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devildom-moss · 9 months

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Could I request for Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub accidentally make GN!MC cried because he was having a bad day? He felt worse & cried from the guilt because they're just trying to comfort him!

Okay, this one took a while (both to write and respond to), but I hope you enjoy it. I took a slightly different approach for how each one might make MC cry.

Accidentally making gn!MC cry when they try to comfort him (Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Beelzebub)

(Mammon x gn!MC) (Leviathan x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Beelzebub x gn!MC)

(SFW, slightly suggestive for Asmo and Beel)

(warning: angst, mentions of mild self-harming actions for Levi and Satan - nothing too graphic or severe)

Word Count: +3900

Mammon

Mammon was on a losing streak – and it wasn’t just at the casino. Another witch came calling for him again, and that took up a good portion of his weekend – during which you spent an entire day watching movies at Purgatory Hall. And who knows what else you got up to over there with that shady sorcerer. He failed his last Devildom Law exam as well as a practical quiz in Curses and Hexes that literally blew up in his face, got strung up by Lucifer because of it, was late to his last class by the time he finally got himself down, and then received detention for it. And then, because he got detention, he had to cancel his plans with you after school. Even worse, immediately after he canceled, Asmo came up to ask you to go shopping with him, and you said yes. Sure, he had to cancel, and it wasn’t fair to control your day, but he was still kind of mad about it. He was annoyed by all of it.

He had been looking forward to your date all week. It was the one thing that was getting him through the terrible past few days. Still, as he sat there in detention with some random demon heckling him about being a broke loser from the other side of the classroom door, Mammon tried to get through it with the hope of seeing your face when he stepped into the entryway. Maybe you would hold him until all that stress and anger disappeared.

That didn’t happen. In fact, you arrived well over an hour after Mammon returned from detention. He had an hour to stew in his negativity – to grow cold and irritable. When you finally returned and went directly to his room, his words were laced in bitter annoyance.

“Why are you so late?” He was clearly in a bad mood; his arms were crossed defensively over his chest as he sat on his couch. Had you minded him a bit closer, maybe you would have realized that his posture was trying to tell you that he couldn’t handle a single strike more to his heart. A leaf caught in the wind could hit him, and he would crumble. All he could do was fight back now.

“Sorry,” you apologized with a half-smile, “Asmo got a bit carried away, and then I dragged him to another store so I could buy you this.”

You set a putrid pineapple slush with devil crush mango jelly on the table in front of him. Great. Now he felt bad that he was so cold to you. He didn’t reach out for the drink. What was he supposed to do now? Caught up in his slow-cooked irritability, the only thing Mammon could think to do was double down in the face of that guilt.

“Go away,” he sighed, “just crawl into bed with Asmo or Solomon.”

“Mammon. That’s not fair.”

“Why do I always have to be fucking fair?” he snapped. Mammon realized he was in the wrong. That realization only cemented when he looked up and saw that your eyes were wide and damp.

It was a combination of frustration that you couldn’t cheer him up and shock. Mammon had never yelled at you like this before. Usually, the only time he raised his voice at you was because you were embarrassing him. How did you mess up cheering him up so badly?

Mammon swallowed hard and rushed to his feet – nearly stumbling over the table so he could close the distance between you two.

“Hey, c’mere. Can I hold ya?” His hands hovered over your body, awaiting your consent.

When you nodded, he pulled you in tight. The second he had you in his arms, he started to cry, too – but even worse. The tears streamed down his cheeks. Maybe he had dammed those tears up all week or maybe he just couldn’t stand that he had upset you. Either way, all he wanted now was for you to feel better. He awkwardly walked you back towards the couch and pulled you onto his sofa with him.

“I’m so sorry,” Mammon played with your hair – whether it was to soothe you or himself, he wasn’t sure.

He was determined to hold you for as long as you would let him. Guilt-ridden apologies were whispered against your skin periodically through the tears. You stopped crying much quicker than Mammon, but once he was all cried-out, he loosened his grip just enough to look you in the eyes.

“Ya know, yer way too good to me,” he admitted affectionately, half-ashamed and half-grateful. Please shut him up and kiss him.

Leviathan

Levi has a lot of bad days, especially compared to his brothers, but he really hasn’t mastered how to balance his usual coping mechanisms of holing himself up in his room and gaming until he forgets who he is with being around anyone. He wants to be able to let you in when he’s had a bad day, but he’s not there yet. So, when he had an anxiety-filled day that just seemed to get worse and worse no matter what he did (and probably because of his actions), he rushed back to his room as soon as he could to hide.

His brain kept telling him how everything he did ruined his day. He should never step foot outside of his room again. No. He knew that wasn’t true. He just needed to drown those thoughts and feelings out with loud music until they passed. Levi aggressively blasted pop music from his favorite idols in his headphones while his body went comatose in his bathtub. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at his jellyfish. (Are those things lights or holograms or just magic jellyfish that float around his room and somehow haven’t hurt anyone yet? Either way, I love them.)

It took a few seconds for Levi to even register that you had entered his room – without the password, he might add. Once he noticed, he slipped into his demon form, hissing at you, forked tongue flicking out, and shrank back as if he was attempting to retreat further into his tub. His full defense mode was activated.

He didn’t attempt to remove his headphones, so he couldn’t hear a word you said as you offered him a Ruri-chan themed snack and asked to game with him until he felt better. You told him that you had noticed he was having a rough day, and you wanted to help, but it didn’t click. He just wanted you to leave, but the Ruri-chan snack bag caught his attention.

He lunged at you to get the snack and accidentally scratched your hand in his haste. He didn’t hear the light “ouch” that left your lips, but he saw you pull your hand back and stare at him with those sad eyes. When he looked down at your reddening hand that you were clasping close to your body, he realized.

“M-MC!” Levi forced his headphones down around his neck. Apologies left his mouth rapidly, and you could tell that he was starting to spiral into a pit of self-loathing. “I’m the absolute worst. I’m a monster. So stupid! I ruin everything! I even hurt the one person foolish enough to want to hang out with me. I’m such a loser.”

