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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Strawberry Acai

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Summary: Joe gets you back after all of those pranks you pulled on him. It doesn't end in his favor though…

Warnings: None, fluff, unserious/funny, pranks

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*December 27th, 2023 - 21 weeks pregnant*

You and Joe sat on the couch, unwinding after a long day of Christmas festivities in Athens at his parent's house.

Tyson and Miles slept in the car the entire ride home, so when you two arrived, Joe carried them upstairs and put them in their beds.

Before you guys left Robin and Jimmy’s, you had put the boys’s pajamas on, already expecting them to crash in the car.

Now, Joe loved his family, don't get me wrong, but usually after a get-together with them, he wouldn't want to be around a lot of people for at least a whole day.

In other words, he'd keep his circle limited to you, Tyson, and Miles.

Currently, Joe was cuddled up to you while talking to the baby in your stomach.

Joe was adamant that his baby girl would know her father's voice as soon as she met the outside world.

You loved being a third wheel in their conversations, finding the way Joe’s tone went up an octave while talking in a baby voice to be cute.

But unbeknownst to you, Joe was planning something not-so-innocent.

He had a prank up his sleeve.

Joe was fed up with being on the receiving end of all your little pranks, and now it was his turn to be the prankster.

A few minutes ago, when Joe was “using the bathroom” he was actually on DoorDash ordering your favorite Starbucks drink.

But it was for himself.

That was the prank.

Joe was proud of himself for already having your go-to order memorized because it came in handy today.

Baby girl’s conversation with her daddy was interrupted by a slight knock on the door.

Joe had specified not ringing the doorbell because there were sleeping kids.

You watched him stand up and walk to the door. Joe seemed calm, cool, and collected while you were slightly worried about who or what was knocking on your door at nine o'clock at night.

When Joe opened the door he took a few steps onto the porch and bent over to pick something up.

He walked back into the house, shut the door, and pulled the bag out from behind his back to reveal that it was Starbucks.

“Joey! Did you get me a refresher?” - you grinned

Joe pulled the drink out of the bag and sat back down in his spot next to you on the couch.

Without saying a word Joe moved the cup to his lips and took a slow sip.

You laughed when you saw his face contort slightly, Strawberry Acai refreshers can be sour sometimes.

“Can I have it now?” - you

Joe shook his head no and continued drinking. He tried and failed to not make a face at the sourness.

Now that 1/4 of the venti cup was empty, you realized what he was doing.

With a longing glance, side-eye style, Joe took in your slightly sad expression.

Fuck, he made his pregnant wife sad.

“Wait, shit, I'm sorry. Here, you can have it. I was just trying to prank you, not make you sad.” - Joe

He handed you the drink and you apprehensively took a small sip, trying to mess with him.

“Mama… I’m sorry. I'll order another one if you want. Want a cake pop? Or two?” - Joe

You giggled as you watched him frantically get on his phone to find the DoorDash app.

“Babe, I’m okay. Just this drink is fine.” - you

“Are you sure? I can order another one!” - Joe

“Joe, it's fine, I promise. Was this your way of getting back at me?” - you laughed

“Yes, but I failed miserably. You have too big of an effect on me for me to prank you.” - Joe

His comment made you smile and cuddle back up to him, your head leaning into his shoulder as his hand found its place on your bump.

“I think we should leave the pranking in this marriage up to me...” - you

“Hell, that's for sure.” - Joe scoffed before laughing

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up with Joe as you sipped on your refresher.

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The next morning, you'd wake up alone because Joe was working out in the home gym.

You immediately went downstairs to start breakfast for your three boys and yourself, and your heart warmed when you saw what was on the counter.

It was a small bouquet of different colored tulips, a venti refresher, and a cookie already out of the package sitting on the paper.

There was also a small note next to it and a grin spread across your face when you read it.

Sorry again for that prank, Mama. I hope the baby is craving a chocolate chip cookie this morning, and I also hope this makes for a good apology.

Love you, Joe.

You let out a content sigh as you reached for the cookie and took a bite, running your hand over your bump as you did so.

“You’ve got one good daddy, princess.” - you

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Authors note: Definitely not the end of the prank saga. 😏

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Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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batterygarden · 11 months

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some love birds in a hammock (aza chobe x gn reader)—sfw but pls don’t follow me if ur a minor

Chobe’s not really listening — or maybe he is only half way. ‘Cause when you say something funny he knows to throw out a fake laugh that has you shoving his fucking battering ram of a shoulder with all your might till he moves half an inch in your hammock. He slides right back against your body though—gravity and all—and peers at you over his sunglasses with a face that acknowledges your nonexistent strength in a teasing way. Then he resumes focus on the map he was studying.

“You’re an asshole.” You say, leaning against him anyway and glaring at the maze of park trails on his lap.

He ignores you pointedly this time, pushing his shades in his hair before tracing one of the lines in front of him with his finger. You observe as his face pouts in concentration, catching his eyes moving so fast over the guide you can’t understand how he’s even absorbing anything—your boyfriend’s some kind of genius when it comes to processing new information. You only have another moment to watch him before the map is folded back in his pocket and he’s giving you his full attention again—evidently having learned the directions he’d been searching for in record time.

His confidence earns a frown. He’s so annoyingly perfect sometimes—it almost makes you self-conscious.

You think back to the way he handled being lost in the first place. When it was revealed that you’d confidently led the two of you at least a mile off the trail you were meant to be hiking in the wrong direction, rather than groaning and complaining or even teasing, Chobe had taken the situation in stride. He’d only heaved a deep breath and unzipped his backpack, offering you a canteen of lukewarm water while he set to work pitching his hammock in some nearby trees.

When you were confused, wondering, “shouldn’t we retrace our steps to find the main trail?” Aza was shaking his head before you could finish your sentence.

“Nah, it’s time to take a break.”

You aren’t sure whether aza’s reaction to the situation makes it more or less embarrassing—he definitely handled it with more grace and maturity than you would have if the situation were reversed… there’s no way you could have resisted at least one teasing comment.

His endless patience somehow only manages to make him feel farther away, farther above you, like your forgetfulness and clumsy ways are expected. He makes you feel childish. Childish and yet, ironically, very trusted—like he doesn't expect you to scrape your knees but is unsurprised and band-aid-prepared when you do. It’s nerve-wracking because you look up to him so much, and now, as your feet kick back and forth to get his hammock swinging, you can’t help but worry his trust for you will run out some day.

