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burymeinblack2022 · 1 year
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YOU SURRENDER YOUR HEART, I SURRENDER EVERY DREAM
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lqveharrington · 1 year
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Sleepy | A.P.
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Summary: Gorgons, having a head full of snakes, turn out to be extremely tired and clingy during cold seasons.
A/N: we need more fics of my fav gorgon, and if we don’t have any, i take matters into my own hands :)
Warnings: (not proof read) Use of Y/N L/N, use of she/her, cursing, ajax being soft and adorable, mainly fluffy fluff, reader is a witch, xavier and wednesday are dating, lmk if i missed any !!
Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader
Word Count: 2k+
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Every winter, snakes brumate over the winter. They stop eating as the temperature drops, their metabolism slows down, and they look for an underground place to hide from surface temperature changes. Which seems perfectly normal for a snake to do once the season changes.
But when your boyfriend and a fourth of Nevermore’s population happen to have a head full of snakes for hair, it becomes more complicated.
During winter, Nevermore’s community of gorgons get drained easily or just exhausted in general from their genetics, so they had an exception for sleeping in class and their lack of being active.
But what you noticed with Ajax was that he was more clingy to you than usual. He would find any possible way to be close to you. You were eating with your friends? He would take the seat next to you and wrap his arm around you, head buried in your neck. When you took notes, he’d have his hand in yours, head resting on your shoulder. In Jericho despite the weather being absolutely freezing? He would stay by your side and order a hot chocolate from the Weathervane for you both to share.
You let him do what he wanted amid winter, never minding the extra close proximity. You quite liked his clinginess.
“Jax?” You murmur, his head resting on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“M’just tired, don’t worry.�� He gave a soft response, not wanting to bother your conversation with Enid.
“Are you sure? We can go back to your dorm if you’d like.” Your brow creased as you rub circles into his hand that held yours. “I can just tell Enid, she’ll understand.”
He let out a small sigh, “I… You’re having fun with them, I don’t want to—“
“Babe, you’re gonna pass out sooner or later, and I would rather have you pass out in your bed than in a lounging area.” You interrupt the gorgon, catching his eyes full of love and exhaustion. “And you are not leaving on your own.”
For a few seconds, Ajax just stared at you, wondering how fucking lucky it was that you wanted to date him of all people. And in those few seconds, you had just finished explaining to Enid why you had to go, giving her a small smile.
“Let’s go,” You nudged his arm, snapping him out of his thoughts. “The comfort of your bed awaits!”
The trek to his dorm wasn’t as bad compared to when he had to sneak into your dorm. Polonius Hall was rarely checked upon by the hall master who was instructed to ensure the strict rules were being taken seriously. You did have trouble pulling him up the stairs from the common room to his room, the more tired he was, the more it seemed he was intoxicated. Which he wasn’t.
Finally getting to his room, you took the keys from his pocket, and— You forgot which was the right key.
You poke his cheek, earning a hum. “Which is the key?”
“The one with the snakes.” He mumbled, pointing in no particular direction.
Silently thanking him for decorating all his keys with different designs, you unlock his door, quickly taking him to his bed.
“Wait, aren’t you a witch? You couldn’t use your witchy powers to open my door?” Ajax sat slouched on the bed, pretending to use his hands to make the door move.
“I didn’t want to— That’s not the point right now, go get changed.” You try using an authoritative voice, but only hear a whine and a tired chuckle come from your beloved’s mouth. “What?”
“Nothing, you’re just cute.” He stood sluggishly and kissed your nose before heading to his closet. “η όμορφη κοπέλα μου είναι τόσο αξιολάτρευτη.” He said in a sing-song voice, his words confusing you.
“Babe, you know I don’t understand Greek.” You pout jokingly, leaning against his dresser. “What’d you say?”
He tapped his cheek first. You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a small peck. “Happy?”
“Of course.” Ajax grinned lazily and started to hum, completely ignoring your previous question.
“Jax.”
“Mhm?”
“You were— What the fuck?” You take your phone out of your back pocket, Enid’s name dragging across the screen. “Hello?”
“Hi! I know you’re like, very busy right now and you just left, but this is kinda an emergency and we need you. Like, now.” She spoke fast and it sounded like she was pacing.
“Uhm, alright, I’ll be there in a few.” You quickly ended the call and met the eyes of a curious gorgon. “Enid has an emergency—“
“It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” He reassured you, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Need to take a shower anyway.”
“You’re lucky I removed that mirror from your bathroom, A.” You cup his jaw, bringing him down so you could pepper his face with kisses. “It’ll be quick, then I’ll come back here.”
Separating from Ajax, you flash a small smile toward the tired male and then turn to leave, not before he wrapped his hand around your wrist, making you look back at him.
“I love you.”
Your smile gets slightly wider, “I love you too, Jax.”
Quickly parting from him, you speed walk to where Enid was, trying to figure out along the way what could have been the emergency.
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“Oh my gosh, thank god you’re here!” Enid rushed over and grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the situation. “Look.”
“It’s a hat.”
“No, not that!” She turned your head toward Wednesday. “That.”
You blink once. Twice. “Wednesday, are you okay?”
“I’m absolutely splendid.” Her mouth twitched a bit.
“But you’re…”
“Smiling!” Enid shoved a mirror in front of her face, peeking behind. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
You glance at the girl’s phone, watching as Xavier’s contact pops up. “Did you go on a date with Thorpe, Wednesday?”
“No.” She spun around and shoved her phone inside a drawer, silently cursing her own stupidity. “Why would I ever willingly hang out with that—“
“She’s blushing! You’re blushing!” Enid jumped up and down, squealing at the usually pale Addams. “Wednesday has a boyfriend!”
“I do not!” She cleared her throat, pulling the monotone face again. “I don’t have a particular interest in this conversation you brought me in.”
“You like Xavier, there’s no denying it.” Enid happily says, clapping her hands together. “My blog must know!”
“Don’t, E.” You wring your hands. “You don’t want another Ajax and Y/N situation.”
She froze, “Right, sorry about that. Uh, I promise not to speak about it until you let me.”
“Good. Or I’d have you six feet under.” Wednesday almost grinned. “Now why aren’t you with your boyfriend?”
“Because Enid said this was an emergency.”
The werewolf threw a small glare toward you, “I mean, it kinda was? She was smiling so hard! It should be concerning!”
“Yeah yeah, I’m happy for you Wednesday. I hope he treats you right.” You give her a minute smile. “If not, Enid will full-on wolf out on the school’s resident tortured artist.”
“Yep.” Enid flashed a toothy smile. “I can terrify the shit out of him.”
“With your colorful nails? Of course.” The pigtailed girl sarcastically remarked.
You let out a small laugh, trying to avoid the pillow being thrown at you. “Enid!”
“What?” She threw another one at you, soon laughing along. “You’re laughing at my nails!”
“I’m not!” You defend yourself, deflecting the pillow with a flick of your wrist, red encasing the soft cushion.
“You so were! And that’s cheating!”
“How?” You throw the pillow back.
“You’re using your powers!”
Wednesday shook her head at the two of you, “Y/N.”
“Yeah?” You turn to her, but not before Enid threw one last pillow at your face, causing you to glare at the blonde.
“So you came here because smiling was an emergency?” She had an eyebrow raised, arms crossed. “I’m sure Ajax has been missing you since you left him alone approximately eighteen minutes and fifty-six seconds ago.”
“It hasn’t been over five minutes.” Your eyes flicker up to the clock on Enid’s side table, seeing it had indeed almost been twenty whole minutes.
“Your journey to Enid and I’s dorm from the boy’s dormitory takes way longer than you think it does, even with your speed walking.”
“How did you—? You know what? I probably won’t get a straight answer.” You check the clock again, biting the inside of your cheek. Taking your phone out, you check your messages, seeing that Ajax has indeed texted you. “Shit, uh, I have to go.” You awkwardly point to the door with your thumb, looking between the both of the girls.
“Okey-Dokey, it’s no biggie.” Enid grinned at you, her roommate rolling her eyes at the words she chose. “We all know how Ajax is during this season. Very clingy.”
You flash her a grateful smile, giving her a quick hug and Wednesday a nod. Leaving Ophelia hall, you take a sharp right, bumping into your hall master, Miss Thornhill.
“Oh! Miss L/N, I didn’t think you’d be out of your dorm at this hour. You know it’s past the times you’re allowed to go out.” She gave an off smile, one that gave you the creeps.
“I…” Your answer died on your tongue, racking your brain for anything that would avoid getting both you and Ajax in trouble. “Ajax… He has my… My textbook for your class! Yeah, he wanted to use mine because he totally forgot where he put his and—”
She put her hand up, indicating for you to stop. “I know you and Mister Petropolus are a thing, Y/N. I also know that gorgons have difficulty processing stuff during cold seasons. So if you really need to go over to him, I’ll give you permission. As long as you both are not caught, all right?”
“Yes, of course.” You silently thank her for having some sort of favorite.
“And no funny business either.”
Too late for that. You nod, knowing she’ll figure out the lie within your words.
“Good, now off you go.” Thornhill dismissed you, missing the way you let out a breath and cursed at not paying attention.
And this time, you recorded the time it took from Ophelia Hall to Ajax’s dorm, which turned out to be eleven minutes. Though Nevermore was big, you didn’t know it was that big of a school. Entering Polonius Hall’s common room, you heavily sighed, hands running through your hair. You didn’t think you’d be tired from everything that happened within the last hour.
Quietly, you pushed open your boyfriend’s door, finding him sleeping on his bed, showered, and changed into his plaid pajama pants and a band tee, a different beanie snug on his head. Though some of his snakes were already out, snoring as well. You tugged your converse off and changed into one of his shirts, trying not to make loads of noise. Wincing when you knocked the cup of pens and pencils over while putting some of his stuff away.
Taking in the way he was positioned on the bed, you opted to sleep on top of the covers, staying as far away from him. It was only to not disturb his slumber, but you knew when you felt the bed shift you had woken him up.
“Baby, what’re you doing?” His voice was raspy from sleep.
“Trying not to wake you up.” You reply.
Ajax lifted the blanket up, letting you slide underneath it and into his embrace. “I think you failed.”
“Go back to bed, ’m sorry.” You feel the warmth emitting from his body, legs immediately intertwining with his.
“η όμορφη κοπέλα μου είναι τόσο αξιολάτρευτη.” He said again, kissing your forehead. You hum, fatigue taking over your body. “My beautiful girlfriend is so adorable.”
“Is that what that means?’
“Mhm.” He put his head on top of yours. “Also, don’t worry. I couldn’t sleep without my beautiful girlfriend with me.”
“Go to sleep, my love.” You peck his collarbone. “You can flirt with me in the morning.”
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tarjapearce · 7 months
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small request ^^
for the soccer family, in gabis early toddler days, Miguel and wife!reader still nervous and getting used to be parents of their baby growing and changing. Miguel firsts long shift at work in awhile and comes home worried about his girls, to find wife doing Gabis hair humming peacefully to her as they sit in comfortable silence
hopefully that make sense, if too much don’t worry about writing it ty :)
Hope it worths the wait 🥹✨
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Ever since you and Miguel became first time parents, the initial panicky state you both lived in were slowly but surely easing as Gabriella turned bigger and healthier.
If she was crying out of nowhere? Doctor. Her poop wasn't the right color? Doctor. She refusing her baby formula? Doctor.
You had certainly ran to the hospital the first time Gabriella cried so hard she forgot to breathe, teary eyed and panicky, Miguel had to fly from his work to go to the hospital to meet you, only to be meekly reprimanded by the doctor that at this point seemed to know you both.
"She's fine. It's a completely normal thing they do, they just forget how to breathe for a moment. She's fine."
The pediatrician had told you, You both were just happy that little Gabi was fine and that it was all a scare.
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His thoughts couldn't help but wander towards you and Gabi. We're you fine? Was everything fine? You hadn't called, which divided his thoughts in 'is she okay?' and 'She's gonna be fine."
It was rare when you didn't call him to report the current status of your adoring little girl, that loved to sleep in his broad chest as he caressed her hair. Gabriella was a Papa's girl through and through.
If she was particularly fussy, Miguel would be the one that would pick her up and rock her to sleep as you prepared her bottle.
Hours passed and still no signs from you. Another hour passed and it was enough. It had been his extra work that put him on edge.
These extra hours had surely been squeezing any chance to go home faster and help you with his part of the parenthood.
Once he was done, he clocked out and ran through the streets to get home.
He called your name, desperation mixed with fear as he came close to appreciate the scene before him. Curled in the rocking chair were you, combing Gabi's soft, wavy and ravenous strands, sang to her a little nursery rhyme song.
You made one of your hands to made a 'shh' noise, everytime he moved in closer.
Gabi had lost the little battle against sleepiness a while ago. Miguel picked her up and kissed her forehead, earning a photo-worthy pose of Gabi and himself.
"Thanks Papa" You smiled as he went to Gabi's room. He had been concerned when his phone had remained quiet the whole day, and even worst when little Gabi had been 'recovering' from that scary episode.
But seeing her all quiet, peaceful and certainly deep in sleep soothed his nerves so comfortingly and it also grounded him. He couldn't fear forever, neither you and him could.