Levi started to hit his temples just below his horns with the palms of his hands, and his tail whipped up around his arm. You could tell he was constricting around his arm; his hand started to turn purple. It was hard to watch him, and you teared up, rushing to his side.

“Stop, Levi, baby, stop. You’re okay. I’m okay.” Seeing your eyes wet with tears only made him feel worse.

You had to pin him down to get him to stop spiraling. His tail released his arm and the color slowly returned to normal, but Levi didn’t stop crying. He looked so guilty and ashamed; his eyes were wet, and his face was flushed pink.

“It was an accident, baby,” you reminded him, “you need to forgive yourself.”

“B-but y-you were trying to help a-a-and I hurt you.”

You sat him up and rubbed his back gently. “Shhh, baby. Don’t worry about that right now. Just focus on me for a few minutes. Can you take a deep breath?”

When he’s calmed down, you can discuss how to approach him after a bad day and figure out a better system for helping him cope in the future – even if that means leaving him alone for a few hours. However, for now, he just needed you to hold him and bring him back from the edge.

Satan

Satan has gotten a lot better at containing his anger, but he hasn’t gotten the releasing the anger part down, yet. By the time he got home that day, he was hyper-irritated – some inflated battery waiting to explode and set the house aflame – a hazard unknowingly waiting to be provoked. He tried to lose himself in a book, but he couldn’t focus. Still, he can’t get himself to stop trying the same failing technique. Madness, really.

When you snuck into his room, snaked your arms around his neck, and buried your face against his skin, the deep, angry growl that escaped him wasn’t what you expected.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snarled.

“It’s a hug.” Usually, he enjoyed your hugs, but maybe now wasn’t a good time. You let him go. “You’ve been tense all day. Is there something I can do to help you?”

“You can leave.”

“Are you sure? Maybe I could bring you some tea?” You wanted to help him somehow. After all, you were the best equipped to help Satan calm down when he was upset. His brothers were kind of useless in that department.

“I don’t want to see you.”

“But–” Ouch, that kind of hurt. “Can’t I do anything?”

Satan sighed and set his book down. He didn’t even mark his page. He hadn’t made any progress. “Have you always been this annoying or are you spending too much time with Mammon?”

“Satan,” you spoke firmly, trying to bring him back to himself.

“Get out.” It was if he wanted to spit poison in your direction. The rage in his eyes was truly frightening.

You bit your lip and decided to leave. The regret flooded over him as soon as you left his sight. Shit, he cursed and wrapped his tail around his leg, tightening it until it started to hurt. He felt awful about that look on your face.

He snuck off in the direction of your room, ashamed, and heard you crying quietly through the door. He felt even worse now. It didn’t matter how bad his day was, the last thing he wanted was to make you cry. You were one of the only people who bothered to check on him when he was in a bad mood. If he ruined that, he would be a bigger idiot than Mammon.

Satan knocked on your door softly and gave you a second to wipe the tears from your face before he entered. Before you could protest, Satan had crawled into your bed with you and curled up on your lap with his head resting on your thigh. He whispered a pitiful “sorry.” When you looked down at him, tears were streaming down Satan’s cheeks, falling onto your pants, and leaving damp spots. Maybe you were being too forgiving, but you couldn’t stay upset with him. You snaked your hand into his hair and pet him, receiving a low purr in response.

“It’s okay, Satan.”

“I didn’t mean to call you annoying or lash out at you,” he started timidly. “Today has been really hard. I can’t seem to soothe myself, but I still shouldn’t have done that. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You shouldn’t have,” you agreed, “but we can work on that. Satan, I want you to tell me when you’re having a hard time. You were holding on to your anger for a while, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe next time I can help before you reach a breaking point, okay?” You combed through his hair with your fingers. “We’ll get better at this. I promise.”

Satan ended up falling asleep in your lap that night.

Asmodeus

The only way he’s making you cry is if you cry seeing him having such a rough day. Asmo would sooner burn his wardrobe down to the ground than lash out at you.

Asmo is pretty expressive, and when he has a bad day, usually, he lets you in. Other than Leviathan, he’s most likely to cry in front of you. He’s so honest. There isn’t much that he feels he needs to hide from you. Which is why you were thrown off when you saw him sitting in the back of your Curses and Hexes class, uncharacteristically spacing out with a blank, almost hopeless look on his face. Maybe you could understand him staring off in the middle of a lecture, but class had ended a few minutes ago – after the professor handed back your recent report cards. You hadn’t noticed him at first. You were too busy thanking Solomon and Satan for all of their help in the last few weeks. It was because of them that you had gotten such high marks.

“Asmo, are you okay?” you asked, disturbing his trance. “Aren’t you going to head home?”

“Hm?” Asmo hummed. That blank face twisted into a bright grin. “Sorry, luv. I was just thinking about my next live stream. I can’t keep my adoring fans waiting much longer. Want to walk home with lil’ old me, hm~?”

“No can do today.” You offered him a disappointed smile. “I have to study with Solomon for a bit before going home. Do you . . .want to join?”

“No thanks, darlin’. I’ll just go back by myself today. Learn a lot, ‘kay?” Asmo gathered his things up quickly and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t miss me too much~”

“Yeah.” Something felt off. Asmo was already halfway to the door when you told him, “I’ll come see you when I get back.”

You weren’t even sure he had heard you. Maybe you were imagining it? It was hard to focus during your study session with Solomon. You even asked him if something seemed wrong with Asmo earlier today.

“No, I didn’t notice anything earlier, but I watched you say goodbye to him after class. It was definitely an unusual exchange. Maybe he got poor scores, and he was embarrassed to tell you?” Solomon offered up his opinion while he wrote ingredients out on the whiteboard. Solomon had known Asmo longer than you, he may be on to something.

“Actually, Solomon, can we call it early today?”

Solomon turned around, confused at first. When he saw the worry on your face, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed before turning around and erasing the whiteboard. “Yeah, go on. Check on our boy.”

