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astralis-is-typing · 9 months

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Stray kids family as an actual family

⚝fic type: headcannon (comedy/crack)

⚝genre/contains: a rundown of the kinds of relatives you will encounter at a typical family gathering, except it’s stray kids

⚝word count: 1.5k

⚝A/N: hi hi! if you’ve ever been to a large family gathering you’ll probably relate to one of these, no matter where you're from haha. did these from jeongin -> chan instead of the usual order to spice things up (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) p.s: this is just for giggles so don't take it too seriously. enjoy!

｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Grandma Jeongin has two modes, and she will be interrogating you either way.

Most of the time she’s talking about other family members while she cooks or cleans up the kitchen. Jeongin knows who is most likely to get married next, who will never get married, who’s about to get a divorce and even which of your cousins is at loggerheads with their respective bosses.

Whether she ends up being right about her crazy notions or not, she does not care. Jeongin will always have something to talk about, no matter how controversial it may be.

If you’re in the kitchen, then it seems you must automatically join in on these speculations. Better play it up, because it’ll distract her from putting you on dish duty- and get you early access to whatever she’s cooking up (a storm piece of cake).

“Help your grandmother,” she’ll grumble, if she figures she won’t get much out of you. “Kids these days. When I was your age I didn’t have to be asked. You’ll never find a spouse with this behaviour.”

At other times, your favourite granny is sweet once she’s been sated by her 4th cup of tea. Or a cup of soda, on days she’s feeling ‘adventurous and bold’. Jeongin will spontaneously call you over and ask you who your girlfriend or boyfriend is now. Jeongin wants to know what you’ve been doing with your whole life, but all in good faith haha.

Grandma Jeongin will also be commenting on your fashion choices and giving you rather outdated skincare tips on how to age gracefully like her.

｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

The cousin you’re always being compared to, academically or otherwise. Seungmin is 100% that overachiever who is constantly being praised by all your uncles and aunts who think the world of him.

It’s hard not to be jealous or annoyed when your parents compare you to your genius cousin and ask you unbelievable questions. “Why can’t you get A’s like Seungmin?”

No matter what you’ve done in your life, it seems Seungmin has outdone you lmao. He’s the golden child who can do no wrong and you just have to live with it.

In spite of the pressure to be perfect, Seungmin is still really fun to be around. He’ll also do your homework/projects for you if you ask nicely enough.

(Who are we kidding, this is Kim Seungmin. You’ll probably have to cough up some cash haha.)

｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

The fun cousin. Now, one person like this is enough to survive a family gathering.

Felix is the cousin who you need to show up. He’s the person who actually makes family gatherings tolerable. Like, if Felix doesn’t pull up then everyone is kind of bored.

He’s everyone’s favourite cousin; you can count on him to make those boring dinners interesting, and be your crime partner in the event you and your cousins plan to sneak out- distracting you guys’ parents with detailed stories of how he managed to win 63 medals in ‘taekwondaur’.

He’s the adults’ favourite, too. When you were children, and needed to send someone to ask for permission to game/watch TV, he was for sure the one appointed- because no one can say no to him.

When your grandmother is interrogating you and you can’t think of an exit plan, this cousin will charmingly swoop in and save your ass.In any kind of familial sticky situation, Felix has got your back.

｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Han was probably forced to come lmfao. He was most likely threatened by his parents because they’re tired of being asked where their son is and why he won’t visit.

Jisung is that relative you see once in a blue moon. You’re not quite sure what side of the family he’s from, but you are somehow related. You barely know anything about this guy- what he does for a living, or if he’s been to college… Han Jisung is quite the mystery.

He’s the person that shows up late, leaves early, and is really just there for the food. You don’t really blame him, though; family gatherings can be exhausting. It’s understandable that some people would rather just bypass as many of them as possible.

Your other relatives will call him antisocial because he’s mostly on his phone, but he’s really just trying to avoid being spotted (and probed) by Grandma Jeongin- or Auntie Lee Know, who you’ll meet further down this post haha. Someone like Felix might manage to rope him into making conversation here and there, but Jisung’s interest widely remains at large.

Jisung disappears from the feast as quietly as he came in, and it takes a while for anyone to notice his absence. With his ability to remain evasive, Han might as well be a spy bahah.

｡Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The rich aunt who lives abroad and only comes to visit every three or four years. All the kids love her because she comes loaded with presents for everyone. She’s super fun to be around because she’s got this carefree nature that’s simply infectious. Hyunjin just oozes rich auntie vibes. I mean, did you see him in that 5-star trailer?! Definitely the one who’s been supplying Grandma Jeongin with her collection of eccentric footwear.

Since she’s not around much she doesn’t know what you like, and will give you enough money to buy yourself something nice. Aunt Hyunjin will also come through for you in any financial trial you might be going through. You need a new computer? She’s on it. Rent is due and you’re in a tight spot? Aunt Hyunie to the rescue!

Of course, quality family time cannot be substituted with money, no matter the amount. But hey, if Hyunjin wants to slap a fat wad of cash in your hand, you’re not complaining…

｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ

The relative who can’t stop gushing over how big you’ve grown. Whether you’re 15 or 28, you’ll have to endure his speculations over how it was ‘just the other day’ when he was changing your diapers, and look at you now. Once he’s had a drink or two, Changbin does not hesitate to dish out super embarrassing stories of you as a child.

Nevertheless, Changbin is really fun to be around. He’s present at most family gatherings and more or less keeps them happening.

Changbin is also that uncle who’s trying to help everyone get their lives in order lmfao. You’d easily mistake him for a life coach or fitness guru with the way he’s spewing out tips on how to live a healthier lifestyle every 15 minutes. His advice is valid, sure, but you’re really just trying to enjoy your food, you know?

“You shouldn’t be drinking that. Don’t you know coca cola can be used as a toilet cleaner?! And you’re still willingly ingesting it…” He’d say, shaking his head in disappointment.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

The nosy aunt.

Auntie Lee Know will sidle up to you with an offering of cookies or potato chips while she not-so-subtly pries into your dating life. Given the chance, she can turn any encounter you have into the possible beginning of a romantic trope. You tell her someone was glaring at you on the bus? Strangers to lovers. Your classmate keeps gloating over the fact that they beat you in a recent exam? Academic rivals to lovers.

For all its worth, Auntie Lee Know is a fantastic cook and the thought of her beef wellington gets you through most interrogations.

If Auntie Lee Know isn’t grilling you, then she is most definitely gossiping in the kitchen with Granny Jeongin about you and everyone else. Those two are a force to reckon with when put together. And there is really no escaping them when they get their hands on you. Like, you literally can never win, this auntie wants to know it all.

Auntie Lee Know also acts as the kitchen’s bodyguard, keeping out hungry relatives (mostly her brother, Changbin) until Jeongin is done cooking. Beware, she’s armed with a wooden spoon and she sure as hell knows how to use it!

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

That foive-year-old kid you find sleeping in your bed when you sneak away to your room for some quiet time.

If you’ve ever hosted a family gathering at your house, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Sometimes you just need a moment to pull away from everything, and what better solace than your bedroom? Of course, you do not expect to find someone’s kid lying on your bed, and drooling on your pillow.

Going back into the fray to enquire who’s baby it is would only beat the purpose of your sneaking away, and additionally show your room to unnecessary people who might decide it’s the perfect place to lay down their babies too!

And you are not trying to run a day-care here.

Chan would also be that one kid who keeps asking if you have games on your phone. RIP your peace of mind if he finds out you’ve got Pokémon on there.

You can’t find it in you to get mad at him, though. After all, it’s not his fault that his slightly irresponsible parents left him in your room.

⚝A/N: Thank you for reading! As a present for making it to the end, here’s visual proof of Lee Know being the nosy aunt that he is jksbdiskancdg 💀 I hope they film skz family 3 this year, sigh... need to know if Chan is secretly Seungmin's son. Anyways, remember to reblog and share your thoughts with me if you enjoyed ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ

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arvandus · 3 months

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arv! happy monday lovely! did you and dabi do anything exciting for his birthday? spare no details pls! :3

Happy Monday to you too! I really had to think about this all day, haha! I think it's because with where his character development is at in canon and in my Touch fic, I don't honestly see Dabi as being someone who would want to celebrate his birthday, at least in the beginning. In the beginning, I don't even see him. He avoids socializing at all costs in favor of isolation.

BUT, I can tell you how I see it developing over time, as he gradually heals and opens up (in his own Dabi way of course).

Year after year I don't see him during his birthday. Until one year, that just... changes. He does come by, and at first I'm surprised that he's on my doorstep. He doesn't say it's for his birthday, and he doesn't expect anything. And he definitely doesn't want me to draw attention to it or make it a big fuss. But he doesn't want to be alone, either. So, instead, he hangs out at my place. I make us dinner, he watches TV, and later we cuddle and watch a movie (he's a fan of horror flicks, much to my chagrin; he loves it cuz I hide my face against his side and cling to him). He stays the night and leaves the next day as if it were any other day.

It'll go on like this for a while, turning into a tradition of sorts. He shows up without explanation, and I cook us a meal together. We keep each other company, and he leaves the next day.

Eventually, over time, I'll get brave enough to bring out a small single serve cake. No candle, no songs. We'll share it together, just eating in silence. This happens the next year, and the year after that.

Then finally, one year, it'll have a candle. And he'll stare at it, his eyes rooted to the flickering flame, and finally blow it out.

I think that night will be very special; probably skip the movie in favor of much needed intimacy between the sheets. Eventually, in the future when most of his emotional wounds have healed over into invisible scars that match his visible ones, and he has a stable job (although it wouldn't be anything high paying or impressive), he'll stop me from cooking for him and instead tell me to get dressed. He'll take me out to dinner to celebrate, even though it's supposed to be his day. But it's his way of making up for lost time, of showing his gratitude in a way that his words can't. He'll order a cake and put a candle on it, then push it towards me.

"Make a wish." "But it's your birthday..."

"Yeah, and this is how I wanna spend it. Make a wish."

"Why don't you make a wish?"

"Because I already got everything I wanted."

#arvandus answers #pastelle-rabbit #arv's moots 🍀#dabi #oh mann the way my brain kept rolling over this like a jolly rancher...

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gretchensinister · 3 months

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Venom OT4 for the WIP game!!!

This was started some time between the first and second Venom movies. I've realized that when I have a ship I really like, I often end up writing a fairly substantial fic that focuses on everyone involved getting together. This was going to be that fic for Venom/Eddie/Anne/Dan. It starts with Eddie and Venom going over to Anne and Dan's for dinner after Eddie has told Anne about Venom still being alive--she's decided that Dan also needs to know. I wrote up to the part where Venom reveals himself to Dan. Last edit date was in August 2019 and I can't remember what distracted me away from it. If I did pick it up again I wouldn't change it to account for Venom: Let There Be Carnage. As for a plot? The plot is simply three humans and an alien figuring out a) that they want and b) how to structure a very new, very queer relationship.

I also had the goal of getting more Venom-form EddieandVenom involved in sex with Anne and Dan--for some reason the last time I was actively reading in the fandom threesomes and foursomes with Venom weren't getting weird/creative enough for me (or if they were, they weren't getting on screen enough. Things might have changed since then.

Here's a snippet:

“Eddie!” Dan smiled at him as he opened the door. Eddie waited to feel weird about being welcomed into a place he’d thought of as home for years, but it didn’t come. Of course, his weirdness-meter had been redlining regularly these days, and maybe had been recalibrated, too. This wasn’t even worth a wiggle of the needle, now.

Instead, he felt mostly the bewildered dismay he usually did upon realizing he was going to be spending time around a very attractive person and he had to make sure that said attractive person could never even suspect that he’d had those kinds of thoughts. But, whatever. Anne would only intensify the feeling, and he’d still probably end up giving something away. Her ability to spot things like that was what had led her to ask him out in the first place.

But in the end, that would be another thing that caused barely a wiggle on the awkward meter, because the reason he was here was to come clean to Dan about what he’d come clean to Anne about earlier that week.

And that was what was making him feel intense wariness along with everything else.

Hey, V, could you maybe tone it down a bit? We talked about this. Dan was doing what he thought he had to in order to save my human life.

And that is something I approve of, but he still tried to kill me when we last saw him. And he is standing between us and Anne.

Cut the crap, you know from me and Anne that’s not how good relationships work. It’s understandable that you’re scared, but we’re together now. When it comes to Dan…well, I’ve got us.

