's perception of him and I guess I dwell a little more on headspace hero (but that's not to say I don't care about real world hero; ABSOLUTELY NOT. MY BOY HAS GROWN UP LOOK AT HIM) oh I need to mention his dynamic with mari is what really sold me into liking him. he can be such a flirt to mari but is the one to get flustered instead because we all know mari is girlboss SBSBDHSJDJKEKS

there's just so many tidbits about hero I can keep going on about, but I bet there wouldn't be enough room to respond to other topics 🤧 okay but last thing, I want to have a friend like hero, someone who can tell me everything is okay, and I in return can be the one to make him feel confident about himself. he's gone through a lot and.... yeah. that piano scene with hero all by himself got me really bad /pos

ANYWAYS LOOKIE LOOKIE ITS HIIIIIIMMMMMMM

MOVING ON!!! it's definitely my recent and newfound love for hero is what made me wanted to mention how similar aksel is to hero AHBSBSHDHSJDHS LIKE rmbr that drawing you did for me where he's carrying susan??? I FR THOUGHT OF HERO AND AUBREY THERE LIKE 😭😭😭 THEN I WAS LIKE WAIT ISNT AUGUST AND AKSEL LIKE HERO AND KEL AJSHHSJEJEJEKE

BY ALL MEANS DO TELL ME WHAT U HAVE IN STORE FOR THEM HEHEHE 🥺🥺🥺 I MISS THEM <3

[jeonjcngkook]

2021 year in review 🎄🌟

tagged by: @kithtaehyung , @gimbapchefs , @minieggukie , @heybaetae , @jiminswn , @hobeah , @min-boongie

thank u for all that have tagged me, im away to make through all ur tagged content n adding them to my queue!

it has been fun going through my last year to see the progress from where i was to where i am now. honestly though? i dont feel like too much has changed from myself in my style. my colouring has definitely come through the better end and i feel like im able to preserve so much n save skin tones better! it has still only been 1yr & 3months that ive been making gifs so im still very new n everyday is a school day; nevertheless, im excited to learn more n keep growing my content.

a big thank u to everyone who has liked / reblogged / commented on anything of mine, be it a gif, a fic, a text post or simply just a nice ask, its that that puts a smile on my face <333 n to the friends ive met too, ur every reason why hellsite.com is worth staying on.

my picks under the cut / ult favs highlighted :

♡ janurary;

most popular: koos tattoos shown in hd - 7.3k

my favourite: joon getting teary eyed | yoongi being hot

say something: in january i had only been giffing for 3 months so these turned out so well. it was my first time experimenting w gifs bigger than 540x520 so im pleased w how the turned out.

♡ february;

most popular: v putting the v in violence - 3.0k

my favourite: blue kooberry | happy joon

say something: my tae set was one of the more vibrant sets i made that had so much detail too it. it couldnt have come out better!! blue kooberry is named after a fic my lil maggie wrote n he will live inside my heart n mind forever!

♡ march;

most popular: yoonjinkook monstrosity - 4.5k

my favourite: jaykay certified rockstar | 5th muster tae | 5th muster namjoon | leonardo da jungkook | 5th muster taejoon

say something: march was a good month for me, as much as the yoonjinkook moment was a hit, i really put my heart n soul into certified rockstar koo. that's truly my calling is rockstar goth boyf baby. BUT WE CAN NEVER LEAVE 5TH MUSTER TAEHYUNG OR NAMJOON OUT BECAUSE THAT WAS DEATHLY

♡ april;

most popular: blonde jaykay - 3.2k

my favourite: jaykay nip slip | jaykay being a flirt | daewitcha yoongi | slutty 5th muster tae

say something: jaykay nip slip — need i say more.

♡ may;

most popular: ot7 butter - 4.0k

my favourite: THIS JUNGKOOK ALWAYS N FOREVER | jaykay black hair agenda | jungkook x rolling stone | flirty namjoon

say something: that rolling stone cover will sit in its own league — that was far too sexy to be released into public. im still drawing up my lawsuit to his lawyers.

♡ june;

most popular: long hair sao paulo koo - 4.3k

my favourite: mikrokosmos ot7 | devilish sowoozoo jaykay pushing his hair back | sowoozoo jaykay pt 2 | rockstar goth boyf |  taehyung wearing glasses | koo being the prettiest | jungkook baseball cap assignment | LONG !! HAIR !! KOO !! | 5th muster jungkook

say something: im so so so sorry for all the favourites here but june for me i feel like i really thrived. I'll highlight my ult favs hehe but as we can see im still in my rockstar goth boyf agenda

♡ july;

most popular: a born singer - 2.6k

my favourite: those see through pyjamas fgshfhsrj | VIBRANT TATTOOS | this vmin stage moment | my first euphoria set

say something: IT IS THE MONTH OF THE SEE THROUGH CO-ORD WHERE THE ENTIRE WORLD AROUND ME STOPPED TO SEE HIM HIP THRUSTING TO BAEPSAE I DONT THINK I CAN TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN???÷} \¿©™} ¡|>,,,, away from that, the vibrant tattoos set was a win for me bcs i managed to keep it dark like my aesthetic yet preserve the detailing and his tattoos turned out BEAUTIFULLY <333

♡ august;

most popular: jungkook - 1st half of 2021 - 2.8k

my favourite: kitty gang jimin | 190811 jungkook | 190811 jungkook pt2 | YOUNG GOD DIOR FIT HOBI | 5th muster jaykay | hot boy jaykay doing hot boy shit | koo being a brat | lets all smile with koo

say something - jungkook 1st half of 2021 sits rightfully on top its throne. part 2 coming this week. away from koo tho, this kitty gang jimin set for @ppersonna was truly a gift n im so proud of that set. YOUNG GOD DIOR HOBI IS A WHOLE FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH skajaljajalah

♡ september;

most popular: galaxies are hidden inside his eyes - 1.5k

my favourite: tattoo taehyung | tummy jimin | cherry koo

say something: from the month of september onwards my rate of giffing has come to a stop. i only had a handful as i was struggling w some illnesses outside tumblr. im not exactly happy with these gifs but i think tummy jimin for @jiminslight was my favourite.