“Thanks.” You packed up. “You’re my favorite human in the entire Devildom.”

It took Solomon a second to realize. The smile slipped from his lips. He wanted to say something, but you were already gone.

When you got home, you didn’t even drop your bag off before going to find Asmo. His door was open a crack, and you peeked in to see him, immobilized at the edge of his bed. He was just staring at the floor with the same look on his face as before.

“Asmo?” you called out to him as you entered his room. “You left the door open.”

Asmo greeted you with the same twisted up smile as before. This time, you knew there was something wrong. He was forcing that smile so hard that it seemed like his façade would break if you pushed him any further.

“’Course it was. I wanted to hear when you got home.” He was still forcing that smile.

“You were waiting for me?” You set your bag down at the door.

“You sure know how to keep a demon waiting,” Asmo teased. “Now where is my reward for waiting like such a good boy?”

Asmo was waiting for a kiss, so when you gently pet his head, the touch startled him. It was just enough to put a crack in his mask. He stared up at you – a deep pit of desperation filled to the brim with sweet honey and amber that you began to sink into. You plunged deeper. “What’s the matter, Asmo?”

He couldn’t look at you. Even as your hand softly played with his hair, he stared down, searching for the words. “I’m so stupid, MC. I am never going to be able to impress you with my intelligence – not like Satan and Solomon. I can’t even help you study. I’d just slow down your progress.”

“Asmo.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ve never worried about this before I met you, but now,” he paused, “I want to be better for you, but I tried really, really hard these past few weeks, and I’m still barely passing. How pathetic, right? I tried and failed. Meanwhile, Belphie sleeps through class and gets better scores than I do. I can’t keep up with you. You’re going to get bored of me.”

His voice broke, and that broke you. Tears rolled down your face and your trembling breath was the only morsel of sound untouched by an aggressive silence that swallowed every word in your throat. You wanted to say something to make him feel better, but all you could do was sit with his words.

Asmo heard your shaky breathing and looked up at you. You pulled your hand back and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Sorry.” You found one insignificant word to offer him. You knew you shouldn’t be the one crying when Asmo was the one in pain here, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Upon seeing you crying on his behalf, Asmo started to tear up too. Somehow, that said enough for him. His pain broke your heart, and that broke his heart. You were two fools who cared so deeply for each other that it would hurt sometimes.

Asmo pulled you in and kissed all over your face until you were both grinning again. A small fleck of sadness still lingered in Asmo’s eyes as he smiled at you, but he wasn’t hiding it anymore. That was enough.

“I won’t get bored of you.” You kissed him softly. “I promise.”

You could list off reasons to love him into the early hours of the night, but Asmo had no plans of letting you comfort him further.

“You always put me in such a good mood, luv. Allow me to return the favor, m’kay?” Asmo started to kiss down your neck. If he was going to make you cry, he would rather it be from pleasure.

Beelzebub

Truly bad days are rare for Beel. Usually, he finds a way to pick himself up – typically with food or comfort from you or his brothers. There are some days that just keep kicking him, and he doesn’t have the time or energy to fix it. Those days are especially tough if he starts to think about Lilith. On days when Beel feels as if he’s been emotionally pushed down an up escalator, tumbling consistently and too distracted by his prolonged fall to register the pain he’s accumulated until he finally reaches the ground, he becomes ravenously hungry – much worse than usual.

Beel uses food as a quick fix for emotional trouble, and the moment he finally arrived home, he knew he needed to eat. He began to scarf down half the kitchen. It wasn’t enough, but it was something.

You had seen how upset Beel seemed earlier, but he kept giving you the slip when you wanted to check on him all day. Now was finally your chance. You found him in the kitchen, hoping to comfort him about his bad day, but the moment you entered the kitchen, Beel snarled and bared his teeth at you. You flinched, but you understood that his actions were just a sign of his poor mood. A smarter human – or at least one who didn’t know that Beel was hopelessly in love with them – would have turned around and left him alone.

“How about I cook for you, Beel?” You smiled at him and grabbed a large stock pot before he could even nod at you. Nothing was better for comfort than soup.

You tried to make quick work of chopping ingredients, but Beel was getting impatient, lurking over you like an ominous shadow. His stomach growled in response to the smell filling the kitchen. Beel drooled slightly and let out a low growl in your ear. He didn’t realize how sexy he sounded, and you did your best to ignore him as you added a few more ingredients into the pot.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t ignore him any longer when he inched closer and bit down on your shoulder. You winced and pulled back – which was a bad idea because it only made his sharp teeth scrape against your skin.

“Beel! That hurt.” Your eyes started to water from a combination of the pain and a slight sense of betrayal. Beel had never bitten you so harshly just because he was hungry before. You never imagined he would, and the shock of it stung as much as – if not more than – your skin.

He shut his mouth tight and engulfed you in his arms, pulling you close and hiding his face against your body in shame. The shock hit him just as hard as it hit you. Beel never imagined he would hurt you. “MC, I’m so sorry, are you okay? I’m so, so sorry.”

You heard his voice break and felt his tears hit your other shoulder. He didn’t mean to. He never wanted to hurt you. You knew that.

“I’m fine, but we don’t bite like that, honey. What’s gotten into you?” You felt like you were scolding a pet.

“Long day. . . bad mood . . . extra hungry,” Beel mumbled against you, still overwhelmed with shame. He added on, with a different sense of shame overcoming him, “and you looked and smelled so good. I’m sorry.”

Beel took a minute to gather himself before he remembered that you must be in pain, and he was just standing there, holding you still. He let go to get a first aid kit from one of the cupboards. You could have cleaned it yourself, but the sad way he stared at you told you that he felt responsible for taking care of you. Gently, Beel cleaned the bite mark for you and covered it up before he placed a small kiss next to the bandage. “I’m really sorry, MC.”

You shook your head and pet him affectionately. You couldn’t stay mad at him. With a sigh, you grabbed a large bowl and poured half the pot of soup into it before setting it on the table for Beel. He restrained himself for a second before he dug in happily.