Okay, okay. Eddie started to feel less like he was trying to figure out how to decline a vital interview because it was being held on the observation deck of the Empire State Building and more like…well, that he was about to have dinner with his beautiful ex and her handsome new boyfriend and that he was going to tell the handsome new boyfriend some seriously weird shit during that dinner. Which was still a significant reduction in stress.

“Are you okay?” Dan asked. “Look, Anne says you’ve been doing better, and I can see that you are, but if I’m too much of a reminder of…everything that happened, I understand.”

“Sorry, no, you’re fine,” Eddie said. “Anne really thought you ought to be part of our conversations. And she’s right.” He held up the pastel pink box he’d brought with him. “I even brought social grease.”

“A Casey’s cake!” Dan gave him another big smile as they both finally crossed the threshold and headed up the stairs. “What kind?”

“Chocolate Apocalypse,” Eddie said, wondering just how weird it was to be noticing how nice Dan’s ass was at this moment.

We have a nicer ass when we’re together.

Yeah, but who’s going to get close enough to appreciate it?

Isn’t that what we’re trying to investigate tonight?

Uh. No, that wasn’t a conscious desire. No.

Are you serious? It was very obvious.

#meme #purplebloodedmajesty #venom

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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I wish I did more today. But even though I slept a lot and felt good when I woke up I would slowly feel dizzy throughout the day. Hate that.

But it was a good day still. I slept really well. I had gotten very upset last night and my shoulder hurt a lot. But I was in a better mood today. James had already left for work. But I got up and made the bed. I took a shower and felt alright.

I really loved our my shirt looked but it was not very comfortable to wear. The torso has no give to the fabric and is not comfy. The sleeves are so cute and I even picked up the neckline to make it more flattering. But the torso just doesn't feel great when you sit down. At least I look cute.

I decided I would go out. I did a few little things around the apartment. Did two lines of knitting. But I decided I just wanted to go for a drive.

I was committed to getting chipotle today. I decided to go out to Towson so I could walks round the five below and get lunch. Before I did that I stopped at the goodwill. That one isn't great but it was fun to walk around.

And then when I got to the shopping center there was an off brand Halloween store. And I had fun looking around. Their prices were way better then spirit.

I got candy and these bead rings at five below. And then after I dropped off my purchases at the car and got my drink I had brought with me, I walked over to chipotle and had an excellent lunch.

I listened to my podcast and had my food and people watched. I had half of my bowl and a few chips. And then I was off again.

I went to the savers I normally go to. And I mostly was there to look at stuff. I was specifically looking for a skilly shelf and I found one! $5! So the studio closet can be so much more organized. I also got a new little purse. And I am so excited about it. It's such a good shape. And it's all leather. $7.

I was a little overheated and uncomfy when I left there. I really really wanted to go home.

The drive home wasn't horrible. I was just to hot. And there was a bunch of broken wood in the road and people were driving really slow going around it. But I got home and things felt a little better.

I got changed pretty much right away. I had walked over to mail my application for another street fair. And put away my leftovers and took the tags off of everything else. Sweetp was very cuddly. And I was not feeling my best.

But I wanted to get something done. I grabbed some big sheets of paper. Yes it was tracing paper because that was the first thing I grabbed. But I started writing out a larger to do list and lists of what we need to bring for the wedding and stuff. It's not perfect but it's a start.

James ordered our wedding cake today. And that just felt so special. We are getting my favorite cake from my favorite bakery and they are letting us bring Oreos to replace the decorative chocolate chips (because those hurt my teeth, and Oreo cake is special to me and James). That was good to get that off the list.

I would do some more knitting. And the decided I would finally start sewing in all my edges and it looks so much better. I only got the first 3 months done but it looks great and I can't wait to see the whole thing sewn in. I shouldn't have waited and instead done a little every month but that's okay. I'm still thrilled.

James got home and we looked at the to do list. And made some plans.

I had some toast for dinner. James fixed their bike. I kept sewing. And eventually I decided we should clean out the studio closet.

James helped take everything out so I could get the new shelf in there and that really helped make everything look so much better and now things are actually accessible. It's not perfect. And I think I'll mess with the top shelf more so I can get stuff like our kayak up there. But I'm really pleased.

After we cleaned up I did some fixing of one of my bags. And folded all my costumes to store in the bedroom closet where I have made space. And then I got in bed to watch videos. James joined me and it has been a relaxing night.

I am really tired now though. I am going to go take a quick shower and get some rest. Tomorrow I have some work to do on lessons and proposals and maybe I'll do some art. Well see. I hope you all have a good night. Take care of each other!! Love you!

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siodium · 9 months

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visited the itsy bitsy teenie weenie super mini thingy exhibition with rin2 yesterday~ i didn't even know that there was a miniature exhibition in sg until she showed me a tiktok of it. O: it was their second last day and i wasn't expecting a huge crowd bc it didn't seem to have gotten a lot of publicity bUT there were so many ppl in line trying to get in when we went at around 3 pm?? the gallery area was only a small room tho so the queue moved pretty quickly and we were inside in no time.

my favs were the coffeeshop diorama, tomato car and the mini pixel fastfood tvs!! everything was for sale but they were way over my budget so i could only appreciate them with my eyes.

kinda wanna get the linen/room mists from the wicker club. especially the fresh duck (refreshing) and sugar baby (very sweet, like candy) scents. clown moment when i confidently sprayed the samples onto my arm thinking they were perfumes bc i didn't think to read the descriptions first. 🤡

before we went to the exhibition, we had a lunch at madu the bakery cafe which was, very coincidentally, just two shophouses away from where the exhibition was being held. we wanted to take a bus over bc the sun was being a deadly laser but we couldn't get on the bus and the next one was going to be another 16++ min wait so we decided to walk instead. it wasn't a long walk over bUT tHE sUn....

it was lucky for us that a table for two just got vacated when we arrived at the cafe. super glad that the cafe provided unlimited refills of plain water at no extra cost but i did also order myself an iced lychee jasmine tea. mmmm rly needed that icy cold drink after being baked by the sun.

got their breakfast bun, kaya butter shio pan and muah chee roll cake to share!! the potato salad inside the breakfast bun had just the right amount of flavour. the egg was still runny and not completely cooked through, which was also a plus point. the shio pan wasn't salty but the texture was good and you can't go wrong with kaya butter!! we left it out for a while so it got a bit tough to bite through but still good!! finished off our meal with a sweet, fluffy, peanut-y muah chee roll cake. it's not bad but i think they should put more muah chee in it.

i had dinner at my grandma's house. it was my uncle and his family's last day in sg before they return back home to the US so my grandma prepared a feast!! got to eat durians yay!!

i also interacted with my baby cousins for the first time?? i did meet them a few weeks ago but we didn't talk... one of them kept staring at me. ngl i sCAREd. anyway, it turns out that they're actually rly cute. they wanted me to roast them but my brain was gone so i gave them a joe mama joke instead.

man,, i wonder when they'll be back to visit again. alternatively we could all go visit them in the US!! i wanna see what a big, multi-storeyed house looks like.

#log #irrelevant but i started reading crime and punishment for the memes #raskolnikov is so babygirl fr #i thought i was an overthinker but he's on another level 👺

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theblondegoesabroad · 2 years

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Day 43

Monday 13th June 2022

This morning Benoît and I got up at 5am, had our coffee, put a tea in a thermos for the road and then were on the road to Glasgow before 6am. It was a wonderful sleep, David let us sleep in his spare room last night and it was an increase treat. With our crash pad bed, it is slightly too short for our legs so having a full sized bed, four solid walls, it was bliss. We cannot thank him enough! From David’s house it took us a few hours to get to the city but luckily our tactic to miss the morning traffic went well and we managed to score ourselves a central parking space by 8am. Yesterday I quickly planned our tour of the city, we were supposed to spend two days in Glasgow but instead decided to do one big day so I cut out a few things but mainly squished most things into one day. So we had a big day of walking a head of us. First we explored the Glasgow necropolis, one of Europe’s most known cemeteries. Known for its impressive range of statues and shrines, as well as its record book which records every burial, over 5000 graves and each is documents with birth and death dates as well as the occupations of the passed. It is rather impressive. In the cemetery there is a bridge that crosses right to the Glasgow cathedral. Unfortunately we arrived slightly too early to visit it but we did walk around outside. This cathedral is pretty neat for me as it is the cathedral where the famous Saint Kentigern died and was buried. There isn’t that much proof but that’s what the rumour is anyway. After a quick school prayer we made our way to the city center. Admiring the surest art and the beautiful buildings of the merchants quarter. It was pretty chilly today. I Oakley we didn’t think it was that cold but there was a lot of wind and so once we got close to the city we took refuge in a cafe to warm up and fill up on cake. After all it has been a while since we have had our cake fix. After thawing out (I am struggling to feel like we are in summer), we went to Kelvingrove park and museum. Most of the museums are free here which is neat although not many are open on a Monday so luckily we planned on going to one of the only ones that were open. It was a neat museum. A bit of everything which was cool, from animals to art to a love organ playing performance. We spent a good few hours looking around. Before long our stomachs were telling us to find some food so we headed through Glasgow University (stunning by the way) and found ourselves in Ashton Lane, a neat foodie street. We filled up on burgers ans craft beer making the most of their lunch time deal. It was a real treat. We accidentally ordered a pint too many so felt a bit buzzy for our afternoon. As we were walking to our next garden to visit we finally came across some second hand shops which I had my eye out for since this morning. We stopped in and I found two jumpers that I could throw on and give Benoît back his. I am always better when I am warm, being cold and visiting just isn’t any fun. So I was happy with my purchases. We arrived at our last stop for the day, the Kibble palace and winter gardens. They are beautiful indoor gardens, full of tropical plants. It was stunning to walk around and feel like you were in another world. The buildings were pretty spectacular too. Afterwards we trekked back to our car, just in time to! When we were sitting at our first red light the rain came down so we were happy to be in the car!

This evening we headed first to the supermarket and then on to the Loch Lomond national park. We found a place to stay, made our dinner, delicious gnocci with a eggplant and tomato sauce. It was well good aie (just practising my Scottish). Then set up camp and fell into bed. Although sounds easy. But not without difficulty tonight. We had our first attack of the midges. And wow. There are thousands. Like thousands. As we were setting up they just kept coming and coming and by the time it was time to get into the tent it was almost impossible to get them off. As I was putting our bedding together, (throwing the gear in and trying to set it up with my body outside the tent and my hands just through a tiny gap in the door, i wiped my pillow across my face to get off the midges and there were like twenty plus on my pillow. It’s a nightmare. If Scotland is like this up north I think I might just stay in the car haha. We eventually managed to squeeze into our tent without too many unwelcome guests!but wow, people are not exaggerating. Love kate xxxx ps. The Scott’s are impossible to understand. Like wow. Their accents a pretty strong and I find myself struggling to keep up in conversations, trying to twist their pronouncation into words that I can translate back into “English.” It is a bit of a laugh to be honest, but poor Benoit doesn’t understand much at all. It kind of reminds me of when they starts pronouncing all the place names in NZ with the Maori pronunciation and it took me ages to get that ‘Topaw’ was Taupo. Same in Scotland here a cow is a coo, town is a tooon, good is git, and so much more. A good laugh and a bit of mental gymnastics but we’re getting there!

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jackharlou · 2 years

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A million followers.

Concept: Celebrating him for getting to a million followers on Twitter.

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After a long day of running errands you finally were able to sit on your couch and relax. Checking your phone you started seeing Jack's fans posting about him hitting the million mark on Twitter, and you were sure he hadn't seen it because he didn't post anything about it or called you to say something about it. So you stood literally running and head out the house to the bakery close to your shared home to buy a personalized cake that read "Congrats on a milli" with the blue bird on the middle of it.

Numbers and statistics weren't something he cared about. He could have the entire planet following and he wouldn't care, because he only cared about the people enjoying his music, his videos, his art in every form he released it, but still, you wanted to congratulate him because that, at least for you, showed how much he was growing and how much people was starting to recognize his talent.

While the cake was being done, you went to the store near the bakery to buy balloons. In a matter of half an hour you were home setting the little decoration pieces you gathered in your little trip.

He texted you letting you know his phone was about to die, but that he would be home in 20 minutes. That gave you time to quickly shower and make yourself presentable.