♡ october;

most popular: jungkook 2021 seasons greeting - 2.5k

my favourite: my time jungkook | sexy pied piper jungkook | taehyung biting his lip

say something: again, only a handful made this month so hard to pick my favourites out but who can resist some jaykay in leather with his piercings out sitting on a harley davidson, bro hes out for my blood.

♡ november;

most popular: mots jungkook jacket shooting - 1.6k

my favourite: mots jungkook jacket shooting

say something: sksksk i only made 3 gifs in november n sexy my time koo saving me once more. listen, not to blow my own horn or anything but the vibrancy and colouring i did is so hot, i give myself 12 outta 10.

♡ december;

most popular: ptd on stage live in los angeles yoongi - 1.6k

my favourite: ptd on stage live in los angeles jungkook | pretty romantic jungkook | the jords rockstar goth bf agenda that got brought to life

say something: PRETTY ROMANTIC FLOWER BOY KOO DESERVED BETTER BUT TAGS ARENT WORKING SO HE LIVES IN THE SHADOWS 😭😭 but ptd los angeles yoonkook aaf<333 IT ONLY TOOK 12 MONTHS BUT THEY BROUGHT ROCKSTAR GOTH BOYFRIEND TO LIFE

tagging: @kimtaehyunq @loverjimin @kimtaegis @jjungcooks @namgination @suga-ssi @v-hobi @kkulmoon @taeyungie @honsool @userjiminie @jimimn @rainycle @hopekidoki @eternal-bangtan @taejoonies @blooodsweatandtears @intokook  @sugajimin @yoongi-bts @bisexualrapline @taee @sugaftrm @supertunajin @taehyungq @taejinnies @jiminslight @jimeanour

please dont feel obligated to do this if u arent interested ! happy holidays ♡♡

[tangledstarlight]

oh all of this silence and patience (oh im pining in anticipation)

listen it’s still august in some timezones so this totally counts as posting something in august okay? okay! i hope people like this, it took me far too long to finish, but also special shoutout to the wonderful @ourstarscollided​ who really helped me with the whole first section of this fic, without her i truly would still be working on it, so thank you eunice, you’re the best!💜 okay enjoy! 

the first firefighter!luke fic for anyone who wants to read that first, though it can be read alone: ao3 / tumblr

also on ao3!

lil disclaimer: i’m still not a firefighter and i also know that they dont use fire poles anymore but lets just ✨pretend✨ for the visual okay. this takes place between part 4 and 5 in the original fic!

trigger warnings! lots of swearing, implied sexual content.

RATED T –– there’s no graphic scenes but there’s a lot of kissing and fading to black, so rating might change if anyone needs me to 😬

Word count: 6,072

“Look who it is!”

Julie feels a grin pull up on the corners of her mouth as she spots Luke’s station captain coming around the end of one of the fire trucks Julie is walking between, sending her a wave of the clipboard she’s holding. “You’re here early.”

“Yeah, class ended early and I thought I'd pop over to see if I could get some extra time with Luke,” Julie shrugs, holding up the pale grey burlap bag that Alex had packed their food into.

And there’s a sympathetic look that crosses over Harrison’s face, because she knows that the younger woman knows she’s in charge of Luke’s shifts and the reason why Julie comes over every Tuesday to have lunch with her boyfriend.

Because that’s why she was here. To have lunch with him like she did every Tuesday between her classes and when the fires of LA would allow. Sometimes Alex would text her to stop by to pick up a packed lunch for them, sometimes she made something herself, sometimes they just ordered in. The food wasn’t really the point, it was just getting to spend some time together. Julie had never really thought about it before, but there was always something, someone, somewhere, trapped or hurt or on fire. Luke was a very busy person, and it meant sometimes their lunches got interrupted by blaring alarms and him pressing a quick kiss to her lips before rushing off.

Tuesdays were apparently very busy days for a firefighter.

“What’s the master chef prepared for you this week then?” Harrison asks, crossing her arms and clipboard across her chest and lifting one brow, “Y’know Alex used to cook for us, he’d send Luke in every Saturday he was on shift with all sorts of goodies.”

Julie bites her lip to try not to laugh at the exaggerated sigh that leaves the older woman's lips as she shakes her head sadly. There was something about Vivian Harrison that just— put people at ease. The first time Julie had officially met her there had been a warm hug and teasing remarks and there was just something that had viscerally reminding Julie of her aunt Victoria that it was kind of impossible not to like the station captain after that.

“He was pretty busy so it’s just some sandwiches,” she wrinkles her nose a little before smiling, “I’ll tell him how much you’re missing his cooking though, I’m sure the blame will fall completely on Luke.”

Harrison laughs, and tilts her head slightly as she shrugs, “That boy of yours is just very easy to blame.”

She feels a sudden flush to her cheeks at ‘that boy of yours’ that she hopes can be played off by how warm it always is in the station. She can see Harrison’s lips twitching, like she’s about to say something teasing, but Julie is saved from it by two people walking past them and a change of mind.