“I need you to tell me when you’re upset and ravenous. It’s good for me to know when I might become your meal, alright? And you didn’t bite that hard. If it was in different circumstances, I might have enjoyed it.”

Beel finished scarfing his soup, a faint pink blush appeared on his face as he stared at you.

“Do you feel better?” you asked.

“Yes, but I feel a different sort of hunger, now. You can bite me this time instead if you want.”

#ask #anon #requests #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #gn!mc #obey me short fic #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #I can't pick a favorite between these five. They actually all came out okay I think

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wrathful--artist · 9 months

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Getting Boba with Leon!

No particular version but i’ve only played RE2R so.. take that how you will ahha. I still suck at writing but I wanted to let this thought run wild

You off-handedly remark that, “god i’d die for some boba right now” while on the couch with Leon watching something random and uninteresting, there just for noise ya’know?

He turns to look at you with a look that just screams ‘what?’ before asking out loud to you;

“What’s boba?”

you turn to him with an incredulous look, like ‘huh???’. you swear you’ve talking about the miracle drink that is boba tea to leon at least once before.

you tell him that and he just shrugs, so you describe the drink and he gives a response like “sound weird, eh.”

so you decide something then and there-

“we’re gonna get boba together for our adventure of the day!!”

So you grab him and drag him to nearest boba/coffee shop and sit him at a table while going up to order some boba

You get two boba drinks, a sweet chocolate milk tea with chocolate boba and a blueberry fruit tea with rainbow boba and mango jellies in the shape of stars with luster dust (both of these are based on bobas from a boba cafe in my town!) so he can choose which one he likes better

you get to the table and put both drinks down with the straws “pick one!”

He takes a bit but he picks the chocolate one, and then tries to peel the top off

you stop him, obviously, and tell him that you’re supposed to poke a hole with the straw, you demonstrate with yours, using a moderate amount of strength you use the straw to poke the top

he watches and then tries it himself

unfortunately, he forgot his own strength and the drink splatters a bit on him and yourself

you both chuckle and he apologizes

after a bit you offer to trade drinks so he can try the fruit tea, he accepts and you swap drinks

you’re about ask him how he likes the fruit tea and you see he’s nearly finished it

“oh.” *chuckle*

you both finish your boba drinks and go back home, you’re content that you got to share something with leon and he seemed to like it :D

BONUS ART! (I did my best to make the reader gender neutral..)

#art #fanart #digital art #digital fanart #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy fanart #leon kennedy x reader #x reader #reader insert #self indulgence babey #self indulgent #boba tea #leon kennedy re2 #any version of him works lmao #fanfiction #imagine people following a blog for fanfic when they’re an artist #gender nuetral reader

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its-time-to-write · 8 months

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ch. 2 - hustling for the good life

table of contents only reason I had the courage to post this is bc I saw another post that was like “bby you can write whatever you want.” so I did.

dancing is a dangerous game

Natalie comes back with these fluffy silver slides. They’re ridiculously comfortable and you’re not sure how she managed to find them so quick, but hey, that’s Nat for you. Her mantra is, “Comfort first.”

“You have to wear them with me,” she commands. “It’s in my contract. Plus, they go with your dress.”

You scrunch your face at her. “No it is not. I’m wearing my heels. There’s no way you’re getting me in public with those on my feet, much less a party with a bunch of famous people.”

—

“Ohmigod, I fucking love your shoes,” says Keeley Jones an hour later.

Natalie smiles and points her toe. “Thanks!” she replies, “Had to convince this one that it would be fun. And thanks for getting us the invite, Keeley. Means a lot.”

Keeley shrugs. “Not a problem, babes. I’ve known Stella for a bit, and she hosts the best parties. Her boyfriend’s around here somewhere, and he always invites a bunch of his football friends. They’re pretty hot,” she says as she shoots you a pointed look. “Perfect for getting over a recent breakup?” she says pointedly.

You wrinkle your nose. “I’m not really looking for anything right now,” you admit.

“Or ever,” Natalie coughs.

“Fine,” you concede. “Or ever. I don’t really have time for another relationship between Mango and getting ready for the Blue Glass tour. Too much work.”

Keeley nods and says, “Ah. Last relationship was PR, was it?”

“Try last three,” you sigh. “But don’t tell anyone. They were trying to put out the rumor that I was getting engaged, but I don’t think that I could play with someone’s life like that. It’s just too hard. If I were to date again, I’d want it to be real. And private. But…” you shrug. “I’m me. I’ve had to fight tooth and nail for every ounce of privacy I currently have.”

Keeley shakes her head. “Well babe, they say there’s someone for everyone but for now, enjoy the single life! Go get a drink then meet me on the dance floor, yeah? My boyfriend isn’t here because he’s an old grump, but I promised him I’d have enough fun for the both of us.”

She talks about her boyfriend so affectionately that is stirs something in your chest. You think Keeley Jones must have the rare luxury of real love, and you wonder what that must be like.

“Come on don’t get all morose on me now, we’re getting smashed,” Natalie says as she drags you to the bar. You raise an eyebrow. “Ok, alright, I’m getting smashed,” she amends. “Keeley swore up and down the walls that this party isn’t going to end up on the internet, and I’m going to take full advantage of that.”

You roll your eyes as Natalie herds you to an in-home bar and pushes her way through tall, muscly men. You admire her faith in Keeley, but you know that you can never be completely in control.

“Do you make espresso martinis?” she shouts above the din. The man behind the counter nods as you give her a strange look. “What?” she asks, “Don’t act like coffee and booze aren’t the best combo since peanut butter and jelly.”

She takes her drink and says, “We should go find Isaac and Stella so you can thank them for having you. You know, meet the hosts and everything.”

“Alright,” you say, “but then we’re dancing the night away. Don’t need to be buzzed to have a good time.”

“But it’s better if you are,” she replies as she grabs your hand once more, weaving through what you assume are famous footballers, actors, and models. You wave to a couple people you know as she ducks under arms, effortlessly taking sips of her martini.