When he opened the front door you were already on the couch, scrolling through Instagram.

"Hi, mami" - he said before dropping his backpack on the couch across from where you were and then lay on the one you were sitting on, placing his head on your legs.

"Hi, baby" - you murmured after leaning to kiss his lips softly.

"Did you finish your errands?"

"I did, I got home like an hour ago" - you said caressing his cheek with your thumb. He knew you were out doing a few things because he was the kind of guy who always called to tell you what he was up to, or to ask about your day. It wasn't toxic or him being annoying, it was him caring about you and your things, it was him wanting you to be involved in his day to day life, in his creative process.

"Are you tired? We haven't been out for dinner in a while" - he turned to the side, facing your stomach and hugging your body with one arm. His closed eyes and low voice let you know he had a long day at the studio.

"I am not tired, but you clearly are, so let's order in. We can get in bed and watch a movie or something"

"You sure? I feel like all we do is stay home" - he murmured with his eyes still closed.

"And you know I don't mind that. You know I prefer that, instead of having people watch our every moves"

"Well, tomorrow we're doing something. I want to take you out and do something different"

"Is the Jack Harlow asking me on a date? Oh my god!" - you said in a high pitched tone.

"You're silly" - he said with a little smile on his face - "I'm hungry, what do you wanna eat?" - he got up from your legs and sat, then grabbed your phone and opened the app where you usually order your food.

"Whatever you want is fine"

He went through a few restaurants and after a couple of minutes, he ordered some KFC. When he placed your phone down again you said - "Have you checked your Twitter today?"

"Oh god, no, what happened? What are they saying now?" - he asked making you laugh.

"No one is saying nothing. Come here" - you stood, with your phone in your hand, and grabbing his hand with the other, pulling him towards you to have him follow your steps. When you entered the dinning room, and he saw the balloons, you showed him his own Twitter profile - "You hit a million followers"

"What? Really?" - he grabbed your phone and refreshed the page - "Wow that's dope. I didn't know, I didn't check it today and apparently none of the guys did either" - he got close to the table and saw the cake - "Thank you, baby" - he placed your phone on the table and turned to surround your body with his arms.

"It's nothing. It's your favorite one, luckily they still had a few left" - you said.

"Baby, it's everything. This may seem like something small but it's huge to me. I've never had a girl care about me and my career growing, never had someone besides my family and team care about me like this, and it feels damn good. I may have millions of followers, fans or piles of money, but at the end of the day it means nothing if I can't come back home to the girl that matters the most to me"

You couldn't say anything, you just needed to show him you felt exactly what he felt, so you kissed him slowly and deeply, making you two moan against each other.

You pushed him to one of the chairs, making him sit on it with his legs wide open, giving you space to stand between them. You only pulled apart to take his hoodie and shirt off. After that, you attacked his lips again, this time the both of you showing how desperate you were for the other. He tried to take your clothes off but you didn't let him. You were celebrating him and his achievements, so you wanted to please him first.

He could almost cum at the sight of you getting on your knees and pulling his sweatpants and underwear down, revealing his hard dick. When he felt your tongue caressing his way too sensitive skin, he had to close his eyes and tilt his head back, focusing in lasting long. When he felt like he was strong enough for it, he lifted his head to look at you, his pretty girl doing wonders with her little mouth to please him.

"You're so good to me" - he said between moans, while pushing your hair out of your face, wanting to see every bit of your face while taking him deeply in your mouth.

After no longer than 5 minutes his moans increased - "I'm gonna cum, you're going to take daddy's cum in that pretty mouth, don't you?" - you only could look at him, letting him now you were ready to take everything he gave you. That look on your face was the detonant for his release. His hand was pushing you closer to him, showing you how bad he wanted you to take every drop, thing you did more than happy.

When he let go of you, you pulled back, and sat on your ankles, cleaning the sides of your mouth with your thumb, then putting it between your lips to suck it clean, not wasting any bit of his cum, just like he had always taught you.

He had a smirk on his face, the one you understood when you saw him pass his fingers on top of the cake, taking off a bunch of the buttercream that covered it and making a trace from his dick up to his chest. He didn't say anything, because you were already licking it clean, taking your time, looking into his eyes. At some moments you had to stop to swallow the cream, which you did while closing your eyes and moaning softly - "This is so good"

You made your way up while standing, and when you cleaned every bit of the sweet and tasty cream, you sat on his naked lap, placing your legs on each side of him.

"You're so fucking beautiful" - he murmured before devouring your red and swollen lips - "fuck and you taste so sweet, I love the mix of my cum and the cake's cream on your lips"

In between your making out session there was a knock on the front door, letting you know the food was there.

"I'll go" - you said standing, but he pulled you from your waist and made you stop on the spot.

"No, no. You look like you want to be fucked and I'm not letting anyone else have that sight" - He pulled his underwear and sweatpants while walking to the door and opened it shirtless and with an uneasy and heavy breathing.

"Keep the change" - you were able to hear from Jack.

"Dude, but this is a 100 do..." - he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Have a good night, man" - Jack respectfully closed the door on the guy's face and went back to you with the bags in hand - "Let's eat" - he said lifting you, making you surround his body with your legs, and started walking upstairs, to your bedroom. At that point you weren't sure what were you going to eat, but you could bet it wasn't the food.

Just a couple of hours later when he was still in the shower you received a text message from one of your girl friends. She said "you go, girl" next to the link of Jack's latest tweet; "I got some head for my millionth follower"

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Crazy In Love

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries, Eddie can’t do math or cook for shit, friends to lovers :)))

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: takes place after Stuck (2x04) when abuela breaks her hip. Also, this was supposed to be for 911 readers week but I didn’t finish it in time sooooo just take it now instead :)

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The phone rang, your arm stretched over the pile of dishes on the counter. “Hello ?” you answered, putting it on speaker and setting it back down.

Eddie’s voice rang through the speaker, echoing through the empty apartment. “Hey, can you do me a huge favour ?”

“If you're gonna ask me to bake a cake, I have literally no time, honey. I’m really sorry but I need to finish this order-” Eddie sounds like he cut himself off before saying something as you explain that you’re busy.

“Eds? Are you there ?”

“Yeah- yeah, I'm here.”

“What’s up?”

“You’re busy, I don’t want to bother you.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes because no matter how busy you are, you always made time for Eddie. He sighs heavily, so much so that you can hear him thinking.

“Eddie, what is it ?”

“Can you pick Chris up from school ? I know you’re busy but if you can’t, that’s ok-” “of course I can pick him up!”

The sound of a breath being released before a feminine voice called out for him. “I gotta go, Abuela needs me but he’s off at 3. Thank you, y/n - really.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Eddie.”

He mumbles something before hanging up. You glance at the phone screen - 2:24. You had enough time to change and shove the dishes in the dishwasher before having to head out so you did just that.

You had picked up Christopher from school a million times. His teachers knew you well enough that Eddie no longer had to call and let them know he wouldn't be picking up Chris but that you would be.

Standing outside of the school, the PTA parents were gossiping within their little bubbles, talking about the other members behind their backs but smiling in their faces. You bit back a smile before walking towards the gate. The students were lined up by the door, waiting for the bell to ring.

The moment it does, the students come running out with their teacher a few feet behind them in an attempt to keep up with them. One by one, their teacher lets them out, Christopher finally spotting you and this teacher waves hello as they open the gate for him.

“Y/n! What are you doing here!?” his little face lights up with a smile.

“Your dad asked me to come get you, he's with abuela.”

The two of you start making your way back to the car when Christopher asks you what his plans for the afternoon were. Soon you realized that Eddie didn’t give you any explanation as to where to go or what to do after you picked up Chris.

“How does ice cream and then abuela’s sound ?”

“Can we take some for her and dad too?” Chris asks as you help him into the car.

“Of course we can.”

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Christopher was lugging his backpack over his shoulder when you knocked on the door, two containers of ice cream in hand. Eddie opens the door, grinning at his son whose face matches his father’s.

“Hey kiddo” Eddie kneels, wrapping the boy in his arms. Christopher’s arms extend around his father, “hi dad, we bought ice cream” he points out the obvious.

Eddie glances up at you, the ice cream tucked under your arm - he flashes you a smile.

“Oh yeah?” he lets go of Chris. “Did you have any?”

“No,” he shakes his head, his hair flopping around as he snickers. Eddie pushes the hair from Christopher’s forehead. “So what’s this on your face?” swiping his finger on Chris’s chin, a little smudge of brown on his finger from the leftover ice cream.

“Paint.” Chris smiles at his father sweetly.

“Uh huh, paint.” he chuckles, stepping aside for Chris to come further into the house.

“Thanks for picking him up,” he leans on the door frame, stretching and his arms lift above his head as he does. You can’t help but glance down at the area of exposed skin - eyes glued to the man in front of you.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s waving his hands in front of you, eyes raising from their previous spot to his face - the blush was creeping up on your face whilst that stupid smug smile of his was on his.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Stepping in, you take in the house. You had been by Isabel’s once or twice before but you had never come inside the house. The walls were painted a warm yellow colour, the furniture was spotless as was the rest of the house. Isabel sat on the couch with Chris beside her as he told her about his day at school.

“Chris, did you wash your hands?” Eddie calls, the door shutting. Chris doesn't answer which is an answer in itself. “Go now, please.” Eddie’s voice sounds closer, glancing behind you to see him beside you.

Chris grumbles but gets up, Isabel turns her attention to you and Eddie. “How are you feeling ?”

“As well as someone can with a broken hip” she gives you a smile.

“I’m glad you’re okay, you gave Eddie a scare” giving him a playful shove. “We got ice cream, vanilla and toffee. Chris said toffee was your favourite” handing her the small container. “It is, thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” she smiles, pulling the top off.

“No need to thank me, it was Christopher’s idea.”

“Ah, well I'll thank him when he comes back out.” she says smiling, “Eddie, a spoon please ?” she glances at the man beside you. He hums, stepping away for a moment to get her a spoon.

Chris comes running back in after washing his hands. “Dad! Can we stay over? Abuela said it was okay” he’s beside his father now, looking up at him with his big brown eyes that were practically begging him to let him.

You, Eddie and Isabel all knew that Christopher had his father wrapped around his finger and would ultimately get his way but Eddie had to give him a fatherly response and say no, they should go home. Isabel doesn't usually butt in but this time she did.

“Mijo, stay. I could use the company.” She says, patting the spot beside her and Chris makes his way over to sit beside her.

Eddie sighs, if he had a soft spot, it was for the two people on the couch. “Fine, just tonight then.”

Isabel smiles, satisfied with his answer. “y/n, stay for dinner darling. Eddie’s cooking” “Yea- who said I was cooking?” Eddie butts in, shocked at the assumption. “I did, mijo. Don’t worry, I'll tell you what to do.”

“Buddy, why don’t you finish up your homework so you can relax for the rest of the night ?” Eddie calls out to Chris, who again groans. He loved school but despised homework - as did most kids.

“I have math, I need help so I can’t do it because you’re busy.” Chris says plainly, thinking his statement will get him out of his math work because Eddie can’t do math for shit.

“I can help.”

“Y/n, you don't have to-” “no, it’s fine. C’mon kiddo” Chris grumbles, making his way to the dining room table, the two of you taking a seat when Eddie helps Isabel up and to the kitchen.

You can hear them talking and her telling Eddie to cut things a certain way or not to put too much of something into the pot. It only took 20 minutes for Christopher to finish his math homework, he brought it into the kitchen to show his dad.

“Look! I’m done! Math’s easy when you understand it.” that last bit was a little dig at Eddie and his math skills. You ruffled Chris’s hair as he walked back into the living room.

“Did he just-” Eddie watches his son make his way to the couch.

You hold back a laugh,“Mhm hm” Eddie shakes his head, chuckling. “Here, taste this.” he picks up some sauce from the pot, holding the spoon over his hand before handing it to Isabel.

Her face twists when she tastes it, “Eddie, I love you honey, but that’s terrible.” you press your lips together, holding back a chuckle.

“What?” he pouts, sighing. “I swear it tasted fine ten minutes ago.” sitting beside Isabel in defeat.

You pick up another spoon and taste some for yourself, your expression matching Isabel’s from moments ago. Eddie had remembered to put everything in, except the paprika and the salt, you add a bit of both and stir the pot. Taking the spoon from Eddie, you pick up a bit of the sauce and hand it back to Isabel.