“Morales, can you tell Patterson his lunch is here.”

“Sure thing Cap,” one of the guys says, shooting her a wide smile that Julie feels compelled to return quickly before he’s rushing off, past the fire engines and up some stairs. And Julie’s about to ask Harrison if they’ve been busy today and if she’d found time to visit the farmers market they’d talked about last time, but another voice interrupts, and Julie hadn’t even realised the other guy hadn’t followed his friend.

“So you’re Patterson’s girl, right?” The blonde asks, eyes scanning her up and down in a way that makes her want to hide behind someone. There’s something vaguely familiar about him, probably because she’s seen him in passing for the last couple of months but never talked to him. Which wouldn’t have been weird if most of the other people in the station hadn’t introduced themselves the first time Luke had invited her to one of their station parties, and made an effort to talk to her whenever she'd stopped by since.

“Yeah, I’m Julie,” she smiles politely, trying to put emphasis on her name. She doesn't mind being known as Luke's girl by people at the station who have actually made an effort to get to know her. 

“Right, right, nice to meet you Julie. I’m Nick, I’m sure Luke’s mentioned me,” he grins, teeth showing and shoulders pulling back like he’s expecting her to — what? Clap? A small furrow works its way between her brows as Nick starts up a conversation without even waiting for her response and she suddenly understands what Luke means about him. Because he has mentioned the condescending, stereotypical blonde frat boy before, and never in a good way. It was mostly followed by some very creative swear words and a mumbled ‘he’s going to get either himself or one of us really hurt one day’.

She tries to follow along with the conversation, nodding politely and laughing whenever Harrison forces one out, but Nick only seems interested in talking about himself, and normally she can feign interest, but right now all she wants is to talk to one person in particular.

There’s the sound of too many voices heading in their direction and Julie turns around, eyes searching for one person, but all she’s met with is a collection of firefighters she vaguely knows and tries not to let her disappointment show too clearly on her face.

“Wow Molina, don’t look so excited to see us!” An elbow nudges her side and Julie glances up to see Carrie Wilson has appeared in the place that Nick had just stood, eyebrows raised and a blinding smile as the other blonde frowns from behind her, still trying to carry on his conversation.

“No! I am glad to see you all it’s just—” Julie starts, eyes a little wide as she looks at the other girl because Carrie had only ever been nice to her, but Luke had a lot of stories about the blonde being ruthless and rude to people she was mildly inconvenienced by.

(One of Luke’s favourite stories was about Carrie loudly telling some girl that Nick was flirting with how he had used the same lines on her two months before. Luke told it every chance he could get, sparing no details on the look of horror that has taken over Nick’s face.)

“You’re here for Patterson,” Carrie cuts her off with a wink, elbow nudging her lightly again, “Don’t worry, we all know. He should be down soon.” There’s something about how she says it that raises more questions than answers for Julie, furrow between her brows and mouth opening to comment when Carrie just nods her head behind her, and Julie turns around to spot Luke.

It’s impossible, Julie knows it’s impossible, but she could swear time slows down. Like she’s in some rom-com movie where the main character sees their love interest for the first time.

Only she’s not in a film, she’s stood next to a fire engine and trying to care about what the people around her are talking about and it’s far from the first time she’s seen the love interest. But the world still feels like it’s in slow motion all the same as she looks up as Luke calls her name from the second floor, grinning at her from over the banister and holding up one hand in that universal signal for ‘wait’.

And Julie waits, not that she could really do anything else with the firehouse blurring at the edges and Nick's voice fading into the background. Focus entirely on Luke.

She’s never seen someone slide down the pole before, didn’t even know that they still used them in firehouses, but Julie’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Though, she supposes, it could just be Luke. His hand wraps around the metal and Julie swallows as her eyes are drawn to his arms, to where his top pulls tight and his forearms are on show. If this was a film, there’d be some stereotypical song about sex playing in the background right about now. All her slightly hazy brain can supply is the chorus to Lady Marmalade on repeat. His legs wrapped around the pole, ankles crossed and thighs pressed together, comes into view as he slides down the metal, all cool and in control, and Julie's throat goes dry.

She knows how much strength it takes to slide down a pole. Her and Flynn had taken a few pole dancing classes a few years ago in an attempt to add some sort of exercise into their day. Julie can still remember how much her arms ached and the bruises that littered the insides of her thighs after even the simplest of moves.

It was hard, and Luke was making it look so easy.

His feet hit the ground, and even though she’s too far away to actually hear it, she’s pretty sure they must make some sort of thudding sound. Because that’s what happens, right? You slide down the pole and your feet hit the floor with a thud that shows you’re ready for action. Only Luke isn’t going off to put on his uniform and fight a fire or save a life.

He’s walking towards her, suspenders swaying and smile widening and eyes never leaving her face.

And look, she knows that she’s seen Luke fully naked, fresh out of a shower or panting on his back. But seeing him slide down that fucking pole in his white t-shirt, suspenders by his knees and hair a mess? Hottest thing she has ever seen. And he knows it if the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he gets closer is anything to go by.

“How long did it take you to practice all that, Patterson?” Carrie asks, and Julie can hear the teasing tone in her voice and would normally enjoy seeing Luke stammer and blush, but right now she’s the one feeling too warm and is pretty sure if she started speaking right now all that would come out would be a high pitched noise.

“About the same amount of time it takes you to do your hair,” is his easy reply and Julie watches as Carrie rolls her eyes, hair flipping over her shoulder, and because he’s momentarily not looking at her, Julie tries to pull her thoughts together. To get a hold of herself. This is not the first time she has seen him in his uniform, she has seen in him in far less, and she will not turn into a blushing mess right now!

