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peterm4rker · 6 months ago

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(❆⋆.˚) christmas miracle !

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [jaemin x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 2.3k w. cursing, slight angst, lmk if you find any! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

august 22nd, 2019

“jaem?” you called out, your voice barely a whisper as your head laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat among the comfortable silence. he hummed in response, his hand continuing its caresses in your hair. “i don’t think i can do this anymore,” you mumbled, voice on the verge of breaking.

you felt his chest rise and fall with a sigh “i know,” your boyfriend answered, his tone matching yours.

“i love you,” you said, unconsciously cuddling closer to him as if you were scared of letting go. you were, because you knew that if you did it would be the last time you would be this close to him in a very long time.

“i know,” he repeated as he held you closer “i love you too, and i’m sorry.”

“i know,” you mimicked, rising from your previous position while still sitting close to him “i don’t doubt that you love me, jaem, it's just… i can’t go on with a relationship where you disappear for a week and then call me like nothing happened.” your hand found his, your fingers intertwining. “i love you, but you’re not opening up to me and i can’t understand why you do the things that you do.”

jaemin listened attentively, his heart breaking further with each of your words. he knew it was true, all of it, but he wasn’t capable of talking about what was going on when he couldn’t even understand it himself. he felt embarrassed to tell you that there were days where he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed to eat, much less to grab his phone to call you. when two days had gone back with zero contact and he felt a little better, he was way too ashamed to reach out and just waited long enough that he could pretend he hadn’t spent days crying on his bed for no reason.

he loved you more than anything in the world, more than he loved himself, even. he also knew you would never shame him for feeling the way he did, but you would worry. you would put aside your life to help him get his back, and he could never ask you to do that, he loved you too much.

“you deserve so much better,” he spoke after a few seconds of silence, his free hand moving to cup your cheek. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be what i promised you to be.”

“you were everything and more,” you smiled sadly, feeling your eyes burning with tears “i need you to promise me something.”

“what is it, love?” he mumbled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“if you still want me when the time is right, promise you will call me. i don’t care if it’s ten years from now and we haven’t spoken since, promise me you will reach out,�� the tone of your words was so serious that it left no doubt on him that you meant every one of them.

“i promise i will” he gave you a weak smile, moving his hand to place it in front of you and extending his pinky finger towards you.

you interlaced your fingers with his, bringing your hand up to kiss it and seal the promise. “i should go home now,” you said weakly, tearing your hands apart from each other to wipe away the tears on your cheeks.

jaemin wanted to beg you to stay, at least until the morning so he could hold you through one more night. but he couldn’t, he knew too well that one more night would make you back away from your decision and he couldn’t hurt you any further.

“want me to drive you?” he asked, his hand feeling cold without your warmth.

“i’ll get an uber, don’t worry,” you gave him a sad smile as you grabbed your bag from the floor before walking towards him and cupping his cheek, crouching slightly to place your forehead against his. “i love you-”

“i love you more,” he answered, a single tear escaping his eyes as he looked at you one last time before you walked out of his room for the last time.

...୨❆୧...

december 18th, 2024

jaemin couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he walked out of his friends’ apartment. it had been an afternoon full of laughter and happiness, one of the many that had slowly healed his heart over the years. he waved goodbye to jeno, who was getting into his car to drive home. he had offered him a ride, but jaemin felt the need to walk in the cold weather, it wasn’t that long of a walk to his apartment.

even when he had been as happy as he had, he couldn’t deny that watching his friends be coupley and cute had struck a nerve he didn’t even know he had. he didn’t know he wanted all of that, someone to tease, to kiss and to have stupid ugly sweater competitions with, but he did, and that could only mean one thing. he was ready, and the time was finally right.

that’s how he found himself standing at the edge of the river, overlooking the scenery as his thumb hovered over the call button. he stared at his phone screen as he chewed at the inside of his lip, he never deleted the picture he had for your contact; a picture of 19 year old you with your cheeks being squished by his large hand.

he smiled at the sight, feeling his heart squeeze with a mixture of nostalgia and guilt. would you still want him to contact you even though it had been five years since you broke things off?

“ i don’t care if it’s ten years from now and we haven’t spoken since, promise me you will reach out.”

your voice resonated in his head and his hand moved on its own to press the button that had been haunting him for the past five minutes. he took the phone up to his ear, trying his hardest to breathe properly and maintain his calm as the tone ringed.

what if you had changed your phone number? what if you had a partner? what if you simply didn’t want to hear from him after this long? what if he had changed way too much for you? what if-

“hello?” his thoughts were cut off by a voice on the other line. your voice. “hi?” you asked again, and he had to snap off of his thoughts.

“yn,” he blurted out, his voice sounding completely breathless. he didn’t expect you to know who it was, but he didn’t seem to be able to say anything else. there was silence for a couple of seconds, and he thought he heard your breath hitch.

“jaemin?” you spoke, sounding as if you had just gotten a call from a ghost.

“yeah, it's me,” he breathed out, cautious with his words. he couldn’t say he wasn’t completely scared shitless in that moment.

“hi,” you answered, and he could hear the smile on your astonished voice.

“hi,” shit, he really had to start talking more. “you didn’t change your phone number,” no shit.

“i didn’t,” you spoke “you did.”

“i changed a lot of things,” the boy spoke, a breathless chuckle escaping your lips.

“you kept my contact,” you remarked, and he couldn’t understand how he could be so happy even when his heart was about to fall out of his ass.

“i promised i would call you,” if i still wanted you. “so here i am, i hope it's not too late”.

“it’s not,” you assured, feeling speechless at how he had actually called you.

“good. uhm, i was wondering if you’d like to come get coffee with me sometime,” he asked, his hand going to scratch the nape of his nape as it did when he was nervous.

“i would love that, just tell me when,” a smile took over his face immediately, feeling incredibly grateful to whatever saint had made you the nicest, most beautiful soul that could’ve ever stepped foot on earth.

“is tomorrow too soon?” he asked softly, knowing that his request was a little greedy, but he had spent five years without hearing your voice and he didn’t think he could stop now.

jaemin heard you chuckle from the other line “no, it’s not,” he almost cheered at the sound of your voice “wanna meet at sunrise café at like 11?”

“of course, that’s perfect,” he nodded, even though you couldn’t see him “do you need me to pick you up?”

“nah, i work just around the corner,” you answered, being followed by silence. the boy didn’t know what else to say, he didn’t trust himself to say anything else without going overboard. “i'll see you there then?”

“yeah, i’ll see you there.” he said, being sure that you could hear his smile in his voice. “bye, yn-”

“bye, jaem.” you said before hanging up. fuck, he had missed the way his name sounded when you said it.

...୨❆୧...

jaemin found himself sitting in a booth inside the café you had agreed to meet in. nostalgia was flooding his body, remembering all the times you had sat on that same seat when you were together. as the minutes passed, he began to feel uneasy. had you planned on standing him up as revenge for all the times he did all those years ago? no, you weren’t like that at all. maybe you had forgotten?

“hi,” his attention was called back into reality by your voice again. he lifted his eyes to meet yours, and he could have screamed right then and there. he had always thought you couldn’t get prettier than you were, but he had no idea what he was talking about. the woman that stood in front of him was a work of art, an angel that was blessing him with the ability to look at her.

“yn, hi,” he muttered breathlessly as he stood up. he was too stunned to know what to do now that he had you in front of him. you smiled at him and he felt his heart stop, you were fucking unreal. “here, go ahead,” he muttered as he politely moved a chair back for you to sit, causing you to thank him.

“it’s nice to see you after so long,” you said once you were sitting in front of each other.

“it is,” he smiled, still trying to calm his racing heart “five years is a really long time, i’m sorry i didn’t contact you sooner,” his smile turned apologetic “i was in a really rough spot, but i’m better now.”

“there’s nothing to apologize for,” you reassured “you needed time, i understood that,” jaemin felt like he could start crying on the spot. you had always been so understanding and warm, even when he didn’t deserve it at all. “now tell me, what have you been up to?”

“well, i’m a photographer now,” he said, marking the beginning of a long, overdue conversation about life through the last five years.

hours passed with both of you sitting in the coffee shop, long enough for you to feel bad about being there for so long and deciding to go on a walk along the river bank, seemingly not getting enough of each other’s company.

“so yeah, that didn’t really work out,” you shrugged as you concluded your story about your last boyfriend, who jaemin had asked about very casually.

“he sounds like an asshole,” he chimed in, eliciting a laugh to escape your lips.

“he kind of was, yeah,” you had to agree, nodding softly. “i’m glad that’s over, to be honest.”

“i’m glad it’s over, too,” jaemin blurted out, his eyes widening slightly at the realisation of the implication of his words.

you raised your eyebrows with an amused smile “i’m sure you are.”

...୨❆୧...

it had been a little under a week since you and jaemin had reconnected, and he could say that he had never felt so happy in his life. he knew you felt the same, he could see it in your smile and your shiny eyes.

“so yeah, i was going to go visit family but i got snowed in in seoul,” you shrugged your shoulders as you recounted your failed christmas plans. “same thing happened to my cousin, it’s like a curse.”

jaemin listened intently as he looked at your pretty face, an idea popping into his head “you could come spend christmas with my friends and i,” his voice was nervous, unsure of if he was moving too fast.

“are you still friends with jeno and them?” you asked, and he nodded, causing you to smile. you took a few seconds to weigh out your options, coming into a conclusion rather quickly. “then i would love to”.

jaemin smiled brightly as he continued walking, his hand slowly reaching for yours as he interlaced your fingers wordlessly.

...୨❆୧...

“this is crazy, i would never have thought i would see you together again,” jeno spoke as he watched you and jaemin sitting next to each other on heachan’s couch, a little too close for it to be casual.

“some things change and others stay the same,” you shrugged, smiling sweetly as you turned your head to look at jaemin, who was already staring at you.

“this is sickeningly sweet, i'm gonna go help in the kitchen,” the taller boy grimaced, standing up to walk away, leaving you and jaemin alone in the living room.

“i don’t think we stayed the same, you know,” he commented, looking at you with lovesick eyes. “i would never do the things i did back then without giving you an explanation.”

“promise?” you asked, a smile on your perfect lips as you extended your pinky towards him.

“promise,” he answered, intertwining your fingers and leaving a kiss to seal the promise.

you mimicked his action and wordlessly stared into his eyes, marvelled at the way the christmas lights reflected in his eyes, looking just like stars.

it was surreal to be there with him after so long, but it was the perfect christmas miracle.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; another part of of my christmas special with my first ever nct dream bias... i hope you like it ! this is part of the love actually series that i'm doing with both of my blogs ! 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @morkiee @astrasng 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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lexirosewrites · 2 months ago

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Part 2 of my Eddie's birthday is April 20th 1965 AU

It was the busiest, noisiest, & best birthday breakfast Eddie had had since he'd turned 18. The pancakes 🥞 had a plethora of topping options: real maple syrup Nancy had brought from Vermont, whipped cream Argyle bragged abt making himself, strawberry syrup homemade w chunks of strawberries still in it, rainbow sprinkles, and Steve had apparently insisted on Irish butter for their pancakes

The omega had even remembered what type of pancake each person at the table liked: B!Jonathan & A!Nancy each got a plate of blueberry pancakes, B!Robin did a little happy dance in her chair at her own plate of a concerning number of chocolate chip pancakes, A!Argyle chirped in contentment at the banana pancakes he was handed, & last was a plate of a stack of plain buttermilk pancakes with a birthday candle in it. Eddie laughed bc now he knew Wayne had definitely had a hand in this bc only Wayne knew abt the pancake breakfast birthday candle. They all sing to him then he's wishing for something he thinks might not b impossible as he looks at the happy light in Steve's eyes & then they're all digging in.