“Ah, that’s better.” she hums, making you smile as she hands you back the spoon. Eddie sighs, letting you know that he was still there.

"Why don’t you go see if Christopher wants to watch something or if he wants a snack ?” his grandmother nudged him, a signal for him to leave the kitchen. “y/n can take over for you”

“Abuela, you can’t invite them in and have them work for their dinner.” he says, making her laugh.

“It’s okay Eds,” waving him off. “I don’t mind, really.”

Eddie left the kitchen and made his way over to the couch, listening as Chris told him about his day. He glanced back to see if everything was alright but he noticed that the two of you were laughing as you told Isabel something. Eddie would be lying if his heart didn’t skip a beat.

He stopped seeking his parents’ approval of who he dated- for a matter of fact, it went out the window when he brought Shannon home the first time but seeing you with an abuela made him so warm and happy, he couldn't help but smile.

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Eddie’s hand slipped onto your hip, his chest against your back. “Can I help you, Eddie?” you mumble, your eyes on the dishes in front of you.

He hums, hands coming around and arms now wrapped around your waist. Eddie felt your wet hands pull his hands off of you, “Isabel and Chris are in the other room, stop it”

His head tilted, that innocent look on his face, “stop what?”

“Eddie,” turning to face him, “shh I don’t want to hear it” he cuts you off, hands back on your waist.

“I don’t think I've ever loved someone the way I love you.” His words come off so sweet and loving but hit you like a ton of bricks.

You loved Eddie, more than anything but you had never actually told him nor did you ever feel the need too. It was always implied that as friends, you loved and cared about each other.

Eddie always knew he loved you, there was never any question about that but something about you, seeing you with an abuela and how great you were with Christopher (as you always were) just pushed him over the edge.

He had to tell you.

“Y/n, you know I love you- and before you say anything, I know I’ve never actually said it to you but I didn’t feel like I had too, you knew I did.”

“I know.”

“Yeah.”

You were still gathering your thoughts, trying to come up with the words to tell him you loved him too but Eddie’s expression changed. His brows furrowed, eyes studying your face - the worry had set in.

What if you didn’t feel the same way ? God, he’d feel so stupid if he embarrassed himself like that.

The years of friendship were enough for you to realize how he was feeling. You were lacking words and you know what they say, actions speak louder than words.

Your hands reach for his face, now cupping his cheeks. Your lips meet his, he pulls you closer to him- if that's even possible. It was a few moments before you pulled away.

Eddie smiles lovingly at you and you’re sure you have the same expression plastered on your face. “Um- I think that says it.” you hum, smiling at him.

“Doesn't mean you can't say it,” he pokes fun at you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Eddie?”

“Y/n,”

“I love you.”

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gucciwins · 2 years

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birthday angel

twenty-eight has never looked so good

Word count: 2263

love on tour series <3

The 1st of February

It was a very special day, and you were running late. As you had warned Harry, coming the first week of January, you'd be flying from city to city, and it remained true. After your romantic getaway to ring in the new year in Italy, you parted ways in London. It broke your heart to do so after all the time spent together, but you did not go a moment without calling and texting.

You had planned to spend all day with him waking him up with breakfast in bed. Then maybe some birthday sex and cuddles, but not everything went to plan. Even if what you wanted to happen didn't turn out, you were finally going to see him.

Parking right outside, about to punch in the code when your phone rang. It was a sweet tune, one of Harry playing a sweet melody on the piano you decided to set for Anne.

"Hello," you greeted cheerfully.

"You are a doll!" Anne's smile could be heard through the phone.

"You got the flowers?"

"Got them. I love them. Oh, you're too sweet."

"Mothers are to be appreciated, always," you remind her, and it's true. It's something your grandma always reminded you to treat others' families as they were yours, and Anne had become someone good to you since meeting in November.

"I love you, darling. Give him my best."

You pause, frowning, "you're not coming down. He had said–"

"You're only here a few days."

As sweet as that is, you're disappointed. You know how much Harry loves his family.

"You have that dinner planned with all his friends."

"Oh Anne, I'm sorry. I could have visited after. Hate to take him away from you. Hate you're not here."

Anne laughs, "darling, that boy has been dying to see you. His wish this year was to have you, and well, I'm glad it's come true. Being in LA and you in Australia, I know it's nice to be in the same city."

"Well, that's a relief," you joke. Downplaying just how hearing those words made you feel. You were thankful she wasn't there to see how warm you got to her words.

"Have you seen him?"

"Pulling up to the house."

"I'll let you go then."

"We'll call you later for cake."

After a goodbye, you punched the code in the gate and made your way in. You grabbed the flowers from the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and fixed your coat as you stared at the front door that would soon display the birthday angel before walking up the steps.

The key is tucked in your purse, safe. Yet, you don't use it. You knock twice and wait as you hear his steps get closer as he reaches the door.

You raise the bouquet of flowers to cover your face.

"Bel," he whispers, making you slowly lower the flowers, letting him see your face.

"Hi birthday angel, heard you ordered something sweet?"

He doesn't say anything; instead, he takes one step forward, his left hand cradling your cheek, and you lean into his hold, having missed his touch. Your lips meet in a familiar dance. It's perfect; it's grounding.

You're home.

It's the first time you felt a sense of peace since he said goodbye to you at Heathrow in January.

"You're here," he says against your lips.

"Couldn't miss your special day."

Harry pulls you in, wanting to shower you in kisses in the privacy of his home.

Before he could take your coat, you thrust the flowers out, "feliz cumpleaños, mi amor."

"They're beautiful."

The white, pink, and yellow flowers stood out in the beautifully made bouquet. He brings them up to his nose to give them a nice whiff. Flowers from his love might be the best gift he has ever received.

"Thank you, baby."

You smile, and Harry can't take it anymore as he wraps you in a hug. You fit against him perfectly; this is where you're meant to be.

"Let's go bake you a cake."

"Going to let me help?"

"Hmm.."

You walk into the kitchen, pulling out the vase he keeps under the sink. You fill it with water, turn to look at him, and see him cradling the flowers, brushing his fingers gently against one of the petals.

"Yes, we determined your skills are good over the holidays."

"You mean the burnt pan de elote," he deadpans.

You giggle, "you got distracted."

"More like someone distracted me."

"Don't tell me. Taking me on the counter wasn't a dream."

Harry smirks, placing the flowers in the vase, "baby, that is something I dream about when you're away."

"Good, good. Italy was a dream."

He sighs, "it feels like forever ago."

You kiss his lips, letting him take it deeper, his hands sliding under your shirt. "Here now, amor."

"Here now."

_____

The baking was not as clean as you hoped. Harry wanted to goof off and spread flour everywhere. You knew what game he was playing; the dirtier you got, the easier he'd get you to shower with him before you had to leave later.

The music playing was the playlist you made together, having a mix of your favorite music and his. You'd constantly add when you hear a song wanting to share it with the other. Harry was constantly touching you under the apron. You didn't question the handprint on your ass even less when you heard the sound of a photo being taken when you turned around to rinse a dish.

You decided on a strawberry cake, it's something you've been craving, and Harry told you it was the best he ever had. You didn't believe him, but you went with it because, for someone who says they cut back on sugar, he ate most of that cake.

Once the cake was in the oven, Harry grabbed your hand and began to dance with you in the kitchen. Your laughter rang loud through the kitchen as you let him spin you around. Singing the lyrics to each song that came on shows you just how much he actually listened to the playlist.

He missed you just as much, if not more.

Swaying in the kitchen together, taking in the moment that you're here with him that you have him for a few more days. You're thankful he walked into your life and that he'd never be leaving.

Harry groaned when the oven beeped, knowing you'd pull away to take it out. He didn't fight you, but he did pinch your butt in retaliation. The cake was warm and a lovely dark pink full of flavor. You knew it'd be yummy. Now it was time to decorate when it cooled.

"Shower time?" He asks cheerfully.

You nod.

You follow him up the steps as he hurries to grab two towels as well as your shampoos that he kept a spare of under the counter for when you came by. You didn't ask him, but it's something he thought of, including the few drawers that held a few pieces of clothing. You swore that he stole something from your suitcase as they were full until you pulled out a shirt and saw a price tag on it.

You dropped it back in because he went shopping for you. Harry knows your style well, but to fill your drawers for you even if you had a home fifteen minutes away meant he wanted you there for as long as he could have you.

Walking into Harry's large bathroom, he had undressed and was stepping in when he heard you come in.

"Make love to me."

Harry turned his eyes shining bright full of love, "always."

You took his outstretched hand as he washed you, his touch gentle and warm. No giving you anything more, not until you were dry, did he move you to his bed and kissed you with all the love he had for you.

Getting lost in Harry was one of your favorite ways to spend time with him.

_____

After making love and cleaning up once more, you got dressed and made your way downstairs to decorate the cake. That's when you made him stay out, wanting to surprise him. It was a simple design but one you were excited to do.

Harry had decided to take the time to answer calls and messages as he was someone who ignored his phone when in your presence, not that you minded.

It only took you about half an hour to decorate the cake, and you stepped back in satisfaction. He was going to love it.

You walked out of the kitchen, drying your hands on a hand towel with tiny ducklings he had in his kitchen. He had just hung up his phone when he got up seeing you coming towards him, but you stopped him, not wanting to spoil the cake even if it was cooling in the fridge.

"Going to finish the last of the dishes, then call your mum and sister for cake, okay?"

"You want to?" He asks, surprised.

"Couse, feel bad they didn't come down already. Want to include them."

"Bel, that was me. Not you."

"I know, love."

He closes the distance between you, making you look at him, "I wanted to be selfish and keep you all to myself."

"Sap."

"Only for you."

You kiss his lips and walk back into the kitchen. Harry was going to follow behind, not wanting to leave you to do all the cleaning when your phone rings.

"Bel, you've got a message."

"From?"

"Jeff," he answers, confused.

"What is he saying now? Already sent him the recipe for the cookies Glenne likes."

When he doesn't answer, you walk out to see him staring down at your phone.

"H, what was it?"

Harry turns the phone showing you a calendar. There are color-coordinated dates red for Harry and blue for you. Then when they overlap together, blend into a lovely lilac.

"What is this?"

You turn sheepish because he knows what it is. He just wants you to confirm.

"It's a calendar."

"For what?"

The look in his eye is soft, as if he can't believe you did this.

"Well, red are your tour dates and premieres and all your business. Blue are my events and when I'm shooting. Then purple is when we're together."

"You linked our schedules?" He finally voices, not at all believing it even with it in front of him.

"More like Em and Luis," you deflect.

"Bel, my love."

"Yes, H. Room for surprises too," you tease, hoping to catch his attention, and it works.

He quirked an eyebrow at that, and well, you're excited for what's to come.

Harry looks back down at the phone in his hand. There's a purple date that stands out with lots of question marks. "Is that?" He pauses, reading it over. "Red carpet?"

You shrug, looking down at your feet. "Figured it was time. Kind of selfishly want to be your date to your premieres. You mentioned it was up to me. Just need your confirmation hence the question marks."

"It's a yes if you're sure."

"Still set on your name not popping up in interviews, but yes, I want you there."

Harry can't contain his happiness, he connects your lips, and you feel him grinning. "I'm going to make the best arm candy."

Before you can reply, he's pulling you into another kiss, making you forget what you were going to say and instead getting lost in him.

_____

You bring the cake out, making sure his eyes are closed. Setting the cake down in front of him, you tell him to open his eyes.

As he takes in the cake, you grab your phone, beginning to take photos wanting to capture his reaction. The cake is covered in white frosting, and red hearts are piped out all around with a few on top. You wrote in the red frosting, "happy birthday angel." You noticed the way his eyes shined, and he reached out for your hand squeezing tight as Gemma and Anne awed at the sight in front of them.

Harry's dimples were on wide display as you sang for him out of key with the women on the phone. You love him, and getting to spend this first birthday with him makes you feel special, knowing it is only the first of many.

After cutting the cake and speaking with Anne and Gemma for a while longer, you hang up, knowing you have to show up to dinner soon.

Harry is thankful for you as you sit on his lap, looking at him with nothing but love. You made it to him, you came home, and he knew he'd do the same no matter where he was in the world.

"I love you."

A kiss to your lips, strawberries. Yum.

“I love you, mi estrella.”