“Alright you lot, back to work!” Harrison interrupts before anyone can say anything else, and everyone starts walking away, some nudging Luke as they go, some giving her a wave, and she thinks she must smile back, at least she hopes she does. Her brain is still very much focused on Luke and how his thighs probably looked coming down that pole without the heavy duty trousers. “You tell Alex I’m still a fan of the flapjack he makes,” Harrison says as she walks past, dropping an eye into a wink and giving Luke a look she doesn’t understand.

A tense smile pulls at Julie’s lips that she hopes comes across as genuine and not just her unable to speak because of her incredibly hot and infuriatingly knows it boyfriend.

“You alright, Jules? Looking a little flushed, need me to get one of the EMT’s?” Luke asks, all innocence and anything but subtle as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, teeth still chewing on his damn lip.

“Just—” she clears her throat, trying to glare up at him, but already knowing it’s ruined by the heat in her cheeks and how she can’t stop staring at his arms. God, she hasn’t been this distracted by his arms since their first date. Blowing out a breath, Julie drags her eyes away from where his arms are crossed across his chest — which, she’s like, 80% sure he’s doing on purpose right now, the little shit — and up to his face just as he raises an eyebrow at her.

“It’s just a little warm,” she finally manages to get out, raising her hand that’s clutching the reusable grocery bag too tight, “Alex sent me with lunch.”

Luke’s eyes light up at the mention of Alex and food, hands dropping from his chest to eagerly reach for the bag and Julie can’t help but giggle at how quickly he can switch from cocky to cute.

“Swee-et! Alex is best,” he grins down at her, drawing out the first syllable of the word and bobbing his head at her. “You wanna eat outside?”

Julie doesn’t respond, just nods her head and links her fingers through his empty hand, letting Luke lead her out of the fire station and to the little grassy area outside. There’s already a blanket on the ground, two bottles of water and a warmth spreads through her for a different reason as Luke pulls her down to the ground and spreads out the food Alex has given them.

They get an hour.

An hour to eat lunch and curl up together to talk and giggle and try to keep their hands visible at all times. It’s both her favourite and the most tortuous hour of her week so far. And Luke’s just leaning in to whisper something in her ear, his breath against her cheek sending shivers down her spine when the alarm starts blaring from inside and his head drops to her shoulder with a sigh that mingles with her own groan.

“I gotta go,” he mutters into the fabric of her t-shirt, and she can imagine how his lips would feel brushing against her skin if they were somewhere else right now.

“I know,” she sighs and carefully moves her shoulder so he has to lift his head up, eyes apologetic as they meet hers. “Be careful?”

“Always am,” Luke smiles gently at her and then he’s getting up and leaving her on the blanket and feeling the loss. Julie watches him go, knees pulled up to her chest and blowing him a kiss when he turns around to wave one last time like he always does when the alarm inevitably ends their lunch date early.

Which normally Julie was fine with.

He was at work. He had a job. He had an important job.

Running out in the middle of lunch was fine. And it would have been fine today, if he hadn’t slid down that damn pole and filled her head with all sorts of ideas and left her fidgeting in her seat. It doesn’t help that Luke clearly knows, if the way he presses a kiss to her forehead and mutters a sorry, eyes a little wide and promises to see her later.

Which is all well and good, but Julie can’t help but feel like he did it on purpose and wonders if there’s a way for her to make him feel just as flustered as she had an hour earlier.

//

It takes her a while to form a plan of revenge, and then it takes a while longer for her to gather all the things she needs. And okay, maybe at some point she forgets why she’s doing all this, and then Luke mentions the pole at the station and how it makes his muscles ache sometimes as he says he’s going for a shower and Julie remembers the sight of him coming down and redoubles her planning.

The hard part comes when she has to pick a day. Because she can’t lure him to her house, not while her dad is working odd hours and her brother is home and Victoria still has a tendency to show up unannounced. Which leaves finding a time when his apartment is empty.

Not an easy feat when Reggie works from home part time, and can’t actually be trusted to stick to his word when he says he’ll be out and Alex has a weekend routine he’s hard pressed to change and likes to get home from work and relax. Plus she has to check when Luke isn’t working on a weekend, which turns out to be the easiest part, because it turns out Harrison really likes her and was happy to schedule Luke a weekend off when she asked.

Sure, she could have enacted her plan while one or both of them were home too but, well Julie knows the boys are all very close, and she knows that they’ve accepted her into the closeness with welcome arms. But she’s not sure she wants to have sex while they’re eating leftover lasagna down the hall. Feels a little too close for her liking. Plus, she has a plan that might end up involving their bath and she’s not sure they’d want to be there for that.

So Julie bides her time. Changes her mind on what clothes she wants and practices different poses on her bed at night and drops little hints about a weekend alone together.

Alex makes plans first, announces that he’s going with Willie to an out of state kids skateboarding competition to help cheer on Willie’s little proteges. He makes a big deal out telling them all the dates and how they had plans to go to some couples spa on their way back and how his restaurant would be ‘more than happy to supply any meals for two that you two might want’.

It had gone over Luke’s head, just nodding and asking about the competition. But Julie had gotten the hint.

And then a few days later Reggie said he had ‘big plans’ with her dad and brother of all people. He’d said it one afternoon when she’d stopped by to see Luke before his week of night shifts, how they were going to go camping so her dad could take some photos for a project and Reggie could teach Carlos to fish, and then he’d dropped his eye in a dramatic wink when she’d asked if that was the same weekend Alex was also away.