Halfway thru breakfast Argyle gives Eddie the first of 22 joints, holy shit apparently their road trip from Cali had involved whoever was in the passenger seat rolling at least 2 joints btwn stops. What Eddie had seen Nancy & Argyle rolling were the final ones needed.

"As the birthday boy it's smoke circle rules u get the first hit of everything smoked today!" Argyle proclaimed & the rest of the gathering echoed the sentiment w a dorky chorus of "here, here!"

After the first joint was smoked down to the roach, and the dishes were done through group effort they all moved to the living room where Jonathan proceeded to take full advantage of the modest but smooth sound system Dustin had BUILT for him. Jon put on some vinyl of acid rock then he set the volume to low & it provided a pleasant background noise to the myriad of nonsensical conversations happening all around the room.

Eddie happily melted into the comfortable couch Wayne had bought when they'd moved in. Steve was next to him & he smelled divine, baked apples with honey.

So the morning passed with music on low, windows open to let out the smoke, & a joint periodically smoked. A movie was eventually put into the VCR (bought w Wayne's own hard earned hush money, the old man had deduced enough to necessitate an NDA & he was a damn good haggler)

At one point Eddie ended up w his head on Steve's shoulder while the omega drew doodles in a sketchbook. Visual art was something Steve got back into after moving out of the empty & cold Harrington abode, apparently he'd enjoyed it a lot as a kid but his parents expectations left no room for him to do anything more than doodle once he got into high school. The omega was drawing Robin laughing.

At lunchtime Argyle made three different pizzas from dough he'd apparently taught Steve to make so it'd b ready for their arrival, he'd brought the sauce directly from the Surfer Boy Pizza he worked at in San Francisco, & the cheese had been supplied by Steve too. A meat lovers pizza, a veggie lovers pizza, and a pineapple monstrosity neither Eddie nor Steve could stand beyond a single bite of.

Eddie got to spend the entire day smoking which was nice, sure. His pain was well managed tht entire day. But the best thing abt his 22nd birthday was getting to spend the entire day w their crew of young adults. Jonathan had documented the entire day & promised to give Eddie first dibs any pictures he wanted.

As they all ate Chinese takeout for dinner & Eddie was too high to filter out his wish for them all to stay over for the night.

He was then even more in love bc Steve had already arranged for tht to happen. The couch bed was promptly pulled out, Nancy had brought 2 air mattresses, & they quickly got everything perfectly set up. If tht set up involved Eddie asking Steve to make a temporary nest for the couch bed, well, who could say no to the birthday boy?

Then his final surprise: a movie marathon of everyone's favorite feel good movies.

Soon enough everyone was situated in comfortable places with multiple large bowls of popcorn throughout the room.

Eddie had no filter & once again could not stop himself from asking Steve to cuddle w him. The blush he got to see was worth the initial mortification. He wanted to purr when the omega's blush deepened after Eddie complimented the temporary nest he was lounging within.

Hours later somehow it was just him & Steve awake watching David Bowie sing abt dancing magic. Eddie hadn't looked at the TV for awhile when he decided to make his birthday wish come true

"Stevie would you like to go on a date with me this Friday?"

The omega turned his honey color eyes to the alpha and the slow smile tht bloomed onto Steve's face was as enchanting as a rose

"Took you long enough to ask alpha."

Eddie's 22nd birthday ended with him kissing the most beautiful, thoughtful, & kind omega in the whole world🥰

wow my 4/20 feels so lame compared to this😩

#slick sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steve x eddie #a/b/o #omegaverse #my asks

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lootsofathousandsworld · 7 months ago

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dang it! I'm a minute/two late to post this! :')

Happy (late) 22nd Anniversary to Treasure Planet!

I wanna try do something special for this year ^w^

#my art #treasure planet #Jim hawkins #anniversary #fanart #sorry if you see any mistakes #art #artist on tumblr

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slenbee · 25 days ago

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Dougal's GoFundme for IVDD rehabilitation!

6/25/25 - Update- Dougal's Gofundme is now at £2,090/£3.5k!

🎉🎉That's 60%!!!! He's over halfway there!! 🎉🎉

An update on Therapy from June 17th!!

Update post about laser therapy on June 22nd!

Please consider reblogging to help him get therapy for IVDD!

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I'm sharing this gofundme to help Dougal's parents gather funds for his IVDD recovery as they themselves do not have/use Tumblr.

Dougal's Story:

Dougal was Paralyzed by IVDD last July and had surgery as his pain was severe. Thankfully he regained his mobility and we spent the year rehabilitating him, but unfortunately this April he has had another bout of IVDD in a different set of disks. It has also led to muscle wasting in one of his shoulders due to over compensation. We've done everything we can to keep him healthy, happy and safe but he has unfortunately been unlucky. His medical team recommended that he sees an Accredited Veterinary Physio to correct his remaining neurological deficits and muscle wasting, but we are not able to afford this without help. He needs professional input; we've done as much physio and prom etc at home as possible but he needs things like gait analysis and Hydrotherapy. We'd also love if he could try acupuncture to see if this helps his pain and spasms. Unfortunately I'm also seriously ill and due to this unfortunate series of events we're restricted financially. We have an abundance of love but not money unfortunately. If you'd like to help this beautiful loving little guy get back to his usual self and give him the best chances possible for the future we'd be forever grateful. Thank you so much for your support.

Here is the link to the original GoFundMe post on r/dachshund!

Here is a link to pictures of Dougal from his owners reddit!

I can personally vet that this campaign is 100% real as I've spoken to Dougal's owner via reddit multiple times as seen below!

Consent to share to Tumblr under the read more:

#dog #dogs #dogs of tumblr #dachshund #mutual aid #gofundme #fundraiser #doxie #I love this dog so much you guys he's so expressive he makes me smile every time I see him on my reddit feed ;w;#I can't donate myself so this is the least I can do to help Mr. Dougal get better. <3 #signal boost #please share if you can!#pet fundraiser

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buckybarnesevents · 1 year ago

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WE'RE BACK! Hot Bucky Summer returns for its second year in a row with new prompts to get those spicy ideas going!

This event runs from June 1st, 2024 to August, 31, 2024. Each week starting June 1st, we’ve given you a theme (phrase) and some further prompts to spark your imagination. You do not have to strictly include the exact phrase or prompt words in your works - they are meant to encourage you and inspire your overall idea!

📢 RULES

Tag accordingly, please! General blog rules apply to this, please read before participating.

There is no minimum or maximum limit.

We will not be reblogging works outside of the assigned week (ex: if you fill a week 1 prompt but we are already in July, we will not be reglogging), however, these prompts are meant to inspire your muses and you can use them as you desire.

Your works do not have to be inherently M or E rated to participate, they are up to your interpretation.

There is no limit on how many works you create. Even if you only participate in one week, we encourage and welcome all participants!

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Please mention us (@buckybarnesevents) and use the tag #hotbuckysummer2024 in your post for us to reblog your works!

We MUST be able to clearly identify what week/prompt you are using. Again, we will not be reblogging works outside of the assigned week. If we cannot easily tell what prompt you are using when tagged, we will not be reblogging.

You can also tag us again in your masterpost for us to reblog a summary of your works for this event.

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Happy creating!

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1 June 1st - June 7th | “Louder, let everyone hear you.” | [Screaming/Noisy Sex | Gangbang | Exhibiotionism]

2 June 8th - June 14th | “What should I call you?” | [Master | Alpha | Pet]

3 June 15th - June 21st | “Really? Here?!” | [Someone Else’s House | Public Bathroom | Mile High Club]

4 June 22nd - June 28th | FREE WEEK | [Optional prompts: “A” - Anal Hook, Acarophilia, Age Play]

5 June 29th - July 5th | “We’re…” | [Friends with Benefits | Exes | Enemies to Lovers]

6 July 6th - July 12th | “I won’t be able to stop myself.” | [Sex Pollen | Gone Feral | Fuck or Die]

7 July 13th - July 19th | “Put this on for me.” | [Blindfolds | Cock Cage | Collars]

8 July 20th - July 26th | “Maybe this'll help you relax” | [Hot Bath | Another Drink | Cockwarming]

9 July 27th - August 2nd | FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: “W” - Wax Play, Watersports, WAM (Wet & Messy), Weapon Play]

10 August 3rd - August 9th | “Shhhhhhhhh…” | [Gagged | Voyeurism | Somnophilia]

11 August 10th - August 16th | “You look good like this.”| [Kneeling | Tied Down | Ruined]

12 August 17th - August 23rd | “What should I wear?” | [Lingerie | Chastity Belt | Nothing]

13 August 24th - August 30th | FREE WEEK | [Optional Prompts: “M” - (Mutual) Masturbation, Masochism, Medical Play]

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remlionheart · 1 year ago

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* ˚ ✦ MDNI ✦ ˚ *

Marinade

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ when i first decided that i wanted to write some yuuji angst, i had a v vague idea in my head of what it might look like, but when i tell you that this fic took me for a ride, i mean it. angel boy yuuji itadori finds himself mourning his 22nd birthday rather than celebrating it. sitting alone at a bar, overwhelmed by grief when he's suddenly greeted by the one part of his past that doesn't hurt to look at. 4.9k words. hurt/comfort, angst, smut, fluff, slice of life, shonen, literally everything and anything going on here. i was crying and smiling and rooting for these characters and i'm not sure that i'll ever emotionally recover from writing this, but i'm really happy w the outcome so lemme know whatcha think, luv you ♡ (also shoutout to my girl @bratbby333 for always being my biggest hype-woman and proofreading for me when i've looked at a fic for too long and start to hate it) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

now playing: marinade by dope lemon

Yuuji hadn't seen you since middle school.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

He remembered you as the girl who had pretty handwriting and a serious affinity for the color blue. The girl who would leave pastel origami hearts on his desk without ever saying why. The girl who'd hide away in the library during lunch instead of eating with the rest of the class. The girl who he'd watch on the bus ride home with a sinking feeling in his stomach, catching the way your eyes glossed over each time the driver stopped in front of your house.

He learned how much you loved to read and write that year. Glancing at you from across the study hall room, secretly jotting down what number was printed along the spine of your book so that he could get you the next one in the series. He'd leave it on your desk before class started, the same way you did with his origami hearts. Never saying a word about it.

