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hoodharlow · 2 years

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AN: i had to <3. This is set a few days after Cal's birthday (iykyk). And gif found in this gifset that was made by the lovely @kaleidoscopeminds

Requested? No

Warnings: Ashton being a butt briefly butthead overall fluff (aka two dumbies that love each other but don't realize it

Word Count: > 1000 words, she's short and sweet

They’ve been at it for hours. Everyone was annoyed and hungry. Even Nico didn’t even want to watch Encanto. The band and Aaliyah were in Luke’s house working on the band’s upcoming album. They had most of the songs completed, but they were struggling with one. They had a pop-rock beat for the song, but it wasn’t fitting how lyrics were being sung.

“Since when have you been a music expert?” Ashton snapped at Aaliyah.

“Since I got my degree and the two fucking Grammys on my shelf! Not to mention the six grammy nominations I have for my own music that I produced myself.” she threw back at him. Ashton mumbled under his breath, but she didn’t hear that. “Say that shit to my face, Ashton.”

She quickly stood up from her chair, but Luke pulled her by her hips before she reached the drummer. He’d seen those kick boxing classes her and Alexis Ximena do and knew they’d need a new drummer if Aaliyah got to him.

“Alright why don’t we take lunch and reconvene in an hour or two.” Michael suggested, dragging Ashton along.

Calum picked up Nico and her things, saying that he’s going home for a bit. The almost one year older awkwardly waved goodbye as Calum put on her beanie, leaving Luke and Aaliyah alone.

“I’m sorry for how Ashton snapped at you. He shouldn’t have–”

“Bro it’s fine. Ashton is Ashton, I think he’s just stressed over Marina and their baby. The other day I called her and she had to spend the night at the hospital because she was too stressed.” Aaliyah said, cutting Luke off.

“I know but still.”

“I have thick skin. I spent my four years of high school dealing with Ms. McKay. Ashton is nothing compared to that hag.”

Luke snorted at her comment. “Do you want me to order something?” he asked. “I haven’t gone grocery shopping for the week, so there’s nothing for make.”

“No,” she shook her head. “Alex is dropping me off some food and is waiting for Cal to leave and knowing her, she brought enough for everyone.”

She texted her best friend that the coast was clear and that she can come drop off the food. Aaliyah wasn’t sure what happened between Calum and Alexis Ximena the night of the party, but it had to have been messy if Alexis Ximena was doing the most to avoid Nico’s dad, as she called him because she couldn’t even say his name.

Two minutes later, Luke’s front gate buzzed. He pulled out his phone to the Ring app. Alexis Ximena making peace signs and kissy faces at the camera.

“Send this to me? I need embarrassing videos of this bitch.” Aaliyah said.

Luke chuckled in response and unlocked the gate for her. The olive green Jeep she drove pulled into the driveway. Luke and Aaliyah went to the front door to greet her. Alexis Ximena got out of the car carrying two bags from Los Reyes, their favorite Mexican restaurant in LA.

“Hey!” she said, handing them their bags.

“Cal’s not here, you can come in.” Luke said.

The next morning after Calum’s party, he called Luke and gave him a brief rundown of what happened after everyone left, so he didn’t blame Alexis Ximena if didn’t want anything to do with his best friend. Calum was an idiot for how he went about things.

“What are we working on?” Alexis Ximena asked them as they led her to the studio.

“This song, but it’s not working out.” Luke said, pulling up the song while Aaliyah handed her the leather bound notebook the lyrics were written in.

She sat on Aaliyah and let Luke play the music while she read. She frowned hearing how the lyrics didn’t match the music.

“Yeah, scrap this. It’s garbage.” she said, handing her back the notebook.

“Bitch, I wrote that.” Aaliyah scoffed, feigning offense.

“This is a fucking love song. Like it has to be slow and jazzy like you’re in a jazz club. You know? Like this sounds like something you slow dance to.” Alexis Ximena explained. “Maybe add a little trumpet.”

“You just want to show off that you know how to play the trumpet.” her best friend rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her potato flautas.

“Alex might have a point.” Luke said, rolling over to the piano. He pointed at the cabinet behind Aaliyah. “Grab a trumpet.”

“You have a trumpet?” the best friends asked simultaneously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

Aaliyah and Alexis Ximena shared a look, but the latter went to the cabinet and grabbed a trumpet. She grabbed the tuner that came with the trumpet and tuned it up.

“Okay,” she said, standing next to Luke.

“Just join in when it feels right.” he said as he played a few keys.

He sang the intro and when the first verse started, Aaliyah found herself joining him. Their eyes met as they sang. Alexis Ximena played the trumpet towards the last part of the song. Once the song ended, Luke and Aaliyah remained looking into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools.

After a few minutes of awkwardly standing while they made ojitos at each other, Alexis Ximena blew into the trumpet, making the pair jump. She smiled innocently at them.

She set the trumpet down on the piano, “If you two are done making ojitos at each other I would like to discuss me paying y’all to use it in the Mr. and Mrs. Smith soundtrack? I know the perfect scene to use it in.”

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survey--s · 8 months

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609.

The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? Iced coffee.

Do you like clowns? Nope. I'm not terrified of them or anything but they really do freak me out.

Have you answered all of these questions honestly so far? I mean, there have been two questions lol.

What’s the third text in your inbox? It's from Mike saying he needs new tyres on his car.

Are you listening to anything at the moment? I have Two and a Half Men on in the background and I can hear my own typing, the dryer and the dog snoring.

Do you twitch when you’re falling asleep? Yeah, all the time.

Are your dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? We don't own a dishwasher.

Are you at home or with friends more often? Home.

When is the last time you were on a bicycle? About six years ago.

What have you eaten today? Two slices of toast and a donut.

Would you date someone 15 years older than you? No, probably not.

Do you own a strapless bra? I'm sure I have one somewhere, yeah.

Does the person you like know it? Yes.

Did anything brighten up your day today? It was nice to have a lie in, but otherwise it's just been a pretty normal day so far. I slept in, had breakfast, walked the dog, bumped into Suzanne and Charlie, showered, did two loads of laundry, went to the shops, fed the animals and now I'm doing this.

How are you feeling at this exact moment? Kinda hungry, but otherwise I'm absolutely fine.

Are you someone who worries too often? Not so much anymore.

If you could date somebody who would it be? My husband, lol.

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? Sure, I know people judge me when I'm walking Archie and he's stressing out about other dogs.

What is one good thing you’re known for? Ironically, how good I am with other dogs haha.

How about one bad thing? I have no idea.

Are you taller than most? Most what? Most women, yes. Most people in general? No, I don't think so.

When was the last time you sang an ENTIRE song? Today in the shower.

Are you the type of person who likes to be out or home? I like both. I find being at home really relaxing and I recharge the best that way, but I can't spend too long indoors without getting out - otherwise I get cabin fever.

What time do you normally go to bed? 11 pm - 1 am.

What is one thing that is currently bothering you? Nothing in particular, to be honest.

What did you do today? Oh, I kind of answered this already lol. I slept in until about 8.30am, did a load of laundry, vacuumed, had breakfast, walked the dog, came home, showered, did another load of laundry, went grocery shopping and fed the animals - now I'm doing this and watching TV.

Do you consider yourself to be attractive? I think I'm pretty average looking.

What was the last thing that you drank? Pepsi Max.

Is anything annoying you now? Not right this second, no.

Has anyone ever said i love you to you and not meant it? Yeah.

Do you regret going out with the last person you did? No.

Do you realise it when you curse? No, not always.

When was the last time you showered? About three hours ago when I got back from walking the dog.

Who did you last talk to in person? Suzanne.

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? I always do SOMETHING, but yeah, I do have some properly lazy days at times, lol.

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yes.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? I've never seen it.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? Nope, I don't really believe in that stuff.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? About 3-4 hours.

Best field trip experience? When we went to Paris for a week.

Have you ever been to New York City? Nope.

If so, is it all its cracked up to be? ...

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? Personally, about £30 per head but my dad once took Mike and I to a restaurant that was about £300 per person, not including alcohol.

What museums have you visited, if any? Too many to name. I was always dragged around museums as a kid.

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? Sure, all the time. It's why I've always hated stuff like that.

What’s your worst travelling experience? Getting scammed in France I guess, but it was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? The first one, I guess because it's what I grew up with along with all the expansion packs.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? Sure, but that's what happens when you live in terraced housing or apartments. You just deal with it.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? Probably my senior school tutor.

Best muffin you’ve ever had? I love a freshly baked blueberry muffin.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? Yeah, we had to for a while in school.

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? I'm logged into it all the time but I only really check it when I have a notification or want to upload something.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? I'm not good at any kind of maths, lol.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I love it - most people I meet haven't heard of the stuff I like, ha.

What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? I honestly have no idea. The girl over the road from us walks her ferret sometimes, that's pretty weird.

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? I mean, I think sometimes people get lucky, sure, but I don't think it happens for any particular reason.

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? God, all the time hahah.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Sometimes, yeah. I don't pick messy foods if I'm out in public as I'm pretty much guaranteed to spill it down my front LOL.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? Ohh yes.

How reliable is your internet connection? Generally it's fine but it has been going on/off a bit lately for some reason.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? Yeah, sure.

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Phone calls with people I don't know.

What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? I pulled multiple all-nighters at university.

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? I've been wearing glasses since I was seven years old.

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? That would be AMAZING. Unfortunately, my prescription is too complicated for laser eye surgery so I'm just gonna have to live with them for now.

How many vegetarians do you know? Probably quite a few, but I don't really go around asking people things like that.

Have you ever considered going to art school? Nope.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? No. I don't really spend time with anyone like that.

How quickly can you write an essay? Depends on the subject and how long the essay has to be.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? Nope. I've never understood how people can do that.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? Yeah, a few times.

If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? I'm self-employed.