Natalie stops in front of two people you’re pretty sure you’ve never met before, and you’re having trouble placing their faces.

She nudges you as she says, “Isaac, Stella, pretty sure you already know who this one is.”

They smile, and Stella leans forward to kiss the air beside each of your cheeks, which are a little flushed from Natalie’s presumption. You introduce yourself anyway, because you’re not going to assume people know who you are, for goodness’ sake.

“Can’t believe you’re here,” Isaac says. “Fucking mental, you’ve been top of the charts for months now.”

Stella nods in agreement. “Me and the girls have been listening to Mango ever since it came out. I mean come on, Patch is absolutely gorgeous.” She catches your squirm of discomfort and continues, “But you must be tired of talking about all that. Don’t worry, darling, you can dance all your cares away. Everyone here is somebody, so no one cares who you are.”

You give her a small smile, grateful for her perception. “I’ll keep that in mind you say. Oh shit, is that Margaret? I’m going to go say hey. Haven’t seen her in forever.”

You excuse yourself to the other side of the room to grill Margaret about her relationship.

—

The night is sliding by at a glorious pace as you catch glimpses of Natalie flitting back and forth, making new friends and connections that she’s sure to use to your advantage later.

You’ve passed a pleasant hour dancing with Keeley and Margaret but you get tired of it without the buzz of alcohol in your veins. You decide to slip into a corner and observe, relishing the sheer disinterest that people have you. You’re pretty sure you see a Beckham walk by, as well as an actress with a blockbuster summer movie.

Andrew would’ve loved this, you think and you allow yourself to indulge in a memory of your staged romance with the guitarist.

Andrew used to take you dancing. He’d pull you onto the dance floor and put his hands on your hips to help you move in time with the music. He was the kind of person where a touch never felt threatening, and it was actually enjoyable the way he’d slide a hand down your arm to sway you with the music. He’s the reason you can move as well as you do and can actually enjoy yourself without feeling self-conscious.

You think of the song you wrote together, Ice, and how you thought your friendship with him might be the closest thing you ever had to love. Maybe you had just conflated admiration with adoration, but if he decided he had real feelings for you, you think you could have made it work.

But he had his own albums to promote, so your breakup was timed to bring in the most hits. You missed him, but still talked every now and then.

You silently thank Natalie for pressuring you into wearing those goddamn slippers because yeah, they’ve been getting comments, but as people get drunker, they stop caring about what other people look like and more about their own comfort.

You can catch bits and pieces of conversation, familiar voices mixing with the unfamiliar, and it’s soothing for a moment until it’s not.

Without warning, the room is too hot and too stifling, and your skin is tight on your body and you can hear your heart pounding louder than the bass of the music.

Fuck.

You look around for an exit, maybe a door to the backyard or something where you can panic unnoticed. You push your way to the kitchen and see a sliding door. It’s open and inviting, but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s outside so you take a step into the cool night air.

There’s a pool, so you take off the slippers, bunch your dress up to your knees, and dip your feet in.

The shock of the water combined with fresh air begins to slow your breathing and you take a moment to appreciate the relative peace, when a voice breaks the spell.

“Too crowded, innit?” says someone in an accent that’s definitely British, but not in a way that you can place.

You turn to see someone sitting on one of the recliners. You must have missed him when you first came out.

“Nice shoes,” he says, getting up.

Don’t sit next to me, don’t sit next to me, you silently will him because anyone closer than three feet feels like choking.

He might be telekinetic because he sits three and a half feet away, trousers rolled up.

“Had the same idea,” he continues. “Isaac throws a mad party, but it gets all crowded and shit. And anyway, I still got training tomorrow. Or maybe it’s today.” He frowns. “Got no idea what time it is.”

You note that he seems to be personal friends with Isaac and that he mentioned training, so he must be a footballer.

He also seems to be perfectly content to fill the silence without your help.

“I’m Jamie, by the way,” he says. “You’re American, ain’t ya? Heard there were a whole bunch of you coming. None of you appreciate good football.” He shakes his head in mock sadness. “Bet you don’t even know who I am, do you?”

You tilt your head to better assess his face in the darkness. You think he might be familiar, but maybe he just has one of those faces.

Jamie obliges your perusal by moving his head to better catch the light. “Don’t matter, love. Stay in Richmond long enough and you’ll see this sexy face all over.”

He studies your face for a moment. “You’re a musician, right? That new one with the album about the fruit.”

You chuckle and say, “I’d hardly say I’m new. That was technically my third album if you don’t count the singles. Did one called Rotary Phone first, but people didn’t pay much attention till the first single on Blue Glass. Turned out pretty good, too. But yeah, my new album has a fruit on it. Not really about mangoes, but…” You trail off. Those are the most words you’ve said to a stranger in a long time but Jamie doesn’t notice.

“Right, yeah, ok,” he says, “I remember your name.”

He pauses before saying it into the night.

You almost shiver.

You’ve never quite heard your name like that before.

It’s a little distorted with his accent, but the way he says it it’s almost- familiar. Like the way a close friend would say it.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you reply quietly. “Big star, or something.”

Jamie nods. “Hm. Oi, you’re best mates with Taylor Swift!”

That makes you laugh.

“Nah, I’m really not. People just think that because we both play guitar.”

The words are barely out of your mouth before Jamie’s disagreeing with you.

“You have to be good friends. I mean she basically co-wrote half of Blue Glass!”

“Tay was just featured in Creekside. She’s not listed anywhere else.”

“C’mon. Allie Gooding? The bird you have as one of your co-writers? You expect me to believe that’s not Taylor Swift?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you mean.”

Jamie gives you a look. “Allie? Alison? Taylor Alison Swift? It ain’t hard to figure out.”

You scoff as you tell him that he’s reaching. “You sound like a crazy conspiracy theorist.”

Jamie’s still looking at you like he doesn’t believe you, but he changes the subject. “What’s your favorite song you’ve written?”

“Margarita,” you reply without hesitation. “No contest.”

Margarita was on Rotary Phone and is more of a deep cut, but Jamie seems to know it because he nods in approval.