Aza starts kicking his legs a little too, before leaning back so his head rests against fabric.

“You’re worried we won’t find our way back?”

He guesses, sensing the stress you radiate while contrasting it completely—letting his eyelids droop all serene-faced. You wanna punch him. And do a million sweeter, mushier things.

“No,” you swing your legs harder, the leaves around you swaying as the hammock flies.

“I know you can find the way Mr. Human compass man.”

“Why’re you so pissed then? ‘T’s a nice day.”

You bite your tongue while you wait for a response to come together in your head—better to word this wisely.

“I… wish you’d been the one to get us lost.”

Chobe’s instantly chuckling, pulling you against his chest so he can drag you both sideways—laying down instead of sitting.

His deep laugh takes a while to die down—your cheeks could start a forest fire by the time he’s finished.

“You want me to take the blame?” His voice is teasing and unserious when he finally breathes enough to speak, his hands warm where they rub up and down your back

You sigh long and hard, finally revealing your buried face to frown at him.

“No! Ugh! That’s not it at all.”

His eyes widen when he sees you’re seriously upset and he clears his throat before shoving a nearby tree branch so you’re swinging again.

He uses a placating tone,

“‘Course not. I’m just teasin’.”

You let him rock you with your face buried again for a while before you try and speak some more, eventually wrapping your arms around his neck to scoot your face closer.

“‘M just. Feeling embarrassed that I got us lost. Sometimes I feel like everything I do is wrong and everything you do is right.”

Your voice is tiny and it’s a miracle he even hears it, but you know he does because he squeezes you closer after each word.

He traces patterns on your back for a minute while you swing before he replies.

“Well that’s kind of true.”

You lift yourself up so he can see your glare.

He’s quick to add a defensive tone, “I am always right! ‘M I supposed to argue the facts??”

He smiles when you roll your eyes, pinching your cheek before he adds

“But you’re also never wrong.”

You giggle, letting him cradle you back to his chest before reminding him—

“Except about trail directions!”

He hums no, pushing a branch so you’re swinging again.

“This wasn’t the wrong way. We coulda missed this hammock spot if we didn’t take it.”

#hell’s paradise #jigokuraku #Aza chobe x reader #jigokuraku x reader #aza chobe #chobe x reader #chobei x reader #aza #hells paradise #aza jigokuraku #aza choubei #im gonna start throwing some fics out here from time to time #aza chobe fluff

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 9 months

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PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT KARDASHIAN AU

Ok SO!

The Kardashian au is a tongue-in-cheek, totally unserious wish fulfillment au made by me with the help of some besties just for fun. It centres around the plot of Spider, in a modern human au, being captured from his foster family (the Sullies) by Quaritch.

The kid wakes up in a lavish villa that doubles as a ranch, with chickens and beautiful horses! After being scared at first, Miles explains that he simply wants his son to sit tight until he forges custody documents (since the legal route failed him), but in return, Spider gets to have basically whatever he wants in the next two months until they come back to society.

Expensive art supplies? Done. A next-gen gaming console? Absolutely! Witchy stuff like incense, crystals or candles to worship Eywa? No problem!!! On top of all that, Socorro gets to be a menace to the highly trained squad of secret agents that Miles rooms with, and they very quickly take to him and the energy he brings to their house.

The au is largely based on silly fake internet post content I made in group chats, like this one right here:

But it does formally have two written chapters, I just haven’t released them bc idk if people will take to such a ridiculous idea.

POINT IS — It’s called the Kardashian au because Spider gets to live like a sassy celebrity, and the addition of every agent (recom) keeping a video log, it becomes sort of like a Kardashian reality-show, with each other recoms and sometimes Spider sharing their experience of living together in a humourus form, often poking fun at each other.

Deep down the au also has a layer of psychological thriller…but we won’t get into that 🤭

Instead look at these snippets of their shared group chat ✨

The characters are totally OOC but again, this AU makes no sense and is just for fun! It’s not to be taken seriously in any measure.

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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year

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Look at Us Now — Ch. 2

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Thank you for all the love on the first chapter!! I hope you like this update <33

Warnings: language, parents fighting, Fenrys

Rowan heard the chorus of Fenrys’ students before he even got to the place.

“Thank you… Moonbeam!”

He stopped for a second and then hurried up, curious to know what was going on in that class.

When Rowan graduated as an engineer, it didn’t even cross his mind that he’d end up working as a drill instructor for the Air Force. And liking it.

It started organically. His subordinates were trained well enough, but something was off with their coordination while marching, or sometimes they thought it was okay to show up with a stubble. Rowan was doing this job even before being offered the position, or so Colonel Darrow pointed out a few years ago.

It wasn’t what he’d planned for himself, but it worked out perfectly. Rowan was reaching the age of settling down. His cousin Sellene was currently facing a difficult pregnancy, and the thought of being deployed and leaving someone at home like that didn’t sit well with him. Instructing new recruits gave him the stability he wanted without having to leave the Air Force. It wasn’t perfect, but it was exactly what Rowan needed.

His current issue wasn’t the newbies, though. It was the instructor.

“Thank you… Moonbeam!”

Fenrys was sat on a chair, grinning like Hellas himself while all of his students were shouting “Thank you… Moonbeam!” while doing push-ups.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rowan whisper-yelled so only Fenrys could hear.

His friend turned to him smiling, unfazed. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m training my little munchkins.”

Unbelievable.

Fenrys was fucking unbelievable.

“So you’re telling me that you borrowed my drive last minute for your class,” Rowan snarled, “Only to get here and teach my class instead?”

“But it’s the military! Exercising is everyone’s class.” He did a double-take on Rowan’s dissatisfied face and continued, “I went through hell as a newbie, it’s really fun to do the same to them. It’s a psychology thing, you should look it up online.”

“You’re supposed to be teaching them gun safety.” Rowan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “Starting tomorrow, if I hear a word that you taught them something that doesn’t involve guns, and safety—“

“Okay, okay.” Fenrys waved him off. “There’s no need to snitch me to Salvaterre. Let me fix this.”

Before Rowan could stop him and say he didn’t have time left to start his actual class, Fenrys turned to the 40 new recruits who were still chanting Thank you, Moonbeam and shouted, “Okay, instead of my name, you’ll say Whitethorn. Now!”

“Thank you… Whitethorn!”

Rowan stared at them speechless. Whenever he thought Fenrys couldn’t be more unserious, his friend outdid himself.

