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May I have a mini scene with Donna please? She's underrated and I adore her ❤️️❤️️
"Donna?"
You walked over just in time to see her shoulders shake in a silent sob. Her hands gently holding the sheer fabric of her veil in place.
"Are you... What's the matter?"
"I.. it's just.. "
She paused again, allowing another body shuddering sob to leave her. You didn't even have to look at her to know her face was most likely tear-stained, and very deeply flushed.
"Donna.. please.. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."
She took a deep steadying breath, sniffling before she spoke.
"We had some new maids arrive today.. I wasn't aware and I... came downstairs without my veil on... "
You swiftly wrapped your arms around her, not even needing to hear the words spill from her lips to know that the reaction to her had been unkind - in one way or another.
You tugged softly at her veil. "May I? Please?"
She nodded softly, allowing you to slowly pull up her veil. Her beautiful face - red, deeply saddened - you swallowed back tears of your own, the back of your hand gently tracing down the right side of her face.
"You are beautiful, Donna Beneviento. All of you. Every last inch."
You leaned in kissing both of her cheeks, the smile on her face immediately filling your heart with warmth. You placed a soft kiss to her lips, breathing her in - lingering there in solace of the moment, for as long as time would allow it.
Hiii! I was wondering if I could request a Damiano David headcannon where you are the guitarist along with Thomas and your dating Damiano? Thank you so much and I hope you have a great day\night
Of course❤️
Being a guitarist along side Thomas was definitely not an easy job
With all his crazy movements and jumps on stage, you’d have to know each piece better than the back of your hand to be able to play it
But you did what you loved, and that was making and playing music
You also loved the people you were doing it with; Victoria, Ethan, Thomas and Damiano
Especially him
You’d be lying If you said he hadn’t caught your attention ever since you joined the band
All the sensuality and charisma he had when playing, his magnetic presence and most of all the unbelievably sweet person he truly was
There had been times you hadn’t gotten along, mainly because of the differences between the two of you
The first tour you did with them started off smoothly. The fans loved each and every one of you, the performances were nearly perfect and you had fun
But at night, when Vic, Thomas and Ethan would invite you and Dami to go out partying, he would usually deny the offer, making Ethan back down too
Three of you going out was not the same thing as all of you
And one night, you finally got sick of it
“Why don’t you ever come with us, asshole? All you do is stay in your room and weep all day! Did the lack of tea finally get to you?” You screamed at him through the closed door of the bathroom.
“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that? I’ll tell you what has gotten to me. All the fucking hate I get, because of this rockstar persona they all created of me. And I’m fucking sick of it. Not going out is the only thing reassuring me that all the shit they’re saying isn’t actually true!” He yelled back, having opened the door and staring at you with pained eyes, all reddish and puffy from his tears
You hated seeing him like that, and you hated yourself even more for not being more understanding
After all, you had just joined the band, you didn’t know what they were going through
“Shit…I’m sorry- I’m gonna go.” You said, turning around, but were surprised by Damiano’s warm hand holding you back.
“Wait, please… can you stay?”
After that night you grew closer. Much, much closer
Your feed was filled with ship edits between the two of you and millions of posts about your growing relationship
As much as you liked Damiano, however, you feared that dating him would mess up the band dynamic
Considering that he made no moves towards you either, you suspected he felt the same
The other three, however, were sick of the constant sexual tension, so they decided to intervene
At one of your concerts, they made a list of all the songs you would play, and they were either the sad ones, or the hot ones
They inched towards the back and let you two be the focus of attention, hoping they would get you two realize that it was meant to be
You couldn’t lie, having Damiano on his knees singing Amandoti and crawling towards you during I Wanna Be Your Dog did things to you
Mainly to your underwear
And you tried to match his energy to avoid any embarrassment
Little did you know, the fans were living for it
Soon after the concert, the whole internet was filled with memes and clips of those moments, and you didn’t even want to know what was on Tumblr
“Oh you guys fucking rocked it!” Vic exclaimed once you all were backstage
“I think it was fine.” You responded, feeling a tinge of guilt in your gut for having taken the spotlight
“Are you kidding? You were basically having sex on stage!” Thomas laughed, causing you to choke on your own spit
“We were quite fantastic, weren’t we, cucciola?” Damiano’s raspy voice spoke behind you, sliding a hand over your stomach and pulling you to him.
“You know, I think I’ll want to be in another room for this.” Ethan said, smirking like a bastard, before leaving the room along with Victoria and Thomas
“You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?” Damiano asked, knowing you well enough.
You just nodded slowly, pulling yourself away from him and searching for your clothes in the mess of the changing room
“You have no reason to be. They set us up. I can offer, however, that I treat you like that just between four eyes.” He mused, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face
His touch sent shivers all throughout your body and you couldn’t help but want more
“We can’t do this, Dami. We can’t fuck up the band.” You said with a broken voice, pulling away
“I love you too much to ever hate you.”
You looked up at the man, who had pure love in his eyes, having handed his heart to you on a platter. You immediately pulled him back to you and pressed your lips firmly against his, holding onto him so tightly not even fate could pull you apart.