"We are." He nodded, relieved with a small smile.
Sighing, he went back to you and wrapped his generous arms around you, a kiss on your temple.
"Why didn't you called me?"
"Gabi was asleep and quite entertained the whole day with a pair of munching toys, I forgot to call you. Sorry"
"It's fine. We can't fear forever."
You nodded and caressed his arms
"I know. It's scary, but I think we're doing a pretty good job."
Another kiss and a smooth caress on your skin.
"We certainly are."
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joelalorian · 13 days
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Fall Into Me - Chapter Two: It All Turned Around
dbf!Joel x f!reader
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Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.
Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.
Word Count: 2.6k
Series Warnings: Mature to start, but will ultimately be Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. There will be angst, drama, fluff, humor, romance, smut... basically, the works. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname from her dad, which is explained in this chapter.
Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics
Thank you for reading this little tale! I did not expect all the love the first chapter received - my heart is fit to burst!
Chapter One | Main Masterlist
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Chapter Two: It All Turned Around
You walked the few blocks over to Joel’s house on Monday morning, ready to start your new gig as Sarah’s… babysitter wasn’t the right word. Nanny? Au pair? Nah, that didn’t work either. Whatever, the wording did not matter. You were helping Joel out by taking care of his daughter when he couldn’t, that’s what mattered. Jeez, you thought as you walked along the sleepy neighborhood sidewalk, you were one step away from talking to herself aloud like a mad woman.
When you finally reached Joel’s house, already damp with sweat from the lingering heat, climbing the porch steps to the front door with your eyes glued to Joel’s truck, you realized the flaw in this arrangement.
You didn’t have a car.
How the hell were you supposed to take the kid to and from school without a car?
How did you not realize this sooner?
Knuckles rapping on the door, your teeth worried your plump bottom lip as you considered your options. Admit to the gorgeous single father relying on you to help with his precious daughter that you were a complete flake. Sneakily order an Uber with the hope that Sarah will keep her mouth shut about it. Or just buy a car off one of those online dealers and hope it gets delivered in time.
Those options weren’t great, but what the hell else did you have to work with?
The door finally opened to reveal a frazzled Joel, tee shirt inside out and dark curls mussed. A giggle bubbled out before you could stop it.
“Mornin’ darlin’,” Joel greeted, his lips tilting upwards at the sight of you while his free hand attempted to tame his wild curls. “Come on in. We’re runnin’ a little behind schedule this morning.”
“Good morning, Joel.” Your eyes drank him in. Even in his disheveled state he was gorgeous. If anything, the harried morning look made him even more endearing.
He stepped aside to let you in, glancing to the driveway then the curb. “Where’s your car? Did you walk here?” he questioned, confused.
And just like that, the pleasant feeling of seeing him again washed away in embarrassment. You almost forgot about the car situation again. “Yeah, ‘bout that. I don’t actually have a car.” You could practically see the wheels turning behind his dark chocolate eyes as he stared at you.
Finally, Joel’s head bobbed in a nod as he led you into the kitchen. “Okay, we can make it work. Tommy is on his way over and I’ll just hitch a ride to work with him. You can use my truck for running Sarah around.”
“You sure?” you questioned doubtfully. “I’m sorry, it didn’t occur to me that I don’t have wheels until I was standing on your porch.”
Waving off your apologetic concern, Joel called for Sarah to come down for breakfast. Turning back to you, he smiled, the scruff of his beard barely concealing a delightful little dimple. “Don’t worry about it. Just use my truck when you’re on duty until we figure something else out. It’s not like I need it when I’m stuck on a job site all day.”
“Well, thanks for being understanding, and so kind,” you replied, feeling a little overwhelmed by how wonderful Joel was being.
Sarah appeared at your side as Joel dug in his pocket for his keys, throwing her arms around your waist. “You’re here!”
“I am!” You hugged the little girl to your side with a laugh, surprised to see Joel’s warm gaze on you when you looked up. There was something in his expression that you couldn’t decipher.
“Here are my keys – this one is for the truck, obviously, and this one is for the front door. Don’t mind the other ones,” he said after clearing his throat, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks. “I’ll get a spare house key made this week so you can come and go as you please. You have my cell number, so call me if you run into any problems with the truck or anything else.”
Once Sarah was seated at the table with a bowl of cereal, Joel filled you in on a few other details pertaining to Sarah’s weekday routine and where anything you might need was located in the house.
“Drop off at 8:30, pick up at 3, homework before play, and don’t let her snack too much before dinner,” you summarized his instructions. “I got it. I can make dinner, too, if you’d like.”
Dark eyes flashed with a hint of something indecipherable again as Joel smiled. “You don’t have to do that unless I’m gonna be real late. I’ll call or text to let you know when I expect to get home each day.”
“Sounds good.” Your finger traced random patterns on the countertop as you watched the Millers go about their morning routine and you wondered if you should say something about his tee shirt. You didn’t want to embarrass the guy, but it would be rude not to let him know, right? What was the protocol here? If it was you, you’d want to know before leaving the house, right?
Before you could decide what to do, Tommy came bursting through the front door, boisterous voice calling out for his brother. “Come on, man. We gotta get rollin’!”
Joel rolled his eyes to you as Tommy came to a halt in the kitchen, the younger brother’s smile widening when his eyes raked over you. “Well, hello again, gorgeous.”
“Hey Tommy,” you greeted in return, glancing between the two brothers. Where Joel was broad and brooding, Tommy was lithe and energetic, and flirty to a fault. Both were handsome, but Tommy had ‘player’ written all over him. He was the exact type of guy that you avoided getting entangled with – the overconfident, love ‘em and leave ‘em type.
Growing tired of his brother gawking at you, Joel grumbled. “Alright, stop flirting, Tommy. It’s time to go.” Dropping his empty coffee cup in the sink, he turned back to you. “Call me if you need anything, darlin’.”
You nodded with a smile, watching the brothers kiss Sarah goodbye.
“Your shirt’s on inside out, asshole,” Tommy blurted out suddenly causing Joel’s cheeks to pinken. “God dammit,” he muttered, tugging the shirt over his head to set it right.
Unable to tear your gaze away from the glimpse of broad chest and slightly soft tummy, you jolted when something bumped your shoulder. Snapping your head to the side, you frowned at Tommy’s beaming grin. “Ah, I see how it is,” he said cryptically, the grin never leaving his lips.
“What?” you asked, baffled, mind still flooded with the image of a briefly shirtless Joel. The brothers were gone before you could shake your head clear.
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Joel’s truck was ornery, you learned quickly. Stomp too hard on the gas pedal and it stalled. Don’t step hard enough on the pedal and it made funny noises while going nowhere fast. Brake too hard and it squealed. Don’t brake hard enough and, well, then you’d crash, obviously. It was a damn Goldilocks truck, but you adapted quickly, making sure you could get Sarah to and from school safely.
God, could you imagine if your first call ever to Joel was to tell him you crashed his truck and put his daughter in danger – or worse yet, she got hurt? That would be beyond awful!
By the afternoon, you and the truck had come to a grudging agreement. You would treat it nicely and it would do what you wanted it to. That was another sign you were losing your mind, right? Coming to agreements with inanimate objects? It was getting sad. You needed a life, some human socialization, for fucks sake.
“Hey nugget!” you called to Sarah, spotting her bouncing down the steps of the front entrance to the K-8 school. It was the very one you applied to earlier in the day, hoping to take over for a science teacher retiring at the end of the year.
“Hey! That’s what my dad calls me!” the little girl declared as she came to a halt in front of you.
“I know! It’s such a cool nickname, much better than the one my dad gave me,” you laughed and opened the passenger door, watching her scramble into the seat like a pro. Satisfied with the security of Sarah’s seatbelt, you jogged around to the driver’s side and hopped up into the truck.
“What’s your nickname?” Sarah asked as you started the truck with an encouraging pat on the dash.
“Spud,” you groaned, voice barely louder than the rumble of the truck’s engine.
Sarah’s brow furrowed and her cute little nose scrunched up. “Spud? Why does your dad call you that?”
“Ugh, the way he tells it, I was a really chunky baby. ‘Round like a potato’ he said. He didn’t like the thought of calling me ‘potato’ so, the nickname spud was born. I’ve hated it every day, but my dad loves it, so I tolerate it for his sake.”
Sarah listened to your explanation with rapt attention. “Yeah, I can see why you like mine better. I’ll make sure to never call you spud. Maybe we can come up with something better?”
“Thanks, kid! I’d like that.”
The rest of the ride back to Joel’s house was quiet as you focused on driving and Sarah bobbed her head to some tune she hummed. Once you pulled to a careful stop in the driveway, the little girl turned into a chatterbox, recounting every moment of her day as you led the way inside and prepared a small snack.
“Fourth grade is quite the adventure, I see,” you said when she finally stopped to nibble at an apple slice. “I don’t remember it being quite that much fun.”
There wasn’t any homework to assist with, but Sarah insisted on showing you all the A grades she got on her work from last week. She preened under your undivided attention, and you encouraged her to keep working hard.
The two of you were in the midst of playing some Lego video game when your phone buzzed with a text from Joel letting you know he was on his way home. The job site wasn’t far, and he walked through the door before 5 pm to find you and Sarah giggling as you bashed away at things in the video game. You were both laying on the floor, knees bent, and heads perched on throw pillows from the couch as you stared up at the TV. Neither of you even noticed him come in and he smiled at the precious moments he had to take in how genuinely happy Sarah was in your company.
Sarah caught sight of him first, pausing the game and rushing over to hug him. He eyed you as he hugged his daughter, his exhausted gaze silently thanking you for taking care of his entire world.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” he asked, kicking off his boots before stepping farther into the house. “I was gonna order pizza.”
Tempted to say yes just to spend more time with him, you declined knowing they had limited father-daughter time. “Thank you, though. I should get back to my house to finish the paperwork for transferring my teaching certification. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Joel escorted you to the door, watching as you descended the porch steps and strolled down the sidewalk until you were out of sight.
The next few weeks followed the same pattern with you staying late a few nights a week or covering a Saturday when Joel was stuck on a job site. You started making dinner most evenings. Whether he made it home early or late, he always seemed exhausted, and you wanted to ease his burden as much as possible. You might have also wondered how many home-cooked meals the pair actually ate when Joel was left in charge of dinner.
You bought a car off another one of your dad’s buddies – a no nonsense sedan just to get you around town with Sarah safely. Some days, while Sarah was at school, you would even do Joel’s food shopping, knowing that he liked to shop at the bulk stores to save money.
Soon, you found yourself staying longer after Joel got home, eager to spend time with him and watch him be a dad. He was such a good one, much like your own, always giving Sarah his full attention and speaking to her with respect and making sure she felt heard. It left you in awe of the man he was and your burgeoning crush quickly, and quite by accident, developed into an affectionate longing for something you couldn’t have.
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“How’s it going with Spud?” your dad asked, taking a swig from the bottle of beer in his hand. Seated at a table on the Miller’s back patio with Joel and Tommy, the men enjoyed a few after-work beers as you and Sarah sat together in the grass nearby.
“Why do you call her that, JB? I always wondered.” Joel questioned in return, curiosity finally getting to him.
You dad laughed, the memories of you as a baby always brought a smile to his face. “She was the chunkiest little potato as a baby, all round with the cutest chipmunk cheeks. The nickname spud just popped into my head and stuck from day one.”
Joel’s chestnut eyes flicked over to watch you during your dad’s explanation, a bubble of guilty warmth building in his gut. He found you immediately attractive when you first met, but now, nearly a month into getting to know and spend time with you, a strong affectionate attraction began to develop. It was wholly against his will, too. You were JB’s daughter – his best friend aside from his brother – and therefore off limits.
Surely him lusting after you broke some guy code, right?
Maybe he just needed to get laid. That would set him straight.
As if reading his mind, JB changed the subject. “Now that you have some help with Sarah, maybe it’s time to get back into the dating world. You need the love of a good woman, son.”
“Yeah, how long’s it been since you had a girlfriend, brother?” Tommy chimed in with a smirk. “A decade?”
The younger brother merely chuckled in response to Joel’s scowl. “I’ve dated, just none of them were good enough to bring home,” he replied, a rough edge to his deep voice. “Sarah’s always come first.”
“As she should.” JB nodded. “I know it ain’t easy being a single dad, but you have to make some room and time for yourself otherwise you’ll go crazy.”
Your dad went on to share some of his experiences with dating as a single dad and how you practically begged him to find a girlfriend when you were a teenager, just so he’d give you some space. After a short while, JB and the Miller men were laughing so hard their eyes were watering. At one point, Joel caught you watching them with a tender smile on your lips and his heart skipped a beat.
“Okay, I guess it’s time to put myself out there,” Joel admitted, forcing his gaze away from you.
“Yeah? I know someone who’d love to go on a date with you!” Tommy declared excitedly, turning to JB. “You know Annica over at the lumber yard? She’s been gagging over this one for ages. I’ll text her to set something up for Saturday night.”
“Sounds like it’s settled then. You’re going on a date, son!”