“Thank you… Whitethorn!”

”That’s not what I asked you to do at all, Lieutenant.” Rowan added, a hint of resignation in his voice. Sometimes giving up was the smart thing when it came to Fenrys.

“You deserve it. By the way, did I tell you…” he trailed. “Fuck, I lost count. How many push-ups do you think they’ve done already?”

“One more reason you should stick to your job. You suck at doing mine.”

Fenrys chuckled. “You little shit.” Then turned to the recruits again. “Galathynius!” Fenrys shouted. “I want push-ups, jumping jacks and crunches. I want twen-“ He sneaked a glance at Rowan. “Thirty of each! You’re counting for me this time.”

“Yes, sir!”

Rowan’s whole body froze.

He knew that voice. Rowan had long, wet daydreams and nighttime fantasies about that same voice saying Yes, sir to him again, but in a completely different tone and situation. He never thought he’d see her again.

His heartbeat was going a mile a minute when he slowly turned around, and there she was. Fierce blue eyes already trained on him. Rowan forced himself to look back at Fenrys.

“Did you say Galathynius?”

“Oh, that’s what I was going to tell you!” His friend’s eyes sparkled like they did every time he had good gossip. “She’s the class’ nepo baby. Brigadier Galathynius’ niece.”

Oh, that’s great.

Fucking a student was completely against his moral code as an instructor, but Rowan wouldn’t blame himself since it happened before he knew anything. That student’s uncle happened to be the man with highest rank working inside this Air Force base, but if nothing happened in the six weeks following Aviator’s Ball, it wouldn’t happen now.

These weren’t Rowan’s biggest issue.

His biggest issue was wanting to do it again. Which was completely off-limits.

“Rowie, you listening?”

He wasn’t, and Fenrys knew that.

“Sure. Go on.”

“So I’m trying not to be too hard on her because I really want her to put in a good word for me—“

Rowan’s eyes bulged. “I cannot believe you’re giving her special treatment because of her connections to the brigadier—“

“What?” Fenrys barked a laugh. “No! I’m not giving her special treatment because of her great-uncle.” He tilted his head. “He kinda gives a daddy vibe, though… but I’m doing it because her boyfriend’s playing hard to get.”

Rowan could swear his heart stopped for a beat. “Her what?”

Fenrys let out a heavy sigh. “Her boyfriend, Dorian. Hottest man on earth. We matched on Tinder a few months ago. I just explained you the whole thing.”

Months ago. Plural. Which means they were already dating when Rowan slept with her.

Did Aelin use him to cheat on her boyfriend that night? Rowan had vivid memories of her saying she wasn’t married.

He sensed the building ache of his fingernails digging into his palms, hands clutching into a fist.

She didn’t exactly lie, but he felt as if she did.

Rowan should forget about Aelin and her boyfriend. They weren’t his problem.

“So he’s cheating on her?” Rowan asked.

Fenrys shrugged. “He told me they’re in an open relationship, but I don’t really care. If I’m nice, she’ll like me. If she likes me, she won’t mind me fucking her boyfriend.”

“I don’t think that’s how relationships work, Fenrys.”

Relationship. The word felt heavier than Rowan predicted before he said it.

“You have very little faith in what a pretty face and dazzling personality like mine can do, Rowie.”

Forcing himself to not slump his posture in front of the new recruits, Rowan just closed his eyes and lowered his head, rubbing one temple. He felt tired. He didn’t want to argue with Fenrys now about something as meaningless as this.

“Just give me the flash drive, Fen.”

He turned to the newbies again. “Galathynius! I need the flash drive on the desk near the door.”

Great.

If Rowan didn’t play his cards right, he’d have ten weeks of hell ahead of him. A lifetime, depending on which part of the Air Force Aelin was going to after her basic training.

Analyzing her stance now, she seemed a lot sharper the day they met. Recruit training did that to people, though, and the first few weeks always felt particularly ruthless.

Rowan had an extended hand, ready to get this over with, when she shook it.

She shook his hand instead of giving him the flash drive.

Rowan dropped her hand as if it’d burned him.

“Ten on the floor.”

Aelin blinked. “What?”

“Ten push-ups on the floor, Galathynius! Now!” Rowan shouted.

He was right on track, considering this is the same treatment he usually gave to the other recruits. She was supposed to salute him, not make physical contact. These were the rules, and tough was part of the job. Rowan wasn’t teaching children, he didn’t need to be soft.

Aelin didn’t think so, from what he saw as she rose up from the floor. Her fierce eyes were burning into him, eyebrows scrunched.

Rowan would be lying if he said it didn’t send a thrill through his spine.

He didn’t acknowledge it, though. Just grabbed his flash drive and left.

He had been dreaming about another man’s girlfriend. For six weeks. It didn’t sit well with him. Staying the hell away from Aelin Galathynius. That’s what he needed to do.

Rowan flexed his hand, still feeling her touch against it.

Today’s reaction was just the shock of seeing her again, ignoring Aelin would be easy. If he kept it together, he could finish these ten weeks and walk out like this never happened.

“Look, Dada, I ate all the broccoli.”

Rowan kissed the crown of his daughter's head, trying to give her attention while low-key freaking out. "Well done, Mai."

He had completely forgotten to buy Maisie's strawberry yoghurt. Should he go to the store with her and destroy today’s sleeping routine? Ask to borrow some from Aelin's and destroy his pride? Or maybe not get the yoghurt at all and destroy his sanity tomorrow morning, when she inevitably throws a tantrum.

The latter wasn't an option, though. Mais already had a hard time before going to school, she deserved that strawberry yoghurt.

"Daddy, the ice cream?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

Maisie sighed, as if she was explaining something obvious. "I was a good girl and ate all the vegetables. Now you give me ice cream."

Aelin.

This new rule had Aelin Galathynius written all over it.

Rowan took a deep breath. “Mais…” he trailed, trying to think of a good way to explain this to her. “I can’t give you ice cream every time you eat your vegetables. It’s not good for your body.”

"Daddy."

"What?"

"That's not showing love."

Rowan pinched his lips together, somewhere between frustrated and amused. Getting cranky on a sugar withdrawal and arguing with him. Her mother’s daughter through and through.

"I don't even have ice cream here, Mais."

"We can walk to Mommy's. She always has ice cream.”

He knew it.

Maisie crossed her arms. "I'm going to count to three. One... two... Don't let me get to three, or...”