(Julie knew that she probably should have found it a little weird how often Reggie seemed to talk and hang out with her family, but the first time she’d gotten home to find him sitting at the dining room table, helping her dad edit photos and offering to order pizza, had felt strangely right.

Like he had always been a part of their family.

Luke had asked her once, a few weeks after they first started dating if it was okay. If she didn’t mind that Reggie had seemed to attach himself to her family. He never explicitly said anything, but she’d known him long enough by then to see the hints, the secrets she wasn’t aware of yet. Of lonely childhoods and something lacking. The hints that he’d found that with her family. And even if she hadn’t been fine with it already, she wasn’t about to stop Reggie. The Molina’s had never been shy about taking in lost souls.)

So apparently she hadn’t been quite as subtle as she thought she’d been with her hints. Both boys clearly conspiring to get her a weekend alone with their best friend. Julie’s just glad that Luke clearly hasn’t noticed. Or if he hadn’t, hadn’t teased her about it.

And that their apartment is empty when she uses her key to let herself in on Friday evening, Hotdog already waiting by the shoes for Luke, head tilted as she looks up mewling softly in disappointment.

“Sorry sweetie, he’ll be home soon though,” Julie mummers, bending down to scratch behind the cat's ears before stepping out of her shoes, which Hotdog happily moves to sit on top of instead. “Be sure to make a big fuss when he gets in so I know, alright?”

Hotdog doesn’t respond, just fixes her eyes back on the front door to wait for Luke, and Julie moves further into the apartment, laughing quietly at the plate of brownies Alex or Willie have clearly left out for them on the counter, blushing slight as she reads the short message scrawled on a post-it note,

‘Don’t mess up my kitchen ;)’

She tries not to let herself think too hard or long about how clearly they all knew about her grand plans for the night. And the next day, and hopefully the whole weekend if things went according to plan.

Picking up the plate on her way through the kitchen, Julie shrugs out of her coat to leave on the back of one of the kitchen stools, because if Luke missed her shoes in the hall, he won't miss this, and she’s really hoping he’ll get the hint to head towards his bedroom. By the time she’s made it to Luke’s room she’s lifted the cellophane off the plate and taken a bite from one of the brownies. Definitely Willie who’d baked them, he was always doubling up the chocolate content. Where Alex was experimental in the kitchen, Willie was a traditionalist who believed chocolate was the best way to set a mood. Julie couldn’t really fault his logic as she moves into Luke’s room.

His room looks the same as it had the first time she’d seen it. Only now there’s a bottle of her perfume on his dresser, and some of her clothes on his ‘laundry’ chair, and polaroids of the two of them stuck in the corners of the photo frames of him and the boys. And Julie knows if she thinks about it, that her room at her dad's house is also littered with pieces of him as well, and she knows it’s only been a few months, but it feels like years. Like her life had been full of all these little gaps she’d never noticed until they were filled with Luke.

Putting the plate down, she starts moving around his room. Pulling out the firefighting coat he’d brought home a few weeks ago because he’d found a rip in the shoulder, rooting through his wardrobe for the plain blue cut off she’d seen the last time she was over and laying them out on his bed. Tilting her head, Julie mentally puts together her outfit one more time. Shorts, suspenders, Luke’s cut-off, coat, maybe the shoes? She bites her lip and decides to come back to it, to see how everything looks on.

It’s strange, Julie thinks as she clips one side of her suspenders to her shorts, how nervous she is about this. It’s not like this is the first time they’ll have slept together, but it is the first time she’s done anything like this. Dressed up in something other than a pretty dress for dinner that he’d taken great care of taking off her.

What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was weird? What if he got home and was too tired to do anything? He’d been at work all day, after a long week of working, maybe she should change her plans and do it tomorrow night? What if—

She cuts her own thoughts off with a groan, sitting down on the end of Luke’s bed to take a breath and fiddle with knee high sheer socks dotted with little stars that she’d ordered online. Logically, Julie knows that Luke will like this, that he’ll look at her with those eyes of his that can’t hide a single emotion and smile at her slowly and call her beautiful.

Because he’d been complimenting her since their first date, and every day since. Little things and big changes and all the between. He really did seem to like her just as much dressed up and with make-up on as he did when she’d just woken up on a morning with her hair a mess and pillow creases still on her cheeks.

And that in itself was scary.

Because he liked her for her and didn’t need her to change. She’d never really dated anyone before who didn’t want her to be less invested in music or spend less time with her family or who didn’t like Flynn or even one guy who thought she should try a different scent of shampoo. They’d all been relationships littered with red flags, big and small.

But not even Flynn could find a real warning sign about Luke. Maybe he was a little co-dependant on his friends, but neither of them could say anything because they were a little co-dependant too. And maybe he could be a little over enthusiastic, but he also knew when to give her space. He had a stable job and good friends and was cute and lived in a nice area and he had a cat.

And, once upon a time, he had had a similar dream to her.

One of the things Flynn had managed to dig up on him during her ‘background’ check was an old low quality video on youtube of three boys in a garage playing instruments that looked too big for them but taking the whole thing seriously. Voices cracking on the cover of Summer of ‘69 they were playing, but Julie had seen the way they grinned at each other, at the way a younger Luke had bounced around the small space and Reggie had rocked on his feet and Alex had thrown a drumstick in the air and caught it again. They were kids, but they were talented and it's at that moment that Julie realises Luke was right. They could have made it.