Months passed, and your relationship was blossoming. The dynamic of the band stayed the same; if anything, everyone became even closer. The fans loved every single one of your songs and you had made it big
Your heart was filled with contentment and gratitude, thinking of the past years, how much you all grew together…
And how you have found your family, alongside the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for
Happy Eevee! Jump for joy
I should never ask my friend Noctis what to draw he'll always say Eevee, foxes, or ferrets. I should've known by now XD
I've been having fun with my new texture brushes, especially that pencil brush I used for the lines
✨✨✨This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you can, if you want, paste it in the ask box of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, you are still loved dearly n severely, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out✨✨✨
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BTS Imagine: Dealing with a Toddler Tantrum - Jin
“There she is!” You smile automatically at the sound of your husband’s voice and sit up: he’s walking across the lawn towards you slowly, holding carefully to your son’s tiny, chubby-toddler hands. “There’s the most beautiful woman in the world,” Jin says again, meeting your eyes and grinning. “There she is, go on, let’s go see mommy!” You reach out and grab your son, swinging him through the air as you do. “Hi sweetie!” you coo, smiling as his delighted giggles fill the air. You set him down then look up at your husband. “Hi handsome.” He leans down to kiss you quickly, then collapses on the blanket next to you. “How was the pond? Were there a lot of fish?” You turn towards the toddler. “Did you see the fishies, sweetie??” Jin smiles as he watches the two of you. “There were lots of fishies, weren’t there?” he adds for his son’s benefit, then shifts to put his head in your lap. “It’s a beautiful day,” he adds more seriously to you. “I’m glad we came.” Your son happily occupied with a juice box, your hands are free to comb through your husband’s hair absently. “Me, too,” you agree. “It might be the last really nice day we get for a while.” He hums in agreement, his eyes shutting at your soft touch. “The park’s not even that crowded today. You made a great choice, princess, like always.” “Good answer,” you tease, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Just then, you’re interrupted by a very serious toddler face. “Mommy,” your little guy says. “Juice.” He’s holding up the completely-emptied juice box. “More!” Smiling automatically, you reach out to take the empty container. “Did you finish all your juice, sweetie? Was it good?” He nods. “More!” “Oh, no more, baby.” You brush some messy hair out of his face. “You can have another juice with dinner tonight, okay?” He stares at you. “No. More juice.” You shake your head. “No more juice. Not right now.” Seeing the confusion cross his face, you try to head-off the inevitable tantrum. “Do you want to go play? Mommy will take you to the swings, do you want to swing?” “NO!” he says loudly, his little face twisting in anger. “More. Juice!” Jin sits up. “No more juice. Why don’t we go—” Before can finish, your son has tipped himself over backwards, sprawling out on the blanket with big crocodile tears. “NO! Juuuuiiiiiceeeee!!!!!!” You sigh. “It’s clearly too close to nap-time for this.” Glancing around, you feel only a little relief that there isn’t another family close nearby. You call your son’s name firmly, but he can’t hear you. Slightly irritated, you look over at your husband. “So much for a perfect day.” You’re more flustered than you care to admit, worried about what other people would think of your parenting skills as your toddler had a complete meltdown in public. “Shh,” you try, “When we get home—” “Hey.” Jin interrupts you; he’s completely unruffled by the tantrum—unruffled and unmoved. “Come on now, that’s enough.” Realizing that he has his dad’s attention, your son adds a few more dramatic kicks to his performance, hoping for a reaction. He’s disappointed. Putting one calming hand on your knee, your husband simply watches the toddler squirming around on the blanket, one eyebrow slightly raised. When your son takes a breath, he says calmly, “You’re scaring the fishies.” There’s a slight pause in the crying as he peeks up at his dad to gauge the truth in his words. When he’s met with nothing but unflustered ease, he’s caught off guard. But soon, his face squishes again and he wails: “JUIIICCCEEE!” “Nope.” He notices your uneasy expression and squeezes your knee. “Mom already said no. Dad already said no. No more juice. But,” he adds evenly, “Remember that big gray fishy we saw earlier?” Again, this catches the toddler’s attention and the crying quiets. “I bet he’s up from his nap now.” Slowly, your son pushes himself up, regarding his dad with red-rimmed eyes. “Should we go see him very quickly before we go home?” Jin continues. “You can tell him night-night before you go down for your nap!” In his calm tone, it sounds like an attractive option, even to the over-tired toddler. Growing very serious, your little boy nods, getting carefully to his feet and going to his dad. “Fishies now?” he asks eagerly. “Now, daddy?” He nods. “Just as soon as you give your mommy a kiss.” The toddler immediately turns towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing several sloppy kisses all over your face. You catch him in a tight hug, relieved that the little conflict is over. “Love you,” you say, kissing him a few times before releasing him. Proud of himself, your son turns back to Jin. “Now, daddy?” he asks again. “Fishies now?” “Yes, son,” Jin says with a smile, starting to get to his feet. “Fishies now.”
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The Mud On Your Boots
CHAPTER THREE
Author’s note: There’s a bit of schmoop in this chapter and I’m not even sorry
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