"Or...?" Rowan raised an eyebrow.

Maisie's little green eyes drifted around as she thought of an answer, then she shouted, "Or I'll call you!"

It was like time had stopped, his chest feeling tighter each millisecond.

I’ll call you.

He and Aelin argued about their calls every week, but he was so careful about not letting their daughter listen to their fights. How in hell did she pick up on that?

"Honey, I'm home!" A familiar voice sing-sang from the living room, making Maisie leave the kitchen running.

Rowan relaxed for a minute, sighing. This wouldn't solve any of his issues, but it was enough to distract his daughter from the ice cream issue.

He could hear Maisie squealing before he got to the living room. Fenrys was checking the mail Rowan left on a side table while Dorian gave Mais his trademark bear hug.

“You need to change your address at work,” Rowan quietly complained as they watched Dorian pretend to wrestle Maisie and roar like a bear while she shrieked with laughter.

It took Rowan a long time to adjust to Dorian being around, but as Aelin always says, every kid needs a cool, rich uncle with no kids. He was good with Maisie, so Rowan sucked it up until he got used to it.

“You know I won’t,” Fenrys finally answered.

Rowan looked at his friend dead in the eye. “You’ll come here to get your mail for the rest of your life?”

“You’re so dramatic, Rowie.”

“You moved out years ago.”

“And you love my visits,” Fenrys cheered. “So does your little munchkin.”

Well, Rowan had begrudgingly accepted that Fenrys wouldn’t change his address at work before he retired. But Maisie? She loved those two idiots. Probably because they had the same level of maturity as her.

An idea struck Rowan, so he quickly gripped Fenrys’ arm and leaned closer.

“Do you think you can watch Maisie for a minute?” Rowan quietly asked. “I just need to get her yoghurt—“

“Babe, we’re babysitting tonight!” He screamed to Dorian, then crouched on Maisie’s direction. “Munchkin, why don’t you show me your new toys?”

Rowan had no expectations of those two making Maisie follow through her nighttime routine, but this would do. He quickly thanked Fenrys and Dorian, then left to the store closest to the Air Force housing complex he lived in.

Since Maisie was relatively well-assisted, he decided to wander through the aisles and get a thing or another that was also running out.

Rowan could swear he saw a very familiar blur of golden hair, but it was gone before he knew it.

He was thinking about getting some new foods and seeing if Maisie accepted them. He’d recently found a pediatric dietitian online that gave great advice—

Right there, examining every bottle of wine available.

He frowned. Why was Aelin buying wine on a Thursday? Did she have plans for the weekend? That couldn’t be, this was her turn to spend the weekend with Maisie.

Rowan was ready to go talk to her and talk about today’s ice cream issue, but he saw her peeking at him from the corner of her eye and focusing back on the wine.

Oh. That’s how it’s going to be, then.

Well, Rowan didn’t care. She didn’t want to talk to him? Fine. He was busy anyway. They would talk tomorrow after pick up.

He went to the cereal aisle. He got Maisie’s favorite, but what if he tried giving her a more nutritious one?

He started reading the nutrition facts. Picks one up, too much sodium, puts it down. Picks another one, too little vitamins and minerals, puts it down as well.

“Tough choice, huh?”

“Sure.”

This one seemed nice. It also helped that there were some cartoon animals on the box, so—

Rowan felt a hand gently stroking his arm, which made him jerk it away and snap his gaze to the person next to him. A woman. Pale blond hair, pale blue eyes.

“Do you need help to choose?” She asked.

Rowan relaxed. She probably worked here, even though she wasn’t wearing the staff uniform. Maybe something happened with it? He tried to remember himself that some work environments were a lot more forgiving than the military.

“I’m trying to choose a cereal.”

“I always pick that one,” she said before pointing at a box near them.

Organic, vegan and gluten-free. There was no ice cream in the world that could make Maisie eat that.

Rowan grimaced. “I’m not sure my daughter would like this one. I’m actually between these.” He showed her the two boxes and its nutrition facts.

“You have a kid. Cute.” She sneaked her hand on his arm again. What was wrong with the staff today? “Let me show you something…”

Then the inappropriate employee showed him an app that scanned the bar code and rated the food from zero to one hundred.

Rowan’s eyes widened.

This was fucking genius.

He thanked the woman and started scanning everything.

She stayed close for a while, then went away once she was sure Rowan was well-assisted by the app.

Right now, Rowan was no better than Maisie when she got a new toy. How had he never read about this app?

He scanned some to decide, and others just to be judgmental and prove his point. He knew those colorful little things were worse than sugar cubes. He should tell Lorcan know about this app—

“Where’s Maisie?”

Aelin snapped him out of his thoughts, squinting at him with crossed arms.

Oh, she wanted to talk to him now?

“At home. With Dorian and Fenrys.”

She looked unimpressed. “Well, I didn’t know you liked to leave your child to flirt with other women.”

“Are you kidding me?” His mouth opened, then closed again. “I was talking to an employee.”

Aelin’s eyebrows rose up. “You want me to believe that? She clearly doesn’t work here!”

Rowan frowned. Was Aelin telling the truth? The arm thing was weird, maybe she was trying to flirt. Over cereal?

“You know what? I’ll tell you if you tell me what’s all this wine for.” He pointed to her small cart.

“I do not need to tell you what I’m doing during my days off!”

She only wanted him to question what she was doing on her days with Maisie? Sure, he’d do exactly that. “Fine. Then at least tell me why does Maisie think she will get ice cream every time she eats vegetables.”

“Because she’s a kid! She’ll try anything to make you do what she wants.”

Rowan crossed his arms. “You’re telling me you have nothing to do with that?”

Her mouth fell open. “That’s exactly why I don’t want to talk to you between pick-ups. I need a fucking break.”

Rowan let out an incredulous laugh. “A break from your daughter?”

“No, a break from you.”

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course. How could he ever forget that Aelin needed space because he was the cause of all her issues?

“Could you please…” he breathed deep. “Just please, give her less ice cream?”

She inched closer. “Could you please, just please, not question the way I take care of my child every fucking day?”

“I don’t—“

“Yes, you do! She’s four-year-old girl who threw a tantrum because she wants ice cream. It’s not rocket science.”

Rowan looked away for a second, trying to calm down and talking in a gentle tone this time. “Okay, but maybe she wouldn’t do such a big tantrum if she had healthier dessert.”

Aelin frowned. “Healthy dessert?”