She wonders what would have happened if fate hadn’t intervened in the form of a fire. She’s pretty sure Luke has wondered the same thing too. He doesn’t talk about it much and Julie’s never sure how much to push because he seems happy in his life and choices. And plus, if it hadn’t been for a fire in a record store, there’s a chance they wouldn’t have met.

Julie frowns a little at that thought as she rolls on her second sock over her knee and stands up, straightening out her shorts and twisting the side of Luke’s cut off up and tying it into a knot. She’s never been the biggest believer in fate since her mom died but she thinks there’s something a little like fate that’s pulled them together. And she thinks they’d have met with a fire or without a fire, with music or without.

She wrinkles her nose at herself in the mirror at that thought, rolling her eyes at how cheesy it sounds even to herself. Fate and destiny, who did she think she was? They were just two people lucky enough to find each other.

An alarm goes off on her phone to tell her she’s got half an hour before Luke is due home and this is her last chance if she wants to change her mind.

Tilting her head a slightly to the side, Julie takes in her high waisted shorts, red suspenders dangling by her thighs, the way her t-shirt cinches at her waist and reveals just a strip of skin above her shorts where she knows Luke likes to rest his hands when he pulls her close. She’d taken extra care with her curls and all she had to do was apply some lipstick and touch up her eyeliner and she’d be ready.

It’s Flynn’s voice in the back of her head as she tucks curls behind her ears to lean a little closer to her reflection and, as she pulls back, smacking her lips once before letting them rest in a pout, she can’t help but reiterate it, “I do look hot.”

The front door shuts and Julie can hear Hotdog meowing and Luke’s muffled voice down the corridor as she’s pulling his coat over her shoulders. It’s far too big for her, hanging below her knees and she has to roll the sleeves up three times to free her hands, but the collar smells like smoke and metal and Luke and his last name is written across the right hand side and his station across her back.

That was the part that Flynn had said would really get him — his name on her. Luke wasn’t exactly possessive, but she and Flynn had agreed there was just something about it that was A Lot, in a good way. (Unlike buying a pole and installing it in Luke’s room for a weekend, that was A Lot, in a bad way. Her plan had gone through many different phases before settling on this one. Luckily, it was also the cheapest.)

“Jules?” Luke calls and Julie bites her lip as she carefully climbs on to his bed, and kneels in the middle before changing her mind and crawling off the other side to stand next to it instead.

“I’m in here,” she calls back and she hears something dropping to the floor, probably his bag she guesses, and then his footsteps sounding down the hall.

Julie’s glad she opted for the shoes, just simple black heels, but they give her an extra lift and something more for Luke to look at as he opens his bedroom door. She has one knee slightly bent and resting on her toes, coat sleeves hiding the way her hands are balled up at her sides and one shoulder raised a little higher than the other as she tilts her head at him, biting her lip.

He freezes in the doorway, mouth partly open like he’d been about to say something only to get lost somewhere between his brain and vocal chords as his eyes seem to lock on to the coat she’s wearing before traveling down to her bare legs and Julie watches him swallow, adam's apple bobbing. Just as his eyes get back up to her face she moves one hand to tuck her coat behind her hip and hook her thumb under her suspenders in a way she’s seen him do countless times.

And it gets the reaction she wants, his eyes zeroing in on her hand and tracing up the line of red that covers her chest. Luke’s tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip as he blinks and finally drags his eyes back up to her face, pupils blown wide and she watches as he lets out a heavy breath.

“Hi,” she breathes out, and almost immediately regrets it. She's trying for sexy but thinks it just comes across as gasping. Which she hopes she’ll be eventually at some point tonight, but would at least like to be touched a little first.

“You—” Luke starts, and his voice is rough like he’s not used it in hours so he swallows again and Julie’s momentarily distracted by the way his throat moves before his speaking again, “Is that my coat?”

“Maybe,” Julie shrugs, turning slightly so she can pull at the collar of the coat to peer down at the name stitched in the fabric, “Oh look, it does say your name. Would you like me to take it off?” She blinks up at him with a soft smile.

Julie doesn’t know if it’s the smile or her words or just everything about the moment, but Luke lets out a low groan and before she can even blink he’s stood in front of her, hands on her hips and fingers brushing against her strip of visible skin, just like she knew he would. And she’s thankful for the heels all over again when it gives her the little extra height that means Luke doesn’t have to bend down quite so far to brush his lips across her cheek.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, lips ghosting along her jaw and Julie has to rest her hands against his chest to steady herself as her legs already feel wobbly. If she didn’t love him, she’d almost hate him for how easily he can affect her.

“Luke,” she whines as he continues to avoid her lips and trails one hand up his chest to wrap around his neck, fingers winding into his hair to tug lightly which only results in making him huff a laugh against the skin below her ear before giving in and pulling back.

“So,” he starts, press a light kiss to her cheek again again, “fucking,” he kisses the corner of her lips, “beautiful.” And he finally presses his lips to hers, soft at first and then she nips lightly at his top lip and he flexes his fingers against her hip, tugging her a closer with her suspenders to deepen the kiss.

Julie walks them backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed and Luke takes the lead from there, lowering her down without breaking the kiss. He pulls away just enough to gasp for a breath, and she looks up at him, chest heaving and takes her chance to start her own teasing trail of kisses up his neck and across his jaw.

“Fuck,” he mutters and Julie smiles as she sucks lightly at his neck and sees the red mark her lipstick has left behind. She just hopes it lasts long enough for her full plan.