He watched you fill countless journals, your face always so concentrated as you poured your thoughts into them. He’d stop by the shopping plaza near his house after school every time he noticed that you’d reached the last page, spending his allowance to make sure there was a new one waiting for you the next morning. Each one he gave you, a different shade of blue.

But it wasn’t until the last day of eighth grade that he finally mustered up the courage to break the not-so-silent-silence the two of you had been sharing for the last 6 months. He sat down next to you, introducing himself even though it went without saying. His eyebrows furrowed a bit when you wordlessly slipped out an earbud and handed it to him. A rare, but visible smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. He held it in his palm for a moment, his eyes drifting along your face as he brought it to his ear, letting the tangled white cord tether the two of you together.

He’d never heard the song before, but he still remembered thinking how fitting it was. Dreamy and melodic - just like you. The singer's voice was full of raw sincerity, adding another layer of atmospheric haze to the already heady beat while the chorus gradually filled the space between you.

He didn't have the right words to explain it at the time, but he felt lucky as he watched you stare out the window that day. Lucky to know how pretty you looked when the sunlight caught the side of your face. Lucky to know which fantasy novels you liked to spend hours losing yourself in. Lucky to know what type of music you listened to when you were deep in thought. Lucky, just to be sitting next to you.

His heart jumped around in his chest when your eyes met his again. Both of you exchanging the same somber smile as you realized what road you were on.

He handed his half of the headphones back to you, secretly relieved at how calm you still seemed despite the fact that your stop was next.

“That song,” he hesitated, the lyrics still swirling through his mind. “what was it –”

But his question came to an abrupt end as the bus began to brake, a new and overwhelming warmth dancing through his veins when he noticed how close you suddenly were to him.

His pupils doubled in size, his breath catching in his throat while you leaned in carefully, pressing the softest kiss against his boyish cheek.

"Have a good summer, Yuuji." you whispered, grabbing your backpack off the floor.

His hand rested where your lips had been, his gaze following you off of the bus. You made it about halfway up your driveway before pausing to look back at him over your shoulder, two lingering smiles blurring past one another as the driver hurried on with her route.

The next two months were filled with sunshine and soccer practice for him. Bike rides and camping trips and basketball courts. His days were usually full, but no matter what he was doing or where he was going, there was one song that was always on the tip of his tongue:

♫⋆｡ ♪ ₊ ﾟ“Do you want me? Just how I am? Do you need me and where I stand?”

One song that would forever remind him of you:

"Let's go steady, let's make a plan. Marinade on that for a little while." ⋆｡ ♪ ₊♬ ﾟ。

And he did.

He marinaded on the infatuation he felt for you the rest of that entire summer.

When August arrived that year and brought everyone back for high school, he was ready.

There were stories he wanted to tell you, questions he wanted to ask you. Playlists he wanted to make with you. Books he'd found while thrifting that he wanted to give to you. Daydreams he had of roaming the halls and laughing with you. Visions of bringing his lunch into the library so he could eat with you. He couldn't wait to hear about your summer. Couldn't wait to catch up with you. Couldn't wait to see you.

Unfortunately for you both though, life had other, much darker plans in store for the pink-haired boy who just wanted to carry around your books for you and hold your hand during passing period.

He was called out of class early on the first day. Forced to leave the building before he even had the chance to see you as he frantically tracked down the nearest shuttle and rushed across town to get to the hospital. His grandpa’s health had been on a slow decline, but after his most recent fall, it had suddenly started to plummet.

Yuuji missed the majority of that week, dedicating all of his time to the man who had essentially raised him. He would bring him food and sit with him for hours even though he was mostly incoherent. He’d tell him about his day and leave flowers by his bedside. He'd watch reruns of old game shows with him that they used to watch when Yuuji was little, completely ignoring the nurses who would say things like, "You need to give yourself a break.”

The hospital staff tried their best to get him to take a day off. To go back to school and live his own life, but Yuuji just couldn’t. His grandpa was the only family he'd ever really had. There was no way he was going to leave him. He ditched the comfort of his bedroom and began sleeping on the cramped hospital futon next to the grey-haired man, teaching himself what each machine hooked up to him was responsible for and what vitals they monitored. He’d sometimes leave throughout the day, but it was only for a couple of hours at most. He'd return with more flowers and books to read to him. By the third week of school, he'd missed almost every single one of his classes, but he didn’t care. His priorities were firm.

Yuuji stayed by his side - day in and day out, until the very end.

When he woke up to the sound of erratic beeping and codes that he didn't understand being called out by nurses, he knew. He knew in his heart that this was it. Amongst the chaos were two sets of shaking hands reaching for each other, his grandpa's last words hanging heavily in the space between them,

“Yuuji... You're a strong kid, try your best to help others, okay?”

He remembered thinking at that moment that there couldn’t be a worse feeling. That he couldn’t possibly have anything else left to lose. He was only 15 and he was now officially all on his own as he watched the only parental figure he had let out his last breath of air.

He had no family, no future, no chance.

Fate was a cruel and calculating thing though. A few days after the funeral, Yuuji discovered that he did have a future. One that was irreversibly sealed the minute he stepped foot into Jujutsu High. He had to let go of everything he'd known in exchange for the damning task of becoming a vessel for Ryomen Sukuna. He had to trade in his mundane role of being a high school freshman for the daunting responsibility of becoming a first-year sorcerer. And arguably the hardest thing of all, he had to give up the simple pleasure of sharing a set of tangled headphones with you to try and save a world that didn't truly care about him.

There was no room for normalcy anymore. This was his new life and it was ending, one day at a time.

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He sat at a nearly vacant bar by himself, staring down the empty glass in front of him, watching the ice melt as he ran a shaky hand along the back of his neck.

It was 4 o'clock and he was only one of two people here this early. The lights and music were still being adjusted by the workers. Cups being stocked and coolers being filled for the inevitable Saturday-night rush that would come in the next few hours. His goal was to be absolutely obliterated by then - to already be on his way back home before the swarm of college students took over.

He paused, noticing the calendar hanging by the craft beer list in front of him. His heart stuttered a bit as he blinked back at the date. No wonder he'd been feeling so reminiscent lately.

He leaned over the counter hoping to find the bartender who'd poured his first drink, but to no avail.

He grabbed his glass, sucking down the very last drop of whiskey it had to offer, trying desperately to drown out the realization that today was his 22nd birthday and the people who should be here with him weren't.

Almost every friend he'd made over the last ten years had been ripped away from him. They were scattered memories. Familiar voices that he did his best to hold onto. Faces, names, deaths that followed him everywhere he went.

Middle school and the innocence of just wanting to hold a pretty girl's hand while she walked down the hallway were long gone. He was an adult now. A very tired and traumatized adult.

He peered around the corner again, half-tempted to jump over the bar and pour himself another drink when the stereo kicked on, an overwhelming wave of pure, deep blue nostalgia flooding over him without warning.

His back straightened, his eyes suddenly darting towards the speaker as the lyrics drifted across his skin, causing every hair on his body to stand up at once.

"She wanted to die by a river. She wanted the tide to come up and drag her away, so that when she's dreamin', she can watch the tree line fall away." ⋆｡ ♪

It was the same hazy melody that he'd spent an entire summer listening to on repeat. He still knew every word, every beat. It was muscle memory the way his fingertips began to drum along the counter when a bartender finally emerged from the back.

"Sorry, do you need a –"

Time stilled, the glass nearly slipping from his hand as your gaze caught his.

"Yuuji?"

Despite how much you'd changed since the last time he saw you, your voice was somehow just as soft as he remembered it being.

He stared back at you in quiet disbelief, guilt quickly settling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about how fucking strange and unexpected this all must feel for you too.

From your perspective, he'd spent all of 8th grade trying to befriend you only to up and leave without even saying goodbye. And now, 7 years later - he was at your work, looking back at you like you were an actual angel, and forgetting every word he knew.

Your eyes stayed locked on his for another moment, both of you studying the person in front of you before you finally let out a shaky breath and smiled at him.

"Here," You offered, suddenly feeling the need to soothe your own nerves too. "On the house."

He tried to tell you that he could pay for it, but it was too late. You were already pouring two shots and motioning for him to put his wallet away.

"Okay, fine. But..." There was a glimmer in his eye as he pulled his glass away from yours. "What are we toasting to?"

The smile he gave you felt like a warm hug. One that you didn't realize you needed until you had it again. "Oh," You stammered, trying to ignore the blood that was rushing to your cheeks. "What about... To old friends?"

He nodded, still wearing the same expression as your drinks lightly knocked together. "To old friends."

He couldn't help but grin again at the little shiver that swept across your body as you finished yours.

Your hair was longer, your features a bit more mature, but your mannerisms were all the same. You were still the girl that was made up of mid-day sunlight, handbound books, and shades of blue that were too pretty to exist in this world.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler and slid it to him, once again ignoring the credit card he tried to hand you. "Yuuji, relax." you leaned against the counter, resting your head in your hands so that you were eye-level with him. "They're not gonna go bankrupt over a $2 IPA, I promise."

"If you say so."

You both exchanged the same small smile, his finger lightly running along the counter. "So," he cleared his throat, completely unsure of where to start. "How've you been?"

It was a loaded question, maybe even a dumb question considering how much time had passed, but he didn't care. He really did want to know how you'd been. What you'd been up to. What type of things you'd been writing about. What your Spotifty playlists looked like. What you did on your days off. He wanted to know everything. All of it.

"Well," you exhaled, trying to find an easy way to condense the last seven years of your life. "My parents..." your eyebrows furrowed, realizing that you'd never gotten the chance to tell him why you used to dread your old bus route so much. "My parents finally got divorced..."

“Oh shit, I’m sorry -"

“No,” You said swiftly, not wanting him to feel bad for asking. "It was more of a relief than anything. They used to fight, a lot. My mom wasn't always the nicest when she drank... It probably should've happened way sooner to be honest."

His breathing slowed as memories of you with tears in your eyes walking up your driveway smashed through his mind. He'd promised himself that he would ask you about it one day, but he had no idea it'd be this much later on. He'd wanted to talk to you about it as kids. Wanted to know what scared you so much about going home, but he didn't know how. It was the reason why he left journals on your desk. The reason why he never let you go without the next book in your series.

For everything he couldn't say, he tried to show. But he'd failed you on both accounts the day he disappeared.

"My parents separated my -" you paused, eyes dragging to his as you corrected yourself. "our graduation year."

He nodded, doing his best to digest the thought of you walking down the aisle in a cap and gown with the weight of your parents' downfall on your shoulders.

"But, after that," you smiled slightly. “I applied to college and got accepted. Started working here. Got my own apartment. And I don't know...” you shrugged, "I think in a weird way, things happened the way they were supposed to. It was like everything needed to fall apart before it got better, you know?"

He smiled back at you, your last sentence lingering in the space between you as he reached for your hand. He probably wouldn't have understood that sentiment a year ago, but watching your eyes widen while your fingers slowly tangled into his, he knew exactly what you meant now.