Joel’s brow furrowed, glancing between your dad and Tommy wondering if he just made a huge mistake.
tbc
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hellodarling1357 · 22 days
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Tiny Toes: Part 6.2 - Cassian x Reader
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Here's the second installment of the Ottie-Calling-Y/N-Mum mini-series
Summary: Birthdays + Surprises + Big Changes 2.0
Word Count: 1.7k
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A small commotion on the other side of your bedroom door had you tossing in your sleep, somewhat aware of the fact that something was going on but not conscious enough to fully bring yourself to care. However, it was the wafting smell of pancakes, and waffles, and eggs, and bacon, and toast – basically all the breakfast foods you could possibly think of – that had your eyes blearily blinking open.
Now that you were properly awake, you could clearly make out the hushed voices of Cassian and Ottie; knowing that they were there had an automatic smile tugging on your lips as you rolled over and pulled the blankets tighter around you.
“Ottie,” you could just make out the sound of Cassian opening the door, “I think she’s still asleep, so what do you need to do?”
You were certain that Cassian knew you were awake purely from the teasing tone in his voice, yet, you remained still, eyes closed, as Ottie bounded across the floor and, with a determined flap of her wings, landed on the bed beside you.
“Happy Birthday!”
You opened your eyes, coming face to face with a grinning Ottie who was excitedly jumping on the bed next to you. Once she saw that you were awake, she let out a squeal before attacking you with a hug and countless kisses to your cheeks.
“Oh, hello.” You mused with a sleepy smile, arms wrapping around her as she fell against you, making room for Cassian to sit on the mattress beside you.
“Happy Birthday!” Ottie repeated again.
“Thank you, sweetheart. How did you know it was my birthday today?”
“Daddy told me.” She looked over at Cassian with a conspiratorial nod.
“Did he just?” You shot a glare at Cassian who was smiling at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was well aware of the fact that you didn’t want to do anything to celebrate this year, after a few hundred years the excitement eventually wore off. But if Ottie knew it was your birthday…
“- we have lots and lots of things planned for you today,” she excitedly said, going back to bouncing on the bed as Cassian silently shifted to lay next to you, his fingers lacing through yours. “We’ll do presents, then after presents we have breakfast, then after breakfast we get ready for the day, then after we’re ready… oh no.”
Cassian looked up from you, midway through pressing a kiss to your cheek. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I forgot to get my birthday card.” Spreading her wings, Ottie was, once again, in the air before landing with a soft thud on the floor. You huffed a laugh as you felt Cassian tense beside you, watching her every move with trained efficiency.
“Cauldron, I’m still not used to her being able to do that,” he said aloud before turning back to you with a soft smile, “Happy Birthday, love.”
You hummed as Cassian moved to hover above you, arms wrapping around his neck as he leant down to slant his lips over yours. The kiss was cut off as quickly as it started as Ottie ran back into the room and flew up onto the bed again.
“Birthday card, birthday card,” she said in a sing-song voice, basically pushing Cassian off of you so that she could have your full attention. You shifted up the mattress so that you were now leaning against the headboard, Cassian settling beside you and slipping an arm around your waist so that he could tug you closer against him.
“Is that for me?” you asked Ottie as she sat on your lap, excitement radiating off of her as she constantly shifted as though unable to keep still.
“Yep, I made it all by myself.”
“Oh, it’s beautiful. Thank you so much, Ottie” your heart lit up at the positively delighted look on her face as she took in your complement.
“You have to read it,” you smiled at her again as you opened the homemade card, taking in the swirls of colours that were spread out across the page. “No,” Ottie was quick to interject, “you have to read it out loud, silly.”
Cassian peered over your shoulder at the card, sharing an amused look with you as you both tried to decipher what the scribbles meant.
“Ottie, you know what would make this card even more special? If you read it for Y/N.”
“Oh, okay.” Ottie seemed to contemplate the idea for a moment before grabbing the card from you with a determined little nod as her eyes scanned over the paper.
You shifted slightly so that you were now leaning against Cassian’s chest, his arms tightly wrapping around you with his chin resting on top of your head as you waited for Ottie to begin.
“Dear Y/N, daddy wrote that bit to help me get started but I did the rest, I promise,” you gave her a reassuring smile, prompting her to continue.
“Dear Y/N, happy happy happy birthday. You are going to have a good day, no, the bestest day, because… because you just will. And because Daddy and I planned lots and lots of surprises for you, because it is your birthday.”
You let a smile light up your face at Ottie’s words, based on the way her eyes switched between one specific spot on the paper, then to you then to Cassian and back again, it was clear that she was just saying whatever came to mind, but, truthfully, you found that even more special.
“Ummm, thank you for giving me lots of cuddles, and for making cupcakes with me, and for always reading me a bedtime story and tucking me in. And… oh! Thank you for making Daddy laugh and smile. And thank you for being my mummy and I really, really love you. I love you this much,” she flung her arms out wide, seemingly straining to create even more distance between the tips of her fingers. “And thank you for having your birthday today because it means we get to eat lots of cake – which was supposed to be a surprise.”
Ottie finished with a proud grin as she looked between you and Cassian with a sense of finality. She was quick to lean against you to point out what each drawing on the card was, completely missing the way your eyes teared up and the emotion filled glace you and Cassian shared.
“Daddy?” Ottie asked in an overemphasised whisper, pulling the two of you out of the trance you had been in. “Can we go downstairs and open presents now?”
“I – uh – Sorry, Ottie, yes of course. Shall we eat some of the secret pancakes we made at the same time?” Cassian asked, tearing his gaze away from you as a brilliant smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Oh! Yes, please! Come on, mummy…Y/N, umm,” Ottie cocked her head at you, fumbling over her words whilst trying to make sense of them. “Come on, I want you to open my present first because it’s going to be your favourite. Daddy said I can’t tell you what it is yet...”
You were stuck, frozen against Cassian as you watched her jump off of the bed and wait for you by the door, jumping excitedly from foot to foot.
Cassian squeezed your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, your neck, then the top of your head. “Come on, love, we’ve got presents to open and pancakes to eat, don’t we Ottie?”
Climbing out of bed together, Cassian was quick to lace his fingers through yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze as you followed Ottie out of the room.
“Cass…” you started, still at a loss for words.
“Are you okay?” he pulled you to a stop while Ottie leapt down the stairs, softly singing to herself and completely oblivious to the weight her words held over you. “I can have a chat with her, tell her not to–”
“No, it’s fine,” you said softly, cupping his face as your eyes scanned for any flickers of emotion that would give you insight into what he thought of the situation.
“You don’t mind?”
“No, I – I don’t think so.” You smiled at him, feeling a shift as the implication of this next step took hold.
“Good.”
“Good?” That was all he had to say? Good?
“Yeah, good. Now hurry up, we’ve got presents to open.” He said with a wink.
“Cassian?” you said, still rooted to the spot despite the calloused hand that tried to tug you further down the stairs. He turned back around, a soft smile gracing his handsome features as he stepped closer to you.
“As long as you’re okay with it, we’ll figure the rest out later, alright?” You nodded in response, a smile pulling at your lips to ease the sudden tension and doubt that creased between Cassian’s brows, already feeling more at ease now that you knew he was alright with what happened.
“I love you, Y/N. Just so you know in case I hadn’t already told you that today.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down so that his face was level with your own, “I love you,” you murmured back before pressing your lips against his.
Once again, you were interrupted as Ottie reappeared at the bottom of the stairs. “Y/N,” she yelled up to you excitedly, “you were taking forever, so I already opened a present for you. Look, it’s a book.”
Cassian scoffed, ready to chastise her as she ran back into the living room, leaving a trail of wrapping paper and ribbons behind her. You pressed another soft kiss to Cassian’s lips, unable to fight off the smile that you were sure matched the one spreading across his face.
“Come on, I don’t want any more surprises ruined for me today.” You said with a laugh as you held Cassian’s hand and continued down the stairs.
“Don’t worry, love. There are plenty of surprises left in store.”
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fvllingflower · 1 month
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pairing: idol!joshua afab!reader
genre: romance, smut
warning: petnames, proposal, kissing (a lot), nipple play, oral(f!receiving), hickeys, unprotected sex (stay safe), aftercare
song recommendation: valentine by måneskin
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"Love?" Joshua sits next to you on the couch.
"Mhm?" You look up at him with a smile.
"I have a surprise for you" He smiled.
"I'll need you to pack your suitcase, it'll need to last a week" Your eyes widened.
"Baby are you taking me on a trip?" You asked.
"I am but I'm not telling you where just yet" He kisses your cheek.
"Now go pack" You got up from the couch and walked into the bedroom and started packing. He came into the bedroom and started packing as well.
"The flight is at 8pm, okay?" He smiled.
"Okay..." You nodded excitedly.
It was now 7:15 and you two left for the airport. You two walked to your gate number and sat down and waited.
"So when will you tell me where we are going?" You smiled at Joshua.
"Mhm I don't know yet" He held your hand and smiled.
"But you do look really cute right now" You smiled at his compliment.
"I love you" You whispered to him.
"I love you more" He whispered back.
You two got on the plane and had seats right next to each other. You liked the idea of being next to him the entire flight. He let you rest your head on his shoulder and let you fall asleep all while holding your hand. You woke up some hours later.
"Can I know where we are flying to?" You whispered.
"Promise not to freak out" He smiled.
"I promise"
"We're going to Paris" He watched your eyes get wider and watched you smiled.
"Are you serious?" You asked, holding both his hands. He nodded his head.
"I love you so much" You kissed his lips passionately. He smiled into the kiss.
"I love you so much more, my love" He hugged you.
You two got to the hotel and were both exhausted from a long flight. You two laid on the bed and you scooted close to Joshua. He pulled you over to him and cuddled you. You buried your sleepy face into his chest and slowly fell asleep.
You woke up the next morning to Joshua crawling out of bed. You kept your eyes closed letting him think you're still asleep. He left the room and when he came back he kissed you all over your face to wake you up.
"Mmm Shua" You groaned.
"Let's go get breakfast, love" He whispered.
"Let me rest a little longer" You rolled over away from him.
"Love~" He spoke in a sing-song type tone.
"Let's enjoy a French breakfast" You finally woke up completely. You rolled back over and looked at him. You both smiled at each other.
"I forgot we're in France" You mumbled.
"How are you this cute in the morning?" He kissed your lips softly.
You got out of bed and got dressed for the day. You two left the hotel for an adventure. You were holding hands as you both walked to a breakfast restaurant. After breakfast Joshua suggested you two went shopping. You guys went to visit shops and you came across a dress you really love, it was a lacy, and raspberry pink color, and when you tried it on, it fit you perfectly. Joshua stared at you in the dress, as you two were in the dressing room.
"You look so..." It was like he was captivated.
"So gorgeous." He kept looking you up and down.
"Makes me want to kisses you" He stood up and kissed you softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist.
"I think you should get this dress love" He looked at the dress again.
"You like it?" You smiled at his cuteness.
"I love it but not much as I love you" He smiled.
You two got out of the dressing room and you had the dress on the hanger and held on to it. You left the store and Joshua bought you the dress. After shopping you two went back to the hotel.
The next came and it's Valentines day. You were getting ready to go out for dinner. You were changing into the dress you bought yesterday. You did you hair and put on some heels you bought as well. You walked to Joshua and he smiled.
"My beautiful valentine" He smiled and held your hands.
"My sweet valentine" You smiled back.
"Are you ready to go out?" He asked.
"Yeah" You kissed him softly.
You two left the hotel and went to a nice restaurant. The entire night, Joshua kept flirting with you, making you blush. After dinner, you two went on a walk, and you held hands the entire time. Where you both were standing, the eiffel tower was in front of you both. Joshua let go of your hand, making you confused. He got on one knee and pulled out a ring box.
"Joshua" You smiled softly.
"I have loved you for 6 years and I plan to love you for many more years. You are the light to my dark days. You are so beautiful, intelligent, and funny. I'm so lucky to call you mine and I want to call you mine for forever. Will you marry me?" You were trying hold back your tears.
"Yes, yes, yes" You let him put the beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger. He stood up and kissed you softly.
"I love you so much" You whispered against his lips.
"I love you so much more" He hugged your body.
You two went back to the hotel and took your shoes off. Joshua grabbed you by the chin and kissed you passionately. You could feel the hunger in his kiss. He picked you up and laid you on the bed and hovered above you. He started kissing down your neck, then down your cleavage. He took the dress off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear. He started sucking on your collarbone.
"Mm Shua" You moaned quietly.
"So gorgeous" He mumbled against your neck before kissing it again. He took your bra and panties off, leaving you completely naked. He started kissing your chest like crazy.
"I'm gonna love this beautiful body until I die" He whispers.
He starts kissing down your chest to your stomach and to your thighs. He stops for a minute and takes he button up off and throws it on the floor. He starts kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, enjoying the little whimpers he receives from you. He had one hand holding your thighs open and the other one cupping your boob. You feel his hot breath on your vagina. You then felt his wet muscle against your folds. He started licking and sucking on your clit and folds. It felt like he was making out with your bottom lips. He seems to be an expert on how to make you feel extra good. Your hand went into his hair and pulled tightly. His hand on your boob started playing with your nipple, pitching it and rubbing it, all making you a moaning mess. Before you knew it you couldn't control yourself and he was licking up your orgasm. He looked up at you and smiled at your fucked up state. He gets eye level with you and kisses you passionately.