Favorite episode of Spongebob? I couldn't pick a particular favourite. I like the ones with Squidward as the main focus.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? Sure, don't most people?

Are your parents supportive of you? They most certainly are.

How often do you take the train to go places? Never. Around here, it's MUCH quicker and cheaper to drive.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? I do when I'm like, waiting for an appointment or for a friend to come back from the toilet or something, but I try not to do it in company as it's pretty rude.

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sweetswesf · 1 year

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"I just need benjamins, I don't need NOOOOO friends!"...Check In

I don't really mean that. When I feel lonely, I think about that rap lyric by the masterful poet Roddy Ricch, but, I don't truly feel that way. I do need a community around me, but when I look at the friends I have lost, I toxicly just try to focus on what I have, the friends & family I have, and all God's blessed me with.

What I Did Today

Meal prepped

Exercised

Grocery shopped

FREAKIN' 2 HOURS of dishes! *face palm*

Panicked a little bit after receiving my severance payment, but reminded myself that I'm going to find something I want in a timely manner and not completely run my savings down to 0 like I worry sometime

Wished my grandmother a happy birthday

Told my father not to send me pictures of he, my grandparents, and my little brother at the casino today because it triggered me given the lack of relationship and a lot of hurt that is still there...I'm by myself for yet another year on Thanksgiving for crying out loud...

Was vulnerable about how I felt about the latest text exchanges with my pastor who gave me bad, unsolicited advice on what I SHOULD have done...immediately regretted it opening up and reminded myself to just shut up sometime and stop hoping for people to handle you and your feelings the way you want them to

Had a little cry after receiving a less than pleasant text from my Dad...it was followed by an absolutely encouraging text from a friend

Fantasized about moving out of the country...maybe back to Italy

Pushed myself to cook for myself

Pushed myself to finish an AlgoExpert video on Logarithm

What I Learned Today

I thought about what would happen if I needed to move back; my little brother has PROBABLY graduated, so I would not have a room anywhere if I moved back, and I don't know too many places right now wanting to rent to someone without a job so, I'll stay put...rent MAY go up for me soon...don't know how much...don't want to think about that right now :)

log base 2 is the assumed base in computer science, not 10 as in regular mathematics, and an algo w/O(log(n)) runtime is good because as the input increases, the amount of operations does not increase nearly at the same rate

Feeling

Spent

A little bit shameful/embarrassed

Takeaways

Going to only juice on Saturday or Sunday going forward and for as ½ as much as I usually do to save money & time

My mind wanders a lot, and when it does, and I get anxious, I go to social media for a dopamine boost

How I Got Myself Out of a Rut Today

Just reminding myself that I have so much, it could be worse, how it's going to get so much better for me, and about how strong I am going to become

Found a chili oil I can add to EVERYTHING

A super soft & cold persimmon

The following songs helped:

Fought tears listening to this one

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Then let them fall for this song...this song NEVER fails to make me cry...rediscovered it on Mother's Day, and ever since, it's just been a hard song for me to get through, but it hits me where I need it to

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Goals Completed

Found a therapist

Stopped listening to people worried about their own circumstances and remembering God works on his own time and that I am in no rush...

Got back on the ball

Being kinder to myself and stopping guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Goals After Today

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in 6 months, NOT less than 3

Drop my body fat percentage to Marion Jones, Michaela Cole, or Jade Cargill levels

Consistently fight urge to fill up my time with social media/YouTube

Fully forgive my family & build a great relationship with them

Be more confident & faithful

250 steps/hour & 10k steps/daily consistently

Drink more than 64oz a day consistently

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

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kaijuconfessions · 2 years

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im so sick of my parents im so sick of livng here im so sick of the house im so sick of always needing help with everything because my confidence has been crushed i have no actual lifeskills and i have no real life experience that would be helpful. i also kinda feel like mom is deliberately keeping me here for ome reason. like. tldr mom and dad were verbally abusive, emotionally abusive, emotionally neglectful, and just basic neglectful, in different flavours i got ignored a lot by my parents and immediate family, and i got bullied in shcool w no support whatsoever and i only just about 2 years ago got rid of the most debilitating parts of my ocd and im still recovering. and im stuck in a house i bought while i was so dissociated i was astral projecting into hell in broad daylight daily. its not the worst lifechoice ever but i literally cant afford to renovate it with my monthly 800-ish dollars (give or take im converting, diff country) that also go to groceries and food for me and the cats. and the leftover money from the loan was already used on fixing something really expensive we werent informed about at all before i bought it so its not like i can fix much else unless insurance says hey heres your money back. not to mention i cant really go anywhere. the house is almost an hour from any nearby city and i have to take a train just to buy groceries so its not like i can go to the library whenever i want or anythng like that. im more or less disabled, i only have so much energy, i dont wanna spend 4-8 hours just to buy milk dependingon what time of day i go. in summer theres no trains at all so im actually stuck at home unless i get a ride home. like sorry its more of a vent than a confession but it feels like mom and dad are trying to slowburn kill me. which isnt neccessarily true but how do i fucking know for sure. i cant go to school, i cant get a job, i cant go to therapy, i cant go anywhere, i dont have a car, i barely have money as bills and food take up most of it, i have to take a train to get to the city so grocery shopping takes either 3 hours or 8. i cant even go to the fcking library. i cant visit my grandmas. i cant make friends and i couldnt hang out with them if i did have any who the fuck wants to take a train for half an hour to visit me. i cant join a group at the local bakery or do stuff. my parents dont even fucking visit unless theyre gonna do something to the house and dad has visited three times since i moved in. like. it could be worse. but im stuck with nothing to do on a daily basis in a house i dont want and cant afford to fix but arent allowed by mom to sell, i cant figure out what to do with my life or how to get out of this and theres no support to be found anywhere, they dont call or text or even visit just to see me and im not even sure i want them to anymore. i spent the past year grieving my childhood and coming to terms witht he fact that im straight up not wanted by anyone. noone actually cares that i exist except sme online frends and my cats. it sometimes feels like im a bug they put a glass ove rand theyr just waiting for me to use up all the oxygen so they can throw me out instead of having to use a flyswatter themselves. i just wanna move out and get a place i actually like living in and can afford somwhere i can actually access shit i wanna do. and get therapy and make friends. instead of whatever the fuck it is im doing now.

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study-with-aura · 2 years

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August 17, 2022

I have a small amount of time before I have to go to bed. Today was exhausting. I finished up my snack because I was starving after 3 hours of dance, and now I'm sipping on chamomile tea while my brother is still in his room playing video games. In his defense, he hasn't gotten to play much of the day either since he drove me to dance tonight. Mom picked me up though. She doesn't like him driving into the city after dark if he doesn't have to.

Breakfast: Unsweetened greek style almond yogurt with berries + toast with avocado

Lunch: Black beans with quinoa topped with fresh pico de gallo and cheddar cheese + apple with peanut butter

Dinner: Baked tofu + a sweet potato + a side of green beans topped with a handful of almonds

Snack: Almond butter sandwich + 1/2 banana

Tasks Completed:

Algebra 1 - Lesson and practice on one and two step linear equations + quiz

Lit and Comp 1 - Graded assignment on clauses + Read pages 37-46 of Narrative of Sojourner Truth + studied vocabulary

Spanish 1 - Reviewed numbers 1-30

Bible 8 - Read John 3

Modern History 8 - Learned about the Transcontinental Railroad + read pages 24-33 of George Washington Carver: An American Biography by Rackham Holt

Physics/Chemistry 8 - Watched video about steam engines and how they work

Modern Art - Created a Venn Diagram comparing similarities and differences between two works from the style of Art Nouveau

Practice - Practiced this week's assigned pieces for 30 minutes + worked on memorization of performance piece

Chores - Ran errands with Dad and Julien + helped shop for groceries and put them away when we got home

Khan Academy - Course mastery challenge and reviewed algebra concepts

Reading - Read pages 163-233 of Alone by Megan E. Freeman

Duolingo - spent 15 minutes learning French

What I'm Grateful for Today:

Having an awesome brother who drives me to dance when dad has to teach and mom has to stay late for a faculty workshop.

Quote of the Day:

I’ll never know if the risk I didn’t take was the stupidest decision of my life or the thing that saved it.

-Alone, Megan E. Freeman

🎧The Seasons, Op. 37a: No. 3, March. Song of the Lark - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

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justsokaela · 1 month

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Slow Saturdays…

I’m left work early during my lunch yesterday because I was feeling so shitty. I only missed out on 2.25 hours, and it was so slow being a Friday during Spring Break, and half our crews took the week off, so it’s not like I missed anything important.

I laid down, didn’t really sleep though. I would close my eyes, play on my phone, make my headache worse and close my eyes some more, pet my dog…

My boyfriend still came up, and he offered to pick up food on the way in, so he brought me some chicken pasta and vegetable soup from the local Italian restaurant near my parents’ house. They messed up his buffalo chicken wrap order though, which made me feel guilty. So I warmed up some of the leftover Italian Wedding soup my dad had recently made too many tubs worth of, and sent him home today with his leftovers and the rest of the soup from that Tub.

I took a short nap after he left, window shopping online for nothing in particular, but thinking abour how I’ll need to update my wardrobe and secure pieces appropriate and comfortable for me to work in and still feel like I’m expressing my whimsical weird self…next paycheck, I’ll put down on a couple items from the thrift store. Thrifting is better anyways!

I discussed my career plans with my parents, about how I am hesitant to accept a job in a law firm that I might get offered as a legal assistant, which is great for me because:

1) I have a paralegal certificate, I should use it.

2) my ultimate goal is to be a law librarian at a university law school someday - law firm experience is obviously useful for this.