"I'm really sorry I wasn't there..." His thumb brushed against the side of your hand, steadying himself as he let 15-year-old him and 22-year-old him come together to say what they had both been holding onto for so long. "I didn't want to leave. I just -"

Your heart swelled in your chest, watching him blink back tears he wasn't prepared to shed. "Life got really hard for a really long time for me too. But, whenever I felt myself drifting... I thought of you. Thought of the way you'd glance at me from over your book during class. Thought of the way you smiled when you thought no one was watching. I thought of you... all the time. And it was like, no matter how dark things got, it reminded me that life could be good, because it was at one point. So..."

Your hand tightened around his, two sets of glossy eyes now staring back at each other as he forced himself to say what he should've years ago. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there, but... I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

You were dizzy with emotion. Swimming through feelings that you'd kept buried for nearly the last decade. The thoughts you'd only been brave enough to write down. The overwhelming urge to kiss him again and again and again until neither one of you had any air left in your lungs.

Your mouth opened and then closed, your body saying more than you were capable of with how desperately you were holding onto him.

You weren't sure what you were doing. Didn't have time to think or care about the repercussions of your impulsiveness.

"Hey Mai," You called out, "I'm really not feeling well. Think I'm gonna go home."

Yuuji's head was shaking no, but the surprised smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was saying otherwise. "What're you doing?" he whisper-shouted, watching you run around the bar to grab his hand again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mai yelled from the back, but it was too late.

You and Yuuji were already gone, practically sprinting alongside each other, laughing as you booked it across the parking lot.

"First the free beer and now this?"

"They won't go bankrupt over me missing one day." You winked. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

You may have been leading the way, but he was still the athlete between the two of you, purposefully slowing himself down to not be right on your heels. But when he noticed you starting to pant as the road curved into an upward slope, he reached out for you, gently spinning you around to face him.

"Come here." he knelt down, positioning himself so that you could easily wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

He carried you piggy-back style up the hill, the sun fading into an array of pink and orange as you pointed out every bookstore around campus, explaining which ones were your favorites and why. Promising to get matcha with him tomorrow at a local coffee shop you passed. Asking him about his time at Jujutsu High and trying to wrap your mind around what little he was able to tell you as he swore that he'd fill you in on the full story when the time was right. You caught him up on what he'd missed the last three years of high school and how your college classes had been going. You talked about libraries and ghosts and laughed about how in 7th grade he'd joined the occult club just because he thought it'd be an easy after-school credit.

By the time you'd finally reached the spot you'd wanted to show him, the moon had almost completely replaced the sun. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and your hands were full of a mixture of different flowers that he'd picked for you along the way.

"This is..." he trailed off, watching the sky shift into a deep blend of blue and silver. "Beautiful. How'd you even find this place?"

It was an abandoned park surrounded by overgrown trees that overlooked the city, only one rusted swing set left to its name. The hike you had to endure just to find it had more than likely been the cause of its demise, trekking up here with a backpack was hard enough, let alone a stroller.

"I kinda found it by accident." You shrugged. "I was working on an art project and needed a good view of the skyline. I looked up a bunch of different places online, but then I saw this spot and just knew."

Yuuji pulled off his hoodie, sweat trickling down his neck from the late-summer heat as the two of you sat in the grass, his arm gently wrapping around your waist.

There had been so many times you'd sat in this exact same spot by yourself, wondering what the odds were that you were both somehow looking up at the same star.

Your head rested on his shoulder, a warm gust of air swirling around you as you both looked out into the distance, watching the way the stars faded into the Tokyo lights.

"Hey, Yuuji?" You twirled a blade of grass between your fingers, not wanting to ruin the moment, but still needing to be sure.

"Yeah?"

"You promise, right?"

"Hm?" He could hear the concern in your voice, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer.

"You promise that... you're not leaving again?"

"I swear, I'm not going anywhere. And if I do," His eyes returned to yours, his free hand attentively resting under your chin. "I'm taking you with me."

You nodded, warmth washing over you as he traced along your jawline, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Your fears were lost to his touch. Your worries dissolving into the sincerity of his voice. Your need for reassurance wholeheartedly met when his hand cupped your cheek and his lips finally caught yours. Seven years' worth of pent-up feelings pouring out between the two of you, hands roaming and little moans slipping out between breaths while you tugged on the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. He was gentle but eager. Soft but secure. Perfect, in every way.

He hovered over you, easing you onto the grass as he made a makeshift pillow out of his hoodie for you to rest your head on.

You smiled as his lips drifted from your mouth to your neck, his palm delicately traveling up your shirt, pulling your bra to the side while he helped slide your tank-top up over your head. He kissed your collarbones, whispering sweet little praises into your skin. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"

He rested a hand under your back, steadying you as his tongue flickered across your chest. He took his time, making sure to give each nipple the same amount of attention, still humming things like, "the prettiest girl I've ever seen" while his hand traced over your hip.

He tugged at the waistline of your shorts, looking up at you through his lashes as he began to leave featherlight kisses along the inside of your thigh, his blood racing at the sounds you were suddenly making.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

You whimpered out a broken "yes", practically dripping when his fingers spread you apart. He watched you writhe beneath him, drawing slow but firm circles around you. Trying not to lose himself to the way your legs were already shaking for him.

"Yuuji," you whined. "I -" his mouth was ghosting your center, his fingers still playing with your clit while he held you in place. "I n - need you." your voice was heady, lost somewhere in the clouds the faster he went. "I wanna f - feel you, so bad."

"Yeah?" He smiled, his breath still fanning across your core as his digits prodded carefully at your entrance. He groaned at how beautifully your walls swallowed him. "I wanna feel you too."

Your head lulled back, eyes pointed at the sky while your hand tangled into his pink hair. His mouth was warm and heavenly, his tongue running uppp and dowwnnn your center, saliva mixing with slick while his fingers plunged into you.

"Oh, fuck."

He only went deeper the louder you got, flattening his tongue against you with just the right pressure to keep you saying his name. His ring and middle finger hitting spots you'd never been able to reach yourself. You were clenching around him, your thighs locking around his head as you rocked against his tongue.

"Yuuji - you're gonna make me -" he thought it was adorable the way you struggled to get more than two words out at a time. "Fuck, I -"

"Mhmm, just like that."

He was in the same daze you were, sliding in and out of you feverishly until he finally felt the blissful release of your walls spasming around him. Your body suddenly unable to hold it in any longer as you gave him the privilege of really tasing you.

"Oh my god," he moaned, faithfully lapping up every bit of you he could get, only pulling away when you started begging for him.

"Yuuji -" It was needy and light-headed. "Come here, come here. Please."

The way he lifted his head up, smiling at you with your cum dripping down his chin made something inside you ache.

You pulled him towards you, desperately wrapping your legs around his waist as he began undoing the buttons on his pants. He kissed you, again and again and again, using it as a pleasant distraction while he wriggled himself free.

He took a breath, both of you watching in blitzed out awe as he lined himself up with you. "I love you." he whispered, your eyes widening from the blend of his words and the feeling of his tip slowly entering you. "Always have."

His hair brushed against your forehead as he parted your lips with his tongue, your nails digging into his neck with his first full thrust. You were so tight and warm around him.

He tried to ease into you, encouraging you while also making sure you were comfortable. His voice sweet as honey as he asked you things like, "Is that okay, baby?" and "Aw, you like when I go deep like that, huh?"

Your gaze locked with his, your eyebrows knitting together the faster his rhythm became.

You'd thought about this moment before. Thought about what it might feel like, but nothing could've prepared you for the way your heart would race at the sound of him moaning, "You're doing so good for me." The way he'd hold you, looking back at you with stars in his eyes as he filled every inch of you.

"Yuuji -"

"Let it out, baby. S'okay." He whispered, his hand reaching for yours. "I've got you."

Your vision was blurred by the feeling of his tip meeting your cervix, warm summer air brushing against your skin as you reached your breaking point.

"I love you." The words left your mouth so fast you barely had time to register them, but then... they wouldn't stop. It was the only phrase you remembered how to say. The only emotion you remembered how to feel. "I love you." you whimpered again, feeling yourself tighten around him as your confession became more frantic. "Oh - mygod, Yuuji. I love you. I love you. I love - you."

His movements were suddenly beyond his control, his body completely succumbing to the grip of yours. "Fuck, baby - I -" He didn't know if he should pull out. Didn't know if he could pull out. His head was everywhere, his mouth dropping open the longer he watched you.

Your legs locked around him in heady reassurance. "Mm'mm, d - don't stop." You panted. "Cum with me."

It was a sentence he'd only ever thought he'd be lucky enough to hear you say in his dreams.

His hips stilled after one more thrust, your walls holding him tight as he began to twitch inside you. His forehead pressed against yours, his arms struggling to keep him propped up.

You exchanged the same exhausted smirk, leaning up to kiss him while he carefully pulled out of you. A blend of fluids spilling out onto the grass beneath you as he laid by your side with his forearm over his face, trying to regain his composure.

There was a calm silence that settled between you, the both of you looking up at the stars before you rolled over to reach for your shorts, letting him catch his breath while you dug something out of the back pocket.

"Here." You said, unraveling a tangled pair of headphones and handing him one.

His eyes widened with the same curiosity they had 7 years ago as he held it to his ear, your head resting on his chest while a song he knew all too well flowed through the small speakers connecting you. A smile splitting across his face as he held you closer.

"You know, I think you were right." he exhaled, running light fingertips along your arm. "Everything did have to fall apart before it got better."

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moonlightequin1 · 1 year ago

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✨ TWISTED WONDERLAND YUME/OC/SELF-SHIP FAN SURVEY 2024 RESULTS ✨

HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY, TWST JP! 🎉

In January, I made a survey to find out who is the most popular character to yume/oc/self-ship with! And there was 1,244 responses!

So I will share the results as promised! Who are the most popular characters to yume with?! Let's find out!

⚠️ THIS POLL CONTAINS CHARACTERS THAT ARE CURRENTLY LIMITED TO TWST JP!!! If you are a TWST EN player, be aware of spoilers ⚠️

RANKING:

🥇 Malleus Draconia 🐉

Malleus won 1st place with 50.6% of votes!

🥈 Idia Shroud 💀

Idia won 2nd place with 32.5% of votes!

🥉 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

Azul won 3rd place with 32.3% of votes!

4. Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Leona got 4th place with 30.5% of votes!

5. Ace Trappola ♥️

Ace got 5th place with 27.9% of votes!

6. Vil Schoenheit 👑

Vil won 6th place with 24.8% of votes!

7. Floyd Leech 🦈

Floyd got 7th place with 24.7% of votes!

8. Jade Leech 🐬

Jade got 8th place with 24.6% of votes!

9. Deuce Spade ♠️

Deuce got 9th place with 24.1% of votes!

10. Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

Lilia got 10th place with 23.7% of votes!

11. Silver ⚔️

Silver got 11th place with 23.4% of votes!

12. Rook Hunt 🏹

Rook got 12th place with 22.3% of votes!

13. Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

Riddle got 13th place with 22.2% of votes!

14. Jamil Viper 🐍

Jamil got 14th place with 19.9% of votes!

15. Rollo Flamme 🔔

Rollo got 15th place with 19.5% of votes!

16. Sebek Zigvolt ⚡

Sebek got 16th place with 18.6% of votes!

17. Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

Ruggie got 17th place with 14.4% of votes!

18. Jack Howl 🐺

Jack got 18th place with 14.3% of votes!

19. Cater Diamond & Fellow Honest ♦️&🦊

Cater and Fellow are TIED for 19th place w/13.7% of votes!

20. Kalim Al-Asim ☀️

Kalim got 20th place w/13.6% of votes!

21. Divus Crewel ⚗️

Crewel got 21th place w/13.3% of votes!

22. Trey Clover ♣️

Trey got 22nd place w/12.8% of votes!

23. Epel Felmier 🍎

Epel got 23rd place w/12.5% of votes!

24. Chen'ya 🐈

Chen'ya got 24th place w/11% of votes!

25. Dire Crowley 🐦‍⬛🎭

Crowley got 25th place w/10.6% of votes!

26. Meleanor Draconia 🖤🐉👑

Meleanor got 26th place w/8.8% of votes!

27. Grim 🐱

Grim got 27th place w/7.7% of votes!

28. Ortho Shroud & Hirasaka Yuuka 🤖&🦐

Ortho and Yuuka are TIED w/7.2% of votes!

29. Neige LeBlanche ❄️

Neige got 29th place w/7.1% of votes!

30. Sam ☠️

Sam got 30th place w/6.4% of votes!

31. Baul Zigvolt 🐊

Baul got 31st place w/5.4% of votes!

32. Dilah Spade 💙

Dilah got 32nd place w/5.1% of votes!

33. Enma Yuuken 🦞

Yuuken got 33rd place w/4.8% of votes!

34. Mozus Trein & Najma Viper 📚&🐍

Trein and Najma TIED for this spot w/4% of votes!

35. Mito Yuuta 🦐

Yuuta got 35th place w/3.4% of votes!

36. Kuroki Yuuya 🦐

Yuuya got 36th place w/3.2% of votes!

37. Knight of Dawn 🌄🗡️

Knight of Dawn got 37th place w/2.5% of votes!

38. Gidel 🐱🔨

Gidel got 38th place w/2.1% of votes!

39. Mrs. Shroud 🩷

Mama Shroud got 39th place w/1.8% of votes!

40. Ashton Vargas & Cheka 💪🫎&🧶

Vargas and Cheka tied w/1.6% of votes!

41. Mr. Shroud 💙

Papa Shroud got 41st place w/1% of votes!

42. Marja Felmier 🍏

Meemaw got 42nd place w/0.9% of votes!

43. Ambrose the 63rd 🧙‍♂️

Ambrose got 43rd place w/0.6% of votes!

44. Kifaji 🪶

Kifaji got 44th place w/0.5% of votes!

45. The Seven Dwarfs 🪄

Dominic and Gran had 3 votes, but statistics state that they got 0.2% of votes along w/Hop, Shelpy, Toby, Timmy, and Snick!

And lastly...

46. King Henric/Henry 👑

Henric got last place w/0.1% of vote(s)

*he only got one vote but I wonder who the voter was...? 👀✨*

I was planning to share all the responses to the last question but....I got over 1,244 responses! I read many of your wonderful responses about your OC/Yume/Self-ships and how you ended up doing it for your OSHIS!

This was a fun project! Thank you all so much for joining this survey!

In less than THREE months, this got over 1,244 responses and it was great! I can see that TWST EN's fanbase is HUGE on Malleus and I'm honestly amazed by how different it is to the JP side!

I'll say this once again: Happy Anniversary everyone!! And I hope you all have a fantastic day/afternoon/evening/night!! 🎉🎊

I hope we all continue twisting and having great experiences with Twisted Wonderland! If you want to see the rest of the statistics, you can see it on my Twitter!

https://twitter.com/MoonlightEquin1/status/1769566912680431788?t=Q3BvhDRYLkR3kcL8yeShug&s=19

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fan survey #twst #twst poll #twisted wonderland yume poll #twisted wonderland x reader #just ray ~ poll #just ray ~ posts

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kathlare · 3 hours ago

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I just wanted to say I adore ur writing, I’m so happy every time there’s a new chapter :)) I just wanted to ask, totally fine if not, but I was wondering if you could write a present day chapter about Amelie having a bad day with food and Lando just helping and comforting her… not to trauma dump or anything but I resonate so much w this part of Amelie’s story and would love to see it and their dynamic in a chapter 💕💕 sending love xx

Hii!! 💕 First of all, thank you so, so much for sharing this and for trusting me with a piece of Amelie’s story that is very close to your heart — it truly means the world 🥺 I’ve just posted the chapter, and I really hope it’s what you were hoping for.

I also added a little scene inspired by the launch of Lando’s Monster can (I’m so proud of him!) — it felt like a special way to balance the comfort and the joy between them. 🫶 I really, really hope you like it, and that it gives you a bit of the comfort you’re looking for. Sending you so much love!! 💗✨

one step forward, three steps back

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando share a quiet, emotional morning that evolves into a hopeful walk under the Los Angeles sun. Together, they find moments of belonging and warmth, cementing their bond as they navigate both the harder and the happier moments side by side.

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Warnings: smut

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June 22nd, 2025 - Los Angeles, CA

Lando was leaning on the kitchen island, hair still a mess from bed, scrolling through his phone when Amelie came out of the bedroom. The morning light in her Los Angeles house was soft, brushing across the wood and marble. She had pulled one of his oversized hoodies down to mid-thigh and was padding quietly towards the kitchen.

Lando smiled when he spotted her.

—Morning, Ames.—

She gave him a faint smile but didn’t reply, brushing hair out of her eyes as she crossed the room to the counter. Lando watched as she opened the fridge, stared inside for a long moment, and then slowly closed it, like the decision was too much effort.

He noticed instantly.

It wasn’t just the hesitation. It was the tension in the line of her shoulders, the way she drew in a deep breath like she had to summon the strength just to stand there.

He set down his phone and came around the counter, brushing a hand down the side of her waist.

—Hey… you okay?—

Amelie shrugged, brushing hair out of her face as she sank down onto one of the stools.

—I dunno. Just… one of those days, I guess.—

Lando didn’t move for a moment, brushing a hand down her spine, brushing the tips of her fingers as she rested them on the countertop.

—I’ve got you, alright? We can make breakfast together if you want. Whatever you feel like. Or nothing at all, if that’s what you need, okay?—

Amelie glanced up at him then, and the vulnerability in those big brown eyes twisted something deep in him.

—It’s stupid. I’m just… tired. It feels harder than it should be, you know?—

Lando pulled her closer until she was resting her forehead on his chest, brushing hair out of her face with a soft hand.

—It’s not stupid, Ames. Never stupid. You don’t have to force it if it doesn’t feel right. We can just sit here. Or I can make something tiny for you. Whatever you want, baby. Whatever feels okay.—

Amelie sighed softly, brushing her nose into the fabric of his shirt.

—Maybe… just some toast? Not too much. Just… something light.—

—Done,— Lando promised, brushing a quick kiss to the top of her head.

He pulled away long enough to grab the slices of bread and set them in the toaster, brushing a hand down her back every time he passed by. Amelie stayed quiet, tracing tiny patterns with her finger on the countertop, looking down like she felt somehow ashamed.

Lando came to stand in front of her, brushing hair out of her eyes and leaning down until she met his gaze.

—Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe. This doesn’t define you, alright? You’re fucking strong, Ames. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. You don’t owe anyone an explanation. Not even yourself.—

Amelie smiled faintly, brushing the tip of her nose against his.

—Thank you, Lan…— she whispered, voice soft and wavering.

He smiled, brushing a hand down the side of her face. —Always, Ames. Always.—

The toast popped up, and he glanced over, brushing a quick kiss to her temple before grabbing the plate. He set it down in front of her, adding a thin swipe of butter and sliding it closer. —Here. Just a bite. No pressure, okay?—

Amelie pulled the plate closer with both hands and sank a little deeper onto the stool. Lando pulled out the seat beside her and sank down too, brushing the back of her hand with the tips of his fingers.

—You don’t have to eat it all. Just… one bite. Whatever you can manage. You’re doing great, Ames. Even if it doesn’t feel like it right now, you’re doing great.—

Amelie glanced down at the toast, brushing hair out of her face and brushing the tip of her finger along the edge of the plate before tearing off a small piece and popping it into her mouth. Lando watched quietly, brushing a hand down the length of her spine as she chewed and gave a tiny nod.

—That’s it, love. Perfect.—

She gave a faint, shy smile. —Why are you always so… patient?—

Lando shrugged, brushing hair away from the side of her face and brushing his nose across her temple. —Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my favorite person, Ames. Always have been. Whatever you’re feeling, however long it lasts, I’ve got you. It’s not going to scare me away. Never has, never will.—

Amelie pressed her forehead down to rest on the curve of his shoulder, brushing her nose into the fabric of his shirt like it was some sort of safe harbor. —I don’t deserve you, Lan…—

He tilted her chin up until those big brown eyes met his, brushing a slow, soft kiss across her nose.

—Shut up with that. You deserve all the good stuff. You deserve all the soft moments and all the days you don’t have to pretend. You’re worth every second, Ames. Every second. Even the shitty ones.—

Amelie smiled then, a genuine, quiet smile as she sank closer, brushing a soft kiss to the line of his jaw.

—Thank you. For seeing me. Even like this.—

Lando pressed a long kiss to the crown of her head, brushing hair down the line of her spine. —That’s my job, darling. All the sides of you. Not just the ‘on’ version. All of it. The messy mornings, the bad days, the long nights… I’m here. Always will be.—

Amelie sank closer to him then, brushing her nose into the crook of his neck, breathing slower now, like some of the tension had started to melt away. Lando wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer until she was almost in his lap.

—Better?— he asked quietly.

Amelie nodded, brushing the barest hint of a smile against the column of his throat. —Yeah. Better. Thanks, Lan. I love you.—

He smiled, brushing a hand down her spine, brushing a kiss to the top of her messy hair. —I love you too, Ames. More than toast, more than pancakes, more than any race win… more than anything. Always will.—

Amelie pulled back just enough to look at him, brushing hair from his forehead, brushing a soft kiss across the corner of his mouth.

—You’re such a sap, you know that?—

He grinned, brushing a finger down the slope of her nose. —Yeah, but you love it.—

Amelie smiled fully then, brushing another quick kiss to his lips and leaning down until her forehead was pressed to his chest, a quiet sigh brushing from her.

In that moment, between the soft morning light and the quiet hum of Los Angeles beyond the windows, Lando knew one thing for certain: whatever came their way, however messy or hard or uncertain it felt, he and Amelie would always have this. The quiet moments. The slow moments. The moments that felt like home. Together. Always.