A glance at the clock, letting you know it was time to get ready and go. Dressed in a beautiful dress Harry picked out for you, you were reading to meet all his friends (yours as well). Hand in hand, you went to dinner to celebrate your best friend.

Loving him was easy, which made fighting for him worth it. This year would be a long one with distance as a big challenge, but you don't doubt your love for him, not for one second. And his love is something you will never question, with the way he continually promised his heart to you.

styleupdates @y/nbelmonte bought harry's mother flowers for his birthday. caption reads: flowers for the mother who gave me my best friend

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harrysfriend are you kidding me? she's perfect

belmontexstyles I want a @y/nbelmonte in my life

tay.styles how do we think they celebrated?

stylesmylove confirmed he picked the best person as his partner

sunshinebel happy birthday to my best friend. you have the world at your hands. i'm so lucky to walk along beside you, mi amor 🤍

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pillowpersonpp sweet couple. visit soon. bub misses you

sunshinebel say no more. booking a flight

annetwist my angels. love you

gemmastyles honestly, how much is he paying you for this post?

edwardamor my love 🤍

y/nbelmonte my best friends turned twenty-eight. that means i got to spoil him and bake him a cake. espero que sepas que estás atrapado conmigo por toda tu vida.

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mitchrowland studio with the best coffee delivery person

y/nbelmonte we talking about H right?

glenne_azoff cake look delicious, hope mine makes the journey

naomiii was I just replaced? 😅

jefezoff sarah is not being replaced. that's just a fill in in the back

y/nbelmonte it's sarah's band 💛

stylesmylove oh to be in the studio. hearing songs inspired about Belmonte

harrystyles twenty-eight. thank you for all the love H x

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jefezoff who took this? clearly not you

y/nbelmonte que quapo 🤍

alessandro_michele my love hope you loved the gift

_basselin boss man! hope it was a good one

mystyleslove happy birthday! thank you for being a role model

gemmastyles artsy? who are you

A/N: hi friends! this story is slowly coming to an end but of course i know you're curious about how they must have celebrated h's birthday. of course they spent it together, how could they not. they'd move mountains to be able to get to each another and i think that's beautiful. also i adore all the instagram stories/posts that are happening which is why i was inspired to add and give you a bit of that.

happy birthday harry, thanks for giving me such a lovely community of amazing people.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Never sent a request idk if I do this right. Been to lazy and not good lately and honestly I just need a good fluff. The basic plot where he is in a bad mood like angry and then he turns to his lover etc etc. Do your thing I just need some comfort and love!

Cupcake ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe making cupcakes with a girl he likes won’t be a bad thing

Warnings: Slight angst on the earlier part, cursing, substance, extreme fluff, adorable Rafe Cameron

A/N: I hope you're doing good, sending all my love and hugs @ you <33 remember to rest!!! @asimpwriter

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"Fuck off," Rafe sighed, shutting his eyes against the bright chandelier above the dinner table. Since when did it got so bright? The last time he checked, it was dimmed. "I swear Sarah, say one more word and I'll fucking kill you."

"Rafe," Ward sighed, placing his cutleries down onto the expensive wooden table. "It's family time. Excuse your sister."

"She's hanging around with those stupid pogues, dad!" he groaned, not wanting to believe that his dad was on her side. Not that he was ever on his, but he thought his father would have the same mindset as him towards this topic.

"Let. It. Go."

"They're my friends," she breathed, and Ward closed his eyes again, knowing the screaming that was about to occur. "I'm sorry you're stuck with Topper-"

"Didn't you cheat on him?" he laughed, and turned to look at his dad. He mouthed at him with an amused expression, "She cheated on him."

"I didn't, and we broke up 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry he couldn't move on from me," Sarah shrugged, and Rafe watched as she put aside her green beans and offered some of the mashed potatoes to Wheezie.

How could she act so normal about this?

"Oh, and-" Sarah turned to Ward, and Rafe waited impatiently for the lies that was about to slip from her mouth. "Do you know that he does drugs?"

"Sarah!" Rose yelled, furrowing her eyebrows as Rafe laughed out loud, clapping his hands loudly that the sound echoed throughout the huge house. "It's a family dinner!"

"I don't give a fuck about this family," Sarah said, removing the napkin from her lap and quickly standing up to get out of the house. Ward didn't say anything, neither did Rose, and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh.

"This is getting out of hand," he started, clasping his hands. "Rafe, I'm no longer letting you take over my business."

Rafe stopped his movements, looking at his father with widened eyes. After all those time he spent at college, trying to make his father proud and to take over the business, only for this?

"Dad, you can't. She's lying, dad, I haven't been using drugs."

"I saw the stash, Rafe," he sighed, and Rafe thought about the space under his bed. He closed his eyes, muttering a ‘fuck’ when he finally remembered the empty space. He didn't think much about it earlier, thinking about how he must have used up all of the powder.

"Until you get your life back on track, or nothing at all."

"Dad-"

"Go find your sister, and bring her home."

"Dad, please-"

"Go find Sarah."

"Okay," he sighed, standing up immediately and letting the chair scraped the polished floor. Wheezie shifted uncomfortably at the sound, and Rafe had an urge to do it again, just for the sake of riling his father's anger.

He cursed silently, walking away towards the table and to the porch, all while thinking about the joy if he could destroy the Pogues' life for making his hard.

The drive from Figure 8 to The Cut took him 30 minutes at high speed and being fully caffeinated, and when he arrived at the Chateau, all riled up from the quarrel with his father that he had before, he didn't try to see if his sister was even in there before barging into the small home.

"Yo, what the fuck?"

"Where's Sarah?" he muttered, giving Kie his side glance and continued searching for her. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Yo, bro, this land is off to the kooks," JJ stepped in, eye to eye as he leveled up to Rafe's height. He was only an inch shorter, but the difference was apparent. He continued to place his hands against his chest, whispering slowly. "Especially to crackheads like you."

Rafe laughed, tilting his head to the back to release the tension building up in his body. He was so, so close to give the blonde boy the consequences of his words, but was halted when Sarah entered the room, hand in hand with John B.

"What are you doing here?" she groaned, walking forward and standing in front of him. "God, can't you leave me alone?"

"Oh, trust me, I rather do that more than anything especially-" his eyes trailed to John B, "When you're fucking with a trash."

"JJ-" Kie stepped up, pulling JJ's shirt to stop him from doing anything. She sighed, knowing that this was bound to happen anytime soon, and she had told John B about this before, but he didn't listen. Now it was like her job to protect her friends from Rafe.

"Leave," Sarah stated, her lips pulled into a tight grimace. "Leave before I'll tell dad about this."

"I'm just trying to protect you," he ran his fingers through his hair, making it more messier than ever. Why couldn't she get that? All he was doing - it was all to protect her, so that his father could see him for what he's worth.

"You know what?" he sighed, wrapping his face with his large hands and turning towards the exit. "You wanna be one of them? Go. Don't ever come back home. You're just another trash, anyways."

He wasn't sure if he meant them, or if it came from the heat of the moment. All he could think about was to run away, to hide and to never come out and face his father or the judgement put by everyone else. He felt an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of her stomach, but he was too proud to say sorry.

“That was useless," he thought, leaning over his motorcycle and blinking his eyes against the lights by the side of the road. He couldn't go back now, not when his father had just ordered him to bring Sarah home and he had failed to do so, and he couldn't go to Barry's; his dad could find him there if he search for him the next day.

He groaned, feeling the cold air nipping at his skin until the final thought occurred to him. He laughed then, not sure as to why he hadn't been thinking of that sooner, and soon he was in front of the mini apartment.

He rapped on the door and waited patiently, his heartbeat quickening. He looked at his watch, checking if his arrival was too late. He groaned, noticing the time, but it would be embarrassing for him to turn now.

(Y/N) was trying to figure out what colour should she put into the frosting mixture, her hands on her waist when she heard the knock.

Her head instinctively looked at the clock, frowning when she read the time. It was not that late, only around 10 p.m., but she was not ready for any guests or her friends to come over.

Had she been too loud that the cranky neighbor next door who sleeps early everyday had come to tell her off?

She sighed, lowering the music coming from the radio before making her way to the door. She was in nothing but her ribbed top and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was messier than ever.

"I'm sorry, Jerry," she sighed, opening the door to greet the old man. But standing in front of her was not the grey-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, ready to scold her, but it was the boy she had been crushing on since forever instead.

"Rafe?" she exclaimed, and she couldn't deny the shock spreading through her veins at the sight of him. He was sweaty, like he had just been in a fight, and his shirt was sticking to his body. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, can I come in?"

The smell of freshly baked cupcakes wafted into his nostrils, and he noticed the drool in his mouth. He didn't eat dinner that much, being forced to chase after his sister, and all he wanted was to enjoy some good food and get a good sleep for the night.

"I'm not. . . we can't. . . I'm not prepared for anything-"

"It's okay, I didn't come for sex," he bit his lips, trying to contain her amused laughter at her statement. "We're friends, (Y/N), aren't we?"

"Yeah," she raised a brow, not grasping at the way he was playing his words. She allowed him in, asking him to sit by the kitchen counter and checking her porch outside to see if there was any cameras in case he was trying to prank her.

Rafe Cameron never contacted her for anything if it wasn't for sex.

"What are you making?" he pointed at the mess on the kitchen, and (Y/N) tried to hide her red face as she quickly tried to put the stained bowls and cutleries into the sink.

"Uh, cupcakes."

"Yum," he chuckled, liking the way she was so nervous around him. The truth with (Y/N), she was extremely wild in bed but also very shy outside. It was like a complete two different person, but he was always intrigued by this.

The first time they had done the deed, he was shocked when she got into control, and he would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. That night was one of Rafe’s best nights, the starting point to the many after.

"Relax, (Y/N)," he laughed, watching as she tilted a cup and placing his hand under the table to catch it before it could break. (Y/N) yelped, struck to her position, and let out the biggest relief when Rafe put it back to its previous place, safe as ever.

"Why are you so jumpy?" he whispered, sneaking beside her to help with whatever she was doing. He hadn't got a clue about this whole baking thing, only watching Cake Wars for the drama, but he wanted to help the girl beside him if it means he got to spend time with her.

"What are you doing?" she muttered, glancing at Rafe's hands as he whisked the fluffy frosting. "Rafe, you're going to get it more clumpy."

"No, I won't."

"Rafe, I swear," she groaned, reaching over to grab the whisk only for him to turn around, laughing while she struggled to get him.

"I'm just making it more fluffier," he smiled, continuing to whisk the mixture without even looking at the white colloid. He was too busy looking at her, and he wondered if she knew about the small amount of flour powder that had gotten on the top of her nose.

"Was the coke good?"

"Huh?" she tilted her head, confused, and still angry at the way he was not listening to her.

"The nose. Was the coke good?"

(Y/N) gave him a look before going to the corner to stare at herself in the mirror, letting out a yelp when she saw the powdery stain on her nose. She quickly dusted them off, stalking back to the still-whisking boy, and she wondered about the amount of energy he had in him and how he was still not tired.

"Rafe! It's all clumped!" she sighed, finally having a hold on the large bowl. She took her a finger and tipped it into the mixture, pulling out before slipping the finger into her mouth. Her face scrunched up, and she reached for the glass of water by her side.

"What? It's more prettier. More texture-ish. If we're in Cake Wars, we'll be the winner."

"That's not how it works," she groaned, pouring the failed mixture into the sink and letting the water cleansed them off. "Now my cupcake's going to be naked."

"You know what can be naked too?"

She held up her middle finger, placing the wet bowl onto the counter and using the clean cloth to wipe it dry. "And I'm not giving these to the children's home naked. You have to help me, Rafe."

Rafe felt a smile tugging on his lips at the mention of 'children’s home', and he thought about how perfect could she be. She’s the epitome of the girl everyone wants to be - she's good in school, never using anyone's money for her, good at baking, and has a big heart?

He thought about how she's good in bed too, but he tired to shake the childish thought away.

"What can I do? Should I go to the store and get any Betty Crocker's frosting?" he offered, his hands in his pocket to reach for his keys. He watched as her shoulder slumped, and he felt bad for ruining her cake. He touched her shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would actually be clumped. I thought it would get even more fluffier."

"You don't think, Rafe, that's why," she sighed, "But that's alright. Do you think you can help me make another one?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin anything," he backed away, glancing at the sink and thinking about the clumped mixture making their way to the sewer.