3) it pays 3$ more per hour than my current job

4) Still has good benefits

5) is a large firm in our region that covers a lot of different branches of law, which is good for building a well-rounded set of skills in the position

6) after a few months, a hybrid remote schedule is possible, which is pretty cool

7) working in a firm can help build connections and network for my future law school plans

On the other hand:

1) my current job has incredibly good work-life balance. Following an academic calendar gives us more breaks or slow-periods, I work in administration so there are few people I have to “answer” to and my boss is really nice and cares about us, and doesn’t let people treat us like crap. I have lots of PTO and union-protection.

2) my job is pretty easy, but still offers me room for growth, i’ve been assigned to train on some new tasks involving accounts receivable and doing the invoices, which is some really valuable skills

3) my job being pretty easy, it also has a lot of downtime - I’m not constantly being micromanaged or expected to fill every second of my day with “work.” I have room to learn new things - like build my excel skills- doodle, goof around on Tumblr or Pinterest, organize my life, write, read, study, and even make my grocery list, and I still have plenty of room and mental energy to complete all my daily tasks and assignments.

4) my dog as an ESA is permitted to come to work with me everyday. This means that I get the comfort and security of his presence but also he isnt left alone all day. We go for walks during breaks and lunch, which is beneficial for me too getting outside and not sitting in my chair constantly, and everyone at work loves him! He’s my best friend and I love spending my days with him like this. I am not sure he would be welcome at a busy firm.

5) the law firm is 35 minutes away from home, which means more time spent driving in traffic on the shittiest highway ever and more mileage on my car, and more gas costs

6) the law firm requires billed hours 40-50 per week, and is very busy and intense

I talked about my concerns like I mentioned above with my boyfriend and he thinks it’s a good idea for me take the firm job - because getting experience is really useful, and it will help me decide if law is what I really want to do or not. However, if I take that job and it turns out I hate it and don’t want to work in a law firm after all, then I will be either stuck working in a job and environment that makes me miserable or overwhelms me, or I’m forced to quit and look for a new job all over again.

While I think he makes good points - I think it’s wiser for me to stay where I am, stabilize myself and learn as much as I can, and really utilize all the free time and mental energy I have in a safe and stable work environment -albeit barely manageable income- and put it towards finishing my Masters in Library Information Sciences online first. And even though I need a second source of reliable income, I think it will be manageable BECAUSE I have a less-stressful job.

So I think I will cancel the interview and just keep doing what I’m doing. Stop looking for the potentially next better thing and let myself take root and grow for a bit. I’m not ready to be re-planted just yet…

#career #job dilemmas #my future #trying to do what’s best for me

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hangryandlazy · 1 year

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tokyo oct 22 - part 2

Continuing from Oct 31 in Yokohama:

We left the aquarium soon, it was just a very uneasy and underwhelming experience. The most fun was had was taking these photos.

There was absolutely nothing interesting in this mall either. I think we got coffee once again, got a few souvenirs from a shop that sold Betty Boop items, and then we were off once again.

We went to the model train museum, which I was looking forward to bringing my dad to the entire trip, but it turned out much much smaller than anticipated. There were only 2 rooms with a moving miniature railway, and they were much larger in size than the beautifully intricate exhibits we had seen at Small Worlds a few days ago. Maybe it's also because we've been to a proper miniature railway museum in Germany, so we were quite disappointed by this one. It was too educational for our taste, mainly showcasing smaller versions of real trains and lots of reading and learning. There was not much in the souvenir shop that interested my dad either. Absolute bummer.

We stopped by another mall after this, just to pick up more stock of the placenta and vitamin c lip balm that I had gifted to my mom. She loved it, and ended up buying many other items at the store haha. We didn't end up trying the takoyaki shop on the way back that I had wanted to, so Alan and I got dropped off at a specialty grocery shop near our hotel and my parents went back to their room first.

Not much interested me at the grocery shop, I was starting to get really bummed that the day was unsuccessful... We walked back to Aman, decompressed a little bit, and then headed out once again to meet Sayo for dinner. It's been 3 years since we last talked or hung out! The previous time I had seen Sayo was in Tokyo as well, when we last visited her. She brought us to a yummy and high class soba restaurant hahaha where she and Alan decided to do a sort of sake buffet tasting. Each time they ordered sake, 3 glasses from different brands would arrive. I guess that was our Halloween haha, very tame now.

After dinner, we walked around a little bit together, just chatting and catching up and shooting the shit. It was lovely to get to see her again, and I will miss the little monkey! We went back to our hotel and decompressed properly for our last day in Tokyo.

Nov 1:

First item on our agenda today was PIGNIC CAFE. This is in all caps because it was a dream come true hahahah. It's a pig cafe close to Yoyogi Park, where we are allowed to hang out with pigs in a small private room. It was sooo much fun to be in there, although the pigs really squeal and they like to nibble. One of them bit through the corner of my mom's t-shirt hahahha. Alan was an expert pig masseuse, and at one point, both piggies climbed on to my lap and I was in heaven.

The piggies are sooo well-trained, they know to go to their little litter box corner to do their business. There were also baby pigs sleeping in a little corner, huddling with one another and overlapping each other much like dogs do.

Chaos hahahhaha Peep that piggy in the background trying to bite my phone strap

This little munchkin climbed on to my mom's lap and spent 80% of our session sleeping there. 🥺 So sweet! I was unabashedly jealous.

After the pig cafe, we went our separate ways to do some shopping. Alan and I went to Rikugien Garden that was a little out of the way because I wanted to look for amazake, a delicious and sweet fermented rice drink that is not as popular as I think it deserves to be! There is a really famous place to have amazake, but unfortunately it is closed on Tuesdays and I missed this vital piece of information! So we found a gorgeous park that supposedly also sells amazake at one of its food stalls.

Look how beautiful!

We went in, walked around and noticed immediately how much more beautiful it was than the park we visited in Yokohama. I noted to Alan that I wish we just brought my parents here instead of making them sit for an hour-long ride to Yokohama. The first food stall that we walked into only served matcha and sweets, so we ordered a small set each and sat there enjoying the view. I was VERY disappointed that amazake was not available, and was super annoyed at myself for not having planned better. But Alan helped keep me calm and made sure I enjoyed the rest of the day anyway.

We enjoyed the matcha and sweets in this peaceful setting.

We walked around the rest of the park, since we had made it all the way to this part of town. We saw a really cool, bright orange-colored tree, and then from the corner of my eye I noticed another food stall. I told Alan it looked familiar (from the photos I had seen on Google when I was searching for amazake) and as we walked closer I knew we had the jackpot. To say I was elated was an understatement. Amazake was perfect for this weather, and we had found it!!! This was Alan's first time trying it, and I think he was pleasantly surprised. We ordered another tea set, this time of konjac jelly with miso sauce. Delightful.

We enjoyed this afternoon snack in another part of the park. Wonder why the other stall did not point us in this direction when we were asking about amazake, maybe they're competitors...?

Soooo happy! Yummy in my tummy <3

We went to a Sanrio / Hello Kitty store in Asakusa next, the third Sanrio-themed store on this trip to look for the handkerchiefs that Alan's mom asked us to get for her. They weren't available yet again... So we got her some larger towels and a cute Hello Kitty headband instead.

We took this photo to prove to her that we had really tried our best.

I went to another store to try looking for furikake, but to no avail, so we called an Uber and made our way back to a Sembikiya store close to our hotel, where we bought fruits as souvenirs for Alan's family. It took a LONG time to package, but I can confirm that it was worth the waiting. Those are the best grapes I've ever eaten in my life!!!!

We dropped everything off at the hotel, had a little down time and then we met up with my parents in the lobby to go to our dinner destination. I booked a very traditional kaiseki restaurant for our last meal in Tokyo, called Akasaka Kikunoi. This meal was delicious from beginning to end, with my one and only complaint being that the sea bream sashimi was sliced a bit too thick, so it was tough. Perhaps my only other complaint would be the portion size, again I think it's perfectly acceptable to give tiny portions if there are around 10 courses.... I don't want to waste my quota eating a larger piece of grilled fish when there were still so many dishes to come!

Here are some highlights from our meal :)

Incredible tofu dish. Annoyed that my dad did not give it a chance just because he knew it was tofu... He has definitely eaten tofu before when I withheld that information from him and he finished it, smacking his lips

Incredibly beautiful and intricate kaiseki. The duck liver pate was the best! Along with the monk liver and "mother-in-law chips"

This toro and egg yolk sauce was the highlight of my night! The toro melted in my mouth, and the sauce is to die for. I really wanted to ask if they would package some up for me to bring home....

Lots of soups and hot foods this meal. Perfect for me, but not so perfect for people who are not used to all the indoor heating! It wasn't even that cold yet in the country, very confused about the heating everywhere because it was a bit much.

This was the dish I was referring to when I said smaller portions are ok... It's a grilled piece of fish. Yummy, but I wanted more space and quota for the other dishes after.

Loved this! Persimmon is in season, I wasn't sure if it was supposed to just be a vessel to hold the "salad" but I ate the big persimmon "bowl" as well haha.

This soup was soooo delicious, very thick and full of collagen. It included shark's fin, which I normally wouldn't eat..... But it was already served, it would have broken my heart more if it had just gone into the trash. I also had to eat my mom's portion because she was stuffed by this point.

Maitake rice! We took the leftovers home with us and I actually ate it on the plane the next day hahahh.

Goodbye, Tokyo! You were a real one.

An absolute gem for our first trip since covid. And a truly memorable one. Loved every second (except that one day in Yokohama lol)

Oh, we actually thought we might not be able to fly on Nov 2 due to a typhoon in Hong Kong. Signal #8 was hoisted, which is the second highest possible rating for typhoons. Weirdly enough, there was barely any tolerance on the way back. We also mananged to get this stunning view of Mt Fuji shortly after takeoff!

The PCR tests and daily RAT tests were bearable.... Nothing too difficult. Restrictions are slowly easing up even more now, I'm so excited for things to get back to normal and to travel more again!