“Mine’s Tiny,” he says. “I like that the words are about his heart but it’s really about his dick.”

You smile. Tiny was really fun to write. “Wait, hang on, how do you know so much about my music? You were acting like you’d barely heard of me.”

Jamie grins. “Didn’t want to freak you out, did I? A pretty girl’s a pretty girl, no matter the fame.”

You laugh at that and he joins in for a moment before becoming serious.

“Oi, but really, are you alright? Saw you come out here with your hand pressed to your chest, like.”

You take a shallow breath before answering with as much sparkle as you can muster.

“Oh yeah, totally. All good.”

Jamie raises an eyebrow and you raise one right back, but he isn’t backing down.

“I won’t press you, but I know what anxiety looks like. Gaffer- er, coach has it pretty bad.”

You’re saved from responding by Natalie staggering outside with Keeley on one arm.

“There you are!” she shouts. “Been looking everywhere for you. See that one?” she asks Keeley, pointing in an exaggerated fashion. “That’s my best friend. My famous, gorgeous, single, bestie.” She notices Jamie and smiles. “You want to date her? She could use a boyfriend and maybe a couple laughs.”

You frown as you get up to rescue Keeley from drunk Nat.

“No, I couldn’t. I’m good. And you should probably get home, young lady.”

That just makes Nat and Keeley giggle. “What is she, your mum?” Keeley gasps.

Jamie gets up too and makes his way toward Keeley. “Oi, Keels, better get you home safe so granddad doesn’t have a fit.”

She peers at his face before patting it and saying, “Jamie? When’d you get here? You trying to get with this one?”

“Nah,” Jamie says, “she wouldn’t be interested in someone like me anyway. Now come on, love, I’ll drive you home.”

He disappears inside with Keeley wobbling on his arm, loudly saying something about how he needs to be nicer to himself.

You sigh and reach for your phone to call the car.

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jesuisici33 · 6 months

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Fuck it Friday

tagged by @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela here's angel!eddie with shannon <3 just wrote this before i gotta head to class so it's a bit rough. but it is fuck it friday right?

Eddie doesn’t mean to kiss Shannon back. In fact, he doesn’t expect to come in contact with her at all when he tries to get Christopher into school.

Ever since Eddie was Created, he’s had a sword in his hand. Orders from Ramon and Helena to fight and not ask questions. For a while Eddie agrees. It seems simple at first, easier. Then he became curious. He’s supposed to protect humans. So he wanted to know what is so special about them that needed protecting.

When he snuck out of Heaven he met Shannon. And he fell. Not Fell with the capital letter and the ripping out his wings as he plunged into hellfire. But in love. Soon he started sneaking out of Heaven more frequently to see Shannon. Then before he knew it one thing led to another and he became the father of a nephilim.

Eddie didn’t handle it well. When Shannon showed him the positive pregnancy test with trepidation in her eyes, he flew back up to Heaven. Making some poor excuse that he’s a soldier and needs to go fight. Luckily she saw it as him going into the army. A misconception he greedily took advantage of.

However the guilt overtook him. Along with the need to see his son. Christopher. Eddie came back to be with him – with them, but it was different. Being with Shannon as a couple versus being with Shannon as a family is a different dynamic altogether.

He guesses he should've seen it coming when she left.

Now she’s back. He can taste the mango flavored lip gloss she likes to wear and if feels like the years she’s been gone are nonexistent.

tagging @911-on-abc @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @forthewolves @fortheloveofbuddie @apothecarose @mammameesh @rmd-writes @wandering-night19 @liminalmemories21 @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @loserdiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @callmenewbie @your-catfish-friend @pirrusstuff

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crosseyedcricketart · 1 month

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here’s what i tested this month - march 2024

if you wouldn’t like to see posts like this, block the tag “🤍 lifestyle tag” 🖤

🕯 little disclaimer: these are all my own opinions; nothing incentivized or gifted; all bought on my own; products will always work differently for different people, so these may work differently for you

BYOMA Cleansing Oil ($12.99)

5/5 - I picked this up from my local target - I have been really enjoying this cleanser. When I have on makeup, I use this then the Milky Jelly Cleanser, but a lot of days I use this as my only cleanser. It’s really gentle on the skin and cleanses it without overly stripping it. This is probably one of the best oil cleansers I’ve ever tried. And it’s at Target. I use two pumps for my face. It removes eye makeup very gently and thoroughly without tugging on the skin or lashes. I was able to remove glitter with this too. I’ve personally used olive oil before when my mascara just wouldn’t come off and this cleanser works better than that. For reference.

PACIFICA Vegan Collagen Recovery Night Cream ($26.00)

2/5 - I bought this at target for $22.00 USD and since then there has been a price increase. I really wanted to like this night cream. Now, this is a collagen night cream, which contrary to popular clickbait skincare, does not increase collagen production. It contains collagen, which does not penetrate the deep layers of the skin (where your own collagen is produced), but what it does do is condition the skin a lot. Topical collagen is very good for that. That’s what I bought this with intentions of, since I tend to have normal to dry skin with topical dehydration, plus skin sensitivity. Now, this cream made my skin flush and it really didn’t moisturize as much as I expected it to as a night cream. This has some fragrance in it and I think that’s the ingredient that my skin did not like. It was not a good sensation. Way too expensive for what it is.

Saltair Serum Body Wash ($12.00)

5/5 - I got this at my local target, in scents “Exotic Pulp” and “Lush Greens”. I love both of the scents. As previously mentioned, I have sensitive skin. All my skin is sensitive. I’ve been really struggling to find a good body wash that isn’t very expensive and works for my skin. It’s probably been 4 years of looking for something that worked. This works. This body wash is very gentle without leaving the skin feeling “grubby” or oily. I can use this on my chest, where I have issues with body ache and breakouts, and I believe the niacinamide in this formula actually helped with that. “Exotic Pulp” is a tropical, citrus scent, like mangos, passionfruit, and oranges .”Lush Greens” is a very green smell, like a kale drink, but with a little bit of fruit, very fresh. I love both of these. A lot. I haven’t had dry patches, irritated areas, or hives, which I have had before from other body washes. And it’s $12.