“Yeah, like grapes, watermelon—“

“FRUIT? You’re giving Maisie fruit and telling her it’s dessert!?”

“Fruit is dessert.”

“When it’s on top of a pie, Rowan.” Aelin’s eyes bulged like he’d just told her the most absurd thing.

Rowan bit his lip, trying not to laugh at her observation. They had talked about this many times already, and he still didn’t know if he found her stubbornness on this subject more comical or frustrating. Probably the latter, at least depending on the day.

He glanced at his phone. Fuck, it was so late. Time really flies with that food-ranking app.

“I have to go now, but I’ll call you—“

Aelin shook her head. “Personal space. Boundaries. We just talked about that.”

Rowan pinched his lips together, then remembered Maisie’s words from earlier. I’ll call you.

“Tomorrow after pick up, then?”

“Sure.” Aelin nodded and went away.

He did a mental note to see if someone could watch Maisie tomorrow evening. They’d probably end up having a huge fight about needing to have fewer fights. It’d be a shitshow.

The real shitshow was getting Maisie to go to bed, though. At least that was how Rowan felt when he was finally ringing Aelin for her goodnight call with Mais. He didn’t know what felt heavier, his limbs or his eyelids.

After grocery shopping, Rowan arrived home to the loudest state his home has ever been. Maisie’s squeals sounded louder than the TV. There was half-eaten chocolate in the couch. Fenrys was holding Maisie by one arm and one leg, spinning her sideways by the sound of *You Spin Me Round* while Dorian filmed everything.

Right before bedtime.

Rowan immediately felt his stomach fold into a tight knot inside.

This was every parent’s nightmare.

The rest of the evening went on exactly the way Rowan predicted the moment he stepped his foot into the house.

Maisie didn’t want Fenrys and Dorian to go. She cried when Rowan told her it was time to wind down and stop playing. Her uncles told him they didn’t bring the chocolate, but Maisie refused to tell him where she got it from.

By the time Rowan almost literally wrangled his daughter into bed, he was afraid he’d sleep in her tiny bed during story time before she did. It happened before.

He was now outside Maisie’s bedroom, giving her privacy with her mom. Aelin would complain about his calls the whole week, but Rowan was a dead man if he didn’t call her to say good night to her daughter.

“Daddy?” Maisie had her hand outstretched when he peeked into the room. “Mommy wants to talk to you.”

Rowan forced himself not to sigh, squared his shoulders and grabbed that phone. An officer going into battle.

He felt too drained to have another fight.

“Just so you know, I don’t give her ice cream every day.” Aelin’s voice sounded a little too quiet, or maybe it sounded like this to him because she wasn’t screaming.

He relaxed. ”Okay. Good.”

“I don’t keep track of how many times I give her ice cream, but it’s probably a lot less than you think.”

“That’s good to know. Thanks.” Rowan meant it. Not knowing or not being able to control some things left him more uneasy than he’d like to admit. Aelin probably knew that.

The silence stretched a little, and he tried to figure out if there was something else he needed to warn Aelin about.

“Good. Rowan, I need to—“

“I found some illicit chocolate today,” Rowan interrupted. “I think Maisie found your new stash.”

Aelin sighed. “That kid is outsmarting me.”

“She is.” He snorted.

“Rowan.”

“What?”

“I need to go.”

“Sure. See you at the pickup.”

“‘Kay, bye.” She hung up when the silence stretched for too long.

Rowan put his phone down and managed to lay on Maisie’s tiny bed. She hugged him, but only settled after squirming a little.

“I miss Mommy.”

“You’ll see her tomorrow.” It was a common thing, Maisie missing one parent while staying with the other. The trick was to acknowledge his daughter’s feelings, but not prompting her further enough to start a meltdown.

“She gives better cuddles.”

Curious, he chuckled and asked, “Is that so?” He’d never not be amused at his daughter’s bluntness.

Maisie nodded. “Mommy’s all squishy and comfortable.” Then she poked his abs so hard he grimaced.

He wasn’t focusing on Maisie’s sudden show of strength, though. He was currently fighting the wave of nostalgia flooding him after his daughter’s comment. Rowan used to know Aelin’s body like a kid knows their favorite toy, and he wouldn’t call it squishy. It must’ve changed after the pregnancy. He wouldn’t know.

He forced himself to focus back on Maisie, who was still frowning with her head laying on his chest.

“You can’t comment on your mom’s body like this, Mais.”

Her frown deepened. “But she comments on mine!”

Rowan held on a sigh. She was a very argumentative little girl, this one. Much like her mother. The ‘but she’s your parent’ explanation was never well-received, so he had to try another tactic.

“But she’s a doctor. She can comment on people’s bodies, it’s her job.”

“I don’t like it when she says I have baby cheeks. I’m not a baby.”

Rowan snorted. “So you’re reading on your own like a big girl tonight?”

Her eyes went wide. “Daddy, you’re mean! I can’t read.”

He chuckled and kissed that light blonde hair. “What am I reading to you, then?”

“No reading!” She exclaimed, “I want a story from your head.”

Rowan hummed and scratched the back of his neck, stalling. God, he was terrible at this.

“There was a family of birds—“

“Doggies.”

“Okay, doggies. There was a family of doggies. There was the Mama Doggie, the Dadda Doggie and Doggie.”

“Doggie needs a name, Daddy.”

“Okay, the dog’s name is—“

“Fleetfoot. Now tell me the rest of the story.”

And Rowan would do, if Maisie hadn’t slept halfway through it.

Which left him time to think about his day. And Aelin. And how they needed to talk about what Maisie said today during dinner. Rowan already knew what he had to do, though. He needed to distance himself from Aelin. Boundaries, like she always says. Forget about the fact that this had already been his goal for a good part of the last five years.