"Yes. Can you reach for that sugar? That's flour, Rafe, god, yes, yes, okay, c'mere," she rolled her eyes, taking the container from him and dumping the content into the dried bowl. "Now, what do we do?"

"Put water?"

(Y/N) laughed, tilting her head to one side, trying to clutch her stomach from hurting. "Yeah, if you want the kids to get sick."

"Okay, Gordon, what should we do next?" he grunted, but he liked the lightness in the air. How the conversation flowed easily, and how quick he regained her trust to help her make whatever this is.

It was like she didn't care about the Rafe Cameron that gets into fights with the pogues or snorts coke when he's stressed. He felt like staying in this moment forever, wanting to help her bake whatever and watching her smile.

(Y/N) handed him the butter, muttering something along the words of 'dump them in', 'use the mixture', 'you're going to break your arms' and 'watch while it's whisking'.

He didn't care about the many orders she was giving him - he enjoyed it. He truly liked how his night was ending after a long day of bullshit, starting with his college sending him a letter for the vandalism he had caused outside of the Dean's office, Kelce and Topper going on a road trip without him and giving him the explanation of 'we asked you, and you said no'.

In truth, he didn't even remember anything about meeting them. His memory was starting to fade, and he shuddered at the thought of not knowing anyone when he reaches Ward's age.

"Okay, that's enough," she groaned, switching the button off. Rafe apologized quickly, being so caught up with his own thoughts, and waited for her next order.

"Choose the colour," she exclaimed happily, pointing out two different food dyes. "I can't choose!"

Rafe skimmed over the label that said 'blue' and 'pink', and made a face. "Are you going to give the blue ones to the boys and the pinks to the girls or something?"

"What? No?"

"Okay. . . why can't we just use both?"

"And make purple?"

"Yeah? Hey, look, I'm wearing blue and you're wearing pink!"

(Y/N) looked down to the ribbed top, noticing the colour, and her face turned into a red shade. Now everything's going to be awkward.

"Okay, purple it is," she rolled her eyes, giving him the blue bottle and taking the pink one for herself. "Three drops together. Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

"1."

Rafe licked his lips, so eager to watch the colour forming.

"2," she looked at him, and back to the frosting. "Rafe!"

"What?" he raised a brow, following her gaze and watching the blue dots on the frosting. He put his hand over his mouth, too stunned to say anything. "Oh my god, I'm so-"

(Y/N) laughed out loud, this time with her hands gripping onto the kitchen counter to stabilize herself, her mind rewinding back to his expression when he found out what he just did.

"Ha-ha, now you're just being an asshole," he rolled his eyes, but he was glad he had made her laugh. Instinctively, her laugh had made him feel better, and all of his worries dissipated into the air.

After a while, she tried to get ahold of herself to put the pink drops in, but failing to do so as his face kept appearing in her mind. Rafe groaned, having to wait for a few minutes now, and pulled her to feet. He pushed her against the counter, her back against his front as he trapped her.

"Don't laugh."

(Y/N) bit her lips, being in this position but not for what they usually do, and concentrated on dropping 3 drops of pink into the bowl. She cheered when she was done, pulling his hand away to move to the other side. The back of her neck was still hot, and she could still feel his arms around her.

"Mix it," Rafe smiled, leaning against the counter to watch as the mixer whisked the frosting, turning the pearly white colloid to a beautiful dark purple.

"It's dark!" she groaned, but she thought about how it still looked good, though it wasn't her expectation. Her job was almost finished now, and she could hear her bed calling.

"Now, the fun part," she smiled, taking her icing materials and placing them before his eyes. She watched as he laughed, being so excited as if he was a toddler seeing a playground for the first time.

"They used these in Cake Wars," he said proudly, showing her a nozzle.

"Stop with your Cake Wars," she mumbled, preparing the icing bag and giving Rafe one. "Put some frosting- not yet, Rafe, God, do you ever wait? Don't fill the bags too much, just in the middle, yes, just like that, and, wait, let me do mine."

She showed him how to do the perfect icing, practicing on a clean plate and asking him to do the same. He scoffed at her, saying how he got this, but what appeared was nothing more than a crooked line.

"That's nice," she muttered, sighing. "For a coming-out party."

Rafe groaned, trying to copy her artwork, and by the time it was 12.03 a.m., he had managed a copy of hers. Not literal, but there was a hint of hers in his.

"Okay. Now, Rafe, we'll make this quick. I do 80 cupcakes, and you do 20. Is that okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, concentrating on his piping bag. He watched as she did the first cupcake, ending her icing perfectly and exclaiming happily as she put it aside. She looked at him, waiting.

"Don't look at me, you're making me nervous," he mumbled, and leaned to decorate the cupcake. It took him a total of 2 minutes, stopping at times and getting a yell from (Y/N), saying how he should not stop, and the result was impressive. At least to him.

"This will probably be in the rejected part of a bakery, you know, that they'll sell with a discount."

"Not everyone can do arts, (Y/N)," he rolled his eyes, but he truly enjoyed the joke.

It was nearing one in the morning when Rafe saw her sighing in relief, placing the last cupcake into the pastry box and safely storing them in the refrigerator. Her hair was in a bun, he had helped her put them up, and when she refused to let him help her, he gave her a poke.

"What? It's not like it's my first time putting your hair up."

"God, Rafe, you're impossible."

His eyes were almost shut, being so tired after being a cake decorator, and all he wished for was to pull her into her bed and sleep until the morning greets them. He waited until she was done cleaning all of the utensils, walking tiredly towards to him to wake him up.

"Get change, Rafe, I'm not letting you sleep in my bed with that shirt and that sweatpants."

"It's not a problem before," he mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled by her to the bedroom. He removed his shirt weakly, pulling off his sweatpants and jumping into the bed as soon as she closed the light. (Y/N) giggled lightly, noticing how adorable he was being, and she pinched his cheeks before she could stop herself.

"Take off your clothes."

"I'm not going to take off my clothes," she laughed, pulling down her shorts and getting into the bed beside him. She finally laid her back against the mattress, letting out the biggest relief ever as she tried to get comfortable.

He pulled her close towards him, breathing into her scent. She smelled like cupcakes, and he loved it.

"I'm going to the children's home with you."

"What?" she pulled a face, because she wasn't sure if she had heard him right. There was no way Rafe Cameron would ever step his foot into a children's home, what more to give out dark purple cupcakes.

"I'm going to the children's home with you. To give them cupcakes."

(Y/N) smiled and kissed his cheeks. "Okay."

"And we should do this again."

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Rafe," she laughed lightly, placing another peck before closing her eyes.

He placed a long kiss fully on her lips, feeling the butterflies soaring in his stomach. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC’s Date With The Brothers Goes Terribly… Then it Starts to Rain.

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Hello my dearest degenerates, there’s nothing I love more than ridiculous crack fics, but I wanted to do some fluff, so here we go!

Lucifer

This just had to happen on Lucifer’s one day off… didn’t it? He had the entire day planned out, his brothers would be out doing their own thing, which left him and MC to have the entire day together.

The two of them would have gone to Ristorante 6, watched a movie, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. But no, Lucifer can’t have nice things.

It certainly started off that way, MC and Lucifer held hands as they made their way over to Ristorante 6, and the Avatar of Pride was reminded for the thousandth time exactly why he adored this human so much.

The human was both one of the most stress inducing parts of his life, and one of the few things that made him feel completely at peace. He would move mountains for them if they asked him too…

While Lucifer was in the middle of staring incredibly lovingly at his beloved MC, the human stopped suddenly and pointed ahead of them.

“I think Ristorante 6 may be… closed today.” “What do you mean, MC- oh.”

Apparently, two demons got into a very nasty fight inside, and one slammed the other through a wall. The restaurant was in the middle of scheduling repairs and would be closed until the hole in the wall was fixed. Lucifer developed the tiniest of tics in his right eye, but all MC had to do was squeeze his hand and give him that perfect smile of theirs… *sigh* they were right… there were other good places to eat.

Well, the cafe they wanted to go to was closed that day and they both walked over there for nothing… the second restaurant they went to was full on account of Ristorante 6 closing earlier…

Finally, the two practically trudged to Hell’s Kitchen, but Beel was there an hour earlier and cleared the entire place out…

Lucifer told MC not to fret, they’d just head to the movies and buy some snacks, sure it wasn’t the fancy dinner they planned but… at least it was food.

Oh… the movie they planned on seeing was… not running that night…

“Did you check online before we left?” “…damn.”

Their date was going decidedly terrible, MC and Lucifer were eating movie theatre popcorn outside, in outfits that were way too formal, and were rapidly becoming more and more convinced that the day was just… cursed.

Then… a crack of lightning, then it began to completely pour.

Lucifer winced the moment he heard the lightning, of course… of course it would start to rain… as the rain began to pour down on the two, he simply stared straight ahead, completely and utterly defeated.

The Morning Star, the right hand to the Crown Prince of The Devildom, The Avatar of Pride himself, was defeated by a simple thunderstorm. He took a deep breath in, prepared to shout, scream, throw a tantrum of the highest degree, then just visibly deflated. He turned to MC, who looked just as defeated and drained.

Lucifer wordlessly used his magic to put up a small shield above them, sheltering the two from the torrential downpour.

“You know,” MC mumbled, resting their head against Lucifer’s arm. “The movies make getting caught in the rain seem much more romantic…”

That comment elicited a quiet chuckle from Lucifer as he pulled MC into a hug. The two were already drenched, what did it matter if Lucifer got cheap popcorn butter all over the front of his outfit? Nothing else mattered when he was with the one person in the world who could make his heart swell with this much love and adoration.

“How about we head home, MC? I think I still have some of Barbatos’ cake hidden in the kitchen, we can enjoy that and listen to some music.”

Lucifer felt MC sigh against his front, then look up with that bright sparkling smile that never failed to make him blush.

“I’d like nothing more.”

Mammon

Okay, Mammon had this whole day planned, by the end of it, his human would be swooning! He had gotten paid big bucks from his latest modelling gigs, and he was going to treat MC to a full day with their first man.

First, they were going to spend the morning shopping, then they were going to eat lunch at this new restaurant that had just opened up, after lunch they were going to just kill time until dinner, then eat dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, then they were going to go home, get changed, then head out to The Fall, party, then head home again where MC would most definitely shower the Great Mammon with all the praise and affection he deserved!

Of course, MC would be given all the love and adoration they deserved and more! Mammon’s human was the best, and they deserved the best! The Avatar of Greed was ready!

Or so he thought. The day began with Mammon deciding that he was going to make himself and MC breakfast. It was going fine until Mammon got lost in an intense daydream and by the time he snapped out of it, Beel had eaten the pancake batter and there was no time to make anything else.

Mammon’s surprise breakfast ended up being toast and cut up fruit. It wasn’t so bad, but everyone knows that fruit is very unreliable. Sometimes it’s good… sometimes it’s squishy and unappetizing…

The morning shopping trip was ruined when Mammon went to withdraw money from his account and it turned out that the money from his shoot wasn’t in the account.

Apparently his paycheque was being held back because one of the modelling agencies was being sued.

“…MC?” “Come here, silly.”

After having his face peppered with kisses, Mammon was completely rejuvenated. His human had magic kisses, after all! They never failed to make him feel better!

The two decided that instead of a shopping spree they’d spend a couple hours of window shopping, after that when the two stopped for lunch at the new restaurant. Twenty minutes after eating there, Mammon was dry heaving over a trashcan while MC chugged a bottle of water to try and settle the awful nausea that had completely taken over. Perhaps a bad review would be necessary…

The time that was meant to be spent just wandering around the Devildom was completely ruined when those damn witches showed up! Mammon was not about to forfeit his time with MC to play servant to those three, so he grabbed his human and sprinted away.

That cat and mouse game with the witches lasted for literal hours and ended with Mammon and MC hiding behind a random alley dumpster…

Finally, Hell’s Kitchen, it turned out that they didn’t take too kindly to dine and dashers, so Mammon ended up spending the time he was supposed to be spending eating with MC waiting tables to pay off his tab.

After that, Mammon was too exhausted to even think about partying, so MC suggested that they just head home and watch some fun action movies.

The moment they began their walk home however…

A single drop of water tapped against Mammon’s sunglasses, he looked up and pointed a finger at the sky.

“No.”

Another drop of water hit the rim of his sunglasses.