#tanjastravels #tokyo #japan #tansworld #wanderlust #travelling #travel

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kittykaylat1987 · 2 years

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Dinner was over and everyone had been kind enough to help you clean up. Sitting around the kitchen table, you figured now was as good a time as any to give Steve his birthday gift from you and Eddie.

Excusing yourself from the table you headed to your bedroom, quickly grabbing the envelope that had been driving you insane for 2 weeks. You wanted to get back to the kitchen before Eddie could let any part of your surprise slip.

Sitting back down, you cleared your throat, turning the attention to you. Steve turned to you, smiling. "Dinner was amazing as always. You keep feeding us like that and pretty soon we'll all be fat." You barked out a laugh. "Dammit, you've figured me out. I want all of you plump so I can eat you for dinner."

Eddie sensed you were nervous about what was about to happen, so he grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. You smiled up at him.

"Ok, what's wrong? You two have been acting weird for the past week or so." Leave it to Billy to notice you've been off. You had, in fact you were terrified and excited and sad for what you were about to do.

You sighed, sliding a manilla envelope onto the table. "I got you something and I'm unsure how you're going to react. Eddie has talked me down off the edge for the last 2 weeks because I know you. I've known you for the last 10 years and I know how you are. You think you are undeserving of anything good, which is why it took you so long to agree to a date with Billy. Well, that and he was a raging asshole for a long time."

"Hey! Sitting right here doll!"

"Anyways, so I did something, and it was completely a spur of the moment thing but, we believe you deserve it."

You slid the envelope over in front of him. Steve hesitated before picking it up. "Should I be as nervous as you made me?"

Opening it, he pulled the papers out and started reading. His eyebrows seemed to get higher with each sentence he read.

"This is-."

"Yes."

"But its in my name?"

"Yes."

"How? i don't-. When?"

Sliding your hand across the table, you placed it on top of his.

"What? What is it?" Billy really didn't like being left out of anything.

"It's the deed to his parents' house. Well, his house now. I bought it and put it in his name."

2 weeks ago...

The front door slammed open, and Eddie just about dropped the bottle of beer in his hand. "Jesus Christ!"

You practically ran into the kitchen. "Eddie! I just did something either really stupid or really fucking amazing!"

"I thought you were going grocery shopping. We're out of food."

"We'll get takeout. I didn't make it there."

"So where have you been for the last 3 hours?"

"Ok, so I went to my lawyer's office. I had you added to all of my accounts."

"What now?"

"Yeah, you're listed on all of my accounts now. So technically, they're all our Accounts."

"Okay, put a pin in that for now. What happened?"

"Oh, so I was sitting in the office doing the paperwork and guess who walks in?"

You didn't give him a chance to answer before continuing.

"Steve's fucking parents! They didn't see me, but I could hear his dads condescending voice through the wall. Damn bastard."

"What did you do to him?" He had his hand on his forehead, almost shaking his head.

"Why do you always assume I've done something to people? Anyways, the bastard is selling their house and evicting Steve! Without fucking telling him!"

"What? Are you serious? That's low! How can he do that? I don't understand! Steve is going to be devastated! He can move in with us, right?"

"He isn't going to have to."

"What do you mean?"

"I bought the house. Cash. On the spot. They were so desperate to sign the papers and take the cash and run, I don't even think they realized who I was."

"You own Steve's house?"

"No, Steve owns Steve's house. I'm having the deed put in his name."

Eddie broke out in a grin, grabbing you and spinning you around.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"You aren't mad that I spent a fuck ton of money on a split-second decision?"

"If anyone deserves that house, it's Steve. It's basically his anyways. They've never been there much anyway. And it's your money."

"Our money. Half yours now."

"Potato, tomato." He leaned down and kissed you.

"I can't accept this. It's too much. I can never repay you for this. I work at the fucking video store for Christ's sake."

You shook your head at him. "I don't want you to repay me. This is a gift. You deserve this. It's basically been yours since you were old enough to be left alone. You're always worried about taking care of everyone and everything else. This is one thing you don't have to worry about. You are amazing. You're kind and caring. You're one of the bravest men I've ever had the privilege of knowing. This is for you. No refunds. No returns. Do what you want with it. Demolish it and make a parking lot. Burn it and collect the insurance money. Sell it and run away with Billy."

He stood, pulling you with him and hugging you. "Thank you. I mean it. This is more than I ever could have hoped for. I love you; you know that right?"

Wiping tears from your eyes, you nodded. "I know. And I love you. Both of you. I hoped you guys could move in together officially. I know Billy and Max want to move back west. We actually have been talking about it. I think we're going to move the fuck out of here too."

Steve and Billy shared a look. "We want to leave too. This just gave us the opportunity to."

Eddie leaned back in his chair. "So, it's settled then. We're all in agreement? California in a month or two?"

You all nodded, smiling at each other. After everything you had been through, all of you deserved a fresh start.

#strangerthingsedit #billy hargrove #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

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zellerysworld · 3 years

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Hey There! Hope you’re doing okay. May I request a Househusband!Sukuna x Breadwinner! Wife headcanons? I think you understand his character very well and I would love to see more from you :)

A/n: thank you so much for the compliment! I hope you like my representation of Sukuna. This will take place in modern times, with Y/n being an office worker. Enjoy!!

『HouseHusband!Sukuna Head canons』

Tags: Fluff, crack, Sukuna x F!Reader

*chef Sukuna has entered the chat*

Okay no seriously this guy can cOOK. And not some regular old chicken fried rice, or making sandwiches- nah this dude cooks TRADITIONAL Japanese style.

He has spent ages figuring out your favorite foods, and then mastering them

But he’s not that good of a cleaner tbh

he attempts though and that’s all that matters :)

You may or may not have gotten into an argument a while back when he tried to use windex to clean the tv, ruining the tv in the process

Sukuna lowkey loves to sew, but if you try to ask him about it, he’d deny it. He’d say he only does it “because the rest of your clothes aren’t presentable”

But he specifically makes you robes like his, in your favorite colors and with pretty designs/patterns.

Sometimes he makes you sweaters in the winter time

When he gives the clothes to you, he always has this serious expression on him that also has disgust on it, and he’s just like “here.” While throwing it at you.

Children isnt really an option considering you work, and sukuna didn’t like kids.

However, you came home early one day and found sukuna arguing with a kid outside the apartments

They were arguing about which ball was better to throw, his or the kids.

You kinda just watched from the window while they argued until deciding to just use both balls on different days.

It made you think he was warming up to the idea as the two of you got older together.

Sukuna likes to talk to the neighborhood watch dads because he can talk about grills with them

When he goes to the store; he gets super aggressive about shopping but at the same time not??

Like he could spend hours in the vegetable and fruit section trying to debate how much cilantro he needs

Sometimes you have to sneakily buy junk food because sukuna only does it if your period is bad and you crave it.

But usually he only buys the healthiest and best of foods for you and him to eat so you both stay strong and healthy.

It’s sweet he loves you so much that he cares about your health, but at the same time you just want some mf potato chips

Okay so sukuna may or may not have accidentally built a mini zoo in y’all’s apartment

Hear me out, y/n

So sukuna is on his way back from the grocery store, having a resting bitch face per usual. Usually even animals are scared of his intimidating looks.

But this one dog, specifically a chihuahua, felt challenged by the look of his bitch face

The chi stood in front of him and in sukunas eyes, this was an automatic stand off

The entire neighborhood saw and warned you that sukuna was going insane the next day

Back to the story though- sukuna and the chi just stared at each other until sukuna said “the milk is going to go bad.” And walked past the dog.

Of course the dog took offense, but also appreciated sukunas bravery to just walk away so he followed Sukuna home

And sukuna respected the dog for being brave enough to follow him, so he just adopted it-

When you got home, Sukuna was sitting in his usual ground spot, but the dog was sitting next to him on the other side of the square table

The conversation started with you saying “what the fuck?” And ended with you saying “oh, makes sense”

So now y’all have a small demon hound

Anyways, sukuna was on the patio trying to tend to your plants while you were at work, but he heard the sound of plastic hitting something for a few minutes

After looking up, he squinted to see a hamster ball trying to make it’s ball over the curb (you can already see what’s gonna happen here-)

Sukuna goes outside and picks the hamster up. He’s wondering how a hamster even got here to begin with, but seeing as he looked hungry, sukuna went to the pet store and bought the hamster some food and a temporary cage

He might be evil and menacing, but sukuna has a soft spot for animals and nature. You being the only human he has a soft spot for.

So sukuna basically adopts the hamster and when you get home, you find your husband sitting at his spot at the table, with the chihuahua sitting in his, and now a random hamster cage in the spot across from the dog

Sukuna has so much audacity that he just looks at you like nothing is wrong in any way, shape, or form

He made you your favorite meal so you ended up ignoring the hamster and just eating

Sometimes you’ll come home to sukuna playing jazz music since it’s relaxing for you after a long day at work

When you have bad days and come home, sukuna will try to relax you with slow dancing, soul food, and giving you messages

One time, his petco coupon expired and he *almost* had a mental breakdown

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Hope you enjoyed!! I’m almost finished with all the other requests to those wondering for any updates. <3

#anime #manga #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #jjk ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jjk sukuna ryomen #jjk anime #headcanon #house husband #crack post

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ghostsmiky · 3 years

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My Obey me MC headcanons! (Oc)

(Calling her "MC" because I still don't have a name for her)

•MC is really petite and not very strong, but she is strong enough to take care of herself.

•Likes videogames and cartoons (I'm not referring to anime, but typical western ones) and is a multifandom blogger and theorizer.

•Used to draw a lot but hasn't drawn too much since she started college :/

•Graduated college a few months ago but hasn't had any luck finding a job due to her lack of experience in the field >:(

•MC inherited the farm she lives in from her grandparents on her father's side.

°Her dad refused to take care of it since his life in the city was comfy and he wasn't interested in the demanding farm life, and MC has had been dreaming about moving out of the city since she finished college.