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daemon / rhaenyra fic recs

watched the dragon show, became obsessed, and so here are some daemyra fic recs. original warnings apply. commentary is my opinion; go read and support authors 💗

modern au

potential by stannide

a masterpiece! required reading. this fic is probably a gateway drug, and it will ruin you for all modern aus after. the writing is luminous and intoxicating.

the beauty queen in tears by writingwhatidream

the crown meets a/b/o; there's something so addicting about this world where targaryens are modern royalty with a young princess rhaenyra at uni. the dual-pov is crafted so masterfully. [in-progress]

say my name, say it again by ineedyoursway

the prose is luscious and the story leans into the mafia-esque, age-gap vibes. it's sinister and alluring in the best ways. every single chapter takes my breath away and leaves me stunned. [in-progress]

somewhere in the haze by darkgods

corporate!targaryen is a deliciously fun modern setting, and this one peels back layer after layer. [in-progress]

scattered moonbeams by untouchable

they meet on a dating app after years of estrangement, but of course, it's so much more than that. miscommunication-fueled yearning is a gift.

ruled by siebilant

they also meet on a dating app, but the prose in this one swelters. it's a push-pull, then take whatever you can get your hands on when it comes to these two.

anything charmtion publishes is poetry, including:

rosemary by charmtion

underbelly by charmtion

into dark, into water by charmtion

dirt nap by charmtion

(this is a non-scientific recommended reading order; the first pair has partners-in-crime family vibes, the second pair has running away-finding each other circularity)

other au

everything darkgods will ever write (consider this list a darkgods shrine), including:

a wing shaped from fire by darkgods

rhaneyra is betrothed to daemon from a young age, and a viserys consumed by dreams steps aside and crowns daemon king instead. one of my favorite characterizations of a young!rhaenyra, in all the fire and spirit she possesses as a dragon. [in-progress]

put down that gravestone by darkgods

this is probably the most beloved fic around the block. surprise, rhaenyra gives birth to daemon's twins after that fateful night in 1x04; daemon returns a decade later and our favorite scheming power couple reunites. [in-progress]

something wretched about this by darkgods

dead dove where king!daemon takes underage!rhaenyra as his ward and takes his tutelage very seriously, but he is very unserious about the extent of his feelings. [in-progress]

kiss my face and tell me i'm the chosen one by darkgods

domestic!daemyra with a brood of over a dozen little targs. after aegon ascends to the throne, rhaenyra retreats as the princess of dragonstone and slowly builds her empire. [in-progress]

a king for a queen | bone of my bone by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)

a/b/o where daemon steals rhaenyra away and one of the story tags is "high valyrian as a love language" so they get it.

i only want your soul by sweetlovedoll

soulmatism, and the doom that befalls everyone in a three mile radius if you try to separate these two.

the tyrant king and his little queen by framboise

daemon targaryen and the boy!obsessed trope, describes how the king is endlessly doting upon his young niece-wife-queen.

the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me by pentaghastly

more mythological dragon lore. the only way to describe this is incandescent poetry that drips down the sleeve after the first bite of an overripe fruit.

unwanted consequences by cartographies

we should all be team!rhaenyra begins to pick at the unresolved traumas around marriage and motherhood.

bad religion by stannide

a gorgeous daemon character study that unfolds through the first half of the season.

fix-it universe

crucible by stannide

sometimes we're all mad about the season 01 finale, and other times we read this as a salve for our wounds.

salt by charmtion

in the post-finale, simply unfold and dwell in the tender horror of this poetry.

bloodless by charmtion

daemon and rhaenyra survive the dance, but wounds linger and cannot be washed away.

burning times by lovily

the beautiful ebb and flow of these two losing and finding themselves in each other, hurt/comfort.

list last updated dec 2022

#daemyra #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemyra fic recs #daemon x rhaenyra #house of the dragon #daemyra fic rec #hotd #it is the new year and we are still very obsessed with these two twin flames #started this rec list two months ago and had to dig through my ao3 history #truly blessed with so many beautiful works for this otp

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juyeonszn · 8 months

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thank u for tagging me pookie bear @zzoguri <3 (and also @winterchimez after i saved the draft)

rules : post snippets from 3 published works and 3 wips

RESENTMENT — eric sohn

- ok first snippet is a strong one. i remember when i was writing this (one of the last scenes i wrote ((maybe the last tbh)) bc i did it all out of order) i had to make it feel real. i wanted it to hurt, bc reader was hurting and i wanted to convey that. it’s very common to associate people with specific memories, so reader not wanting to associate eric with a bad memory and placing all the blame on herself in the end was kinda ironic.

NECTAR — kim sunwoo

- one of the biggest themes i tried to incorporate into nectar was the age gap between reader and sunwoo. because despite sunwoo having a crush on reader for so long, she had never really looked at him in that way. the entire fic really is just her coming to the realization that he’s a grown ass adult.

SACRIFICE (EAT ME UP) — lee hyunjae

- IGNORE THE HIGHLIGHTS KADNJSSN THOSE WERE RINA’S COMMENTS 😭😭 anyways, gosh this fic is my baby. s(emu) was not only my first tbz fic, but also the fic that catapulted me into deobiblr and brought me my dearest friends/moots <<3 i picked this snippet bc it’s a turning point in the overall arc/plot of the fic. most of the descriptions used for hyunjae in this scene are supposed to foreshadow the ending.

WIP 1 : WHEN IN ROME — lee sangyeon

- this one is supposed to be more unserious than anything, hence the reason i chose this specific snippet LOLLL i’m very excited to continue writing and hopefully finish it in the near future

WIP 2 : BAD IDEA RIGHT? — lee juyeon

- FUN FACT this is actually a snippet from my juyeon req for my 100 followers event 🤭 i’ve been getting a little carried away with the plot and that’s all i’ll say for now…

WIP 3 : REWIND YOU — lee hyunjae

- AAAAAND last snippet is from another hyunjae fic, miles opposite of s(emu) 😭 im also excited to continue writing this piece bc of all the idea i have for the plot. i sometimes wonder how my brain has the capacity for all these wips…

tagging : @hyunestrella @itsbeeble and whoever else would like to participate <3

#🏷️ — tags #🖤 — moots #ally!!❄️#moni!!🦝

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Wally anon: No, it MUST be said that Hooper needed to stay dead. I know he was an important character & all, but the e n t i r e Russian plotline dragged S4 down when we damn well know Joyce could've been doing more important shit elsewhere. So, I'm right there with you on only wanting her to make it from the adults. Winona is the primary reason I started watching the show & they need to stop. sidelining her with the Russians & Hopper & w/e other nonsense they can think up when she was in the thick of shit in 1/2. As for S3, I controversially think the whole goopy, blobby ~consumes everything it touches~ concept is the show's best/scariest monster design & they REALLY dropped the ball not having it cause infinite more damage instead of just using it as an excuse to fully make Billy a villain & kill him off (& still be inconsistent about it cause we get his backstory and. him sacrificing himself, so it's like what do y'all want us to take from him djdgdb). The picking & choosing with characters is just too much to deal with sometimes. 💀

Ya'know, I had not even thought to consider what his full name is so that's a good thing to wonder lollll.