//

“This was because of the pole thing a few weeks ago, right?” Luke asks a few hours later as they lie in the middle of his bed, blankets half pushed to the floor and Julie’s spent the last five minutes kicking her legs back and forth to try and dislodge the reminder from covering her legs without having to turn around or sit up. She’s perfectly comfortably lying on her front, licking chocolate off her fingers from one of the brownies that Alex and Willie had been correct in leaving for them.

“Maybe,” she tries to shrug, but it’s awkward in this position and she quickly gives up to just look at him from under her lashes with a smile.

Luke laughs, his fingers trailing up and down her arm and over her shoulder a few times before he sits up slightly and leans over to press a kiss to her shoulder, “If I’d known it would cause such a reaction I would have slid down that pole in front of you months ago.”

“It might have still taken us months to get to this. Your roommates have very annoying schedules,” she shakes her head sadly and she thinks her hair has to be hitting him in the face, but he doesn’t say anything, just carefully gathers it in one hand to drape over her other shoulder, his lips still brushing soft kisses across her skin.

“Yeah. I’d get rid of them if Alex didn’t feed me for free and Reggie didn’t get us so many free tickets to stuff,” he sighs, breath blowing against her skin as his nose nudges over her shoulder blade until his lips follow and his rest his chin on her shoulder, and all she has to do is turn her head a little to find his eyes on her lips. “Though it would be so worth it for weekends like this.”

“Guess we should just make the most of this one first, huh?”

It’s a little awkward, and Luke must be uncomfortable with his torso twisted like it is, but it’s easy to kiss Luke, and to roll over until she can push him back down until his back hits the mattress and she can hover over him instead.

“You sound like you have a plan,” Luke comments, and his hands rest on her hips, fingers tapping against her as he looks up at her with those damn eyes of his. The ones that can’t hide a single thought or emotion. And all she can see is love, and okay yeah, probably a lot of lust.

“There might have been some bullet point list involved,” she shrugs one shoulder, her hair slipping over as she moves and Luke’s fingers flex against her, squeezing one hip as he lets out something that sounds halfway between a laugh and a groan.

“That shouldn’t be this hot,” he shakes his head, but his eyes are still shining and Julie loves him.

So she tells him. And kisses him. And wonders if it’s too soon to suggest they spend all their weekends together forever.

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manifesting is supposed to be fun!!!

hiiii!! this is something that i’ve rediscovered lately, and i rlly wanted to share it with you all!

i’ve been on a journey to manifest my sp since october 2019, and i know that it sounds like a long time, but that’s bc i discovered law of attraction first and practiced that until around august 2020. i’ve been practicing the law of assumption since then, but it has been a struggle working past the limiting beliefs that the law of attraction had drilled into my head. 

i was getting a lot of progress october 2020-december 2020, but then all of my movement stopped and i got none until mid-april. i was constantly repeating my affirmations, but through them i was trying to force my sp to contact me. it was literally becoming so stressful, trying to force him to text me, and then when i’d inevitably pick up my phone to do something and saw i hadn’t gotten a text from him yet, it would tear away at my confidence each and every time, until eventually, it felt like it was absolutely never going to happen.

manifesting literally started to feel so hard, and almost torturous. i would watch videos by sammy ingram and manifesting with kimberly, and while i love them both, it would discourage me so much because i felt as though i was doing everything that they were saying, and yet i was still stuck in such an awful rut.

but then i watched a video by kim velez, and it literally changed my whole perception.

in this video, she talks about how she completely and totally lives in the end. yes, i know, this is basics, but i don’t think it really clicked for me until i watched this video. it made me think, rem, why are you manifesting contact from ur sp when he is literally your boyfriend? 

when i watched this video, i was already starting to switch over from repeating affirmations all day long to mainly focusing on inner conversations. while looping affs is obviously a great method, for me i found that i was just doing this mindlessly and wasn’t really thinking about the affirmations i was repeating in my head. now, instead, whenever i have time, i have little conversations with myself. they typically sound like this: “my sp is my boyfriend, we are in a happy, healthy, flourishing relationship. we are so in love, we spend every spare minute with each other, i can’t wait to see him tomorrow” etc, etc. sometimes i’ll go on little tangents about what we have planned to do together “tomorrow”, or i’ll plan an outfit for our “date” in my mind, but i try to keep my thoughts constantly flowing and constantly different, but still natural and positive. 

now i do this, and i also allow myself to daydream about going on dates with my sp or spending time with him, rather than trying to think of the most logical reason for him to text me or making up fake arguments in my head with him when he did. now, i feel so much lighter and happier and excited about my manifestation. 

guys!! manifestation is supposed to be fun!!! i mean, you’re getting everything that you desire!!! how could it not be fun? i think this was the main thing i was missing. i was so worried about the when and the how and all of the what-ifs, that i wasn’t letting myself be excited. my sp is already mine, my 3D is bound to shift at any minute now!!!! i am supposed to feel excited!!! not scared, or stressed, or nervous. it’s already done--now i can allow myself to be excited.

u guys, i feel so strongly in my heart that i’m going to be writing my full success story here in no time. i am so excited to share with u guys my success!!!!

i know that im not the best manifestor in the world (scratch that, i am affirming that i AM! lol), but i rlly hope that you guys can get something from my journey, and i love documenting it so i hope u guys don’t mind:)

please, if u take one thing from this post, let it be that ur supposed to be having fun with your manifestations, and that you’re allowed to be excited. 