°Proud owner of a small crop of 5x5 and a chicken cop with 3 chickens!.

°She was feeding her chickens when she was summoned to the Devilmon (cue to MC still throwing seed to the floor not noticing her surroundings changed, and Barbatos giving a fake "cough" to catch MC's attention)

•She was a little annoyed she had to study for another year, she just graduated with her bachelor's degree for effs sake!

°Cue to her realizing a year is a long time for leaving a farm unattended and immediately crying about her poor chickens.

°Barbatos and Diavolo calm her down by telling her they would send some Little Devils to the human world to take care of her farm chores and little cottage. (I headcanon that Little Devils *can* go to the human world as long as Diavolo gives them a chore)

•MC hated Mammon at first, he was the embodiment of the reason why she wanted to live out of the city. He was a loud, noisy, backstabber, whinny jerk with her during the first month of her staying at the house.

•She didn't know how to feel about Leviathan tho, he reminds her of herself before inheriting the farm. But she also felt hurt when Leviathan called her a normie..l mean she kinda is but name-calling always hurts.

•MC didn't get a private moment with Lucifer until 3 days after her first day at the Devilmon, when he wanted to discuss lunch duty with her and the house chores she had to take care of/share with his brothers and house rules she had to follow.

°she had a good impression of him, he seemed like a reasonable per-err-demon. It didn't take much for her to wake up startled by Lucifer yelling at Mammon at 3 AM, and then the horrible sounds of Mammon being hanged upside down IN FRONT OF HER ROOM (don't know where MC room is in the game, but I headcanon is upstairs in front of the dining room).

•Her meeting with Asmodeus and Satan was nicer. Instead of them meeting like in the game, they actually meet because of Asmodeus. Asmo wanted to meet MC since day one, but he wanted her to get used to the Devilmom first. Satan offered to go with him so they both can meet her.

°Asmo was happy about the idea and grabbed Satan's wrist to run to MC's room.

•They both offered to show her their favorite parts of the Devilmon ^^

°they visited public parks and gardens, book stores, clothes stores, galleries, coffee shops, etc.

°they became friends after that (MC was still a little hesitant about trusting someone so soon, but that didn't last long when Satan and Asmo take her to a cat cafe where they spent almost 3 hours talking).

°they were pretty surprised when MC told them about her grandfather's passing, her parents, and the farm. (She doesn't look like a farmer at all)

[I also headcanon Asmodeus being an empath and Satan being more in control with his anger when he is around him]

•Her meeting with Beelzebub was also less troublesome, she offered to Asmo to take his lunch duty for the day as thanks to taking her to know Devilmon...then got lost after attempting to find the grocery store.

Fortunately, Beelzebub was on his way back to the mansion after eating at his favorite restaurant and offered help.

°He also offered to teach her how to cook some of the Devilmon recipes. (I see Beel being the type of guy who is always looking out for others, but he mostly did that because he hopes Belphie has someone to help him in the human world too)

...now, speaking about Belphie...

•MC had no idea why she went up the stairs, maybe she was tired of Lucifer's rules (and Satan's bad influence on her didn't help either ) and that was her way to rebel against him without suffering the consequences...how ironic.

•She is not very smart and believed Belphegor when he told her he was human too (and was terrified of the idea of Lucifer doing that to her too).

•She felt a certain empathy for the demon, so she started to sneak upstairs with books, food, and also to gossip about Satan's pranks to Lucifer.

•She figured out something was weird and start connecting the dots (AKA MC losing trust in him).

°Beelphegor used Beelzebub as an excuse for this, he apologize saying that a demon locked by his own brother doesn't look good, and was afraid of MC not helping him at all. And he really missed his twin.

#obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obeyme lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #oc #headcanon

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orbitluke · 3 years

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your hair falling into place like dominoes - steve harrington

Summary: in a moment of boldness, Steve buys hair dye, causing your typical sleepover filled with movies and snacks to have a rather fun twist. (feat Robin because I love her <3)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (I don’t think I use any specific pronouns! Please correct me if I am wrong!)

Warnings: N/A

Category: fluff, softboyfriend!steve

Word Count: 2643

Authors Note: I’m a bit scared about posting this because I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write! I also couldn’t think of a title, so you can have a taylor swift lyric instead that kinda relates lol. I appreciate feedback and I hope that this is somewhat ok!

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Steve’s shift at Family Video had ended an hour ago. Rather than going straight home, he decided to walk downtown for a bit. He needed to buy a few things for later. You and Robin were heading over to his for a sleepover. An annual occurrence that had taken place since you and Steve had become friends with Robin whilst working at Scoops Ahoy.

He found himself walking towards Melvald’s General Store. He figured he could pick up a few snacks for you all. Steve greeted Joyce working behind the cash register, with a small wave; seeing her after a long gruelling shift made his night slightly better. There appeared to be a few customers lingering in each section. He took note of the reduced banners sprawled across the ceiling. It seemed even with Starcourt Mall gone the small store was still struggling. He made his way through each aisle, picking out each item he needed for tonight. He pulled his jacket a little tighter as he entered the frozen section. He picked up two pints of ice cream for you and Robin, smiling to himself as he recalled your previous sleepover, where you overindulged on ice-cream and laid across his sofa, groaning at how sick you felt. He took his time walking through the aisles, mentally checking off each item on his list. He wanted everything to be perfect. It had been a while since he spent time with you and Robin as a trio. He missed observing you and Robin stretched out over his couch, eat popcorn, and judge the characters on screen for their actions, however as he had picked up some extra shift at Family Video, your annual sleepovers had been pushed back. Steve’s gaze trailed along the aisles and towards the large clock that hung above the shelves. It was only 6:30 PM; he still had a while before you and Robin were meant to arrive at his house. You had spent the day at Hawkins library catching up on work you had missed. Steve’s parents were away on yet another business trip meaning he did not have to worry about any inappropriate interactions between them if they arrived early.

He could only imagine the tense conversation.

He ran his hand through his hair absentmindedly, thinking once more, what could he have forgotten. His hand stilled in recollection as he remembered he needed to buy more hairspray. Despite using it less frequently, Steve still liked to have a bottle on hand. As he made his way through the hair care aisle, he let his eyes flicker over the different products, smirking to himself when he saw the overpriced shampoo you insisted on buying, claiming it made your hair just an ounce softer. It seemed Steve was not the only one with a haircare clutch. Without even thinking, Steve grabbed a bottle telling himself he could keep it at his place just in case you needed it. A part of him knew he would find himself using it. The scent of your shampoo brought him closer to you and filled him with an immense comfort he had never felt before. His cheeks reddened as he thought back to how he had purposely sprayed your perfume on his jacket so he could have a reminder of you. He shook his head at the thought, grabbing the canister of hairspray he used, however, accidentally knocking over a bottle of hair dye in the process. Fumbling over his feet, Steve tried to balance his collection of snacks in his hand. He unexpectedly dropped a packet of cookies, letting out a quiet string of profanities. Managing to shift his weight, he picked up the two items with ease, thankful he did not drop anything else in the process. Steve inspected the bottle closely. Burgundy Red Hair Dye printed out in bold lettering. The bottle seemed familiar, then Steve remembered back to last Autumn, where you excitedly came over before the Fall Dance, holding this bottle. You insisted on dying your hair so you could match the Fall decorations. He gleamed at your excitement. Steve thought you were so cool, always pulling off different colours. He wanted to try. He thought for a moment and decided he was buying it. Perhaps knocking the bottle over was a sign to do something he considered drastic to his hair. Steve was a perfectionist when it came to his hair. He would spend a good half-hour every day ensuring each curl laid perfectly. A part of him believed that his hair was the only reason why people liked him. Doing something different was met with great unease. He always wanted to experiment with his hair. Admittedly he relied on his hair a lot for his self-worth and was extremely reluctant to change it. He vividly remembers his cheeks staining pink as his dad made fun of him for using a large amount of hairspray. However, you had always encouraged him to do whatever makes him comfortable.

Steve slowly started experimenting with his hair, parting it differently, even allowing his natural curls to flourish. Something you admired. He was certain at the start of your relationship, you were only dating him because of his hair. It was silly thinking that, but the small ounce of unease gnawing at his brain told him otherwise. He believed he didn’t have anything discernible about himself, but you showed him otherwise. Admittedly Steve merely wished he were as confident as you, especially when it came to changing your hair. Steve admired how you experimented with your hair, often switching it up, claiming you were bored with your appearance. Steve swore you would suit any colour. Steve merely wished he had the guts to do the same. There was a looming judgement from his dad who would make snide remarks whenever he was around. It made Steve feel uneasy, but he still followed through with making these small changes to his hair. It was different but good. His decision was set in stone as he placed the dye onto his pile of miscellaneous food and made his way over to Joyce, exchanging pleasantries and ringing up his total.

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As Steve pulled up to the driveway, he was made aware of how long his little shopping trip had taken, seeing two figures sat on his porch and two bicycles ditched on his drive. He found himself smiling, remembering Robin and you declaring your distaste for learning to drive. Instead, you insisted that you were both happy riding your bikes or stealing rides from Steve whenever he was free.

"Hurry up Harrington I need to piss," shouted Robin, uncrossing her legs so she could stand.

Steve shook his head at Robin, rolling his eyes mockingly.

“Gimmie a sec!” he responded as he stepped out of his car.

Steve shifted the grocery bags, so he could reach his house keys that were in his pocket. He felt a pair of hands steadily brush his lower back and grab one of the bags, preventing him from dropping it.

“Thanks,” he smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"No problem, my love."

He unlocked his front door, barely able to say another word before Robin bolted past him and down the hall towards the bathroom.

"She chugged three ice coffees earlier. She insisted it would help her study.”

Steve grinned at your words, shaking his head. That sounded like Robin.

He tried to take the groceries back off you, but you pulled the bag back out of his reach.