Yupyupyup. It's nice to have that security, but he knows it's very conditional on how well he performs & that's not what he actually wants to do, so it leads to this lonely limbo of kinda sorta contentment. I hope he's able to get a happier outcome as the series goes on (after he finds out more of who he is first) & if not, well, that's what fix-it fics are for. ❤️

In more ways than one, huh? @ inches. 🤫 It's not quite as pronounced for me (I'm 5'10), but 6'+ guys are still huge that it's impossible to not be into the difference on principle.

You're absolutely right about the detention. I feel his thoughts would be even more out of control than the norm cause there'd be nothing else to distract him. So he really lucked out being so charming fr. 👍

Oh, I can completely. visualize the finishing/moving to shake with the same hand djfbdb (spot on Wally headcanon). And you know he'd get even more excited by realizing you aren't a ghost & what that even means & trying to understand how it even happened. And, if you can actually touch him, how that would change things completely for his regular routine. Meanwhile, the entire time, you're still trying to wrap your head around the entire thing (double entendre for the situation itself & ~another thing~ cause the size).

I think what they give her to do in 3 and 4 lines up with her character but it really struggles to be tonally consistent. Season 3 in general is much more comedic and bright (which is why I think the Billy and big gloppy glop falls flat cause it’s in a season with more lighthearted themes). It’s just crazy that she was ready to throw hands with the demogorgon and go into the upside down to retrieve her son (which season 1 has the worst upside down, worst in the best sense because i mean it in violent, unknown, and scary.) But in Season 3 and 4 it’s russians, and terminator homages, and just stuff that’s so unserious. I hate it sm. At least the teens got a better story in s4 than the adults (minus Eddie.)

I wonder if it’s sewn into his underwear ugh that’s such a good way to find out what Wally is short for. (lmao it’s just kinda hot to see the name embroidered in there, because you know they’re his)

I hope he gets to be with Maddy but I can see that season 2 is leading into his downfall because if she gets her body back… she’s gonna get with Simon (no hate to him but Wally clears the floor.)

Dayum five ten is still taller than me by a mile😭 my best friend is 5’9” and he towers over me. But yeah, anyone taller than six feet deserved to be classified as a stratospherical disturbance

The ticking clock and the fact that he’s mere feet away from a teacher who would only have to give his attention to him. Wally would be having a field day in his head about it.

Oh totally, you’re trying to understand that ghosts are real and that you can talk to one of them and this ghost is packing some heat. There would definitely be long silences as you tried to pay attention in class, but he’s filling the empty seat next to you (but it still looks empty to everyone else.) If you can touch him, you can guarantee that he’s got you taking a “bathroom break” every class to sneak off and… well, I’ll let you decide the rest on that. Lunch periods are dine and dash type of events where you eat and hurry off with him elsewhere.

If you guys haven’t gotten to a physical relationship yet, it’s probably best to keep an eye out for him after phys. ed in the changing rooms, because he just might be there… (not in a creepy way, just hormonal teen way yk)

#wally clark x male reader #wally clark x you #wally clark

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milkmaidovich · 10 months

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hello hello!! 12, 21 + 33 for the ask game 🫶🌼

Hiiiii! Thanks for the ask!!

12. what kind of day is it??

It's actually a pretty good day! I did forget my meds this morning (the woe of having the can't remember shit or form habits disorder and needing to remember a thing everyday/form a daily habit) so I was less enthused than normal because it was slow and I needed more stuff to do and focus on, but I got to talk to a really cool family and hopefully convince a very precocious 13 year old that just because they've been deemed "classics" doesn't mean they're worth reading and there are lots of other books worth her time. I also got a fun gift in the mail from my bestest friend (an The Original Berf shirt because I am an unserious person who thought Richie's misprinted shirt in 2.1 of The Bear was hilarious) so overall it was a good day!

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

My first favorite book series that wasn't a hand-me-down set from my mom. Tamora Pierce's Lioness Quartet is my ride or die and so goddamn formative I can't even believe it sometimes

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

I drove 1,000 miles in one day to go see my bff in March, which isn't totally an adventure? The last proper adventure was probably the trip she and I took to NYC last fall for a week. We saw Harry Styles at MSG immediately following the Chris Pine Spitgate situation, and spent the rest of the week traipsing around the city and going to museums. It was my first time and I loved it so much!

These were great questions!! Excellent choices 😁😁

#milkmaidovich answers #transmickey

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sure-as-eggs · 6 years

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rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

tagged by the wonderful @enigmatickal and by the equally wonderful @nygmobbleblog , thank you both I love you??

Nicknames: Kay (also a couple people on here have sporadically referred to me as 'Eggs' and I find that delightful)

Gender: female

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5′7 (ish)

Time: 9:30 PM (ish)

Birthday: September 21

Favorite bands: I tend to have favorite songs more than favorite bands... (I still have a soft spot a mile wide for MCR though, Teen Me DEFINITELY had a favorite band)

Favorite solo artists: Again, I don't know?? The only artist I feel like I've ever been a real fan of was Josh Groban. (Teen Me had an interesting grab bag of favorites...) Oh, Vienna Teng! I'm a Vienna Teng fan.

Song stuck in my head: Adventures In Solitude - The New Pornographers

Last movie i watched: The Brothers Bloom (it's strange you should probably watch it)

Last show i watched: I've been marathoning the first season of The Good Place (Chidi <3)

When did i create my blog: Around... two months ago, I think?? A little after Gotham S4 started airing.

What do i post: Mostly I just reblog Gotham gifsets and have minor breakdowns in the tags. I think I pretty consistently mix some video game stuff in there, and some things from stim blogs, and a handful of amusing/interesting random posts... Very occasionally, I write things.

Last thing i Googled: ....The weather. Because I am a deeply uninteresting person, truly.

Do i have any other blogs: This is my third attempt at Tumblr, so I have an abandoned blog or two just... sitting around out there... But no side-blogs at the moment!

Do i get asks: I do sometimes!! (I currently have a couple I feel like I’ve ignored too long and I subsequently feel too awkward to answer them, because I’m Very Bad At This, but I so appreciate everyone who sends them!!)