Necessaire Body Wash ($25)

4/5 - I ordered this directly from Necessiare’s website. This is a really good body wash. I don’t really like the “Eucalyptus” scent, but it does smell like diluted eucalyptus, so it does smell like that. This doesn’t irritate my skin, I’m just not a massive smell of the scents. They do have an unscented version available. My biggest issue with it is the price. I don’t want to pay $25 for a body wash. It’s really good though. I just wish it was a little cheaper for how much you get. My favorite scent is “Bergamot” in this line, which is very bergamot and almost mossy. It’s good.

Necessaire Body Lotion ($28)

4/5 - I ordered this directly from Necessaire’s website. This is one of the only body lotions I’ve used that works for my skin. No breakouts, no greasy film, my skin actually absorbs it, and no irritation. My skin does not like coconut oil and this product has none. This one has no fragrance added so that’s not a factor I need to worry about. I hate the price. I don’t wanna pay $28 for something I go through rather quickly. But this lotion saved me this winter. So. I’ll probably still buy it but begrudgingly.

Frenshe Body Wash ($10.99)

3/5 - I got this at my local target. This is a pretty good body wash. I’m personally not crazy about any of the scents, but they are certainly not bad at all. My biggest qualm about this is that it dried out my skin a bit. It left it feeling tight. However, if you can tolerate body wash better than me, you’ll probably like it. I think the scents are generally very gender-neutral.

The Ordinary Glycolic Acid Toner ($13.00)

4/5 - I got this at my local Target since it has an Ulta Beauty inside. I did not buy this for my face initially, I have some areas on my body where I like to exfoliate and my skin reacts to AHA’s very well. This works great on my body, I’ve had no irritation and I‘ve seen improvement in texture/breakouts. I did try this on my face and I did not like it. It has an oily consistency and it just sat on my face really weird. It didn’t really sink into my face well at all. So I really only use this on my body now and honestly, it’s fine because that’s why I bought it in the first place.

#🤍 lifestyle tag #skincare #body care #self care #the crosseyed cricket #makeup #beauty #coquette #dollete #coquette dollete #this is what makes us girls #just girly things #it girl #girlblogging #girly #tumblr girls #folklore #evermore

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paldean-sandwich-rater · 4 months

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A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

#asks #sandwich rating #anon sandwich sub(mission)

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ikebo-simp · 11 months

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A little ask for you~

What do you think the Liyue characters favorite boba orders are? Or do they get something else?

- 👓

Beidou- Prefers alcohol than boba, gets some whenever Kazuha gets a craving, probably likes plum or something

Chongyun- Thinks it's nice and cool, I think he likes strawberry, little bit traumatized from the time Xiangling made ghost pepper boba

Ningguang- Has better drinks and probably prefers coffee or tea, but will get something like a royal jelly boba

Xiangling- Constantly makes her own, her favorite so far has candied slime condensate on top

Xinqiu- Gets cheese foam, no explanation, cheese foam

Yaoyao- I think she would like Red Bean Milk Tea, sweet and tasty

Xingyan- Passionfruit/hj she probably would like passionfruit or pineapple

Yanfei- Prefer warms things like hot cocoa or something, like coffee milk tea

Yunjin- Prefers tea, likes matcha and red bean

Keqing- Knows how to treat herself and gets a mango boba, with popping boba, and some pudding on top

Qiqi- Like coconut flavor, refuses anything else, not as good as coconut milk but a decent alternative

Zhongli- Prefers his tea normal, like a regular black tea boba

Shenhe- Has no real preference, but likes strawberry a little bit more because Chongyun likes it

Baizhu- Can only have teas and medicine/hj the milk is probably bad for his system and causes him to cough more often, like grass jelly though

Ganyu- I think she would like oolong tea as a base and some grass on top

Xiao- Probably prefers Bingsoo over boba, but likes almond boba

Hu Tao- Asks Xiangling to make more ghost pepper boba, vibes like she would like Hokkaido

Yelan- Likes it, not her go-to-drink, but she likes it, gets the lychee jelly instead of the boba

A/N Bestie, this ain't little TT-TT

Thanks for Reading

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s1l4s-l1k3s-t0m4t03s · 17 days

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mike makes me feel so amazing not in a s3x><ual way, in a mental way. he isnt a "i know exactly what to say in every scenario!!! ill tell you i love you every 5 minutes!!" guy. he has aut¡sm and sometimes wont verbally tell me he luvs me. hes more of a "heres a box of mango jelly because 5 years ago you told me you like them. also here an empty pikachu can." thats his ily. and it means more to me than a plain ily i wont lie. also all his small things. hes always holding my hand, doesnt matter what. or holding me in some way. or i hold him sometimes. he lets me braid his hair alot and he doesnt let anybody else touch his hair. thats him saying ily. he will give up his ear defenders in public eating spaces for me even tho i dont ask, bc of my misophonia. thats him saying ily. if im regressed, he always asks if hes allowed to pick me up/any physical contact. thats him saying ily. hes very touchy, im not. he always asks. thats him saying ily. if im on his lap, hes always got his face burrowed in my shouldrr or back. hes not sad, he just wanrs to be close. thats him saying ily. he washes my binders when i forget. he has screenshots of how to do it properly. he did research on what i struggle with so he could help. he doesnt f0rce. he doesnt raise his voice. thats him saying ily. i got him tickets to a weird moth emporioum and he was so happy he went nonverbal. he was just stimming and grinning and pointing and when we went home he put his necklace on me for a bit. thats him saying ily. im very small and honestly tw¡nky next to him. he still introduces me as his bf. im ftm, hes never told anyone (its obvious tho) bc he knows its not his place. thats him saying ily

i could go on forever

#silas tag!#silas waffles #mikhail tag!#i love my boyfriends #silas loves his boyfriends #mlm yearning #gay mlm #queer #lgbtq positivity #lgbtq community #lgbt pride #lgbtq #boys #boyfriends #autistic things #actually autistic #autism

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transboysokka · 3 months

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what Taiwanese desserts do you like and what ones are popular? Also favorite street food ?