“You go in, I have got this bag." You placed the bags on the kitchen counter just as Robin returned, wiping her hands on her jean-clad thighs.

“You know there’s a towel in the bathroom,” you laughed. Robin shrugged at your words.

“Ooh, what did you get?” she leant forwards against the counter and began picking out the items one by one. She nodded her head in approval at the assortment of snacks Steve had brought, spreading them out on the counter so you could see.

“Wait, what is this-” Robin was unable to finish her sentence as Steve snatched the bottle out of her hand.

“Hey!” Steve felt his cheeks redden. “It’s nothing. Let’s put everything away.”

“Awh C’mon Steve, what is it?” Unwrapping his hand, Steve gradually revealed the bottle, causing you to let out an excited yell.

“Finally!”

His cheeks reddened at your words.

“You’re finally doing something to that mop!” Robin grinned, reaching up to ruffle Steve’s hair. “I’m not sure yet,” he shrugged, placing the bottle on the counter suddenly insecure.

“No, do it!” you encouraged, “you’ll look great! I’ll help you if you want.”

His heart warmed at your words.

“Really?”

“Yes!” You grinned already ushering the duo upstairs towards Steve’s other bathroom.

Unboxing the dye, Steve furrowed his brows at the instructions before asking, “Where do we start?”

You snatched them off Steve, throwing them into the sink, insisting you did not need them. You were practically a professional after all. He was ready to protest, but you shushed him by placing a finger against his lips, causing Robin to laugh at your interaction. You pulled out the dye and developer before pausing.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, raising his brows with panic.

“I need some Vaseline to line your head. Don’t wanna stain your skin,” you murmur, going over to the cabinet under his sink, rummaging through it.

“Aha!” you shouted in triumph.

"Here you go," you beam, gently opening the tub and caressing his forehead with the product, finishing by squeezing his cheek.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in protest, but secretly enjoying your playful actions.

"What can I do?" asked Robin, leaning against the doorframe observing quietly.

"You can go get snacks whilst I work my magic."

"Perfect!"

You tell Steve to sit on the edge of the bathtub. He lets out a playful groan before complying. You then wrap a towel around his shoulders, before mixing the developer and dye, shaking the bottle rapidly. He admired the way you furrowed your brow whilst in deep concentration. It was such a simple act, dying his hair, but Steve knew he would not trust another soul with this.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked, falling serious for a moment. You were aware of how anxious Steve could get, especially when it came to his appearance.

“Absolutely.”

You begin to part Steve’s hair, running your fingers through his hair to ensure it was all covered. Steve found himself relaxing at your touch.

“You’re gonna look so cool.”

“You think?” he quips, lifting his head so he could look at you. His heart fluttering as he watched your movements.

You nod reassuringly as you continue to cover his hair. Steve smiles as you begin to hum a familiar tune. It felt so domestic sitting here whilst you did this for him. It was moments like this Steve treasured and kept with him whenever he felt down.

“I love you,” Steve states, lifting his hand so he could pause your actions momentarily.

You glance down at him fondly, your heart racing at his words. No matter how many times you said those words to one another, it always felt like the first time. You reached down interlocking your free hand with his, squeezing gently as if uttering the words back. A silent gesture acknowledged by you both.

“Oh fuck!”

A clatter sounded through the room, causing you to jump back and release Steve’s hand. Looking over your shoulder, Robin stood by the door, hunched over as she tried balancing the snacks. A single can of Coke rolling at her feet.

“Sorry!” she gasped, rushing to pick the can up.

“Here Harrington, take a cookie, it’s gonna be a long wait before we see the results.”

“It looks good so far,” she noted whilst moving past you.

“I just need to do the back and then we just wait,” you responded.

Surprisingly, it did not take long. You, Robin, and Steve had settled into his bedroom, an abundance of snacks surrounding you all as you spoke about your day. Robin updated you guys on the girl she was seeing. She spoke about their recent date, laughing at the way she fell whilst roller skating. The blush on her face whilst she spoke about the girl made you smile endlessly. Looking towards Steve, you share a nod, both silently noting your friend's infatuation. You then made your way back into the bathroom, guiding Steve by his shoulders towards the sink so he could lean backwards allowing you to rinse his hair. You detached his showerhead and turned it on, the water rinsing off the dye. Swirls of red, falling down the drain allowing you to note the change in Steve’s hair colour. You took the towel from around him, wrapping it around his head and fluffed his hair making him let out a muffled laugh. You quickly covered his eyes with your hands before he could turn around and see his reflection.

“Not yet!” you squealed, nodding towards Robin, telling her to grab his hair dryer and comb off the counter so you could style his hair properly. She followed your lead, equally anticipating the result.

With one last brush of his hair, you finally allowed Steve to turn and see his reflection.

“What do you think?” Anxiety washes over you, uncertain by Steve’s reaction. He wore a pensive look, no clear indication of how he felt. Both you and Robin watched eagerly trying to gauge his response.

“I kinda hate it.”

“What!” you exclaimed, sharing a look of panic with Robin.

He let out a boisterous laugh at your response.

“Kidding!” he chuckled.

He reaches up and runs a hand through his locks, noting the change in texture and colour. There was only a small change in hue, a deep burgundy colour, but Steve adored it. He felt good. His previous anxieties seemingly vanished as he turned to face you, wrapping you in a warm hug.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, pressing his head in the crook of your neck. You break the embrace, jokingly hitting his chest.

“That wasn’t nice.”

You look up at him closely, noting the way his eyes seem to be somewhat brighter.

“I do look cool though, don’t I?” he laughed playfully.

You hummed in agreement, admiring the way he looked. Crests of light falling through his window, highlighting the darker shades of red lingering in his hair. It was such a small change, but he still looked stunning.

“It will probably wash out in a week,” you note softly, “so we can always do it again if you like.”

“Or” Steve begins, trailing off slightly before gleaming mischievously, “I could dye yours and Robin’s hair.”

“Absolutely not dingus!” Robin protested, holding her hands up in horror.

You pat Steve’s back teasingly whilst also laughing at Robin’s words.

“C’mon let's put a movie on.”

“I’m choosing!” Declared Robin, already making her way out of the bathroom.

Just as you were about to follow, Steve tugged at your hand, halting your movement.

“I mean it,” he begins, “Thank you for doing this. I feel like anyone else would have made fun of me for making this such a big deal, but you,”

He looked down at his feet, almost hesitant with his words.

“You always encourage me. I really do love you.”

Robin leant against the bathroom door, observing your interaction, admiring the way you and Steve acted with one another. She smiled softly to herself, thankful that her two friends loved each other. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but she thought you were a cute couple.

“I love you too.” you respond, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Breaking away you smirk,

“Oh, and Steve, thank you for the shampoo.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #reader insert

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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years

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dad!Witchers and Tantrums

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a while now, it was an idea brought on by a conversation with @plumbits and @sometimesiwrite helped me finish it!! Thank you babe for all your help <3

Warnings: kids throwing tantrums??, crying kids??, I don’t know that there are many warnings in here, it’s just fluffy dad content

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Lambert

You pushed the door to your house open, hurrying to close it behind you so you could see what it was Eva was crying about. You could hear her wails as you drew closer to the house and you were worried.

You found Lambert sitting at the kitchen table. One of the dining chairs was on top of the table and he seemed to be fixing it. Eva was laying on the floor next to him, crying and screaming at the top of her lungs.

“What is going on?” You asked, placing the basket containing things from the market down on the end of the table.

“She wanted to hang on the table and I told her no cause she’d get hurt pulling the tablecloth and everything on the table off on to herself. Then she threw herself onto the floor.” He explained, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Since she’s occupying herself with sounding like a banshee, I figured I’d get a few things done.” He gestured to the chair. “Geralt broke this chair last time he was over. So I’m fixing it.”

You looked down at Eva for a moment, feeling the need to pick her up and comfort her, but you knew she needed to learn that there were some things she couldn’t do and throwing a tantrum over being told no wasn’t the right thing to do.

“Mommy!” Eva sat up when she realized you were there. “Daddy-Daddy is a big meanie!”

“Oh, love. He just told you not to hang on the side of the table. We don’t want it falling down on you.” You gave her an apologetic smile, then moved to unload the woven basket of items from the market.

“He’s a big meanie and he made me cry!” She stood up moved to you, her hands over her eyes as she cried. She put her face into your skirt, little hands leaving her face to fist the soft material of your skirt.

“That’s me.” Lambert let out a breath as he stood up. He lifted the now fixed chair off of the table and set it down. “Big meanie witcher. Been making kids cry since my days at Kaer Morhen.”

“Lambert.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

He snickered, finding himself funny.

“Eva, you should apologize to your father for calling him a big meanie.” You told her, reaching down to brush your fingers through her hair.

“No! He deserves it!”

You moved away from her to put the groceries up.

She cried for a few minutes, looking from you to Lambert. She was waiting for one of you two pay attention to her.

Since you were busy with groceries and Lambert was sitting down messing with a dagger, she decided to go to him. He was more her level and thus, easier to get the attention of.

“Daddy!” She wailed.

He put the dagger on the table and caught her just as she was throwing herself into his lap.

“You can’t throw a tantrum whenever you want, sweetheart.” He told her, patting her back carefully. She buried her nose in his neck, little arms wrapping around him as much as possible.

Lambert made a gagging nose. You looked over to him, confused.

“What?”

“She’s all snotty and gross.” He whispered so she wouldn’t hear him.

Eskel

“Come on, daddy!” Nadia tugged at Eskel’s hand, doing her best to rush him through the busy streets or the market.

Her hand slipped from Eskel’s grip and she made it about five paces away from the witcher before she barreled into a woman. The woman stumbled back a bit and Nadia was knocked to the ground.

“Excuse you!” The woman gasped, glaring down at the five-year-old.

“My apologies, ma’am.” Eskel picked Nadia up from the ground and put her on her feet.