<3

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henna art | song mingi

pairing: mingi x femreader

genre: fluff, festive related (diwali/deepavali)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i wrote this on 14 nov 2020 & now it's alr 2021 jshahahs diwali this year is nearing too, like in a week or so & thought i might just drop this here. it's... not my best work but i wanna keep the account going so here it is!!

also, my apologies for being MIA on this account – started uni end of august and it's been HECTIC i didn't really have the energy or the willpower to write but time flies hella quick and im about to be done with my 1st sem so you best believe ill try to get something written soon :) let's hope it all works in my favour & have a good week!

Your eyes were glued onto the television screen, trying to memorise the way the artist was drawing and trying to learn her skills too. You first sketched the simple design on paper using a pencil which worked out fine, but the second you picked up the henna tube, things were the opposite instead.

Henna art was something you've adored since young but you never really got to wear it by yourself since you got it done by a professional instead and they'd charge you a few dollars for that. Plus, you would only be wearing henna during festive celebrations.

Diwali was around the corner and you were excited this year since you were celebrating it with Mingi in a simple manner. It made you feel sad that this was your first Diwali without your family around but ever since you started dating Mingi, he was family to you too.

A smile was plastered on your face as you thought of him, wanting to spend a holiday that's important to you with you and he took a day off solely for that though you insisted there's not much that you can do since you didn't make any sweets as well.

You continued your practice with henna and tried numerous times on paper to make sure you didn't mess up when you drew it on your hand. It took you several tries to master one design and when you did, you squealed out of happiness.

"God, finally."

Placing your left hand on the table, you adjusted your hand position so that you could start drawing your henna. Slow and steady… you were soon halfway done. The flower looked a little off but progress was there. The henna paste flowed out from the henna tube as you squeezed on it, eventually drawing small dots on the back of your hand. A beautiful flower drawing was formed and you put down the tube, satisfaction filling you up.

You smiled at your work, immediately grabbing your phone to take a picture of your hand while the paste was still wet. After you were done, you put your phone and placed your hand in front of your small fan to make it dry.

"And, now we wait."

While you were waiting for the henna to dry up, you lost track of time and ended up using your phone until Mingi came back home. He told you he'd be home by six and it was a quarter past six, making you realise your henna was dried up since you were on the phone for about 40 minutes now.

"Hi baby," He greeted with a smile, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You ignored his greeting and rushed to the bathroom sink, washing off the dried henna paste. The dark red colour reappeared as the dried paste absorbed the water and it almost looked like blood.

Mingi followed suit and he gasped when he saw the blood lookalike in the sink, worrying you had hurt yourself. "Y/N, what happened? What is this?" He panicked, grabbing your hands softly.

Giggling at his worried state, you felt warm on the inside seeing his concern for you. "Baby, it's nothing. I drew henna on myself just now so I'm washing it off cause I forgot to wash it off earlier."

His hands dropped to his side, "Oh. What's that? What's… Hannah?"

You laughed, "It's not Hannah, it's henna. Wait, do you wanna see pictures? Let me wipe my hands first." You grabbed a towel and dabbed your hand slightly until the water dried up, the henna design standing out on your golden skin.

"Whoa, baby, that's so pretty." He mumbled, taking your hand into his hands, admiring the red colour on your hand. "Can you do it for me too?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I want this. Can you draw for me?"

You giggled, "Your manager is gonna scold me for this. It's gonna take a week or more for the henna to disappear."

He thought about it for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, I want it. Let's forget about the management for a while, okay?"

"Okay!" You exclaimed in happiness and pulled him to the living room with you. The two of you sat down and you searched up henna designs on Pinterest for Mingi but you didn't manage to find something that was simple and not… flowery.

You frowned and sighed, "I can't find anything that is not flowery, baby." Mingi shook his head, "I found one though. Look."

He showed his phone to you, a picture of a small heart tattoo shown. "Let's have matching hennas, I'll draw yours and you can draw mine."

Smiling at him, you nodded. "As you wish."

You began your henna drawing, now turning into a hobby, on Mingi's wrist. He flinched a little, "It tickles."

"Aw, sorry, I'll be slow." You replied. "You know what, I've never seen a guy wear henna before."

"Wait, really?" He asked, sitting up straight to fix his posture.

"I mean, I have but it's rare. Some men wear it for their wedding. But, it's cool. It's similar to tattoos anyway, just that it's temporary." You told him.

You finished it rather quickly, for the tattoo he picked was a small and easy one. Your hands were a little shaky but you were done. "Alright, there you go. Is it okay?"

"Holy shit, baby. This looks so good!" He said, his eyes round as he scanned the henna. Grinning, he took the tube from you and held his hand out for you to place your hand.

"Come, it's my turn now." He said, excited to draw on you.

You noticed he was moving a lot so you warned him, "Mingi, careful! It hasn't dried up so it will stain your hand, like this." You showed him your right hand, your palm decorated with red strokes and dots.

"Ah, okay, okay." He said, being extra careful. "Aren't you curious on why I chose this?"

You were focused on his gentle touch, so you hummed. "It's a little different, why?"

"It symbolises us. I'm the big heart, loving you all the time and I'm always keeping you close in my heart with me. You're the small crescent, resembling you - you're small," Mingi explained, pausing to giggle.

You scoffed at his description but smiled after. "In conclusion, I'm always keeping you close to me in my heart."

"Even though the henna is temporary?"

"Even though the henna is temporary. I promise." He said, finishing his henna on you.

You smiled to yourself, feeling thankful and warm inside. "Thank you for being here with me, I appreciate that a lot."

He shook his head, "Don't gotta thank me, baby. The next time we wear this, it better be our wedding." He flashed his cheeky smile at you, making you blush at his statement.

Smiling back at him, you said, "Why wait? Let's get married then."