Good question!

Grass jelly is definitely my favorite and it’s yummiest with cream and bits of taro.

Also SHAVED ICE!! It’s NOT this North American idea of shaved ice, it’s like. Fluffy. Mango shaved ice is just mwah chefs kiss

Wheel cakes and waffles are kind of popping off. I like just cream in a wheel cake but Hong Kong style 雞蛋子/jidanzi/egg… waffles? so good

Aiyu jelly is good too

tbh half the time I’m feeling a dessert I’ll just go get bubble tea

Other desserts, let’s see…. It’s really not a dessert-oriented culture lol. Pineapple cakes come to mind but that’s more of a novelty or like something you’d give as a gift. They’re okay though.

Also my favorite street foods are usually like

juice lol. It’s fresh and watermelon juice especially is the bomb dot com

beef cubes. It’s def a touristy thing but it’s like steak cooked with a blowtorch and that’s fun af

Beef noodle soup

Dumplings

Popcorn chicken/fried stuff

刈包/guabao/“”taiwanese hamburger””

Corn on the cob!

Crepes are kind of a thing lol

Scallion pancakes

Listen I don’t LOVE stinky tofu but I don’t have a problem w it and I think it gets a bad rap

#quesTian #Taiwan

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milkybonya · 1 year

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trust yourself ☆ jeongwoo

order 068, 🐦 anon: large honey milk tea with fresh taro and mango jelly for trsr's jeongwoo

!: a bit of angst here and there because reader is sad :(

#: idol!bf!jeongwoo x gn reader, comfort fluff

[💌: hi anon here you are ! i hope this fic can keep you warm on rainy days even tho its short and not that goodjdjdj!! also trust yourself by balming tiger is so good and so true,, ive added it at the bottom heh]

having a significant other means sharing the good and the bad with them. it means laughing together, crying together, and everything inbetween. yet, having an idol boyfriend is a bit different... at least, it is for you. Jeongwoo is your everything.. so you don't want to hurt him. you close off when you're sad so he won't have to risk his mood being ruined by listening to you vent.

little do you know, his day is ruined when you don't vent. he's your boyfriend, for pete's sake! he gets worried when you close off and he'd rather cry with you than have you shedding tears all alone.

maybe it's because Jeongwoo, and maybe also you, are both so young. maybe you think that he has to be protected because of his young age. maybe it's something else.

Jeongwoo doesn't know.

he rattles his brain in the waiting room for answers after reading and rereading your text to him.

i'm sorry i've been mia, Jeongwoo. things are not so great and i don't want to burden you with that.

why would you be burdening him? why would you think that way?--

"hey, jeongjeong! watchu doin'," Jaehyuk asks Jeongwoo, sliding in beside him on a touch.

"just thinking," Jeongwoo mumbles back.

"about?"

"y/n and how they won't share their sorrows with me because they don't want to burden me."

"ah.. y/n is just really considerate. but i get you.. it's hard to wait so long for a loved one. you don't have to force anything out of them--how about you just do something they love with them to cheer them up?" Jaehyuk explains.

Jeongwoo's eyes light up and he smiles.

"you're right!"

"Jeongwoo, 1 minute until camera rehearsals," a staff points out.

"i know! just let me--" Jeongwoo aggressively types out a text to you, telling you to meet him at your favourite café after his schedule is over. he pokes his tongue out as he types, focusing hard.

once it's done, he puts his phone away and joins the other members to prepare to rush on-stage.

meanwhile, you're at home watching the live of the music performance. you've been having such a hard time these days but your boyfriend and his group always make you feel a bit better. treasure are up next and just as they're about to go up, you get a text from Jeongwoo?! isn't he busy right now?!

you read it and smile, knowing that the typos must be from him typing his message to you in such a rush before his stage.

just watching him perform their comeback already fills you with so much joy, so you're giddy as you get changed and rush out to meet your boyfriend at the café. on the way, you hum treasure's songs, walking a little faster than usual and enjoying the warm breeze.

Jeongwoo is already there, still slightly sweaty and makeup+hair still intact as he smiles in your direction.

"y/n!" he stands up, grinning at the sight of you.

you're gorgeous despite your tired frame, and he's so happy to see you that his knees start feeling weak. you feel shy as you run up to hug him, butterflies filling you as his arms wrap around you. his hug is warm and his scent is like home.

"take a seat, i got you your favourite drink," he says, pushing the cup towards you.

you take it and drink, relaxing even more. the two of you are seated by the window and you briefly glance outside, watching as couples walk together.

"what's the occasion, Jeongjeong?" you ask.

"well... i know things haven't been so amazing for you lately. i just wanted to meet you in person to tell you that i love you and i'm rooting for you," he says, only meeting your eyes after he's done talking. he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

the effort he's made for you makes your heart ache, but in the best way possible.

"if you want to talk to me, i'm here. if not, i'm still here. i'll wait for you. and.. i just want you to trust yourself, no matter what's happening. please know.. it's okay to not be alright, and that things will be alright eventually. just take your time, everything will fall into place!"

you have to fight back tears as you reach for Jeongwoo's hands, giving them a big squeeze.

"i really needed to hear that, Jeongwoo. thank you," you say.

Jeongwoo's own lips wobble as he watches you get emotional, and he stares at the ceiling to stop himself from crying.

"hey, you big crybaby! don't cry because of me, i'll get sad.." you whine.

"i'm not crying!" he says, as his lips quiver more intensely.

you laugh, stroking his soft hair and caressing his cheek.

"i just love you, y/n. i won't let this world hurt you, ever." his eyes sparkle as he speaks to you and your heart is filled with warmth.

in that moment you realize that no matter what happens, you can overcome it, because you'll always have at least once person rooting for you.

and one of those people will always be me, dear reader. me, milky. ♡

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