Feb 13, 2023
who should alicia marry
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a less worthy suitor
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who should alicia marry
me
a less worthy suitor
do i have to come back to this hellsite every x years just to revive your blog and inbox
LMAOO OMG ILY <3
good morning. definitely not thinking about like if you’re having a bad day or are going through a tough time every day ashton waking up and saying “how’s your heart today?” and if u say heavy he will do everything in his power to make ur heart a little lighter.
pleaaassseeeee 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i can just totally imagine him also calling your work saying you’re sick and needing a day off, making you some breakfast and telling you “don’t worry about anything today, i got it, i got you” and he plants a kiss in your hair, closes the curtains to make the bedroom a bit darker so you can try to get some more sleep?
and when i hears you waking up again he enters the bedroom with a cup of tea, and pats your head, plays with your hair while you’re drinking your tea, he brewed some mint tea using his home grown mint from his little garden, both saying nothing and just enjoying the comfortable silence?
and when you get up and walk around the house you notice a little hide-away ashton created on the patio, overlooking the city “or, if you want to read a book in peace? i know how you like that spot so i made you a cozy reading nook”? or when you want to clean up some stuff, ashton just gets it off your hands “i told you, love, don’t worry about anything today, i got it” and gives you a small kiss and starts the chore, probably a chore he usually hates the most, and you just stand there in awe.
so when it’s time for dinner and ashton is busy making your favorite, you sneak up behind him, put your arms around his waist and lay your head between his shoulderblades or against his shoulder, watching him cut up some tomatoes, your nose in the crook of his neck, smelling his cologne which makes you close your eyes and always kind of calms you down bc that’s the scent of home. “thank you for today” you whisper against his shoulder and you see his cheeks move, indicating he’s smiling. “how’s your heart now, sweetheart” “a little bit lighter” and with his free hand he grabs one of yours and kisses the back of your hand before continuing making dinner.
yall the things sarah just texted me i want to s c r e a m i cant even type anymore wtf!!!!!
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not me writing you a whole ass chef!cal wip bc i didn’t have any cal in my wips 🤡 everything and anything for you baby!! ✨
Your legs lazily dangled against the industrial steel cabinets, your keels tapped the steel in the same rhythm as his knife did the wooden board.
The restaurant was silent in the night, all its guests long gone, the jazzy music died down and only the kitchen was lit up indicating that she still had two more guests to entertain. The soft sizzling of the garlic in the pan, the nutty fragrance of the garlic meeting the olive oil filled the room as you gazed upon the man standing next to you, stirring the finely chopped garlic around.
He was still in his white uniform, he always was when you left work and came around the back entrance of the kitchen as the guys were about to close up. The fabric almost clung around his biceps, moving in the same, almost melodic way, as the man chopped his vegetables or stirred his pots. Watching him work, seeing him do what he loved best, made the world almost move at a slower pace. It was almost like the whole world around you also held its breath, only releasing the air when he got out of his cooking trance when he needed to wait for the water to boil, the cheese to broil.
“How was your day today, sweets?” His voice woke you up out of your own little trance and for a few seconds you didn’t know how to reply. A smile crept up on Calum’s face as his lips pressed a little kiss on your nose when he reached for the parmesan cheese, sitting next to you. “Sorry,” you mumbled shyly, “you know how much I love watching you cook.”
BROYDEN IM SCREAMINF FLO I’m calling him that from now on
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me this whole fucking evening/night wtf man