as the rock bears the weather

not a lot, just forever

[luveline]

𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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[luveline]

i don’t think you’re being overly sensitive at all i would be upset too!!! you can come and live with me instead <3

-💓

thank you baby

[luveline]

genuinely your writing changed my perception of love and also my inner monologue. idk if that makes sense but your dialogue is so gentle and kind and it made me realize that sometimes i can be quite mean when i speak to myself.

thank you, that is so lovely! I think I’ve changed a lot as I get older too because of my writing but it’s really nice to hear it’s had a positive effect on you

[luveline]

hi jade! i hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself, sorry about your family hun :( no one deserves that! sending lots of love

thank you lovely! It’s okay I did have an hour in bed trying to like sad nap but I don’t nap well so I gave up! I got him sweets too hoping he’d forgiven me but now he’s not speaking to me with sweets 😭

[luveline]

Your family is so rude to you

fr!!!

[luveline]

hey angel how are you? i hope you’re having a good day jadey!!!

hi I’m okay, I’ve been better! My chest hurts and I’m tired and I feel stupid but also I’m fine I’m just dramatic hahaha. How are you? Thank you for asking me

[luveline]

please come to australia , jade , i pinky promise i can treat you better <3

omg yes I would love to

[luveline]

hiiiii my angel girls

[luveline]

hi jade!! <3 snapping your fingers like loudly and alot helps repel bees and wasps! idk the science behind it but it has worked for me every time

omg I wish I knew thank you so much for telling me!! I honestly just felt like I was going crazy, it circled me over and over and over and no matter what I did it kept coming back 😭 never wearing perfume again I didn’t realise mine was that strong so as to do that

[luveline]

what do you suggest for people wanting to get into writing fanfic?

I think it’s kinda like drawing where you just have to start doing it and having fun with it

[luveline]

hi jade im rewatching glee and vocal adrenaline randomly started doing dance the night away and i got major steve withdrawal omg u really put me on with this song

oh my GOD!!! I’ve seen glee so many times but my memory is so bad I don’t remember that at all!! I need to watch it now

[luveline]

Girl I hope you can get the hell away from there. There's not a single sane person in your family

i really need to get a better job 😭 I wish I chose a useful degree

[luveline]

hi love, are your requests open? <3

yes!! <3

[luveline]

hi lovely i was wondering to know if you accept requests for leon kennedy? <333

yes!!

[luveline]

god threw me a bone and put my lost earphones in the pit of my work bag but they’re dead so he didn’t quite wanna save me today

[luveline]

jack keeps staring at you. this is not unusual. jack stares at everybody all the time, loves forcing the people around him into some non-judgemental eye contact to keep the day interesting as it is long. the only issue seems to be your imperviousness. it’s like you just don’t notice him, and it’s driving him crazy—if jack doesn’t get a good look at you soon he’s gonna make it everybody’s problem.

over patient heads and across bay’s, in company and all alone in a quiet break room, jack tries to prompt your gaze with dedication. eventually you’ll have to look at him, but you just don’t. it’s statistically impossible to not meet his eyes at this point, and it’s breaking his heart wondering what the hell it is that’s upset you. that’s gotta be what this is, right?

but the day chugs on and you sound like you’re in good spirits. jack listens to you talk to doctors, nurses, patients and porters with your usual dulcet tones, but forces himself to play things cool.

so, he says eventually, decidedly uncool about your downturned gaze, any plans tonight? finally, finally! you raise your head and meet his eyes. it would’ve been rude not to, and you’re his polite girl. nothing exciting, just… stuff, you say.

he ducks his head when your eyes drift, forcing the contact. what stuff? tell me about it.

your eyes squeeze shut. you won’t like what i’m gonna say.

oh, so you won’t look at me because you’re feeling guilty? here i was thinking you’re a big girl. what am i not gonna like?

have to go home, sorry. my plants need watering.

you’re not looking at me because you can’t come to my place? jack laughs. laughs hard, wrapping his arm over the front of you so you can wear his bicep like a belt, his chuckle warming your temple as he attacks you with scratchy kisses. i thought something was wrong. all day i’ve been– he snorts. hey, listen, i’ll forgive you if you let me look at you, yeah? let me look at those eyes and we’ll pretend my heart’s not breaking.

you smile shyly, all gentle and apologetic under his arm, and jack finds it way less funny, then. begins pleading his way into your bed. if the plants need watering, let him water them.

[luveline]

jack thinks of it in two halves: you were not made for this line of work, you were made for everything. he’s constantly impressed, not by prowess or smarts, though every doctor has worked for both, but by the unending breadth of your heart. you remove a dead spider from a little boys ear and lament the tiny spider’s demise. you bandage a woman’s broken hand and tell her you’re sorry for her ruined gel nails. they’re things that seem unimportant—who cares what goes missing in the midst of them saving lives? you care. pressed against jack’s side in the park, shaking, trying to hide it from your shiftmates. you murmur out an explanation, a poor single mom’s gonna lose her job because her boss is an asshole and her son’s too sick to leave his bedside. wish i could work her stupid shift, you say, apparently not noticing the arm he’s curling behind you, subtle so as not to be caught and flash a spotlight on your trembly mouth.

you can’t be everything, he says, pressing his half-full beer into your hand. why don’t you take a drink and relax for a second?

honey, he doesn’t add. not until you’ve lined your mouth over the shared bottle and melted into him, tired eyes fluttering in a losing battle against the Longest Ever shift. a quiet aw honey lost in your hair. jack remembers the way your eyes filled with tears when you realised he was a widow. he’s wondering if you still feel sorry for him when you pass back the beer and shift. rub my back more? you murmur.

jack grins. does as he’s ordered like a good soldier and ignores the knowing glances he garners from robby on the opposite bench. javadi recounts the day’s drama in a panic, loud enough to cover the sound of him as he turns into your ear, and says, she can get another job, but she can’t make more time.

you’re making me more sad. you glare at him sideways. and you’re not rubbing my back enough.

his hand coasts your back again, fingertips along a dip and a ridge going warm from the contact, wondering if there’s enough room in your big silly heart for an idiot who adores you. he can smell your hair, even over all the antiseptic. can hear your breathing as you settle with his touch. you’d taste like IC light. sorry, he says under his breath, i’ll make it up.