“You should learn to control your child, Master Witcher.”

“She’s just eager to see her mother, ma’am.” Eskel didn’t bother to spare the rude woman a look as he brushed Nadia’s clothes off.

“Come on, daddy! We’re going to be late!” Nadia tried to move but Eskel refused to let her slip from his grasp again. His hand kept hold of her wrist, gently tugging her back around to face him.

“Darling, you can’t rush through the streets like you just did.” He shook his head. “You’ll get trampled or run into someone, or I could lose sight of you. You have to stay by my side, holding my hand-,”

“But daddy! Mommy needs us!”

“She will be there even if we are a few minutes later than we said we would be, Nadia-,”

“No, daddy, you don’t understand!” Nadia shook her head, pulling at his wrist and trying to move away from him. “We-We have to get there! We have to get to her! We have to get to her so we can walk her home! What if she walks home alone? We can’t let her walk home by the swamps alone, daddy! You always say the swamps are nowhere for a lady to walk by herself!”

“Your mother is a very capable lady, Nadia. She can handle herself.” Eskel assured Nadia, though the thought of you walking home alone at night, especially through the swamps, worried him. “But we told her this morning that we would be coming to walk her home, didn’t we?”

Nadia looked up at him for a few moments, brows furrowed together as her eyes searched his.

He could see how worried she was, how concerned she was about her mother’s safety.

“But-But daddy! She’s-She’s going to walk alone!” Nadia cried out, pulling at his hand once more. She managed to break free this time and darted off into the street.

“Shit.” Eskel cursed under his breath.

She was headed in the right direction, straight for your herbal shop, but she was weaving in and out of mule carts and pedestrians, making his stomach churn. One wrong move and she’d be kicked by a spooked horse, or a cart would run her over.

Luckily, there was a break in the crowd and Eskel didn’t have to be careful with where he was going. He sprinted to his daughter and snatched her up. She screeched rather loudly, kicking and screaming.

“Daddy! We have to get to mommy!”

“Nadia, we aren’t going anywhere until you stop yelling.” Eskel moved out of the middle of the road, finding a barrel against the side of a building to place Nadia on. “Look at me, Nadia.”

She had tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess and no longer stayed out of her face in the braid Eskel spent way too long doing. He tucked a few pieces of hair out of her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“We will get to mommy before she leaves her shop, okay? But we can’t get to her if you aren’t listening to me. I know you’re worried about her and you don’t want her walking alone at night. It’s scary at night, isn’t it?”

“No, daddy.” Nadia shook her head. “It’s not scary, ‘cause I’ve got you. But-But mommy won’t have you if we don’t make it there on time.”

Eskel stopped for a moment, smiling softly.

“Sweet girl.” He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Mommy is just around the corner. How about I carry you the rest of the way?”

She nodded her head and held her arms out for him.

Eskel picked her up, letting her tuck her head into his neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his stomach.

“I remember years ago when I used to travel for work.” He started down the road towards your shop. “I was always in a rush to get home to mommy. All I wanted to do was see her, and make sure she was safe.”

“Cause you love her, daddy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Cause I love her.”

Geralt

The White Wolf looked up from his sword, feeling eyes on him. Across the room, Lana sat with a few toys. Her fingers were in her mouth as she was staring at him, or more accurately, at the sword in his hand.

He brought his attention back down to the sword and continued to drag the whetstone over it to sharpen the edge.

Geralt heard Lana stand up and waddle across the room to him. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes, smiling softly.

“Hello, little dove.”

“Da.” She cooed, eyes falling from him to stare at the sword. She seemed entranced by the shiny silver.

Her little hand reached out to touch the sharpened steel but Geralt shook his head, pulling it away from her.

“No, Lana.” His words were gentle. He never raised his voice at his daughter. But for some reason, the little girl’s face scrunched up and tears sprung from nowhere, trailing down her cheeks. She cried and wailed as if she’d just been hurt.

You came out of the bedroom in a hurry, anxious to see why your daughter had been crying.

“What happened?” You asked your husband, who placed his sword aside so he could pick Lana up.

“She wanted to touch the sword.” Geralt stood to his feet and moved to Lana, reaching down to pick her up.

“Nooo! Da!” The one-year-old screamed, waving her hands fiercely.

Geralt stopped, his breath catching in his throat.

Lana turned to you, tears pouring down her cheeks as she reached out for you.

“Daddy didn’t hurt you, love.” You picked her up and moved towards Geralt but she writhed in your arms, kicking her feet and burying her face in your neck.

“What if…. Dove, what if she hates me?” He asked quietly, his deep baritone voice barely a whisper.

“She doesn’t hate you, Geralt.” You shook your head, carefully bouncing Lana up and down as you moved towards him. Her cries had died down to pitiful sniffles as she kept her face in your neck, tears dampening your skin. “Give her an hour and she’ll be back to being attached to your hip.”

He didn’t believe you. What if she hated him? What if she never let him hold her again? What if she never let him give her kisses?

“Did I do something wrong?” He moved to sit down at the table with you.

“You did nothing wrong, Geralt. She’s one. She doesn’t need to be messing with swords. Save that for later.”

“Why did she react like that though?” Geralt looked down at his hands. “She didn’t…. even want me to hold her.”

“She’s overly tired, my love. She hasn’t had her nap yet.” You stopped bouncing her and rubbed her back. “She’ll be asleep any minute.”

He stood up from the chair and moved to put his sword away. From there, he nervously moved around the room, going from one window to the other and then to the fireplace, waiting for Lana to wake up.

You took her to her room so she could sleep properly.

When you turned to leave the room, you found your husband standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. A frown was prominent on his lips and his brow was furrowed.

You sighed softly and moved to him, brushing your hand along his bicep.

“Geralt, my love, there’s no reason to be so worried.”

“I made her cry.”

“She cries over everything.” You reached up to brush your fingertips over his scruffy cheek. “She still loves you.”

He let out a small breath and looked past you to his sleeping daughter.

“Let her take her nap and afterwards I promise you she’ll be back to normal.”

He nodded but remained silent.

You guided him out to the main room and put a blanket down in front of the fireplace. You sat down, comfortably criss crossing your legs, and patted your lap. The witcher laid down parallel to the hearth, resting his head in your lap.

“You did the right thing, Geralt.” You assured him, combing your fingers through his hair. “She is definitely not allowed to touch your swords- or any weapons for that matter -when she is this young. Later on when she’s older, you can teach her how to properly handle a dagger. But for now, you need to protect her from hurting herself, and you did your job. Yes, you made her cry, but she cries over everything.”

“I’ve…. I just have never been the one to make her cry.” His eyes fluttered shut.

“You’re an amazing father, Geralt.” You brushed your fingertips along the sides of his face. “Making her cry doesn’t change that. She’s just a sleepy baby. Everything will be alright.”

A little while later, Lana woke up. You were still sitting on the floor and Geralt had dozed off for a few minutes. The second he heard her little footsteps, he opened his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position.

She came waddling into the room a few moments later, holding one of her stuffed animals. At the sight of her father, her face lit up and she threw her hands into the air, letting out a joyful, high-pitched squeal. The little one-year-old did her best to run to him.

Geralt caught her just as she tripped a few steps away from him. The stuffed animal was discarded on the floor.

“Da! Dada!” She kicked her feet happily, the biggest smile spread across her face.

A smile of his own came across the witcher’s lips as she put her hands on either side of his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Calling it a kiss was a bit of an overstatement though. She put her mouth against his cheek and drooled on him.

You smiled fondly, reaching over to rub your husband’s shoulder.

“I told you everything would be okay.”

His eyes flickered over to meet yours and he smiled back at you. He leaned in to kiss you but Lana was having none of it. She squealed and grabbed his face, turning him back to her.

You leaned forward to kiss Geralt’s shoulder since he was occupied with Lana kissing his face.

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soclonely · 3 years

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The Clones as My Dad's Snow Storm Purchases For Urban Oklahoma

Ok bless this man. My mom is from up north. She spent her life shoveling snow in the upper peninsula of Michigan, where on average they get around 360inches of snow a year. But my dad, bless his heart, has never experienced real snow in his life minus a vacation here and there and Oklahoma, where they live, got LOADED with snow and negative temps. My mom let him do the shopping for supplies and groceries and I had to because it's so ridiculous I love him. As I have said before, my dad is like Tech so naturally he did hours of research before shopping.

Rex- coffee, like a lot. He went to Costco and bought 3 bulk coffee containers

Echo- bulk vitamins. Doesn't want to get sick and sound funny this week on zoom I guess?

Fives- frozen pizzas. They are taking up a quarter of my parents deep freezer

Jesse- stacks upon stacks of bottles water, which is actually good because their pipes froze

Kix- Sorel Winter boots that he will probably only wear a few times because my mom does all the winter shoveling(she enjoys it, it's a good workout, my dad has noodle arms)

Tup- hot cocoa and fuzzy socks for him, my mom, and my baby brothers

Dogma- a shovel that also acts as a garbage pick

Hardcase- blow up tubes for sledding. I hope they find a hill because the prairie is flat. Sled down the side of our storm shelter in the yard I suppose?

Coric- so much junk food. Like my mom doesn't know what to do with it. He got cookies and chips and lil donuts

Bly- instant soups, a solid 20 packs. Not even kidding on the number mom says. 20 of the dump in water, heat, and serve

99- A mop for cleaning up the piping mess.

Cody- space heater for the living room when the fire place is off

Waxer and Boil- board games to keep my mom and the youngest two brothers busy. My mom homeschools so this was actually a smart move for the week

Wolffe- steaks. "They were on sale!"