"So gorgeous and all mine" He whispers against your lips. He gets up to take his pants and underwear off. You were both naked now. He gets eye level with you again.
"You want more?" He asks softly.
"Please" You groaned. You spread your legs open for him, your thighs pressed to your sides. He smirked and lined himself up and sank into your hole. He slowly started thrusting. He held onto your thighs as he thrusted.
"Mm- faster" You moaned. He picked up the pace. Fucking you fast and rough. He was going balls deep inside you, making sure to feel all the walls around him. Your boobs were bouncing as he fucked you in a fast pace.
"Joshua!" You moaned loudly. That made him go even faster. To him, you were some kind of ecstasy that he couldn't get enough of. He enjoyed hearing your moans for him and only him. He felt honored to be the one to make you feel so good, making orgasm, making you moan every time. He loved you so fucking much, he can't get enough of you nor your body. You two orgasmed together, mixing your white release together. He slowly pulled out and laid next to you. You both tried catching your breaths.
Time passed and you two were finally calmed down. Joshua got up and helped clean you up. He handed you a shirt of his amd underwear to change into and he put some underwear on and sweats. He helped you take your makeup off and he couldn't help but smile when he saw your natural beauty. You two cuddled up and kept looking at your ring.
"I can't believe you're now my fiancé" You smiled.
"Me neither... you're soon officially gonna be mine" He smiled and kissed your cheek.
"And you'll be officially mine" You kissed his lips. You were slowly falling asleep.
"You know this was hard because I don't like keeping secrets from you..." He waited for reply but got nothing.
"Love?" He looked down and saw you asleep, face pressed against his bare chest.
"Mm sleep well, my sleeping beauty. I love you" He whispered and kissed your temple.
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charmedreincarnation · 10 months
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Hello! How are you? I am very good for now. because after trying for over a year I switched to void state last night very easily! it was an incredibly amazing experience for me. I stumbled upon your account on tumblr a few days ago, I saw a lot of people have succeeded with the method you suggested! I felt so happy for them!
Now I will tell my own success story.
I used to be so obsessed with it that I was just procrastinating and "trying" to get into the void when I had so much work to do whenever I had free time.
Throughout this process, I always thought that I would not succeed and always went back to the beginning. I was very bad with everyone around me, I was constantly fighting and exposed to violence. In short, I was experiencing hell on this earth.
Months passed and I decided to focus on my life a little bit. I tried to think positively and convince myself how easy it was for me to manifest. But there was one very important thing that I forgot, all the evil forces in this hell were coming only on me, only me.
I spent the whole of last year and the first months of this year like a living dead...
But in these last few days, I have made a decision that will radically change my life. Before, I tried every method to enter void constantly, but something was not going well every time. So I decided that it would be easier and more useful to just assume that I woke up there, rather than making dozens of efforts to enter void 2 days ago.
THE DAY I FINALLY ENTERED THE VOID CONSCIOUSLY!
I didn't listen to the subliminal, I just did a 20-minute meditation, my wish to revisit life in more detail. At the end of the meditation, I said only one affirmation: I will wake up in void tonight.
I wasn't tired and very sleepy that night (these are usually what people think is necessary for a void).I just lay on my bed in my usual position and affirmed that I would wake up in void at night. After that I already went straight to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't move. The sounds were so muffled, it's like you're listening to a song through a broken earpiece, that's how I heard it. I stayed like that for a few minutes, then the sounds suddenly stopped and I felt myself being pulled into the darkness. My heart was beating so fast, so I focused on calming myself. I couldn't feel my body anymore, as if someone was separating my soul from my body and floating it in a vacuum of space. That's when I realized that I really succeeded! And I calmed down for a while and then said my affirmations. I didn't make a special list, so I said it all one by one.
My manifests:
The face and body I dreamed of down to the smallest detail
My desired name, surname(i have two names in different languages)
My dream room and house with all the items on my Pinterest board(There were almost 50K pins on the board I mentioned...)
I overhauled my father as someone else entirely. With his nationality, zodiac sign, appearance, name.(I also added that he is a person who gets along perfectly with his 4 children and his wife!)
I made my mother younger in appearance, not in age, I also wished her a happy and peaceful life in every way.
As for our financial situation, my father is an extraordinarily wealthy businessman, we own the largest house and the most luxurious car in my city. We also have 4 modern apartments and 1 huge villa in another city! It does not end with these, we also have houses in America, France, England!
I also manifested new phone and other electronic gadgets.
We are 4 siblings in the family and we all get along very well, no hurtful words and no violence!
I have a private room for my unfinished clothes in my room and a very nice bathroom adjacent to my room!
I also manifested success in the lessons: no matter how long the paragraph is, it stays in my mind only once I read it and I never forget it! I do not have a single error in all the tests I have solved.
We have a total of 4 pets including 2 cats and a puppy and a husky dog. Our garden is huge, with a big swing, a covered area to sit in in the winter, and lots of lavender flowers, white roses!
By the way, I manifested that I have lived this life from the beginning, so our house is full of memories we have accumulated with my siblings and parents since childhood, our childhood photos everywhere, emotional diaries my mother wrote when she was pregnant.
I also manifested new friends to myself: one of them is famous (keep this part private lol), I wished to meet him since childhood. Apart from her, I also have a male friend who is our family friend and my best friend who lives with us.
That's all I wanted, I left everything else to my subconscious and my last sentence before leaving the void was "I will open my eyes to the life I dreamed of".
Finally, when I came out of the void, I heard my brother's voice, scolding me for turning off the air conditioner in my room and leaving it on until morning, and saying that he would be very upset if I got sick. (it did indeed come true more perfectly than I had imagined! )
The reason why I wrote my success story and the life I manifested at length is this: most people limit their desires and try to make do with less. Believe me, I was thinking the same way a month ago, thinking that living the life I wanted was unfair to the people in my life. But lately, thanks to what those people did to me, I realized that all this time I had been unfair to myself, not to them. After realizing this, I reminded myself that I only deserved the life of my dreams.
And now that I'm who I should be, I'm pretty happy with it. I can't thank you enough  my dear. The success stories you shared motivated me a lot and helped me take action.
I am so proud of you my love. I absolutely adore revision stories as well as the usage of intention which is my personal favorite method. No method is stronger than your will to have your desires. Thank you so much for sharing your story and I hope you continue to always live your best life <3
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atsumulogy · 1 year
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synopsis: kdrama cliches & tropes u would experience w/ ur haikyuu boys.
pairing(s): various x gn!reader
content warning: mentions of being drunk, pinch of angst at the bonus end, wrist grabbing, mentions of a fight
naia’s footnote: first post 4 this blog … Feeling: Nervous 😹this probably a bit ooc but let me live! also?? the read more thingy gives me these stupid glitches and i had to redo this for so many times
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PIGGY BACK RIDES — scenario wherein you probably got injured or got too tired to walk and he carries you on his back (either begrudgingly or happily, either way you’re both warmer than usual in the face but no one says anything.)
→ BOKUTO, tsukishima(is part of the begrudgingly part, you’re probably too tired to walk or injured and he’s totally NOT worried about you okay? he just finds your whining annoying and wants you to shut up.) noya, asahi, aran, kita, akaashi, daichi, aone.
FORCED COHABITATION — you guys probably hate each other, and somehow, someway, you guys end up in a situation where you guys have to live together. this was not a part of his or your plans, but so is falling in love with each other but i guess fate has other plans!
→ SAKUSA, atsumu, shirabu, semi (you think he plays his guitar way too loud not knowing it’s the chords of the song he wrote about you)
CONFESSION OF FEELINGS BUT … — either you or he fell asleep, blackout drunk or just sleepy as hell. or he gets interrupted before he confesses by a phone call that will lead to many scenarios from misunderstandings to an emergency that will set back the confession a few more episodes until he actually gets to confess. or at this point, you have to be the one to confess because things just won’t go his way!
→ OIKAWA (LMAO, wanna see him suffer), ennoshita, kyotani, iwaizumi, goshiki, makki, tanaka, asahi, hinata, lev, atsumu, kuroo.
SHARING AN UMBRELLA — it rains but you forgot your umbrella, and he so happens to have one with him. and somehow you and him end up under his umbrella, close proximity as you could literally feel his hot breath and he wonders if you could hear his heart beat drumming like he just ran a whole mile. he would angle the umbrella in a way that you wouldn’t get wet by the rain while his shoulders soaking wet but it’s okay, as long as you’re fine and dry he doesn’t mind getting wet by the rain <3 (bonus if next day he gets sick and you visit him and take care of him AND maybe an almost kiss happening … 😁)
→ AKAASHI, KITA, semi, goshiki, tanaka, yamamoto, kuroo
WRIST GRABS — grabs your wrists to get you to talk to him because you walked out on him OR OR HE GRABS YOUR WRISTS BECAUSE HE GOT JEALOUS WITH THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO OR (they try not to be as forceful or harsh tho ☹️)
→ iwaizumi, osamu, suna, yaku, kyotani, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, atsumu, kuroo (?) atp i’m just saying anyone that comes into my mind LMAO
OLD CHILDHOOD FRIENDS THAT MEET AGAIN (AND FALL IN LOVE) — okay so you guys either remember each other not, but that really doesn’t matter in the end because either way, you guys would end up together. hashtag fated soulmates!
→ ushijima (I JUST FEEL LIKE HE COULD FIT THIS TROPE .. or probably he reminds of this male lead in a kdrama i watched with this trope LOL), sakusa, noya, oikawa, tendou.
SHOULDER NAP — he falls asleep in your shoulders, whether he meant to or not won’t change the fact that you could hear the beat of your heart increasing, your breath hitching, and suddenly the room feels hotter than ever.
or you fall asleep in his shoulder and suddenly he can’t move a single muscle anymore, but it’s fine, he thinks, as you nuzzle yourself unconsciously into his neck.
→ SUNA, kenma, kyotani (you fall asleep on his shoulders and instead of pushing you off him, he lets you sleep there and glares at anyone who stares at you guys.), kageyama, tsukishima.
BONUS: THE LOVE TRIANGLE TROPE — my guilty pleasure but also my most behated trope ever.
the male lead — the one who got the love interest in the end.
→ oikawa, tsukishima (it’s giving asshole male lead but gets the girl in the end anyway!), bokuto, terushima, tanaka, kageyama, atsumu, osamu, shirabu, goshiki, ushijima
the second lead — probably deserves the love interest as much as the male lead OR probably deserves the love interest more LMAO
→ akaashi (he treats the love interest so well and he just?? loves them sm?? even though he’s not the one that they picked?? crying he doesn’t even expect anything from them. he's the type of second lead every viewer was rooting for), iwaizumi, kindaichi, lev, yamamoto, and if i say suna, ennoshita, noya, konoha, koganegawa, semi, kawanishi
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onlyswan · 2 years
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summary: in which jungkook loves you, and he wants you both to eat well.
> fluff, slight angst / wc: 3.4k
> warnings: yn doesn’t have a very healthy relationship with food :( + jungkook’s spit? 😭
note: this has always been in my drafts and i guess i was lowkey scared because it gets personal, but i finally wrote it :D
“sometimes it feels like i’m only eating for the sake of survival, you know? so i can’t be too bothered to cook, or care if it doesn’t taste good when i do.”
once again, your casual words from a long time ago echo in jungkook’s mind this fine sunday morning, as he works hard to perfectly fold the omelette on the pan.
he smiles to himself when he succeeds. he hums a song as he places it on top of the hot kimchi rice on your plate, sitting beside his with the not-so-successful, practice round omelette. that’s when he hears the familiar sound of your fluffy slippers dragging against the floor, too sleepy and tired to make an effort to do proper steps. he carefully sets down the two plates infront of the chairs facing each other, before meeting you halfway at the entrance of the kitchen.
“morning, baby.” he chirps his greeting as he wraps his arms around you, but you hold onto his muscled biceps to stop him.
“back hurts.” you cry out quietly, turning around to clasp your hands together around your nape. he chuckles, understanding what you’re asking him to do in a heartbeat.
he wraps his arms around you again before picking you up effortlessly, making sure to support your elbows as he leans back and squeezes you. you moan in satisfaction when you feel the cracks, relief instantly rushing into your veins as you feel significantly lighter. when he brings your feet back to the ground, you turn around and embrace him properly with your arms around his waist. you bury your face in the smell of your boyfriend’s favorite fabric softener, brain so hazy you almost fall back into sleep.
“feel better?” he asks to confirm, soothingly rubbing your back, putting pressure here and there- around your shoulder blades. this is why he scolds you about your posture regularly, because you are a stubborn creature of habit.
“breakfast smells good.” you stand on your toes to take a peek of the food over his shoulder. “and that’s a lot of rice.”
“just eat what you can finish then.” he kisses your forehead before pulling away to head towards the dining table again. “where do you want to eat?”