“No!”

I’m a matter of seconds, it had begun to completely pour, Mammon dug his hands into his hair and shouted in frustration.

“NO! NO! NO! WHY RIGHT NOW?! Why… why right now..?” His outburst had quickly petered out into Mammon physically drooping and quietly taking off his jacket. He held it over MC so they would be spared the brunt of the rain and looked down at his now soaked shoes. “I… I’m sorry… MC…”

“Mammon, what are you sorry for?” MC said gently, lacing their fingers with his.

What kind of a question was that? Mammon had fucked up the date he had planned and made himself look like a complete idiot in front of the one person who showed him any amount of love and affection.

His heart sank as he managed to drag his gaze over to MC. They were worried about an idiot like him… maybe they’d be better off without needing to constantly babysit him…

“Today… everything… I dunno…” Mammon mumbled, MC looped their arms around him, being careful not to drop his jacket onto the wet ground.

“Are you kidding? You planned this entire nice day for the two of us,” when Mammon didn’t respond, MC took on a more firm tone. “Listen, sometimes dates don’t turn out good, that doesn’t mean you have to mope in the rain. Let’s go home, order some food, and watch a movie or some dumb show, whatever makes you happy.”

Though the constant patter of the rain made it difficult to hear, Mammon sniffled and finally returned the hug. His human really was the best.

“You’re too nice to me… ya know that?” Mammon whispered.

MC pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled. “Get used to it, because I don’t plan on stopping.”

Leviathan

Levi had to psyche himself up for months in order to do this… he had seen and swooned over cliche TV show dates thousands of times and now, he wanted to take MC on one.

Simply asking them was a Herculean task all on its own… Levi tried to kabedon them, and failed miserably and ended up head butting MC by accident. The Avatar of Envy could have shrivelled up and died of embarrassment right then and there, but MC let out the sweet laugh that never failed to make Levi’s heart swell. They accepted the date request.

When the day came, the two left the HOL, and Levi began his checklist of things that needed to happen to make this a perfect date. First! Dinner!

Dinner… did not pan out well to say the least. The place they had decided to go to was incredibly crowded and the two of them got seated in just the worst spot. They ended up needing to end their meal early and eat outside because Levi was getting hit with a bad case of sensory overload.

Eating outside wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that it was cold and windy as hell… Levi was cold blooded… not figuratively, but mostly literally, he did not do well in overly cold environments. He ended up cuddling closer to MC, which would have been really romantic if he hadn’t accidentally spilled their drink all over them.

Okay… that didn’t turn out good… well, after dinner they were supposed to go do some karaoke! Levi loved karaoke! He could sing something cute and sappy for MC, that was a romance staple!

And the karaoke place was closed for renovations… ugh…

Levi wanted to just go home and abandon the whole date idea, but MC looped their arm around him and pulled him away from the closed karaoke place.

“Remember the arcade we went to a few months ago? I saw it on the way here, let’s go there instead.” “Are you sure you want to keep this date with me going..?” “Positive.”

The arcade was fun until Levi spotted the DDR (Devil Dance Revolution) game that he and MC got the high score on last time. Levi wanted to see what other noobs had tried and failed to beat him and MC.

It turned out… someone beat them…

It seemed like Baphomet and Azazel made a good DDR team because they had managed to knock Levi and MC down to second place by a lot, that wasn’t all, apparently someone was salty after not getting past Levi and MC and put “are dumb” under their names!

Levi was practically frothing at the mouth when he pulled MC to the DDR machine to restore their lost honour. They… did not restore their lost honour. Levi ended up getting so upset he tried to unplug the machine, which somehow ended up permanently freezing the high scores onto the screen. It seemed that the entire Devildom would know that Baphomet and Azazel were better than Levi and MC, and that they were both dumb…

There was still one more thing Levi had planned on doing during his date with MC, he wanted to take them to a cherry blossom tree and suavely kiss them under it. Sadly, there were no cherry blossom trees in the Devildom, but there was a pretty decent substitute that was in bloom during that time of year. Levi and MC made their way to a spot where Levi knew there was a tree, and stood under it.

That was when Levi suddenly realized he had no clue how to be suave and began to stutter-spiral. MC patiently waited for Levi to properly articulate what he wanted to say, when they spotted a unicorn in the distance! MC excitedly pointed it out to Levi, who immediately went pale. Apparently Devildom unicorns are very territorial and very aggressive. They are Satan’s familiar for a reason…

Booking it from a unicorn was not how Levi wanted to end the date… it really wasn’t… but the final straw that broke the camel’s back had arrived in the form of a single raindrop. Then another… then another…

“Levi, please get out of the pond…”

“Leave me, find someone better.”

After the rain had started, Levi had taken off his jacket, handed it to MC, then proceeded to float face down in full demon form in the middle of a pond. The Avatar of Envy was so tired and embarrassed that he just wanted the pond to consume him.

“Levi,” MC tutted. “You’re going to get struck by lightning.”

“Good.”

“Leviathan!”

MC’s sudden shout caused Levi to flail in the water for a brief moment before he was able to use his tail to stabilize himself as managed to tread water.

“Get out of the pond right now! The Lord of Shadows would never abandon Henry like this!”

“The Lord of Shadows is cool, I’m not…” Levi crossed his arms and sunk ever so slightly deeper into the water.

“What the hell are you talking about?” MC asked. “Did we watch the same show? The Lord of Shadows is a huge dork, like you, now get out of the pond so we can go home and not get struck by lightning.”

Defeated by the power of friendship/love/fandom brotherhood, Levi made his way back to shore and was given a quick whack to the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“That’s for being a sulky dummy!” MC then yanked Levi forward by the front of his shirt and kissed him. Levi nearly gasped and began to fanboy right then and there in the middle of the kiss. A rain kiss! A dramatic kiss in the rain! That was one of the best tropes ever! “And that, was for trying to take me on a sweet date.”

“M-marry me…” Levi whispered before he could stop himself. MC giggled and patted one of his now bright red cheeks.

“Maybe someday.”

Satan

Going on fun spontaneous dates really wasn’t Satan’s forte, he preferred a schedule, but both he and MC had the afternoon free and Satan didn’t feel like bumming around at home when the two of them could do that any other day.

Oh-so charmingly taking his beloved MC by the hand and leading them to the nearest cat-cafe was the first thing Satan could think to do. He loves cats, he loves MC, what could possibly ruin a nice afternoon with both?

When the two reached the cafe, they were met with an employee closing the place early, claiming that all the cats had actually gotten adopted and they were waiting for more rescues to come in.

Satan couldn’t decide whether to be upset about the lack of cats, or happy that the cats got adopted into loving homes like they deserved. Satan settled on being aggressively happy.

It was no big deal, there were other things they could do together, like go to a library, or bookstore, or a museum, the possibilities were endless!

Well, it would have been endless if it wasn’t for the world conspiring to make Satan loose his cool. First, the line for his favourite book store was looped around the block because of a new book release. Inconveniencing, sure, but nothing too awful, there was a nice park nearby, the two decided to relax on one of the benches.

Problem number two arose when some idiot threw a Fangol ball a little too far and it ended up hitting Satan, then bouncing off his head and hitting the tree that the bench was under, normally, this would be rude and annoying but nothing that would activate Satan’s volcanic temper, except for the tiny issue that there was a wasp nest in that tree that decided Satan’s drink was enemy #1.

After being stung approximately eight times in the hand, Satan wasn’t doing too good, MC could tell and offered to go to the doctor’s with him. As Satan led them out of the park and towards the sidewalk he assured MC that there was nothing to worry about…

But MC, holder of Satan’s heart, went to go get him ice anyway.

The third and final thing to make Satan blow his top, the rain… the cold… depressing… rain…

“Oh…” MC mumbled as they looked up at the rain, then at Satan, whose hands were balled into fists so tight that his palms began to bleed. “Satan are you-”

Completely silent, Satan strode toward a nearby dumpster and slammed his foot into the metal, sending the entire thing into the back of the dead-end alley. The entire dumpster practically compressed and folded in on itself from the sheer force of the kick.

“Do you want to go home?” MC asked gently, taking a few steps towards him, Satan slowly nodded.

“Y-yes. I think that’d be the smart thing to do.” Satan massaged his forehead and took the ice from MC. “It seems that spontaneity isn’t our strong suit as a couple.”

MC sighed and nodded. “Yeah, we should go back to planning this stuff beforehand, and… you know,” They gestured around the two of them. “check what’s open and what the weather’s going to be before we head out.”

Only MC could soothe Satan’s temper as quickly as it flared up, and MC was getting covered with rainwater. That just wouldn’t do. He turned to MC and offered them his jacket. “I don’t want you to get cold.”

“Isn’t your line supposed to be ‘here, take this, you might catch a cold’?” MC lightly teased as they took the jacket. “Like a classic romantic lead?”

Satan shook his head and laughed softly. “No, that’s a common misconception. You can’t actually get the common cold or flu from being out in the rain. The real danger is hypothermia or frostbite.”

“Ah,” MC looped their arm around Satan’s and held his non swollen hand. “So smart, tell me more about the dangers of hypothermia.”

“Don’t tease, dearest, or I’ll take back my jacket.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had just the most stressful day… and decided that he and his sweet MC just had to go on a nice date together to fix it!

Most dates with Asmo had a sort of three act structure, first they would coordinate their outfits together for the actual date activity, then they’d do whatever they set out to do, then they’d go home and either snuggle, or do the Devil’s tango, whichever MC was feeling up for.

But on this particular day, the three act structure was being ruined. It started with the outfit coordination, somehow everything Asmo had that would match with what MC was wearing was in the laundry, he had to be convinced by MC that this wasn’t that big of a deal and the two of them would look radiant whether they matched or not.

Since that was settled, Asmo and MC made their way to Asmo’s all time favourite spa, which was not closed, no no no, it was actively on fire.

“How… how did this happen?” “Well, there were a lot of candles burning in that place, I guess we’ll just have to save the spa trip for another date.”

Everyone was fine by the way

Oh well, it would take more than a raging inferno to ruin Asmo’s date, he was determined to have a good time, so he cheerily took MC’s hand and led them away from the fire. He also casually mentioned that being so close to danger was a total turn-on.

MC very quickly ended that comment with a kiss, Asmo can’t make inappropriate sex jokes when he’s kissing his favourite person. It was truly a testament to his complete and utter adoration of MC that Asmo was willing to share the top spot of his list of favourite people with them!

While on their merry way to find something else to do, Asmo’s fan club caught wind that he and MC were on a date and decided to make their appearance. Now Asmo’s groupies are normally very sweet, but they can also be incredibly unaware of boundaries.

Everywhere Asmo and MC looked, one or two of Asmo’s fans would be half hiding and half spying on how the date was going. It was common knowledge that Asmo x MC was the OTP of the entire club, and some of the members wanted to get a peak of their ship doing something romantic.

As much as Asmo loved attention, it was getting kind of… creepy. He began to usher MC away from certain areas and tried to find a suitably nice place to get away from prying eyes.

The pair ended up in this absolutely gorgeous public garden that was thankfully quite empty. Though, all it took was one awkward step with the kind of shoes he was wearing and Asmo fell straight into a rose bush.

MC had to quickly get to work kissing Asmo’s cut up face better before he started to cry and ruined his mascara. What was even worse was that the fall messed up Asmo’s shoe and he’d have to walk back to the house like an uncoordinated baby deer.

Everything was fine… just fine… no need to worry… everything was… cloudy…

The moment the first drop of rain landed in front of Asmo he stood completely stiff and still.

“Don’t.” He growled. “I just got my hair fixed.”

The rain didn’t listen, and began pouring down, absolutely drenching Asmo and MC in a matter of minutes. MC tried to pull Asmo towards an alcove or a covered patio so they could call a cab home, but the Avatar of Lust refused to move. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, smiled serenely to himself, then looked back up to the sky and screamed with the hatred of a thousand suns:

“FUCK YOU TOO FATHER!”

It was quite a scene for MC to witness, Asmo rarely fully lost his cool, especially not enough to swear like an ‘uncouth barbarian’, combine that with his running mascara, scratched up face, and dirty clothes, he looked more like a feral movie star that was just rescued from the woods than the solid ten out of ten MC normally knew him as.

“Momo?” MC gently patted his back. “Come on, we should go home.”