Why i chose my url: Oh my god, um. Well, I mentioned this was my third try at Tumblr? I'm attempting not to freak out and run away this time, and that involves taking my online presence as casually and unseriously as possible. Gotham's used "sure as eggs" instead of the actual saying "as sure as eggs is eggs" a couple times, and it's such a fantastically weird and fake-old-fashioned sounding phrase and I just enjoy it a lot. No particular meaning.

Following: 235

Followers: 85 (<3!!)

Average hours of sleep: It completely depends?? If I don't set an alarm I will sleep for exactly twelve hours, regardless of how tired I am. But usually I guess I get about... seven.

Lucky number: 343

Instruments: I'm decent on guitar, and slightly less decent on piano. I can also still play Yankee Doodle on the recorder, which I’m sure will come in handy someday

What am i wearing: A grey hoodie and jeans. (This is probably what a composite image of me over the last few years would be wearing - it's pretty representative)

Dream job: Cleric. (But this nursing thing is feeling okay too, so far)

Dream trip: ...I have wanted to go to the deep scary part of the ocean in a submarine since I was in fifth grade, but I don't know if that's really a "trip"... More realistically, I'm determined to somehow experience the Trans-Siberian Railway before I die.

Favorite food: Pasta, ginger, coffee, garlic-stuffed olives

Nationality: 'Murican. (From goddamn Texas, specifically)

Favorite song right now: Ugh, I don't know?? Earth - Sleeping at Last, maybe? My fallback answer for this question has always been “You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I’ll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds” by Mayday Parade, so I guess I'll throw that in, too

(...I don’t want to embarrass you, meme, but that’s only 28 questions. Are you sure you don’t want to rethink your title a little?)

I am absolutely not going to tag 20 people, and I’m going to not tag people I know have already BEEN tagged, so uh... @dunkindeezdonuts, @witchunters, @brief-creation, @kuramirocket, @madamenyx, @maysgreatnewusername, @harpaax, @yourenotgoingtosaygoodbye, and god is anything more stressful than this, let’s just make a deal: if you want to do this then I want you to, just tag yourself in a reply or something, I want to see your answers!!

#I love these things and being tagged in them is so cool!!#(especially by such cool people)#but I HATE tagging other people #bonus rambling

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ibprosoft-blog · 6 years

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Relationships: Things to consider before tagging him/her “the one”

Physical attributes are overrated. What makes a person, is way more than just his/her physical appearances.

Distance may sometimes be metaphoric in a relationship! While some agree with it, others try to cope with it irrespective of their disposition about being miles apart.

Near but far away.

A partner in love would keep the tides of their love going through time which in most cases, helps to fortify the relationship. However, a couple could be in the same place, and yet miles apart emotionally. The latter feeling can be exhausting as all of the connecting dots that seem to have been active, subtly disconnects.

Have you ever experienced such disconnection with someone you’ve given your time to? Or are you in a relationship where you feel like things have drastically subsided, romantically? Are you blaming yourself unknowingly?

Well! This paradigm is relatively unexplainable, it lurks around in your mind and leave you in a state of perplexity. Even so, that you start to think something is wrong with you. You start to ask yourself several questions like; am I not submissive enough?

Am I visiting my friends too much or could it be because of my kind of job? All of these and many other questions you’ll ask yourself, but I tell you; there are no answers to them. If a person truly wants to stay connected to you, they will! There’s no magic wand needed to correct the errors, it’s just natural.

So! Before delving into that marriage, think on these things and make sure he/she ticks all the available boxes for you.

The following are a few tips to consider before tagging him/her “the one”.

Aside from your physical attributes, is he really attracted to your persona?

It is believed that a person’s physique is considered firstly before being approached by an admirer. Surprise? I hate to break it to you, it is the honest truth. In this fast growing society, we’re drawn to some of the things we’ve seen others with, and without a reasonable thought we let it attach itself to our minds and automatically, we yearn for same.

Apparently, we’ve seen too many movies where the handsome guy/girl is the lead character and protagonist. And in the storyline, he/she gets to fall in love and live happily ever after……….how ironic right? But we seem to base our love on a mere image of perfection, and unknowingly, we’ve subjected ourselves into living a lie. Most people are no longer comfortable in their own skin and some have even gone to greater length of uttering their body sizes and shape just to fit in.

If you must date him/her find out whether this notion of “super model” attribute is the sole reason he/she is with you. If that is the case, your relationship will not last because, the tendency of him/her finding someone more appealing to the mirror is equals to a 100%.

Physical attributes are overrated. What makes a person, is way more than just his/her physical appearances. Things between you two may die down overtime because as we age, our body features changes also.

Do you at least have a common interest?

What better way to stay connected to a spouse or partner without having common basic interest? In the first few weeks, the eagerness to stay on the phone chatting for several hours burns like coal. And as you progress, reality starts to reveal things in clearer perspective and you both starts to understand each other better. If after a while, there is nothing you two can selflessly indulge in aside the romantic talks, then things will fall apart eventually.

You both must do fun things together, play silly games like video games, card games, movies or even watching football. Lovers who do things together, stay together as friends and grow into best friends and lovers. All of these little hobbies and engagements creates a stronger bond between you two, and as time progresses, you’ll become inseparable.

Are you on the same page?

Technically, we jump into conclusions just before taking the ride. It could be as a result of the images we’ve painted in our minds, and as alluring as those sweet feelings gets, it can blow up in our faces. There are a lot of playboys and playgirls around looking to catch enough fun, some of them are coded and they won’t really come off as unserious at first. That is why it is ideal to not get overly excited, stay woke, be in the know and keep your eyes open to noticing every of their moves.

You can easily spot them with the vibes they give off when they get careless. Some of them may become very keen about sex with you because the fun part of you is what they’re basically interested in. For instance, if your guy or girl always wants to have sex whenever you are around even though you’re not in the mood, it might be a warning sign that he’s selfishly interested in only sex with you.

A long term partner would be about your welfare, they’ll pamper you and make sure that you’re okay always. Even though we are all a little selfish as humans, the love a partner has for his/her important half makes it easier for them to care. There’s no hurry with the one you want to spend a quality time with, they’ll always understand if you’re sometimes off track. But if you both want different things, the understanding will waver and misunderstanding will set in, thereby leading to unnecessary fights and arguments.

In your quest to finding your better half, remember the above tips and keep them in mind for they are very important. I wish that you find that which your heart has been longing for, and I look forward to sharing more tips with you soonest.

Stay connected as many more exciting tips and related articles surfaces on this page soon.

Thank you for reading….

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