“living room.” you reply while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, feeling uncomfortable because of the hair framing your face being damp after you freshened up. “want to watch queer eye. so they can inspire me to clean.”
jungkook brings out a wooden tray from the shelf. he carefully places the two plates, two glasses, and a pitcher of cold water. “i can clean instead. you rest. don’t you need to study for your exam later?”
“i’d rather clean than study.” you pout, following his footsteps leading to the living room. “i hate it more than cleaning.”
“what about jungkook?”
“what about you?” you plop down on the couch, knees on your chest as you sink into the cushion. he sets down the tray on the center table, and it produces a thump sound. “i love you.”
with a radiant smile, he offers you a plate. “wait,” you mumble, putting a pillow over your lap before taking it from his hands.
“ah!” his eyes widen with late realization. “i forgot the utensils. hold on.”
he speedwalks to and from the kitchen, and you turn on the television to play the episode you’re going to watch.
this day began with you thinking that you don’t have much of an appetite, but after the first spoonful of your favorite kimchi fried rice jungkook special with a bite-sized piece of omelette on top, you became unstoppable.
he steals a glance every now and then, delighted to see your plump cheeks devouring the food that he cooked. the joy it brings him never changes, no matter how many times he has served you his food. you make him feel loved and appreciated, and most of all, happy when you’re eating well.
needless to say, he’s been worried. you have been eating less than the usual, finishing the food in no more than ten minutes so you could go back to doing school works right away.
“my busy bee.” he sighed, squatting infront of you.
you looked up from your laptop, straightening your posture when you realized you were hunching over again.
“hi,” he greeted you again, fixing your glasses before it completely slid off your nose bridge. he could see the reflection of a research article reflecting on the lens.
you scrunched your nose, the simple action making you blush. “hi, my love. need anything?”
“just came by to give you a snack.”
he inched the bowl of assorted nuts mixed with colorful m&m’s closer to you. they reminded you of the highlights decorating your notes.
“i mixed them myself.”
you could tell. you have never seen a trail mix with these many types of nuts in your life. “chopped the nuts yourself too?”
“of course.” he grinned proudly before pointing at the m&m’s. “that’s dark chocolate too.”
a look of bewilderment painted your face. “dark m&m’s exist?!”
jungkook tucks your hair behind your ear so it won’t get into your food. pretty, he thinks to himself when you give him an appreciative smile.
he finishes his food first, gulping down his glass of water as he watches a guy have a makeover in preparation for his marriage proposal to his girlfriend.
you finish yours as well, leaving your plate on the tray as you chew on the final bite. by no exaggeration, you did not leave a single grain of rice.
“oh, my baby! you finally ate well.” he beams, pinching your cheek lightly.
“i got inspired to clean my plate because the food was yummy.” you praise him, slumping against his side after drinking three gulps of water.
“i’m proud of you. you should wear the angel pajamas tonight.” his tattooed hand squeezes your thigh, covered by seokjin’s devil pajamas from the artist-made collection.
his suggestion makes you chuckle, finding the character holding a pitchfork printed on the cloth adorable. “should i?”
you and jungkook eat samgyupsal for dinner, because apparently, last night wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving. but you barely ate yesterday that you forgot that you even had it, which you suspect is part of the reason why he wants to have it again. and you’re grateful, because you can enjoy it with an appetite this time.
“here, baby. eat your greens.” he wraps a piece of the freshly grilled meat in lettuce, feeding it to you with a happy grin.
your jaw works extra hard to chew the leaf occupying most of your mouth. “that was too big. the ratio was totally off!” you whine while reaching for the glass of water to push it down.
“it was? sorry.” but he doesn’t look or sound guilty, especially when he opens his mouth widely to stuff it full of his favorite food. with waaay more meat than lettuce.
you scoff, putting the cooked strips of samgyupsal in his bowl before laying out more on the grill. he tries taking the tongs from you to take over, but you put your hand behind you with a pout.
“let me. this is only the time i can cook without messing it up.”
it wouldn’t be shocking to learn that you do get insecure about your lack of cooking skills. look, you’ve tried. you lived alone for years before moving in with jungkook. there was no other choice but to try. about a couple million times. you followed the recipes, followed your instincts next. you didn’t like eating your undercooked or overcooked, too salty or too bland food— but eating outside everyday wasn’t a luxury you had. over time, it came to feel like a chore. eating. and you hated yourself for it, all because you couldn’t get shit right. it was not the right way to live, but you felt stuck.
so perhaps it was natural that you gravitated towards jungkook. jungkook who has the patience for cooking. puts the perfect amount of seasonings. has incredible chopping skills. watches cooking shows religiously. jungkook who enjoys food with his entire body. makes brain food when you study. jungkook who is feeding the both of you while you grill the meat because he just learned that you enjoy holding the tongs more than you’re afraid of oil splattering.
“this is only lettuce,” it starts off as a mere statement of observation, until it fully registers in your brain. “jungkook, i swear to god- if you don’t stop feeding me grass!”
after dinner, you go straight to studying to prepare for your test on tuesday. the center table of the living room being clattered with your study materials is a very familiar sight, somehow jungkook finds himself feeling fond of it, as he sits on the carpeted floor next to you. he has earbuds on, an audiobook paused on his tablet.
“hi. this seat isn’t taken, is it?” he sends a charming smile your way, his knee brushing against yours as he makes himself comfortable.
“well, it is now.” you roll your eyes jokingly, twirling the blue highlighter using your fingers as you try to retain the terms you’re reading inside your brain.
“i’m studying, too. english.” he makes space for his device, collecting the stray sheets of paper scattered on the table before tucking them in between one of your notebooks.
“do you have a test, too?”
“kind of?” he answers, sounding enthusiastic as he grooves and bounces to no music. he’s the exact opposite of you. “i have a schedule with my teacher on tuesday too. i want to make him proud that i did advanced reading.”
jungkook makes all of the people in his life proud. he is never not eager to learn— mistakes or fallbacks only motivate him to pour more of his time and effort into getting things right. putting aside the sad pouts, frustrated whines usually consisting of no, no, this is not it or please let me do it again or i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing wrong; and the tsk sound he makes as he tilts his head to the side as if he’s trying to knock some sense to himself before he tries again. what matters most is that he tries again and again and again, and he makes you want to do the same, too. you think of him when you want to give up, when things feel unbearable. you channel the willpower he thrives on because sometimes you forget that you don’t want to be a weak person, and you just need a little push to be reminded of that.
there is a sense of contentment and peace in the atmosphere as you study in your own little bubbles. you’re still memorizing while jungkook reads the story out loud with the narrator every now and then to practice his pronunciation. he uses his phone to search for the meaning of unfamiliar words. he decided that petrichor is one of the most beautiful words he’s learned so far.
he entertains you during your ten-minute break, peeling another orange as he speaks out his mind about something that he is both curious and annoyed about. “why are there so many words with a lot of different meanings? it’s too difficult. my brain has not much space left!”
you’re not really given a chance to speak because he feeds you a slice of orange, then himself, then you again. you can only smile in amusement with your mouth full, gathering the seeds at the corner of your tongue before spitting them out on the tissue he laid out.
you go back to studying, and he finishes up twenty minutes and two more oranges later. he plays around with the peels he carefully worked hard on not breaking earlier, making you a bracelet instead of the choker he originally wanted because of the warning look you gave him when he tried putting it on you.
he crawls on the couch you’re leaning on, scrolling through his phone for a few minutes until he grows restless again. he drags his body downward, folding his knees to level with you.
“are you almost finished?” he asks hopefully, his warm breath fanning on the shell of your ear.
you flinch with a giggle, rubbing your ear against your shoulder to make the tickle go away. “yup. just need to go over them again real quick.”
“okaaay.” he replies cutely. he suddenly gets up to leave the room, and you frown sadly when you find yourself alone again. the sound of the air purifier is almost deafening- it mocks you. reminds you of all the times you wished on ceilings for someone to make this silence bearable at most. you sigh, taking off your glasses to rest your tired eyes for a moment.
you crack your eyes open again when you feel your boyfriend’s presence infront of you.
“are you done now?” he repeats his question, holding up your angel pajamas he mentioned this morning. more than that, he’s wearing his own set, too. the first two buttons of the top undone. this is the first time you’re seeing him wear it, and butterflies erupt in your stomach at the thought of him wearing it because he wants to match with you.
so even though you’re not exactly done, you say yes anyway. you change into the pajamas, and exclaim “i’m already brushing my teeth!” with a mouth full of toothpaste when jungkook peeks into the bathroom to ask if you want a sandwich for your midnight snack.
it’s a reflex at this point, your feet carrying you to wherever jungkook is. the bus you get on from the university to his company, the three-minute walk it takes to get there from the bus stop. the smell lingering in the air changes with every five steps as you pass by the restaurants and street vendors. your stomach grumbles pathetically.
so when jungkook opens the door with his lips attached to his bottle filled with his favorite chocolate-flavored protein shake that you (not so) secretly take a sip or two of every now and then, your hands reach for it immediately.
“what the-” he looks down at his empty hands, and then back at you taking small sips from the bottle as you spin around on his chair.
he shuts the door before catching the armrest to make the chair stop, standing infront of you with his arms crossed. “did you just steal from me?”
you smile at him innocently, his tall frame towering over you. you clutch the bottle tightly in your hand, wary of him taking it away. “what’s yours is mine, right?”
“then you get mad at me using your shaver once-”
“it’s my shaver.” you retort, in disbelief with the example he has given. and it was definitely not just once. “that’s totally different!”
he pouts so big his cupid’s bow touches the tip of his nose. “that has my saliva in it.”
you raise an eyebrow. “so? atleast it’s chocolate-flavored this time. your spit tastes like spit.”
“what does it taste like exactly?”
“water with a hint of mint?”
he sighs in defeat. nothing he says ever phase you, so why does he still try? so instead, he sits on your lap.
“yah, jungkook!” you gasp, hitting his back with your fists. femur, the strongest bone of the body- this must be the reason why god made them that way.
“you’re so- heavy! move!”
“no! give me back my protein shake!”
“i finished it! there was like three sips left, you dummy!” you groan, pushing him off with all your strength. he gets nudged off a little, and that’s your window of opportunity to make a move. you quickly part your thighs, and his butt ends up falling in the space between.
“here-” you hang your arm over his shoulder, waving the bottle infront of his face. he takes it from your hand, shaking it to check if you really finished it.
you didn’t. you just wanted to bicker.
he gulps down what is left with a satisfied hum, putting back the cover before setting it down on the left side of his table, far away from his equipment. he leans his back against you, reaching for your hands to wrap them around his waist. still heavy, but bearable.
if the protein shake wasn’t enough of an indication that he just finished working out, his damp hair touches your cheek. you shiver lightly at the coldness.
he clicks his tongue, staring at the ocean displayed as the wallpaper of his computer. “i’m hungry.”
at that, you feel your stomach grumble again. “me too.”
“did you eat the breakfast i left at the table?”
“i woke up late. i’m sorry.” you jut out your bottom lip, upset that you weren’t able to eat the food he prepared for you. “i put the berries in a lunchbox and ran out of the house.”
his lips brush against your cheek before he puckers them up to plant a kiss. “it’s okay. i picked the berries myself. went to three different farms.”
“now you’re just lying.” you flick his neck without force, and he winces dramatically. “i bought those at the supermarket.”
“but i bought the blueberries. now kiss it better.” he counters, pointing at his neck.
so needy and dramatic.
your arms wrap around his waist again to tug him closer. instead of kissing the part that you flicked, you go the other way to kiss his mole. your favorite, after the one under his lip. the light touch prompts jungkook’s heart to do somersaults inside his ribcage.
he intertwines his hand with yours over his stomach, and you end up back hugging him with your weight leaning forward. “how did your test go?”
“wasn’t sure about two questions, but i think i did pretty good.”
“hmm, that’s my baby.” he rasps, kissing the back of your hand.
you hide the overly pleased smile on your face, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “how ‘bout you?”
“oh, english is my next schedule. let’s go grab lunch first.” he checks his black wrist watch. “we have more than an hour. what do you want to eat?”
“sushi!” you blurt out, excitedly shaking his shoulders.
“okay!” he responds with the same level of enthusiasm, standing up from the chair to face you. “let’s get gimbap!”
“sushi.” you whine out, using the strength of your legs to anchor yourself to the chair when he tugs at your hand.
“but gimbap is better. let’s go.”
he laughs out loud when the chair starts rolling along with you as he tugs you towards the door. “you can’t bring the chair to the restaurant!”
you shake your head stubbornly. “love, sushi. i’ll order the ones with fish this time.”
“you? eating fish that isn’t tuna?” he raises an eyebrow skeptically. “i don’t trust you.”
“i’ll give them another chance. you can trust me this time.” you bat your eyelashes, making good use of your charms.
you will seriously try, but knowing yourself well, there is a 90% chance that your boyfriend will have to get them wrapped up for take-out and then order your usual.
and knowing him well too, he’s not difficult to persuade. “alright, sushi. let’s get it!”
“wait. my bag-” you turn back, reaching for the khaki shoulder bag you left on the couch.