Asmo finally turned to look at his sweet MC, the poor thing shouldn’t have seen him act like this… the day had gone completely horribly and he just had to drag MC into this, didn’t he? He felt his heart drop right into his gut as he practically collapsed into his human’s arms.

“Oh MC, I’m so sorry I dragged you out today… we should have just stayed home…”

“Asmo,” MC weighed their options, before settling on just rubbing his back. “There there.”

The awkward sniffling and snorting continued for the next couple of minutes while MC called a ride service to come pick the two of them up.

“Thank you, MC,” Asmo sniffled. “You’re the sweetest thing in the universe…”

“You’re sweet too, Asmo. It’s a shame today didn’t work out.”

“Mhm…”

“We can still save this date, you know? When we get back home we can take a bath and snuggle.”

“That…” Asmo sniffed. “That sounds really nice, MC.”

“Anytime spent with you is nice, Asmo.” MC then rolled their eyes while Asmo giggled. “Man that was corny…”

Beelzebub

Beel had come back from one hell of a Fangol game, and he was in an amazing mood! He wanted to take MC out to celebrate!

Between-meal snacks were packed, and they set off to the carnival. Nothing could beat the nice smell of fried dough, Carmel apples, popcorn, and spending time with MC.

Of course, the food wasn’t the only thing Beel wanted to enjoy with MC, there were rides and games to try while they enjoyed their snacks. First they made their way to the teacup ride.

In theory, having big strong Beel to spin the big wheel in the middle to make the teacup move would be a good thing, but even though it was the first ride, MC had eaten quite a lot of carnival snacks.

Beel only had to spin the centre disc once for the disc to both break and make the teacup to whirl around at a speed that practically threw them into Beel’s side. MC then… well… vomited. Everywhere.

Since Beel accidentally ripped the centre disc off, he couldn’t slow the teacup down manually to stop the puke-tornado, so it took a little while before the ride operator realized that something was wrong and stopped the ride.

The walk off the ride was both embarrassing and completely nauseating, MC needed to stumble to the nearest trashcan and hurl. Beel did his best to comfort his poor human and mumbled quite a lot of apologies.

“I’m sorry MC…” “Beel, it’s okay… I’d uh, kiss you but the… vomit.”

Both Beel and MC decreed that maybe rides weren’t the best idea after that, and went over to check out the carnival games.

After a few unsuccessful tries at a few games, a plushie caught MC’s eye and they were absolutely smitten with it. Beel vowed to win it for them, and lined himself up to try the pitching game.

Well, something good came out of that… Beel threw so fast it may have broken a record, the bad thing was that the ball tore through the tent and caused the whole thing to collapse.

The tent then caught fire after landing on some of the candles that were set up… the plushie went up in flames…

Beel turned to MC, who wordlessly patted him on the back. At… at least they still had their snacks…

As Beel and MC made their way to the exit, a group of kids rushed past the pair, Beel, not wanting to step on or bump into any of them, awkwardly wobbled, then fell and dropped all of his emergency snacks.

And then came the rain…

“Oh…” Beel mumbled as he stared down his spilled food, MC quickly wrapped their arms around him, looking up at him with a half-hearted smile.

“We can buy some more, or wait until we get home, it’s okay, Beel.”

The Avatar of Gluttony slowly nodded, tearing his gaze away from the wasted snacks. Thunder sounded above the two and the cold rain began to beat against them.

When Beel looked down at MC, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, they weren’t upset at him, they weren’t angry… they just wanted to make him feel better… Beel nodded resolutely to himself, he was going to make MC feel better too! He picked MC up bridal-style and began to walk away from the rapidly emptying carnival.

“B-Beel?” MC sputtered.

“Let’s go home, MC, I have cookies hidden in one of the cabinets that we can share.”

MC looked up at their sweet cinnamon roll, then buried their face in his chest. Their shoulders shook slightly as they looped their arms around Beel’s neck.

“M-MC?” Beel asked, he tried to shift MC in his arms to see if they were crying, but MC looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“You’re just the best, Beel. Never forget that.”

Belphegor

The Avatar of Sloth doesn’t exactly “do” traditional dates, but even he could tell that MC wanted to do something a little more exciting than “lay in bed and make out until Belphie falls asleep”.

Since Belphie is a totally wonderful brat boyfriend, he decided to take MC out to the best possible place in the human world for some stargazing… and napping.

He even put together a picnic basket so he and MC could eat while watching the sunset before the stars came out!

The favourite blanket was packed, the picnic basket was ready, and Lucifer gave the two permission to visit the human world for the evening. Belphie took a mental note to avoid doing any pranks for a week as a thank-you to his older brother.

Well, the first problem came when the two spread out the blanket and opened up the basket to find… nothing. Belphie immediately thought that Beel must have eaten their food, but then the memory of the food clearly sitting in the fridge entered his mind. He had forgotten to put the food in the basket… and he was too lazy to check why the basket was so light…

Oh well… no big deal, MC had a big lunch. The second problem came in the form of a swarm of mosquitoes. Gross, bloodsucking mosquitos.

“MC?” “Yeah?” “Did you happen to pack bug spray before I took you out on this surprise picnic?” “No…”

Belphie’s solution was to use his tail to bat the bugs away, but that proved to be quite useless. It didn’t help that while both MC and Belphie were being eaten alive, Belphie would end up accidentally thwacking MC with his tail.

Well, at least the sunset was nice, or it would have been if Belphie hadn’t slept through it by accident.

It was classic Belphie to manage to sleep through anything interesting, and apparently he also missed out on a shooting star which soured his mood even more.

The only little bright spot of the date so far was that MC did say that they wished for something for him on that shooting star… hopefully wish magic might salvage the date…

After being awoken by MC to look up at the sky, the two realized that something was… missing. Where were the stars?

MC and Belphie were laying on their backs facing the clouded over sky when they both had the dawning realization of what was to come.

Rain.

Of course… mosquitoes are extra active and crazy before a storm… that’s why they were coming at them…

Belphie let out a dejected sigh as the first raindrop of many hit the tip of his nose. MC scratched at their arms and began to pack up the blanket into the empty picnic basket. At least the blanket wouldn’t get too wet.

Well, he fucked this up royally. The Avatar of Sloth almost never put any actual work into something that didn’t benefit himself, but MC had managed to make themselves the exception. He wanted to make them happy, he wanted to see that cute little face they made when he’d crack a joke or make a quip about something, but now, lying flat on his back staring up at a coming rainstorm, Belphie had come to the crippling realization that all his work went to waste.

“You know, MC, the outdoors is going to lose my patronage.” Belphie murmured, blinking a few raindrops out of his eyes as the rain began to patter down with more ferocity. “I think the two of us should stick to indoor dates.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” MC sighed as they used the picnic basket as a makeshift umbrella.

“I’m um…” Belphie began, guilt twisting in his gut. “I’m sorry this turned out so shitty.”

“It’s okay, Belphie.” MC pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “If by some miracle the food that was supposed to be in the fridge hasn’t gotten eaten by the time we get back home, we’ll eat a late dinner, cuddle, and then sleep till noon.”

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I'm getting married Saturday! Any words of wisdom to impart for someone starting that new chapter (if you're comfortable with it)? Thanks for being a parent figure to so many of us on here. Goodness knows lots of us need someone like that.

In any case, Shana Tovah, and many blessings to you and yours!

💙

First of all, mazel tov! So much joy and happiness to you both. 💓

I had to think about this for a bit. @dadhoc and I have been together for 17 years and married for 12, and we've been with @apocalycious for 2.5 years, so I think we're doing something right. In no particular order:

Know when you need to be Right and when you'd rather be Happy. If your spouse wants to build a house with a Jell-O foundation, keep arguing/discussing/etc. bc you need to be right - it could hurt you both if you don't! If you're arguing over which one of you said what when you clearly had an unfortunate misunderstanding and accidentally hurt each other's feelings... wouldn't you rather be happy than right? Take a deep breath, apologize for your part in the misunderstanding, and figure out how to not have it happen again.

Don't let the sun go down on your anger. Don't go to bed angry with each other or actively arguing. That kind of stuff calcifies.

Figure out how the other person expresses love and says they're sorry, and honor that. Communicate how you need to be loved and apologized to. @dadhoc doesn't always say "I love you" out loud, but they make the leftover challah into French toast on the weekend, and they work really hard on NerdyKeppie stuff. I write poems and make art for people and get silly little presents, like an enamel pin with a red panda or a penguin on it for my boos. If you mention something you might like to do someday offhandedly, or a question you wonder about, Evie will remember that and research it for you! Steve also often doesn't say "I'm sorry" out loud - they will go wash the bedding and clean the bedroom so we can all spend time watching TV and snuggling together when the argument is resolved... but I need to hear "I'm sorry" out loud. So I acknowledge and appreciate the things they did, and they say the words out loud.

Respond to what your partners say, not to your baggage or to what you expect them to say. This becomes more of a Thing the longer you're together: you have so many conversations and talks and arguments that you fall into a comfortable groove with each other. That's great! But. Make sure when they're talking that you're not responding to something your dad said that hurt you 20 years ago, or to your ex who was hypercritical of you, or to who your partner USED to be, 6 years and a bunch of discussions ago.

Celebrate each other's successes, even the little ones. Get ice cream together when you finish a project at work. Take each other out for self-care time. You're together because you're each other's biggest fans, after all, but also...

You don't have to be each other's everything. I'm fact, you shouldn't. Make time for yourself. Spend time with your friends. Cultivate your friends, not just our friends. (Evie is friends with people I can't stand, and I'm happy they get along!) Have your Own Things that you do and are.

Spoil each other just a little. If you won't do it, who will?

Laugh with each other but never at each other. Human beings are ridiculous!

Go to therapy. It's preventative maintenance for your brain.

Find something you enjoy doing together that has a finished product at the end. Build a model, bake a cake. Evie and I really like cooking together. Even cleaning is nice if I'm doing it with my partners.

Don't stop going on dates, even if a date means eating dinner outside instead of in your kitchen.

Speaking of which: try to make Family Dinner a thing. Sit at an actual table presuming you have one, trade off making food, put your phone somewhere else while you're eating, and talk to each other without distraction for at least that long every day. I know I sound like a mom in a Pixar movie, but I'm serious, this works! When I was sick, we stopped having a dining room table really bc of how our house got rearranged, and we didn't eat together at a table for years. Now our Family Dinnertime is sacrosanct. Even if we're all eating leftovers, we eat at the table right around the same time every day. It makes a difference in our ability to connect with each other. Eating together is an important human bonding activity.

You're going to change. So is your spouse. That's not just okay - that's great! Life means growth. I'm not who I was in 2004, thank G-d, and neither is Steve. I'm not who I was in 2019, for that matter. That change and growth is who you're becoming together, so honor and celebrate that. You can't grow old together if you don't grow old, after all.

If you're so inclined generally speaking, never stop looking at your sexy-ass spouse with the same wide-eyed delight you do now. Just... enjoy it when they're getting changed in the room with you. If I ever stop saying "... butt... " dreamily when one of my partners is changing, or informing one that they're missing out on seeing the other's butt, just bury me, I'm dead. Appreciate them out loud. They're cute!

Smooch daily.

Take care of yourself. You can't be a good spouse if you're not eating food food, getting enough sleep, etc.

Even in the shitty parts, which will happen, remind yourself that you've got backup. From now on, you've always got backup, and it's much easier to go through crises with your biggest fan by your side. It'll be a great story on the other side, right? I'll forever tell the one about how when Steve was in the hospital for afib, and the docs had to knock Steve out to shock their heart into behaving, they woke up and started immediately asking "where's my [husbutch]?" They got so insistent about it - still loopy on the anesthesia - that the nurse came to get me. I called from the doorway and Steve calmed down... for 5 seconds, and then their short-term memory cycled, and they started asking for me again. This happened half a dozen times until I asked "do you want me to just ... squeeze in?" bc Steve's insistence was slowing the doctors down, the docs said yes, so I worked my way up to the head of their hospital bed and said "here I am, please calm down so the doctors can work." Steve said, "oh! My [husbutch]. Hello, [husbutch]!" and took my hand and calmed down. It was a TERRIBLE day but I LOVE that story in retrospect.

Smooch lots.

Mazel tov! Love each other. Building a marriage is work, but anything worth building takes effort. It sounds cheesy but it's so true. 💗

#spider talks #marriage #long post #i never did know how to say anything briefly

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