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speedracerz: lando posting ames like "look what i got" 🥵 → lanmelover: @speedracerz lowkey flexing his girl and we stan 👏

f1cutiesquad: ames is literally glowing??? that filter or lando magic? 🤩

speedracerz: bet lando’s gonna post like 10 more stories now, he’s obsessed and we love it 🤡 → simplando: @speedracerz who’s complaining tho? bring the content!!

lanmelsquad: this is peak couple goals ngl 🥲

f1vibes: they lowkey make LA look prettier 😍 → lanmelover: @f1vibes true, it’s the Lanmelie effect ✨

blushqueen: ames looking like she just stepped out of a dream 😍 → lanosimp: @blushqueen and lando’s heart just went boom 💥

sunsetvibes: can’t believe they’re real and not just a romcom plotline 🤧 → amelieday: @sunsetvibes facts. this is pure magic ✨

heartbreaker95: someone get them a reality show already pls 🙏 → lanosimp: @heartbreaker95 i'd binge the heck out of that tbh

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Later that afternoon, after Amelie had felt a little better and the morning sun had softened into a warm glow, she and Lando found themselves strolling hand in hand down a quiet, palm-lined street in Los Angeles. The air was mild, brushing the bare skin of Amelie’s legs, brushing a faint glow across their intertwined hands.

Amelie pressed herself closer to him as they walked, brushing her shoulder against his. —It feels… different, doesn’t it?— she said softly, brushing hair out of her eyes as she glanced up at him.

Lando tilted his head down, brushing a quick kiss to the top of her hair. —What does?—

—Us. Everything. Moving in together, making your place… our place.— She smiled faintly, brushing her nose down against the curve of his bicep. —It feels like this next chapter is going to be a big one for us.—

Lando smiled, brushing the pad of his thumb across the back of her hand as he pulled her closer. —It is. And it’s about time. I mean, it was never just ‘my’ place. You were already everywhere. Just felt like this was the right moment for it to be official, you know?—

Amelie smiled, brushing a shy glance up at him. —I can’t wait. To have all of my stuff in one place. Not bouncing between hotels and planes and airports. Just… somewhere that feels like ours. Together.—

He pressed their joined hands to his chest as they walked, brushing a soft kiss across the knuckles. —That’s all I want, Ames. You, me, and somewhere that feels like home. The summer break is going to be perfect for it. No races, no schedules… just making that space ours. Slowly, one piece at a time.—

Amelie smiled wider then, brushing hair out of her eyes as she sank closer to him. —I’m excited. Even if it's just putting up a picture or finding a spot for all the scrunchies that somehow end up in every room. Just knowing it's ours makes it feel… safe. You make it feel safe, Lan.—

Lando glanced down at her then, brushing hair out of her eyes, brushing a soft kiss across her temple. —That’s because it is safe, Ames. Whatever we build there, it’s going to be ours. Our space. Our rules. Our routine. Even if that routine is ‘wake up late, cuddle too long, forget about unpacking the moving boxes for another day.’—

Amelie giggled quietly, brushing her nose down into the fabric of his shirt. —That does sound like us.—

Lando grinned, brushing a hand down the length of her spine. —Exactly. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Doesn’t have to be a show home. It just has to be ours. And that’s more than enough for me.—

Amelie stopped walking for a moment, brushing herself closer until she was resting her hands against the warm fabric of his shirt, brushing a slow, soft kiss across the corner of his mouth. —That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Lan. Just somewhere we can be ourselves. Together. No noise. No pressure. Just… this. You. Me. Our space. Our world.—

Lando sank closer, brushing a long, languid kiss across her nose before brushing their foreheads together. —Then that’s what we’ll have, Ames. This summer. All summer. Forever. Whatever it takes to make this chapter the best one yet, okay?—

Amelie smiled, brushing a slow, shy kiss across his mouth, brushing the words like a quiet vow. —Okay, Lan. Forever sounds pretty perfect to me.—

He pulled her closer, brushing hair down the side of her face, brushing a long, slow kiss to the top of her head as they started walking again, hand in hand, towards the future. A future that felt brighter, warmer, and more like home than anything before.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet hum of the city and the warmth of each other, it felt like more than a house or an apartment. It felt like belonging. Together. Always.

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monacomami: lando in la? ames in la? THEY ARE SO ATTACHED I LOVE IT → wagzzzz: @monacomami can’t spell “la” without “lanmelie” 😩

papayajamz: him looking down at her like she invented air 👁👄👁 → paddockprincess: @papayajamz ‘you’re so tiny, must protect’ energy

f1tealeaker: THEY’RE SO CASUAL BUT SO CUTE?? I NEED THIS LEVEL LOVE → wagwannabe: @f1tealeaker no fr, they’re just living life and making us delulu 😭

lanmelieislife: lando in la means ames in la too… THEY’RE GLUED TOGETHER FR 😩♥️ → papayaforeva: @lanmelieislife he said “you’re not escaping me” and i respect that

f1gossipluvrr: why does he walk like he’s protecting national treasure?? → landosbabie: @f1gossipluvrr bc she IS the national treasure

monacokids: these two invented la walks idc idc → papayadrip: @monacokids lanmelie canon event right here

f1trashaccount: no one: lando when amelie is in the same city: 👀👀👀👀👀 → papayashipz: @f1trashaccount man goes full ‘she mine, thanks’ every time

lanmelie4ever: THEY JUST WALKIN AROUND LA BUT MY HEART RACING LIKE IT’S THE LAST LAP 😭 → mclarenbabes: @lanmelie4ever SCREAMING. THEY BREATHE TOGETHER AND WE NEED CPR.

f1gossipgod: the way she looks like summer and he looks like a man down bad for summer 😂 → lanmelie2cute: @f1gossipgod he’s down bad for HER every season!!

lanmelie4lyf: she doesn’t walk… she glows 😩 → papayafan99: @lanmelie4lyf that’s why he walks like a bodyguard 😂

f1trashfan: THEY BOTH GIVE ME MAIN CHARACTER SYNDROME FR

papayacrush: if lando doesn’t put a ring on it soon i’ll sue → speedstarlando: @papayacrush and if he doesn’t, I’M applying for the job!! 😤

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After their walk, as the afternoon sun started melting towards the horizon, Amelie and Lando spotted a tiny corner shop down the street. Ash, Lando’s photographer and videographer, was strolling a few steps behind, camera hanging from one shoulder and a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

They’d all been talking about the special Monster Energy can Lando was releasing – the one with the bold design inspired by his helmet.

—Should we…?— Amelie glanced towards the shop, brushing hair out of her eyes.

Lando gave her a crooked grin. —Why not? Let’s see if it’s out yet.—

The three of them pushed open the door to the tiny shop, the faint jingle of the bell above making the clerk glance up briefly before going back to a newspaper. The shop was cramped and cozy, lined with shelves of drinks and snacks. They wandered towards the fridge, and then Amelie spotted it first.

—Lan…— she breathed, brushing a hand down the side of his shirt as she pointed.

Lando followed her finger, and then it hit him — a row of cans lined up, unmistakable with their neon-yellow design and bold black splashes. The lettering across the top was crisp and sharp: Lando Norris.

For a second, he just froze, brushing a hand down the glass. And then Amelie squeaked — an actual squeak — and started bouncing in place, brushing herself closer until she was pressed right up against him.

Lando’s mouth fell open, brushing a hand down the glass like he was making sure it was real, and Amelie was already grinning from ear to ear.

—Oh my god, Lando! It’s here! It’s you!— she bubbled, brushing herself closer until she was pressed right up against him, bouncing like an excited kid.

Lando glanced down at her, and suddenly he was grinning too — that shy, boyish, almost disbelieving smile that came out when he was genuinely overwhelmed.

—That’s… my helmet design. My name. Right here,— he breathed, brushing a hand across the row of cans like he half expected it to disappear.

Amelie giggled, brushing herself closer, brushing both hands down Lando’s arm like she was trying to ground him. —Babe, this is huge! Do you realize how cool this is?! Not only are you on a can, but it’s your design. That’s… that’s you, Lan! All over the place!—

Lando smiled down at her, brushing hair out of her eyes, brushing the tip of his nose down the side of her temple. —And you’re just as excited as I am, huh?—

Amelie pulled back just enough to beam up at him, brushing herself closer until she was resting both hands on his chest. —Are you kidding?! This is one of those moments we’ll tell people about for years. “Remember when we walked into that tiny shop and found your special can for the first time?”—

She pressed herself closer and rose up on tiptoe, brushing a quick, soft kiss across the tip of his nose. —I’m so proud of you, Lan. So, so proud. You deserve this. You deserve all of this.—

Lando smiled, brushing hair out of her eyes like she was the only person in the room. —Means more when you’re here, Ames. Always has. Always will.—

He pulled the door to the cooler open and started grabbing a couple of cans, brushing a hand down Amelie’s spine as she bounced beside him, brushing hair out of her eyes every few seconds like she still couldn’t quite comprehend it.

—Ash, make sure you get this for the archive, alright? Ames jumping like she just found treasure, me trying to be cool and failing miserably… this is gonna make a killer montage later,— Lando said, brushing a wink towards the camera.

Amelie gave a shy laugh, brushing herself closer as Lando pulled one can out and pressed it into her hand like it was made for her. —Here. First can goes to you, Ames. You’re the reason all this feels like it means something, anyway.—

Amelie looked down at the can, brushing her thumb across the bold black and neon design, brushing hair out of her eyes as she smiled shyly. —Well… in that case, I’ll be keeping this one forever. Might even frame it when we move in. “The first Lando can,” right in the living room for everyone to see.—

Lando grinned, brushing a hand down the line of her jaw. —Better be in a spot where I can tease you about it every morning. Might as well be a centerpiece. You deserve to have a piece of this win too, Ames. You’re my biggest fan. Always have been.—

Amelie sank closer then, brushing herself into his chest, brushing a long, slow kiss across the corner of his mouth as Ash snapped another photo. In that tiny shop, surrounded by drinks and snacks and a camera capturing every moment, it felt like one of those quiet victories that meant more than any trophy.

Because it wasn’t about a can. It was about belonging. Together. Always. In every moment that felt like the best one yet.