“just leave it, baby. we’ll come back anyway.” he says impatiently, circling his arm around your waist to bring you outside of the studio with him.
“but i need my wallet because i’ll buy our lunch.” you scold him as you punch in the code of the locked door.
his face lights up comically at the mention of free food. “ah, really? then can i have ramen, too? oh! takoyaki!”
you roll your eyes at the cheeky smile on his lips, stepping foot inside his studio again. “okay. order anything you want.”
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forfucksakesniall · 8 months
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Heyy i love ur writing so much and i got this idea the other day so basically we all know lewis will be such a good dad and so can u do where lewis gets forced by his teen daughter to watch edits of him on tiktok and make him react to it🫶🏻
Change some bits sorry. Hope you still like it! Thanks for the request.
Pairing: Dad!Lewis Hamilton x Reader Trigger Warning/Content Advisory: TOO MUCH FLUFF, Pipes by Christina Aguilera.
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"Daddy, can I play, please?" his 7-year-old daughter asked him. "Um... sure, baby," he replied, handing her his phone and letting her do whatever.
She was getting bored from staying in his office all day because mommy couldn’t watch her today, so daddy needed to take her to work with him.
He was on his computer, learning all the data from previous races, and everyone was minding their own business.
For her age, she basically knows how to use it. It's amazing what a kid can learn at such an age.
After a few minutes, she finds the TikTok app and starts scrolling. She suddenly giggles when she sees a video compilation of her daddy laughing like an old man.
Lewis didn’t notice her giggling, thinking it was some cartoon video or whatever.
Then he sees another of her daddy getting caught being himself. She giggles louder than before, which now caught Lewis’ attention. He turns and looks next to her. ”What’s so funny, darling?” he leans closer to see the phone and sees it. ”Daddy is being silly,” she says. He smiles at her and gives her a pinch on the cheek.
”Oh yeah? You think daddy was being silly.”
”Aw!” She pulls away his hand and sticks out her tongue.
He continues watching with his daughter who’s now completely distracted from work. She scrolls down and sees an edit of him from before and after.
“Why is your hair like that?”
”Cuz’ it's an interview I did a long time ago. I haven't grown my hair out yet.”
”Hmmm,” she says with dissatisfaction. ”What? Do you like my hair better now?”
”Well.. yeah,” she says, stating the obvious.
”Since when are you such a sassy pants?” he teases her, tickling her sides.
She giggles and squirms away. ”I’m not!!”
She scrolls again and comes across a thirst trap of him with the song "Pipes" by Christina Aguilera.
He snatches his phone back as fast as he can and turns it off.
”Ummm.. I think it's.. nap time,” he tries to ignore what just happened and not look all flustered. ”Mommy told me about that song, and I told her you were really good.”
”You think so, darling?”
”Yup,” emphasizing the “p.”
“Well, I’m actually writing a song about you.”
”I know..”
”How’d you know that?”
”Because I’m in the next room.”
”Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he laughs and apologizes for that.
Lewis takes his baby to the other room where the sofa was turned into a bed, where she can take her afternoon nap.
“I’m not sleepy,” she says sleepily while she rubs her eyes and yawns widely.
“Just lay down, baby. How about I sing to you?” he says.
“Okay, daddy,” she lays down and cuddles with her blanky.
After he got her to sleep, he gets to the table and sits at the desk with the computer next to the sofa bed. He was going to send you a message that your baby is finally sleeping. He forgot that he didn't close the TikTok app, and as he opens the phone, the thirst trap was playing, and he watches it.
He didn’t realize he was smiling while watching it and was on the phone for a couple of minutes. You, however, called him and ended his trance.
“Hey, beautiful. What's up?”
”Just wanted to know how you guys are doing. I hope she isn't much of a ruckus there...”He looks at his cute baby sleeping soundly.
”No, No. She’s been really good. She's sleeping right now. Actually, she’s been sleeping for...” he checks the time and realizes he’s been on TikTok for at least 30 minutes. ”Lewis?”
”She’s been asleep for 30 minutes now. Wow.”
”That’s good to know. I’ll see you guys later then. Love you!”
”Love you too, babe.”
He then ends the call and contemplates the situation. There's no way he just watched 30 minutes worth of TikTok edits of himself.
Damn.
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tapiocasaturn404 · 2 months
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Relationship to other members࿐ ྂ 🍓ɞ
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⤷ Effy and Bang Chan
SHIP NAME: Cheffy
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Lizzie☕(Mom)
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Chris🦘(Dad)
Effy and Chan know each other since their trainee days. They have danced together prior and also produced songs. Chan thinks that she has immense talent and fought for her to be the new 9th member of Stray Kids.
Effy and Bang Chan take on the roles of organizers and schedulers for the group. Because of that, they get called "Mom and Dad" by the other members.
They work seamlessly together, balancing each other's strengths to ensure the group functions smoothly.
He fully supports her in the decision to study alongside being an idol. Went to visit universities with her and they looked together at possible courses she could master in.
Very proud producer Chan when she told him she wants to major in music and science (to incorporate it into their production).
Effy becomes a source of comfort for Bang Chan, especially when he overworks himself. She does not scold him for staying too long at the studio or forgetting to eat, instead she will just stop by and bring his favourite food to eat with him. Will give him shoulder rubs and encourage him when he feels low. He is so so grateful to have her.
When Chan notices that Effy is stressed, he plans a day off for her and they spend it outside the dorm or the entertaiment. He also gives her extra breaks where they sit down and talk about what stresses her and how they can change that.
Lizzie often spends the night with him (and 3Racha) in the studio producing songs, especially when its shortly before a come back.
Effy tends to zone out when she is too tired and Chan is showing her something
"Sweetheart, Pay attention to me. Should we add that 808 or not?"
Chan affectionately calls Effy "sweethart."
Effy playfully calls Chan "oppa" .
Like any close relationship, they have occasional disagreements, often related to group decisions or creative choices.
However, even when they fight, they quickly make up afterwards.
Chan shows up at Effys room with her favourite snack or Effy just finishes all of Chans paperwork and hands it to him.
"Hey. Here is your paperwork. Finished. I am sorry for how I behaved earlier today Chris"
He will smile at her, accepting the apology and pull her close to his chest.
"It´s okay sweetheart. I already forgot"
Effy and Chan have a collaborative playlist. It become the soundtrack of their shared moments, from late night drives and road trips to discussions about music.
Everyone says Chan gives the best hugs and to be honest Effy just can´t get enough of them.
Stays go crazy when Chris hugs Lizzie from behind.
Chan may give Effy a gentle forehead kiss when she is sleepy and falls asleep next to him when in the stuido or when they are spending their evening on the couch.
Carries her to bed and tucks her in.
Or gives her a quick kiss on the cheek when he is leaving to the studio and is in a rush.
"Oppa, taking care of you is not worrying too much. You're the best leader, but you're human too. Get some rest!"
"Alright, alright, "Mom". I'll take a break, but only because you said so."
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⤷ Effy and Lee Know
SHIP NAME: Minlee
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Menace 🙄
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Bully🤦🏻‍♀️
Minho was initially skeptical about having a girl join the group, especially given the close-knit brotherhood they had. He was strict and critical during Effy's early dance training, pushing her to prove herself.
"No, you´re doing that wrong. Aish, can´t you do anything right?"
Over time, Minho witnessed Effy's dedication and fast learning. He gained respect for her work ethic and talent, realizing that gender had no bearing on her ability to contribute to the group.
Despite their initial clashes, Minho and Effy developed a unique dynamic filled with bantering, teasing and (playful) bullying.
Effy teaches him english, since he is not as good at it. She teaches him british slang words and expressions, leaving the other members confused when they start talking in english.
"Hey Felix, uh, fancy a cuppa?"
Felix: *Confused in Australian*
The duo often goes shopping together, exchanging fashion tips and opinions. They also share a love for watching shows and not being able to go to sleep without at least clicking "Next" five times in a row.
Has made it his mission to disturb her while she studies. Whether through annoying questions or things on his phone that he shows her. At some point Effy becomes unfocused and annoyed by him and gets upset. He just grins because he has achieved his goal and leaves.
"Lino, can you just stop?! I´m seriously trying to concentrate!"
"What, I didn´t do anything kitten"
Minho calls Effy "kitten" as suggested by Stay (Stay = 👀). He said it once to her out of fun and Stays noticed that it make her blush. It became a constant nickname, adding a touch of sweetness to their dynamic.
Whenever Effy shows him affection through hugs or cuddles, he acts as if he is disgusted.
“If you're waiting for me to care, I hope you brought something to eat, 'cause it's gonna be a really long time“.
"Clingy, much huh?“.
However, when no one looks, Minho returns it. Often it is the way he rests his hand on her knee when they are sitting next to each other or his hand being on her lower back when walking. However not even he can resist pulling her into a bone crushing hug sometimes.
"Ah, let's go shopping this weekend. I need to make sure you don't ruin our group's image with questionable fashion choices"
"Whatever. But yeah, lets go shopping"
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⤷ Effy and Changbin
SHIP NAME: Changbeth
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Pilates Princess👑
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Gym Bro 🏅
Changbin was intrigued but slightly skeptical when Effy joined Stray Kids. He quickly noticed her determination and work ethic, especially in maintaining her fitness routine.
They got along quickly when they noticed that they go to the same gym. He works out and she does Pilates.
Effy admires Changbin's rap skills and initially took his critiques as an opportunity to learn and grow. She always tries to rap his parts but fails horribly. He teaches her how to do it right.
Effy likes to teach Changbin girl group dances when they have time between schedules. Whenever she learned a new dance from Itzy or Twice, she seeks him as her dance partner.
Changbin shows her how to play pool.
Simply steals all her books and revision sheets when he is of the opinion that she studies too much. Does not listen to her complaints
"But I have an exam next week!"
"You need breaks too, princess"
Princess and princess protector duo!!
He protects her at all costs. Shields her whenever they are walking through a crowd or at fansigns. Carries her when it started to rain suddenly and she is wearing heels or nice shoes. Will threaten everyone that that makes her feel uncomfortable.
If she gets hurt while working out he immediately worries.
“Ouch, that looked like it hurts. You okay, princess?“
“I’m okay, it’s just a scratch Binnie“
Effy becomes a confidante for Changbin, and he becomes a reliable pillar of support for her. Their dynamic evolves into a sibling-like relationship, where they can share their concerns, dreams, and daily experiences without judgment.
Changbin becomes Effy's personal pillow. No matter if it is while watching a movie or during a break after dancing. His broad shoulders become a comfortable resting spot for her.
"Oh, princess said you liked sour gummies , so I bought this for you"
“Binnie I’m so unmotivated today, can we go to the gym together?“ “Sure princess“
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⤷ Effy and Hyunjin
SHIP NAME: Lizjin
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Muse 💫
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Artist🎨
Effy appreciates Hyunjin's artistic talents and sees him as the "Artist" who brings her visions to life.
Her presence sparks his artistic imagination.
Hyunjin appreciates Effy's input on his drawings and welcomes her suggestions. He does not like input from everyone, but he feels like she always has the best ideas.
Will paint together and switch canvas every ten minutes. It ends in a disaster because Effy has no idea how to paint and creates the most weirldy looking faces.
"Ahh what have you done, you have disfigured him!"
"Well, no, it's just all a matter of interpretation-"
Hyunjin tries to teach her basic drawing anatomy but its hopeless.
They are the aesthetic duo!!
Productive time together is so important to them. Lizzie drags him with her to her unis library so she can study in peace (away from the boys in the dorm) and he sketches in the mean time/reads books about famous painters.
Taking pretty pictures while going on coffee or museum/art gallery dates together.
Effy and Hyunjin indulge in skincare routines together, sharing tips and trying out new products. It's a relaxing time for them to unwind. They do face masks when they go live and gossip about the newest scandals on the internet or about shows/movies they have watched.
Effy sometimes takes on the role of Hyunjin's hairstylist, experimenting with different hair colors and hairstyles (She gets scolded by the stylists the next day because the makeover did not fit into the look schedule).
Play fighting and tickling are common occurrences between them, adding a light-hearted and playful element to their relationship.
Effy comes to him when she feels drained and exhausted.
Rather than skinship, Hyunjin mostly offers words of encouragement, reminding Effy of her strengths and accomplishments. He emphasizes that struggles are a natural part of life and reassures her that he's there to support her through any challenges.
Hyunjin often affectionately pats Effy's head, especially when he wants to reassure or congratulate her.
Hyunjin is Effys dramatic counterpart.
Will whine and complain when she does not have time for him because she is busy with her schedule.
"But Muse, you promiseeedd"
Lizzie will buy him art supplies as reparation which leaves him satisfied.
Steals his hoodies and shirts. When Stays notice it, she just huffs and says something like
"He is the ambassador of Versace, a few shirts less wont hurt him"
"I brought you coffee!"
"Oh, good. Is it americano?"
"Yeah, Hyune. Otherwise you would send me back"
"Wanna go on a coffee date today, my Muse? I need some inspiration. Lets go to the new little Cafe that opened next to the company!"
"Yeah and after that we can visit the art gallery!"