Sinker and Boost- a heat gun to melt the ice off the car and sauna doors because they were frozen shut. My mom without a sauna is like obi wan without a 3 minute break from Anakin

Hunter- humidifier because y'all, shit down there gets DRY. It's a big one and they still have to refill it 4 times a day. Current humidity reading in the house is 38%

Wrecker- 15lb package of spaghetti noodles 😭😭😭

Tech- bubble coat and snow pants for the family. They can withstand temps of down to -30 degree F. After his presentation of how great they were my mom went out in a hoodie and shoveled their driveway AND the neighbors.

Crosshair- a new lock for his office because he knows my mom is going to get shack wacky since she won't be going anywhere with the kids this week and will send the 6 year old up to bug him.

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nevilles-insinuations · 4 years

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The Road to Normal - Colson Baker

Requested by @catlady495 : are you taking requests? if so i think it would be so cute if you like took your kids to see colson on tour and have it like really fluff/cute family crap 🥺

Word Count: 1929 Warnings: None really. Fluff and kids. A/N: Gif by me. Sorry this took so long but I had no idea what to write for a while and kept deleting stuff. Anyways, Stream Tickets to My Downfall!

Going on a flight with 3 kids was just as hectic as it sounded. You were starting to question whether it was worth it. A 2-year-old half asleep on your lap, his feet dangling in your face for an hour. Because if you moved even an inch, he would wake up and you weren’t emotionally prepared for that.

Bella had finally stopped asking questions about the plane, how it flew and when she would see her dad. Her sister distracting her with her tablet. You were always thankful for Casie, she was the best big sister that you could ever ask her to be. Even when you didn't ask, she was awesome. 5 months and 25 days without him and you were going a little stir crazy. It was the loneliness more than anything that got you. The kids hated it, and seeing them like that made your heart hurt.

Colson was feeling it too, though he would never admit how much. Tour was insane like always, but he loved it. The mess, the noise, the crowd. Performing was like breathing to him - the only thing he would change was you. Without you there, it was like a piece of him was missing. A late-night phone call and "I miss you" couldn't get you to drop everything and fly to another country. Now you had kids, it was a lot more difficult to bring them out on road. The circumstances were understandable but hard to take. So this plan was put into action. The plan that involved your legs being scrunched up against a chair for 5 hours and trapped in a metal tube. The ride to the hotel was thankfully pretty short, and you met your favourite co-conspirator there.

"Hey (Y/N)"

Ashleigh hugged you tight, bright smile on her face now that you were finally here. Colson needed this, and she knew you did too.

"How are you guys?"

She was attacked with cuddles in response, laughing as the kids could barely contain their excitement.

Colson, completely unaware of his almost screaming children in the lobby, was in his room. He had called you, just before you'd left for the airport. Panic filled your body. Trying to brush him off was difficult. Normally you'd talk for hours but your terrible excuse of “crying kids and needing to go grocery shopping” was enough to prevent any questions. Thankfully he was too tired to probe any further. You probably made his shitty day even worse, the sadness in his voice killed you.

“No- its fine baby, we can talk later. It was nothing important, I just miss you and the kids like crazy. I love you”

At least now you could make his day a whole lot better.

"Which way is it?"

Casie asked once you were out of the elevator, and finally at his floor. She was bouncing with more energy than you'd seen in a while. Looking determined, concentration etched on her face as she matched the number on the keycard with the doors in front of her. Eli tried to escape from your arms getting antsy, wanting to go where everyone else was.

"Okay, okay. You'll see Daddy soon I promise"

You gently shushed him, eyes widening at the mention of his father. You followed your girls to make sure they didn't scream the entire way there.

"(Y/N), come on!"

Casie ran back and her hand tugged yours. Bella was behind you using all of her might to push, her little arms only reaching your lower back. You laughed, while they hurried you to the door. Now only a few steps separated you from him. Colson didn't flinch at the sound of the door handle, presuming it was Ash coming to talk about the show later. Looking up from his phone, he sighed, waiting for another lecture. His mouth fell open when he saw you all standing there.

"Dad!"

Bella ran towards him and Eli wriggled out of your grasp, climbing over the mattress with his sister's help. Casie made her way around the bed, diving under his other arm.

"What are you doing here?"

That smile you loved so much was plastered on his face, unable to hide it at seeing his babies. They were actually here and not buffering pixels thanks to terrible hotel Wi-Fi.

"Came to see you, duh"

Casie shrugged like it was the easiest thing into the world, burrowing back into his shoulder, while her father laughed.

Finally hearing that laugh in person was heaven. His eyes met yours across the room. After months, those blue eyes were staring into yours, lingering on your figure in disbelief. For a while, he would get to be Colson, instead of Kells.

He escaped the grasp of your children, making his way over to you. Enveloping you in a hug and almost lifting you off the floor. Pressing a kiss to his lips your hand caressed his cheek, drinking in your favourite view. Cuddling you tight to his chest for a few seconds, Colson planted a kiss to your hairline. God, he was so happy. You could hear Casie sighing from the other side of the room. Reaching over dramatically to cover her sibling's eyes, both of you chuckled at her antics. Finally, everything was back to your crazy kind of normal.

The few hours you got to yourselves were gloriously spent doing nothing. Colson listening attentively as Casie told him everything that had happened at school. Bella showed him how far she had got with the guitar. The instrument was bigger than her but she was determined to prove that their facetime lessons were working.

Eventually, you made it to soundcheck. The kids all looked so cute in their matching tour shirts. As you strolled in, Casie was glued to his hip, she was definitely going to be taller than him soon. They were all taller than the last time he’d seen them, which Colson hated. His tiny humans were getting bigger by the second and he was missing it. But the feeling of having them here made him forget that pain of leaving and missing them every second.

You plonked yourself on a seat next to Mod, watching a few rows back with Eli on your lap. While, Bella and Casie went wandering backstage with Ash.

"Daddy up there?"

His small voice asked, swinging his legs on the chair. He had gotten bored on your lap after a while. You pointed up to the stage, where Colson was currently talking to Rook about a drum solo.

"Wanna see!"

You lifted Eli off the chair, holding him above your head to see the stage.

"Wanna see Daddy!"

You pointed to the stage with your free hand but it was no use. Eli sniffled, pouting at you. Those big brown eyes blinking up at you, and you instantly melted.

"Fine. We'll go even though he's only over there"

Mod laughed, as you trudged up that stage, crying toddler in tow.

AJ and Baze waved at Eli who gave them a small wave back, but his eyes remained fixed on his father. Slim pointed for Colson to turn around.

"What's up?"

Colson reached out, taking your son in his arms, eyes scanning for any injury. Eli wrapped his arms around his neck and immediately shut up.

"What's wrong? Why you crying?"

"Missed you"

The baby mumbled into his tattooed shoulder, and Colson’s arms squeezed him a little tighter.

"You were just over there!"

He laughed, pointing to where Mod was, who waved back at him.

"You wanna stay up here with me?"

His voice was softer as he asked the question and Eli nodded intently.

"Guess I'll sit here then"

You made your way over the side of the stage, laughing at the thought Colson jumping around with a baby in his arms. He'd done it before. It was difficult but still unbelievably cute.

Casie appeared next to you, back from hanging out with Ash and Ash.

"Hey Casie B"

She rested her head on your shoulder, her curly hair tickling your forehead. At least she still wanted to hang out with you.

"You doing okay?"

She nodded. Casie would have a good time no matter what, she just wanted to see her dad.

“Thanks for bringing me”

“No problem, you’re a delight. Plus who else is going to watch the madness with me?”

She agreed wholeheartedly, and almost on cue, soundcheck was yet again interrupted by one of Colson’s tiny humans. It was less troublesome than the usual chaos that followed your family around, but it was to be expected. Bella walked onstage confidently, not unlike her someone else you knew, planting herself in front of her uncle. Slim leant down, the five-year-old whispering in his ear, to which he nodded.

“Rookie, you’re out the band”

“Again?”

His accent rang in the air, still sounding dejected at the words he had heard so many times.

“Yeah” Slim nodded, helping his niece over to the drums “Bella is replacing you”

“Do you need some help?”

Rook asked, seeing the concentration on her little face.

She paused, thinking about this life-changing decision for a second.

“Maybe a little”

Her tiny hands grabbed the sticks, whacking the drums and cymbals with some sense of rhythm. She was taking advantage of her moment. Soaking up the applause and cheering, you took that as your cue to leave so they could actually rehearse.

The show was phenomenal, as always. Surrounded by music and the unreal energy that came in waves from the stage. To you it was beautiful. Although that may have been just because of who was jumping around shirtless on stage. Colson winked at you and all the girls screamed but you just shook your head and blew a kiss back. Bella was disappointed to not be on drums, but she still had a good time. Bopping along with her tiny headphones, giggling when her dad made funny faces at them. Eli had fun clapping to the music, occasionally half wobbling half dancing with his sisters. The babies got tired quickly, eventually leaving to snooze backstage. Casie was wide awake, watching with awe as her father jumped across the stage. She shot you another smile, and you just felt happy. Nothing could beat that feeling of spending time with your family, the ones you love. Or an amazing concert.

After the show, you were welcomed into a hug by smiling, and very sweaty, Colson. And you wouldn’t change a thing for that sight. Eventually, you’d make it back to the hotel, basking in the almost silence of nighttime and enjoying each other’s company for the first time in a while. Bundled on the bed, cold because your children had claimed ownership of all blankets and comforters. Whispering due to your sleeping kids, you would attempt to have a conversation but Colson would still make you laugh without even trying.

“Quiet is so weird to me now”

The blond hummed, agreeing with your statement. It was nice but strange to not have a constant stream of noise filling the room.

“You wouldn’t rather be out having drunk lightsaber fights right now?”

“I mean, if you’re suggesting it-”

He abruptly sat up, attempting to move off the edge of the bed, amongst the sea of people on the mattress.

“Nope. This is perfect”

Colson shook his head, moving back and resting comfortably on your shoulder. And you knew, he meant every word. Despite the tantrums, very long flights and awkward facetimes. This was worth it and always would be.

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