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f1tears: not him looking like a kid on christmas morning for some monster cans 💀

vroomvroom: ams really said “here have all the monsters” and he acted like she gave him the moon 😂 → landosfluff: @vroomvroom he’s obsessed and we’re obsessed with him being obsessed

lanmeliezz: LANDO we get it!! she’s the best thing in ur life!! we can tell!! → chaoticwags: @lanmeliezz he’s down so bad it’s almost painful 😭

papayagurlie: why is he holding those cans like newborns i’m crying

landosgf: this man acting like it's the first can he's ever held 😭 → papayakisses: @landosgf it's LAUNCH DAY!! let him be a proud monster daddy!!

f1gossiper: lando looking like he just unlocked the secret boss level of life → papayagirliee: @f1gossiper “you can have wins, but can you have personalized monster cans?” - Lando Norris, 2025

papayastans: LANDO holding those cans like it’s a baby reveal 😭 ITS LAUNCH DAY LETS GOO!!

quadrantgirlie: bro is grinning like he won the WDC but it’s just Monster cans 😭 → f1frenzzy: @quadrantgirlie when ur girl supports ur launch like it’s the biggest thing in the world 🥺

ln4babes: LANDO’s “i have a launch today” smile is the CUTEST THING 😩

f1memesdaily: that smile is NOT about the cans, that’s about Amelie telling him she’s proud 😭 → papayaxlove: @f1memesdaily EXACTLY!! she’s got him wrapped around her finger and we LOVE IT 🥺

papayafan21: LANDO acting like a proud dad with those cans 😭 it’s launch day and he’s GLOWING!! → landopodiumpls: @papayafan21 he's like “these are my children” fr

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in honour of bens bday u should do a fic where he gets a special bday present iykyk!?!😉😉

TLDR: You surprise Ben on his bday with his fave present ever (you)! DW for my soft girls, I'll be posting a SFW alphabet after this

Word count + info: 3.5k! Lwky way longer than smut I'd normally write, but it's for a special occassion (I had this up my sleeve for some time). Dialogue (sex talk,.).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW - Minors DNI!! Sweet loving unprotected sex, hickeys, oral sex ... erm yeah!

Azzie Notes ✚: I wasn't gonna let u guys go hungry on a day like today! I also wasn't about to proofread and post a NSFW fic in public lmao, so sorry for the wait!! Also, ANON!!! they say great minds think alike, I was gonna surprise u guys for today w this since we're all so desperate rn, anyways, happy birthday to us!! (im so sad he didnt win today, I hope hes ok tho. I also he posts for his bday so I have new pics to drool over)

P.S this cake in the middle made me YELP laughing, I had to include it. I love Ben's barely visible moustache too, pls am i feral or... 🤭🤭 SEND REQUESTS!!

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Shanghai - B.T.S.

You had been planning this for weeks, months actually, sacrificing your time, saving up, and ensuring every detail was perfect for Ben’s 22nd birthday. It wasn’t just another day; it was his day, and you would make sure it was unforgettable.

Of course, he didn't take a break, not even on his birthday. So naturally, you found yourself flying into Shanghai the afternoon before his birthday. You packed last minute but you knew exactly what to do when you got there. His dad, Bryan, and his personal trainer had been in on the whole surprise from the get-go, helping ensure everything would go smoothly. They were kind enough to organise and send you a spare key to Ben's apartment so you could set up his surprise while he spent the early hours preparing and playing on the courts. Ben was already deep into his routine for the Rolex Masters, completely oblivious to your plan. They had arranged for you to sneak into Ben’s apartment while he was out, leaving you the whole morning to prepare for his surprise.

The morning of his birthday, after Ben left for training and his match, you got to work. You had one mission: make everything perfect before he returned. With the help of the chef and a few decorators, who arrived early to set up while you were out, the apartment was being transformed into a celebration space. They handled the food, decorations, and clean up so you could focus on the rest of the surprise.

You went straight from the apartment to the bustling streets of Shanghai, making sure to get everything in one sweep. First, you found a shop that sold the most beautiful silver chain, sleek, simple, and elegant. The links were subtly engraved with the coordinates of the place of your first date. It was a personal, thoughtful gift, something he could wear daily without it being too flashy.

Next, you picked up the balloons, large, metallic letters that spelt out “Happy 22nd Birthday Ben!,” as well as gorgeous bouquets of red roses and white lilies, his favourites, he loved how they smelt. As you walked through the shops, your heart raced. You smiled, imagining his reaction when he saw the apartment transformed, he didn't even know you were here.

Your final stop was a chic lingerie boutique. You browsed through delicate fabrics before choosing a stunning set of black lace lingerie, seductive and understated, the perfect surprise for later that evening. With everything in hand, you rushed back to the apartment, anticipation buzzing in your veins.

Once the chef and decorators finished setting up and left, you had the apartment to yourself. The balloons were floating in the living room, the roses perfectly arranged in tall vases strewn around. The air was filled with the scent of candles and the delicious meal waiting to be heated up later, roasted duck breast, truffle mashed potatoes, and a rich red wine reduction. The cake sat in the fridge, waiting for its moment to shine with the cheeky message iced on top: “Happy Birthday! I love you for you, but that D is an amazing bonus too”. You checked on it and giggled to yourself before you headed to get ready.

You took your time getting ready. First, you showered and did your hair in soft waves that tumbled down your back. Your makeup was flawless, subtle with a bold touch of a deep vampy lipstick. You slipped into the black lace lingerie, feeling a rush of excitement as the delicate fabric hugged your skin. You took your time admiring it on you, knowing it would only get seconds of appreciation before it's torn off. Over it, you put on the gown you had chosen for the evening, a long, sheen golden dress that was tied at the neck and shimmered as it draped down to your ankles. It was backless, elegant yet sensual, teasing the bra wire at the back and you couldn’t wait for Ben to see it.

With everything in place, you received the text from Bryan:

Ben’s on his way back. He’ll be there soon.

It was time.

You lit the candles around the apartment, their warm glow casting a flickering, romantic light across the room. Then you dimmed the overhead lights, giving the space an intimate ambience. You hopped up onto the kitchen island, tucking your feet under you, the golden dress pooled as you propped yourself up with the cake on your lap, carefully placing and lighting candles. The scent of flowers and the flicker of candlelight filled the air as you waited, your heart beating faster with every passing minute.

Ben’s footsteps grew louder as he approached the door, but your heartbeat drowned them out. You took a deep breath, adjusting your posture on the counter, the lit candles casting a soft glow over your golden gown. The cake on your lap, with its cheeky message, waited for his reaction.

The door clicked open, and Ben stepped inside, in his shorts and t-shirt, looking completely unprepared for what greeted him. His eyes scanned the room in a quick sweep, first the balloons and decorations all over, then the flowers, the candles, before landing on you. His jaw dropped, eyes wide in surprise as his bag fell to the floor with a thud.

“Happy Birthday!” you said, hopping off the counter and sauntering towards him, the cake held out for him to blow out the candles. The flickering flames illuminated his expression, pure, genuine shock.

“Holy-" he began, running a hand through his tousled hair. "You're here? In Shanghai?”

You grinned, holding up the cake just beneath his chin. “Surprise, baby.”

He walked over to you in slow strides, shock written all over, converting into a big smile. Ben holds your face, kissing your forehead tenderly before he glances from you to the cake, his smile growing. Then he read the message, written in smooth icing: Happy Birthday! I love you for you, but that D is an amazing bonus too.

Ben chuckled, shaking his head, his voice rich with amusement. “Of course you would write that.”

You winked. “Come on, make a wish, birthday boy. The candles are melting”.

He blew out the candles, his eyes never leaving yours, his intensity heightened by the dim lighting. The last flicker of the candles faded, leaving the two of you in a soft, romantic glow.

You set the cake on the island and looked up at him expectantly with a cheeky smile. “So? What did you wish for?”

Ben tilted his head, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment. “I’m not supposed to tell you, right?” His voice dropped lower as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “But if I’m honest, I already got my wish”.

Your cheeks flushed at the warmth in his voice as he planted a kiss on your ear to your cheek, and you laughed, brushing him off playfully. “Smooth, Shelton. Real smooth.”

You beckoned him to take a seat at the dinner table while you plated up dinner. Ben’s gaze followed you as you turned to grab the plates, his eyes catching the thin strap of your lacy bra that peeked out from the backless gown. “Wait a second,” he said, voice thick with admiration. “What are you hidin' under here?".

You smirked over your shoulder, sliding the plated food onto the table. “No spoilers! That's for later”

Ben bit his lip, shaking his head, but the playful gleam in his eye was undeniable.

Dinner was simple yet elegant, spent in perfect company and admiration. The conversation flowed as it always did, full of laughter and warmth. You listened as he recounted stories from his time in Shanghai, but you couldn’t ignore how his gaze kept drifting toward you, especially as he roamed over your face and down to the golden gown.

After the final bites of dinner, it was time for his gifts. You handed him a small box first, an elegant silver chain that he unwrapped carefully, his brow furrowing in curiosity. His fingers brushed over the subtle engraving on the links.

“These are coordinates,” he murmured, more to himself.

You nodded. “To where we had our first date.”

Ben’s expression softened immediately, his hand closing around the chain. “Oh, baby...” His voice was quiet, full of emotion as he thumbed over the engraving. He pulled it on, the silver glinting softly in the candlelight as it rested against his neck. “This is perfect. I love it.”

You smiled, watching him admire it before you handed him a few more small gifts, personal things you knew he’d love, tokens of your relationship like a small scrapbook of things you love about him with printed photos, some gifts from his friends back home, a Lego set. He found himself smiling, chuckling and soft with each gift. As the gifts came to a close, you stood up and made your way in front of Ben.

With a mischievous grin, you leaned closer, voice teasing. “But the best present is still to come.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as you knelt, turned around and swept your hair to the side, revealing the small tie at the nape of your neck that held your golden gown in place. “Want to unwrap your final present?”

His hands were on you in an instant, fingers brushing against your skin as he slowly undid the delicate knot. The gown loosened, slipping easily down your body, the soft fabric cascading to the floor in a golden pool around your feet.

Ben’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of you standing there in front of him in nothing but the black lace lingerie that had played in his mind all night. The candlelight only made you look all the more beautiful, feeling like he was entranced. His gaze travelled over your body, and his voice dropped to a rough whisper. “Jesus, baby…”

His hands gently grazed your bare skin as his eyes roamed over every inch of you. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you picked this out.”

“I know what my boyfriend likes,” you teased, holding his hands and bringing him to his feet. He stood close, his hands roaming the small of your back, your shoulders, your hips - anywhere he could feel your skin. Your height difference is now apparent as you look up at him through your lashes.“I’ve got his taste figured out by now.”

Ben grinned, his gaze darkening as his hand slid up to cradle your jaw. “You definitely do,” he whispered before pulling you into a kiss, deep, slow, and intoxicating. His lips were warm and soft against yours, the heat between you both intensifying with each passing second. The kiss deepened, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer as though he couldn't get enough of you.

You broke the kiss, breathless, your heart pounding as you looked up at him. “Come with me, just one more surprise,” you said softly, taking his hand and leading him toward the bedroom.

As you approached, the door swung open, revealing a scene that took Ben by surprise once again. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candles scattered across various surfaces, their flickering light casting soft shadows on the walls. Rose petals were strewn artfully over the bed, a trail of them leading from the door to where the plush bedding awaited. It was romantic, thoughtful, and completely personal, elevating the moment beyond any cliché.

Ben stood in the doorway for a moment, his hand still in yours, his gaze sweeping over the room. His breath caught, and he gave a quiet, amazed laugh. “I've never been so spoiled before, Y/N.”

You turned to him, your smile soft, the warmth of the moment settling around you both. “Only the best for you. Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much”.