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⤷ Effy and Jisung
SHIP NAME: Jiffy
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Owl 🦉
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Quokka🦦
British duo and chaotic duo
He is her certified british brother and keeps teaching him how to improve his accent to sound even more british.
"Yeah, but, you have to say it like that. Ah mate im so knackered"
Jisung and Effy often find themselves in humorous and mischievous situations. Jisung appreciates Effy's quick thinking and resourcefulness when they get into trouble.
Calls her Jagi/Jagiya
Calls him Hannie or Ji
Effy holds her "mom privilege" to bail Jisung out of trouble, especially when he's in hot water with Bang Chan. Jisung playfully complains but secretly relies on Effy's rescue missions.
“Uhhh Jagi, we have a problem“
“No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one“
Jisung and Effy have established anime marathon nights, where they binge-watch their favorite series together. The shared enthusiasm for the characters and storylines becomes a bonding experience.
Effy and Jisung's love for horror movies leads to amusing reactions. Jisung, pretending to be brave, ends up jumping at the scary scenes, and Effy can't help but tease him mercilessly.
"Who is the brave one now, huh?“
Will eventually scare him at night.
Whenever Effy is sad Jisung does his Doraemon voice impression. She always has to laugh because she thinks it is so cute and it maker her sadness dissappear in seconds.
Effy bakes cheescake for them to eat it while watching movies. She often tries different variations, e.g. strawberry cheescakes and makes Han try it.
They go on winter strolls together when snow fell. Almost always building a snow man or having a snow ball fight, which ends up into them wrestling each other in the snow.
They would come home totaly frozen and shivering. When they changed they quickly cuddle up under a blanket on the couch to heat themselves up and start watching something on TV while drinking hot chocolate.
Effy likes to show her affection to Jisung thrugh squishing his cheeks together or hugging him.
He, too, shows his affection through skinship. He plays with her hair when she is nervous to calm her down.
Tries new hairstyles on her when she is studying. Braids her hair, decorates it with little colorfull hair clips or just plays with it to help her stay focused.
“Jagi your hair is so soft“
Rubs her back when she needs encouragement. Holds her hand when they go through crowds.
“Hold on tight so we don’t get lost, okay Jagi?“
"Mom, Chan's giving me that 'disappointed dad' look again. Any chance you could save me from another lecture?"
"Ahh, Ji, you're lucky to have me. But seriously, what did you do this time?!?!"
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⤷ Effy and Felix
SHIP NAME: Efflix
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: My rainy day ☔
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: My sunshine ☀️
When they first met, they instantly clicked. Felix feels an instant connection with Effy
Like sunshine breaking through the clouds
He cherishes the warmth and positivity she brings into his life.
Says she is like a rainy summer day
In the beginning, Felix found Korean to be a challenging language to grasp. Effy had the same problem.
They talk most of the time in english because it just became a habit.
They enjoy baking together. Most of the time, they are making Felix famous brownies.
They try other recipes too like pastries or cakes.
Felix tries introducing Lizzie to of League of Legends and Genshin Impact.
He explaines the intricate mechanics, strategies, and lore behind these games.
However Effy enjoys more quiet games like Minecraft and Animal Crossing.
They decided to compromise and make gaming "date" nights.
Felix patiently taught Lizzie the basics of League of Legends, emphasizing teamwork and strategy.
On the flip side, Lizzie forced the charm of Animal Crossing onto Felix, trying to teach him how to farm Tarantulas and Scorpions to sell.
Whenever Felix feels sad or everything just gets overwhelming, he comes to Lizzie.
Will probably silently just hug her and burst out into tears.
Lizzie does not want to pressure him into talking or anything, so she just comforts him.
"Take your time, Lixie. It is okay, I’m here"
There are nights when Effy finds herself tossing and turning, unable to find the solace of sleep.
Knowing she can always turn to Felix, Effy often quietly slips into his room.
Might just state a simple "Can't sleep," and Felix responds with a comforting and sleepy smile.
Will scoot over immediately for her to slip under the blanket and gently rubs her back or soothingly strokes her hair.
Holds her in his arms for the whole night.
Warms her up. Sometimes he sings to her quietly if she can’t fall asleep again.
"Why cant you sleep honey, hm? Tell me about it“
“Is this calming you down? Should I stop?“
Their "love language" is skinship.
Their close-knit relationship often sparks rumors among Stays, constanly speculating if they are dating or not.
Lizzie quickly debunks any dating rumors that circulate. She clarifies that their affectionate interactions stem from a deep friendship and a shared understanding.
Effy finds comfort and security in physical contact. She can count herself happy that Felix is the same.
Sends her sweet messages throughout the day
"Hey honey. I hope you have a great day! I baked brownies and saved some for you. Did you eat enough today?"
Scolds Felix because he spends too much time on TikTok. He is like one of those 12 year old boys.
He forces her to do TikToks with him and spams her with videos that are funny (in his opinion).
"Yah, Yongbok stop sending me that unfunny TikToks I beg you"
"Only if you promise we can play Genshin tonight, pleaseeee"
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⤷ Effy and Seungmin
SHIP NAME: Seungbeth
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Ms. Sensitive ✨
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Meanie 🤚🏻
Was the first one she met (besides Chan). She couldn’t find their record studio and asked him for the way. He looked at her weirdly and asked what she want to do there. She explained that she is joining the group. Somehow he did not get the memo that there will be a new 9th member and had to call Chris to confirm.
Seungmin is meanie number two!! Teases Effy in a different way than Minho but certainly knows how to push her buttons (But it's all in good fun).
At first Lizzie thought he was serious about it, but quickly noticed that he did not mean it in a bad way at all. Effy decided to turn the tables and engage in some teasing of her own.
“I‘m too old to keep up with this shit“
“Then die, Grandpa“
Seungmin helps Effy with singing and training her voice. When she first joined Stray Kids, they spent hours and hours in the recording room practicing. He teached her different techniques and always was patient with her. From time to time she manages to sing his high notes, making him proud.
Effy and Seungmin are in charge of making breakfast at the dorm. Whether they’re making pancakes, eggs, or avocado toast, the kitchen is always filled with laughter and the delicious aroma of breakfast.
Earning praise from the other members for it like
"Ahh its sooo delicious, you’re treating us so well!“
While Effy takes charge of the creativity in the kitchen, Seungmin ensures everything is spotless afterwards. He is the most clean member and it shows. Effy might experiment with new recipes, and Seungmin is there to assist.
Seungmin always tries to get Effy to like baseball. Seungmin takes the time to explain the rules, strategies, and the excitement of the game to Effy. However, most of the times she will just sit there confused and proceed to ask him what they are doing.
“Huh? Why is he running now, I thought he was supposed to hit the ball!“
When Lizzie is studying, Seungmin might make some snippy remarks about it.
“Why are you even trying? Its not like you have a brain“
“Were you dropped on your head as a child? Even a second grader could understand it!“
But will bring her snacks, water, a blanket or coffee without being asked and make not a comment about it. Keeps Effy energized and comfortable while studying. It's his way of showing car.
Seungmin, while not as openly affectionate as some of the other members, has his own subtle and caring ways of showing how much he adores he.
Occasionally holds Effy by the waist when they are on stage/she is singing and gets a little anxious about messing up.
Recognizing when Effy is stressed or tense, Seungmin gives her gentle shoulder rubs.
“Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither.“
“You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off?“
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⤷ Effy and I.N.
SHIP NAME: Effyin
HAS HER SAVED IN HIS PHONE AS: Maknae Noona 🐞
HAS HIM SAVED IN HER PHONE AS: Desert Fox🦊🌵
When Effy first joined Stray Kids, there were several cultural differences and the new environment posed a challenge for her to fully acclimate to the group.
It was Jeongin, the youngest member who took it upon himself to ensure Effy felt welcomed and comfortable.
He said that in some way she also was a Maknae, even if she is older than him.
"I´ll just call you Maknae Noona, how does that sound?"
Jeongin became her unofficial orientation guide. He showed her around the dorm, introduced her to the members, and explained the group's dynamics.
Jeongin organized team-building activities within the group.
Whether it was playing games or going out.
These activities helped Effy integrate.
Lizzie and Jeongin have a mother-son relationship.
When Effy and Chris are fighting, he sends messages to the groupchat like
"Attention! Stay away from the dorm, Mom and Dad are fighting again!"
Jeongin finds comfort in confiding in Effy about his concerns and experiences. Whether it's about the pressures of being the maknae or personal matters, Effy becomes a trusted confidante.
"Innie, your dancing has improved so much. You have nothing to worry about okay?"
Both being music enthusiasts, Effy and Jeongin enjoy exploring record shops together, discovering new albums and sharing their favorite tracks.
Everywhere IN goes, a series of trips and stumbles follow him.
Effy has become a pro at predicting when he's about to take a tumble and subtly offers a helping hand.
"You´re more zombie than human the way you run against everything"
Effy and Jeongin often indulge in late-night mukbang sessions on vlive, trying out various snacks and sharing their favorites.
Jeongin tends to get excited about trying spicy foods, and Effy is always there with a glass of milk to save the day when he underestimates the heat.
"Ahhh Noona you were right it´s too hot it´s too hot!!!"
Thinks Effy is cute when she is angry and teases her with it.
"You´re cute when youre angry"
"Ohh so you think I´m cute when I´m angry? Well get ready because I´m about to be gorgeous!"
IN is the one who wakes up first in the dorm and obviously needs to disturb Effys sleep.
Will go to her room and play loud music until she wakes up.
If that does not work, he will start jumping on her bed.
"Innie I swear! Go away! Let me sleep in peace"
Eventually will lay down with her, softly talk and caress her face while she is half asleep.
"What did you dream last night? I had a dream where I was floating in a sea of bubble tea!"
"Noona, I heard there's a new escape room in town. Let's give it a try! Pleaseee"
"We'll escape in record time!"
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PINEY THE PINE MARTEN TAKES THE STAGE!
So this started out as just a simple fast sketch and then I forgot it was supposed to stay a quick sketch and I turned it into a full illustration hgdsjkfds
But I'm happy to introduce Piney (pronounced "Penny) the Pine Marten, my FNAF Security Breach OC. She's a performer who specializes in bringing energy and a master of dancing. Her hair and the little skirt tips on the end of her body change depending on the song being performed.
I want to make more stuff with her so I hope your ready to see more of her!!
And I wanna show her finished look off to my homies!! @stark-alchemy @rynekins @lucario335 @punny0verlord @eyenaku @sleepy-kam1 @nanako-riri
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lou-struck · 1 year
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Shaping Hearts
Osamu Miya x reader
~ Onigiri Miya has a line out the door, but it's owners thoughts are elsewhere.
WC: 1.1K+
a/n: This was a WIP i forgot about posting for Valentines Day...oops
Onigiri Miya seems to be trending on Instagram…again.
When you first set up your boyfriend’s restaurant on social media, you did it just to help him get the word out a bit more and maybe get featured on a few food bloggers' websites, but now thanks to 90% Osamu’s fantastic cooking and about 10% his gorgeousness. The page has gained thousands of followers.
Curiously, check some of the most recent tagged posts and see that Osmau’s usually pristine triangular rice balls are shaped into plump little hearts.
“Cute,” you murmur as you scroll through the pages of aesthetically pleasing rice ball pics. It’s a nice little change for the holiday, but you are confused as to why Osamu hadn’t told you about his little plan earlier, especially since you could’ve made a promo post about it on the account.
But as your cab driver pulls in front of the beloved restaurant, the long line that stems out the door and around the block tells you that Osamu is more than busy enough today.
You pay your cab fare and walk towards the front door of the restaurant past the groups of young people who, from the conversations they are having amongst themselves, are there for much more than the food.
You hear a few people grumbling about how you are walking past the line, but you continue onwards.
Pushing open the doors you slip into the restaurant and feel the warmth of the heating system on your skin. You pass the full tables of people eating their heart shaped onigiri's and talking amongst themselves. Everything feels so homey it warms your heart. This is exactly what Osamu had dreamed of when he first opened Onigiri Miya.
Making your way to the kitchen you open the door slowly so you don't startle your boyfriend. Who is hunched over one of the prep tables, a steaming bowl of rice and a tray of fillings on either side of him.
He scans the tickets as they come in shaping the rice balls and stuffing them with care and smoothing out the little heart shape before sending them off to the pickup counter, despite the crowd his eyes are lidded and he his lips are upturned in a soft smile.
His motions are fluid and practiced, and he softly sings along to the cheesy love song on the radio as he works, Knowing he is in the zone you take the opportunity to surprise him.
“Hey Samu,” you say, sneaking behind the counter and wrapping your arms around his beefy muscles.
“Hey darlin’,” he says shooting you a sleepy smile. “What brings you here? Didn’t ya have plans?”
Nuzzling deeper into his arms you feel the softness of his soft t-shirt on your skin. “I guess I missed you,” you hum, noticing the way his shoulder slump in relaxation. “And we just met for some drinks,”
“Drinks?” he parrots. "It's a bit early for that isn't it?"
"Nope, its after five." you say watching the cute look of confusion on his face.
He curses under his breath and turns his head a bit to glance up at the clock, his tired eyes making out the placement of the tiny hands and shakes his head “There’s no way it’s that late.”
You raise a brow in concern “What time did you think it was?"
He shrugs, "I dunno, it felt like I was still in the lunch rush. I haven't had time to take a breather since I was on the phone with ya.”
"You do have quite the crowd out there." you say giving his shoulder a little squeeze. "Probably because of the little promotion you are doing today."
“Promotion?” he asks, letting that adorable look of confusion take over his features.
You nod, "Yeah, the heart-shaped onigiri you have been making, they are all over Instagram today." you explain gesturing to the tray of little rice hearts on the table.
A pink flush covers his cheeks as he stares down at the balls picking one up carefully. “I-i didn't realize they were hearts.” he mumbles.
Your eyes widen a bit as you look at the man in front of you. "But you have made hundreds of them today, how could you not know?”
He lets out a little chuckle and brings the tray to the counter. "I just...you know... get into the zone when m' cookin."
“Yea, but you’ve never made hearts before.” you tease “What exactly were you thinking about in,” you lift your hands and make little air quotes with your fingers. “‘the zone’”
“Someone special,” he smirks, placing his on your waist and pulling you into his chest and peppering your neck with gentle kisses that tickle your skin. “
Turning your head, his kisses come to land softly on your lips and you smile. “I guess you missed me, too Samu.”
“Obviously,” he grins, his teeth graze his bottom lip and his eyes stare down at you hungrily. Looking all too ready to spend the dinner rush lip locked with you.
And you would’ve let him.
“H-hey, Mr. Miya,” one of the servers stammers from the window, “how are we doing on those tickets?”
“ shit, “he sighs, glancing out of the corner of his eyes to see the influx of tickets that keep getting sent to the kitchen and the line that stretches out the door of the restaurant and around the corner. “I guess I gotta finish these off."
“Probably,” your murmur internally cursing to yourself as he pulls away. “ The only thing worse than a crowd is a hungry crowd.“
“Ya got that right.” He smiles, taking a ticket off the line and scanning its contents. “The sooner I fill these orders, the sooner I get to spend some time alone with ya.”
“What can I do to make that happen sooner?” you ask tilting your head to the side.
“How about you give me a kiss every time I finish a ticket?" he asks, giving you that little lopsided smile that never fails to send butterflies into your stomach.
Glancing at the dozens of tickets that your boyfriend has to go through you nod thinking it sounds like a pretty sweet deal. “I-i can do that.”
“Good, M’ countin on ya.” he smiles and slides a heart shaped onigiri over to you. "Here’s a little somethin to keep yer energy up. We’ve got a long shift ahead of us.
You take a bite of the cute little rice ball with a grateful smile, "It's so good Samu," you beam "I don't know if it's the heart shape, but I can definetly taste the love."
"It's all cause of you darlin'" he smiles "I rice ball ya."
"I rice ball you too," you grin at his corniness and take another bite. And as you feel the love it was cooked with dance on your tongue you prepare to help your boyfriend complete order after order.
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Happy Birthday Rose Lacroix!
Except, don't shout it too loud, birthday girl is sleepy. Let's do the usual birthday analysis and song associations, but be quiet, she wants her sleep.
(Still her birthday in my time zone I win)
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-Rose's backstory is revealed in Episode 5 of CH 2. Her family was poor, and to help with the financial situation, Rose started forging artwork. Thanks to her photographic memory and natural talent, she made a lot of money. However, at one point when she was 15, one of her clients left a trail leading back to her, and now she had to pay back ten times as much as she'd made, which was millions of dollars, for her actions. This would have ruined her family, of course.
-However, a philantropic organization named the Spurling Foundation, led by Richard Spurling, offered to pay her fines and clear her charges. The condition for this to happen was that any painting Rose made from that point onward would belong to the Foundation.
-Rose saw herself forced to take the deal, but it haunts her. She's extremely upset about not owning any of her art, of course, and so any time she makes an original painting, she makes sure to then cover it in black paint so as to not make anything for the Spurling Foundation without being asked. She doesn't regret the deal by her own admission, but she's not exactly happy with her life.
-This brings us to one of the main themes of Rose's narrative, which also happens to be one of the main themes of DRDT. The ability (or in this case, inability) to change and let go of the past. Rose is stuck paying back for the mistakes of her past for the foreseeable future. It's even expressed in her character design; her clothes are stained with paint, as her life is stained by the mistakes of her past. Her photographic memory, which allows her to perfectly recall anything she's ever seen to the tiniest detail, is another expression of the inability to let go of the past. The lack of change is also referenced in her secret quote: "In the end, the only thing I can do is watch my wretched life go on."
-Going back to her memory, while Rose has a flawless memory of everything she sees (see: noticing one sixteenth of an inch difference in her height), remembering things other people say isn't easy for her. She even forgot J's name that one time.
-Her memory situation is even referenced in the quote on Mai's page attached to Rose: "She remembers everything that is important to others."
-Speaking of J, according to Recap Foil Theory, J is a narrative foil to Rose. While J was born into wealth, her home life was still so terrible she wants nothing more than to separate herself from it. Meanwhile, Rose was born into poverty but (from what we see at least) loves her family, and while she's not happy with her situation, she seems to have accepted she can't run from her past. That's just the surface level stuff, there is definitely more to analyze there.
-Rose has admitted to having nightmares as a result of her memory, since reality, memory and dream tends to blur together in her mind. It's part of why she chose not to look at the second chapter crime scene.
-She has numeral II (2) in the David MV, connected to the phrase "Ego cogito ego (turbatus) sum".
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This is a play on the phrase "I think therefore I am" (Ego cogito ergo sum), a phrase which implies the only thing we can be truly sure of is our own consciousness, which fits the aforementioned "nightmares and reality mixing together" thing.
However, the addition of 'turbatus' changes the meaning to something closer to "I think, therefore I am disturbed", which also fits how horrifying Rose's thoughts can be.
-According to some (read: mine) versions of color theory, she gets the word "world" in the David MV.
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Because... you know what just go to the 2:25:03 time stamp of this video I made I am not talking about this fucking MV any more than I have to.
-She can do a pull-up, but only if there's grippy tape on the pull-up bar. She strong :O
-Her birthday (November 29th) falls on Electronic Greetings Day, National Evan Day (???), and among other things, the International Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People. I know I don't talk much about this kind of stuff in my blogs, but Free Palestine.
Fun facts!
-As per her profile, she likes sleeping and dislikes conversation, though we already kinda knew that.
-She has two moms (Iris and Holly), an older sister (Daisy) and a younger brother (Saffron). Yes they’re all named after flowers.
-Like most DRDT characters, she's American, right-handed, has no confirmed sexuality, and her hair color is natural.
-She smells like paint and chemicals.
-She likes "food that is filling (because she often forgets to eat)." :(
-She prefers wearing clothes which are eccentric and colorful, but not delicate.
-Her favorite ice cream flavor is red velvet.
-Her favorite color is lilac because she likes subdued colors. She doesn't have a least favorite color because they're all useful in the right situations.
Songs!
+Exorcism by CreepP
+Echo by Crusher-P
+Those Who Carried On by Ghost & Pals (fun fact, according to Spotify Wrapped I was part of the 0,1% most frequent listeners of Ghost & Pals, with 6531 minutes of play time. So a normal amount)
+In Iolite by Ghost & Pals (I don'y know if I've mentioned it, but this might be my favorite song ever if you're curious)
+DEATHBODY by Ghost & Pals (or it’s this one. One of the two)
+Marionette by KIRA
+End-World Normopathy by Ghost & Pals
+Two of a Kind by Ghost & Pals (okay I'm seeing why I'm top 0,1% for them lol)
+Dune/Sand Planet by HACHI
+Hyperdontia by Ghost & Pals (Reason: Memories theming go brr)
+The Dream Granter by Vane Lily (if you twist the story a bit it kinda fits with the singer being Spurling)
+Entomologists by Ghost & Pals (vibes)
+Piece of Art by KIRA (vibes and title, the actual lyrics don't have much to do with anything)
And Happy Birthday! A capella please, we don't want to make too much noise. Take care!
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I'm very sorry Crow Anon. I did steal our brain cell, I couldn't remember how to clean my clothes and needed big brain power. ÒWÓ
👉👈 I give it back, I promise.
But, Pris I have an ask for you, that may cheer you up!!
How do you think taking care of the batboys (separately) after they got their wisdom tooth taken out, would go??!
I think it would be funny, snice they're chaotic on their own. Without any drugs in their system.
(Alfred definitely banned Dick "Its faster if I jump out the window to the floor balcony under me" Grayson from drinking caffeine until he was an adult).
- OwO
As someone who’s gotten their wisdom teeth removed quite recently I’d say I’m capable of answering this ask. Each of these scenarios has a bit from my experience ok? so—
Jason would be the type to just want to nap. Even when you successfully got him in the car to take him home all he was doing was saying how he wanted to nap but ong he never even tries to close his eyes to sleep once. After you both get home and you help him into bed the first thing he does after you change his gauze is crash. Which makes things difficult for you because now you have to undress his limp body and move it so that he's not laying down completely so that he doesn't accidentally choke since he's still rather numb. When he wakes up he's sad about the food he can't eat so he tries not to for as long as he can. Overall a very sleepy guy after getting his wisdom teeth removed.
Dick is so chaotic off the bat. Even when they were wheeling him out to the car you could tell that he was gonna be a handful. Tried to call everyone on his phone and when that failed he resorted to carpool karaoke. You tried to get him to stop since he shouldn't try talking but he just wouldn't shut up. Once you got home and tried to get him into bed he'd just be laughing at your struggle which would just make you struggle more since he'd be even harder to move while laughing. Because of the laughter he bleeds all over the floors and his shirt which he only laughs harder at. Similar to Jason kinda because once you replace his gauze he's out like a light, and finally you have a moment of silence for the time being. (this entire paragraph was just my experience and I'm not even joking LMFAO)
Tim would probably be almost the most tame, he'd be very sleepy and would start to mumble about tech he's working on. He'd ask you questions about designs and such and you'd just have to remind him to sit still and try not to talk much. Overall a sweetheart, he listens to you and doesn't try and talk while you're switching out his gauze. He sleeps, wakes up, and eats jello all day. The least of your problems honestly.
Damian would be quiet at first...too quiet, then comes the complaining. He'd be annoyed that he was in pain and numb at the same time??? Makes a song about the pain. You have to stop him from biting his lips because he's numb and is probably biting way harder than he realizes. After getting him home and changing his gauze he's very vocal about his hunger and is sad that he can't have normal food, but he likes the chocolate pudding so it's bittersweet for him. After his numbing wares off some and the pain starts hitting he's even more complainy- especially since he did bite his lip too hard and now it's bleeding which neither of you noticed until then. He's fine if you can get him to stop complaining though.
( I’m so so sorry this took me a minute to answer yesterday I woke up and my day went to shit and stuff happened and I had a mental breakdown and forgot all about this message! )
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dolli-is-me · 5 months
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Heyy
How did u revise your past grades ...and how much time it took ?
I want to revise all of my grades too
HIYA LOVE 💗
ooo that's a great question! I'll go into the most fullest details for you 💗
Backstory: so I remember, back in middle school, I was grieving over the fact I didn't do good in my midterm exams, considering the fact my parents were strict at that time, I was anxious and worried, however, on the last day of answering the exam, we were told to come tomorrow for the exam results.
I can't tell you much how this made me so scared and worried, this meant I only had half a day left to manifest a new change of grades, but thank God, I didn't let that thought stop me, I'm going to tell you again, manifesting on a time crunch is absolutely possible and really easy
How I did it: I came back home from the last day of the exam, still thinking about tomorrow, that's when I stopped myself, and did an experiment, I grabbed my headphones, then played this subliminal on loop for hours and hours, and of course I took breaks, I played songs over it and vibed over it, acted like I already got my good grades, it sounded hard to act like your grades are all good when you feel the nagging of the past telling you that it's not true, but it was easy, I forgot everything and jammed to the song, busied myself, continued to listen to the music with the subliminal.
Now here is what I did next, when nighttime came, I laid on my bed and read some book, until I became so sleepy, I was super sleepy, on the verge of passing out I mean, putting my book down and I started to command my subconscious mind almost unconsciously, I just repeated to myself over and over "ohhh wow, the fact my grades are all so high? I'm truly a genius" or saying "my subconscious mind already knows all of my exam papers have the right answers on them", so I slept with that idea, and honestly, I slept soundly, didn't let the nagging take my comfort away.
Results: when I woke up, I felt refreshed, and actually for once, I wasn't worried? It felt natural, after going to school and getting my grades, my mouth was literally about to fall from seeing the exam papers that are graded back in my hands, listen, I wasn't surprised by the grades, but literally by the answers, there were answers I didn't wrote it that way??? Yet it was my handwriting???! This made me completely have faith in my subconscious mind, because the answers that I gave back in my old reality was different from the answers that was written on this paper, I aced every one of my exams
So yeah! That's all it! Hope you get the idea love 💗, and trust me, it's the most easiest thing ever, you can do this 💗
(p.s// the subliminal I linked is a reupload from the original)
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