He didn’t waste another second. In one smooth motion, Ben hauled you up into his arms, his lips capturing yours again in a kiss that felt even more intense than the last. There was something deeper in it now, filled with gratitude and love, not just desire. His hands roamed your body, appreciating every inch, as he brought you towards the bed. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let him take the reign of the kiss, letting him enjoy feeling you up after so long. The feel of his lips, the way his fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you like he couldn’t believe you were there, it made the whole night feel perfect. He tugged off his shorts and broke the kiss to take off his t-shirt.

He paused, holding your face as he looked down at you before he began to speak, chains dangling in your face, his voice husky against your skin. “You’ve made this the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you.”.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled softly, holding his face and rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “And the night’s only just started. Let me take care of you tonight”. You winked as you gently pushed his shoulder down, putting you on top and letting him feel nothing but pure pleasure and love tonight. You straddled him as you undid your bra, tossing it to the side.

His breath hitched again, eyes trailing over you in admiration.

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion and desire. His hands ran up your sides in a feathering feeling, before cupping your breasts, palming and tweaking your nipples.

"And you're amazing. I love you, Ben. I'm all yours" you purred as you swept your hair over to one side, placing your palms on his broad chest, lowering yourself down as you planted kisses along his jaw.

Your words made him exhale deeply, giving you just the motivation you needed. You made sure you were going to kiss every inch of Ben tonight, show him just how much you loved and adored him. You sucked on the soft spots you knew well by now, places that made him whimper and groan with pleasure, your favourite symphony. You nipped at his Adam's apple while he fondled your breasts, pinching, rolling and tugging at your nipples. The feeling made you moan against his throat, both of you enthralled in bliss. You trailed your mouth and tongue down kissing and suckling his shoulders and chest, leaving a trail of hickeys all over. You could hear the soft gasps escape his mouth as he held your body tight.

"Ben? Baby, keep your eyes on me, m'kay?" You purred as you made your way to his stomach, about to kiss down to his happy trail.

His eyes flitted open as he propped himself up to keep his eyes on you, never once breaking eye contact. You trailed down, right by his waistband as you danced around, teasing him. You could feel his hard length, desperate to be free, you could see the desperation in his eyes, his mouth agape, brows furrowed, and you could see your work marked all over him, leaving purple stains tainting his skin.

"Y/N...please" he whispered, his voice croaking.

You smiled, holding back a small laugh as you bit his waistband, dragging it down with your teeth as he lifted himself a bit to help you slide them off. You lowered yourself to the edge of the bed, on your knees, never once breaking eye contact.

Ben's erection sprang free, already hard and eager for your touch. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of desire course through you.

"Tell me what you want, birthday boy," you hummed, your breath hot against his skin as you placed your head on his thigh.

Ben's eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at you. "Your mouth," he groaned. "Please, baby".

Maintaining eye contact, you slowly kissed the tip, before licking a long stripe from base to tip. Ben let out a low groan, his hands fisting in the sheets. You swirled your tongue around the head before taking his head into your mouth.

Ben's eyes fluttered closed before snapping open again, remembering your request to keep watching. You began to bob your head, taking another inch with each pass. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, stroking what you couldn't fit.

"Fuck, baby," Ben panted, one hand moving to tangle in your hair, putting it up into a ponytail. "That feels so good."

You hummed in response, the vibrations making him buck against you. You did your very best to try to take as much of his girthy cock as possible, your eyes watering a bit as you did so. You felt so seductive at this moment, the wetness growing in your lacy thong as you worked your boyfriend as if he paid for this.

As you continued your ministrations, alternating between long, slow licks and deep, rhythmic sucking, Ben's breathing became more ragged. His grip tightened in your hair as he guided you up and down his length as he fought to keep his hips still. You could feel Ben getting close, his cock twitching in your mouth.

"Y/N," he groaned, tugging gently at your hair. "I'm gonna-"

You pulled off with a soft pop, looking up at him through your lashes. "Not yet, baby. I want you inside me".

Ben groaned in frustration, but his eyes were dark with anticipation as you crawled back up his body. You straddled his hips, the lace of your panties brushing against his sensitive skin. His hands roamed your body, caressing every curve and dip before finding your waist. When he reached the waistband of your lace panties, he pushed it to the side, placing his thumb on your clit, and applying pressure. You had worked yourself soaking wet during the whole evening, your arousal was apparent.

You gently hovered and aligned him up to your core, before gently taking him in. You slowly sank onto Ben's length, savouring the delicious stretch as he filled you completely.

You both let out a simultaneous moan of pleasure as you bottomed out, your hands braced on his chest for support. The feeling of him stretching and filling you was amazing, it never failed to make your eyes roll and you took a moment to adjust, savouring the sensation.

Ben's fingers dug into your hips, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

"God, you feel amazing," he breathed, voice husky with desire.

You began to move, rolling your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Ben met your movements, thrusting up into you with perfect synchronicity. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, skin slapping, soft moans, low groans, and whispered endearments.

As the pace quickened, Ben sat up, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you closer, deeper if even possible. His other hand tangled in your hair, guiding you into a deep, passionate kiss. You could feel the cool metal of his chains hitting against your breasts with every thrust and roll. His touch on your skin was reverent as if he couldn't believe you were real.

You whispered sweet “i-love-yous” and precious words of endearment, as you felt yourself coming close. He pressed his lips to your forehead, before pressing his forehead against yours, both of you heaving and moaning.

You could feel the tension building, the heat coiling low in your belly as you rode Ben with increasing urgency. Ben's hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine as you rode him, your hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had you both panting. His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck as he buried his face there, peppering kisses and gentle bites along your sensitive skin.

"You’re so beautiful, Y/N, so perfect." Ben groaned, his voice strained. "I'm close, baby. So close."

You nodded, moaning, unable to form words as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your release. "Me too," you managed to gasp. "Together".

You could feel the familiar tension building within you, your movements becoming more urgent. Ben's hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with practised ease.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his breath hot against your ear. "Let go for me".

The added stimulation was all it took to push you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending as you came, followed by Ben, who groaned, his face contorted as he felt himself fill you up. You cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you, your body trembling in his arms. Ben held you close, guiding you through your orgasm with gentle thrusts and whispered praise. You both stayed like that for some time before you climbed off him and collapsed on the bed.

“I hope you got everything you wanted, birthday boy” you gasped, catching your breath. Your legs still shook a bit and your body trembled as you lay there, looking up at your smiling boyfriend.

“You have no idea, I can’t wait to spend every birthday like this with you” he smiled, leaning down to peck kisses over your shoulder and neck.

"We'll celebrate like this every year, Ben. Happy birthday, my love" you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips. With that, you both lay in each other’s arms whispering sweet adorations, happy to spend the next while by each other’s side.

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The Identity of W & Their Role in the

WHRP [Welcome Home Restoration

Project]

[Im yapping about this on the assumption that my theories aren't outright confirmed. For whatever reason I feel like this is half-proven? That might just be because I hear people refer to them as an 'employee']

[If you see me using the same images as my AFPE vs WHRP theory, that's because they were originally going to be one post and then I hit like 800 words and split them <3]

W's Identity

Preface:

I want to clarify that I don't have any concept of a name or appearance for W, as their identity.

I assume their sign off is W to coincide with Wally or Welcome Home, thematically. I say that with the meta assumption that they dont want other people on the WHRP to find AFPE and immediately know its them.

[Im so ready for this to be another William in a Mascot Horror Series]

Im simply theorizing about their wider role in the project.

Theory:

The idea that W is the one receiving these packages out of everyone that could signals to me that they're someone important or influential in the WHRP.

Its for this reason that I entirely disagree that they are the Question Answerer.

[Im not sure if this is a popular theory within the fandom but I do know that Game Theory covered it and mentioned this as one of their theories, which is what inspired me to look into it further.]

The Question Answerer hasn't been with the program since the beginning, and was only introduced shortly before the Playfellow Exhibition. The last time they are mentioned in the News page is July 22nd, 2023

The Question Answerer was first introduced on February 25th, 2023, in the newsletter, stating: "someone has reached out to us to offer the opportunity to showcase our findings publicly for the world to see in an in-person exhibition! They are regarded as the Question-Answerer, a professional exhibitor and museum curator who believes in our happy home just as much as we do!"

My theory is that W is the founder of the WHRP. They would, assumptively, have been the person to spark interest in the restoration of the show, and have, on several occasions, implied ownership of the site.

[They were the first, they have seen everything/ref]

Such as these quotes from the Away From Prying Eyes Website:

Joy!

"just like in the advertisements on my central page"

Im taking the 'central page' to refer to the official WHRP website as a whole, context considered, that's the only place we see the Joy Advertisement.

Guestbook

"Whatever is present on these pages is not even worth thinking about beyond a nobody breaking into my account"

At most, this comment implies they own/created the site that the WHRP is being hosted on, have administrative permissions beyond the volunteers/other members that have access to the site.

At least, they are a developer on the site, that is in close ranking to the owner of the WHRP, at least close enough to have created/continue to update & moderate the site for them.

"At best it’s someone playing stupid games with my hard work, at worse it is whoever keeps sending me information and materials. Who else would leave messages so early, before so many eyes were on me."

[Very similar points to that above.] The implication of ownership of work, if not the website itself.

[You could take the idea that the 'eyes' is in reference to the many eyes on the site before the Spring Update, in the background and occasionally scribbled around, but that doesn't make as much sense in the context of the full sentence.]

As well as, if you're *just* a developer on the WHRP that's there to work on the site, you're not going to be the sole person receiving this information from the 'Anon Donator'.

The March News Update

"I assumed it was still December. I'm not sure how this could have happened."

I do find it weird that they take the blame for the error, and then try to immediately pivot to it being someone else's fault.

"The individual who posted this must not have been paying proper attention."

I can see this line being used to pivot to the idea that the person writing this is not W, but, im going to quote myself from another post very quickly.

"W is an unreliable narrator. Whether due to obsession, sickness, influence from an outside party, etc., W is completely consumed by Welcome Home and the restoration of the media. They have, by hiding the Joy! pop from the WHRP, established themselves as a possible wrench in the future development of the WHRP & its website, should they continue to put their own wants above the needs of the very project they started." - Me <3

Yes, the March post happens prior to the Joy! being found, but the Joy! bottle highlights that lying is a trait in W's behavior, and that the Joy! bottle being a clear contradiction just means its the first time we've been able to see a lie from them this clearly.

I say this to say that they're lying about someone else doing it. It's them :) W writes all of the news posts for the WHRP website as the owner of the Project, and we're going to continue to see them lying about their transgressions so that everyone else will still assume they aren't doing as bad as they are.

Conclusion & Summary:

So yes, I believe that the W running the Away From Prying Eyes website is the founder and Owner of the WHRP.

I have a separate post discussing the separation between the WHRP & AFPE, and my thoughts on how W's role in the project will change it in the future, if you're interested in that, since it relates.

#home-cooked columns #welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home theories #welcome home theory #welcome home restoration project #away from prying eyes

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