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[narracotics]

"Ah, ma petit chou-fleur."

Based on that one Arrow Dress Shirts poster by Leyendecker.

I have a soft spot for these two...

[lovetique]

gaze curiously flickered to the book as she sat up on him and decided she didn't like hearing that, that it was depressing, so once gaze redirected back to him her frown lifted into a sweet smile, "then i'll be sure to fill your head with optimistic happy things." she promised, taking his hands and holding onto them, fingers gently curling around his palms. "that's hard to do when i'm wearing a marcus dress and marcus underwear and marcus shampoo and soap." she quipped, smiling in amusement before it grew when he recited underwear hat and laughs bubble from her chest while she's grabbing for the remote next to his book on the nightstand. she's half way turned, paying attention to the tv now, finding the youtube app and sorting out the search bar until she clicks on the first taylor song she likes. so it goes starting to play, placing the remote back down on his chest and picking up one of his hands to examine it like a nail tech. "hmm... maybe we could file these nails a little and give them some flair. paint them blue and pink, maybe." elena playfully smiles, hiding what she had in mind what she wanted to talk about. or previously pick up where they left off, but her doe eyes flickered up on his face and didn't want to ruin the happy smile on his face. she couldn't do that, definitely not in this moment. so she pushed her worries aside for a few more minutes. "me too. i hated every moment of having to treat you like that while screaming inside, wanting to tell you why i was treating you like that. and then tonight, that was just scary. crazy. at one moment i thought he was going to really go insane on me when i told him i wasn't going to stay with him anymore. no, i think he was. that's– that's when i just ran, hoped for the best while i felt like i was being chased down by michael myers until i made it to my car." she angrily shook her head at the insanity, the fear she had to endure in that moment as her gaze stayed fixated on his hand she was fidgeting with– additionally angering her he was still blowing her phone up just a room away. then leaned into marcus' hand that was next to her cheek where he was fixing a stray strand of wet hair, affectionately nuzzling into it like a cat for comfort, "so i'm very glad we're here and i didn't get stuck back there. i feel like i can breathe now."

               it  dawns  on  him  now  how  foolish  he  had  been  up  until  now.  this  whole  time,  running  with  the  assumption  that  once  the  chase  was  over,  so  was  the  work.  a  ridiculous  notion  to  believe  his  mind  would  quiet  the  moment  a  concrete  reciprocation  fell  from  her  lips.  while  it  was  true  that  a  fiery  inferno  had  been  stamped  out  tonight,  an  entirely  new  one  had  been  ignited.  he  knew  now  that  this  was  when  the  real  work  started,  and  for  someone  who  had  glided  through  an  (adult)  romantic  life  shrugging  off  commitment  and  skirting  past  the  responsibility  of  facing  his  emotions,  he  was  terrified.  it  was  easy,  however,  to  ground  himself  when  she  stood  in  front  of  him.  all  he  had  wanted  from  the  first  night  of  meeting  her  was  this.  the  next  seven  months  stood  in  front  of  him  like  a  goliath,  but  marcus  pushed  the  inevitable  future  away  once  her  question  floats  into  his  ears.  his  shortcomings  could  wait.  “  cat’s  cradle,  ”  marcus  answers  with  a  scrunch  of  his  nose,  throwing  a  haphazard  glance  at  the  bright  blue  cover  on  his  nightstand.  “  but  vonnegut  is  a  depressing  nihilist,  and  i  have much  more  interesting  things  to  pay  attention  to,  ”  words  were  pointed  despite  the  laughter  leaking  through  as  he  witnesses  her  frantic  movement  behind  his  curtain,  finding  her  modesty  simultaneously  amusing  and  endearing.  “  bummer,  ”  lips  are  pressed  in  a  tight  line  as  he  feigns  disappointment,  “  i  only  wanted  elena.  ”  his  shirt  wore  more  like  a  dress  on  her  small  frame,  and  he  could  feel  his  heart  swell  with  a  familiarity  marcus  had  been  longing  for.  “  forgive  me  for  not  thinking  of  an  underwear  hat  all  by  myself,  ”  he  begins,  stifling  laughter  as  she  climbs  up,  “  but  we’ve  got   all   night   to  talk  about  whatever  you  want.  ”  relishes  in  their  closeness  when  she’s  in  his  lap,  a  spark  of  electricity  in  the  kiss  she  leaves  on  his  skin,  her  hand  across  his  face.  that  current  of  electricity  spreads  wherever  she  moves,  no  matter  how  minuscule  the  shift.  “  again,  you’re  gonna  have  to  forgive  me  for  my  lack  of  flair.  i  might  have  to  depend  on  you  for  that.  i'm  lacking,  if  you  haven't  noticed.  ”  his  cheeks  began  to  ache  from  the  smile  he  so  proudly  wore.  he’s  grateful  beyond  measure  for  the  ease  in  this  interaction,  as  if  a  heavy  weight  had  been  shifted  from  when  she  had  first  walked  in  his  door.  for  now,  the  outside  world  didn’t  matter.  god,  even  her  pinging  phone  in  his  living  room  didn’t  matter.  “  i  was  saying  this  shirt  looks  much  better  on  you  than  it  does  me.  ”  he  takes  it  all  in,  tries  to  commit  it  to  memory  —  the  thick  balloon  of  emotion  in  his  chest,  the  feeling  of  her  skin  against  his  own,  the  sound  of  her  breathing.  this  is  what  he’ll  have  to  hold  onto  when  they're  thousands  of  miles  apart  with  only  a  screen  to  keep  them  connected.  “  don’t  ever  apologize  for  talking,  but  i  don’t  feel  like  this is  out  of  the  norm  for  you.  ”  a  chuckle  follows,  and  his  arm  slips  around  her  waist.  opens  his  mouth  to  speak,  to  release  a  thought  he'd  harbored  since  the  two  of  them  had  stopped  seeing  red,  but  out  of  habit,  he  slams  his  mouth  shut.  it's  a  silent  exultation  when  he  remembers  that  he  no  longer  has  to.  "  i  hate  what  it  took  to  get  here,  what  we  went  through  .  .  .  what  you  went  through, "  applies  a  glaring  emphasis  on  'you'  as  he  moves  a  damp  tendril  away  from  her  face,  " .  .  .  but  i'm  glad  we're  here.  "

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[theoneandonlysun]

[ I JUST WANT SUN TO BE HAPPY SHE HAS SUFFERED ENOUGH ] [ GIVE HER A BREAK I'M TIRED OF THE ANGST MOM I'M SO TIRED (SOBBING.PNG) ] [ I say, well aware that I'm gonna make angst the moment this finishes ]

(SEER I AM WATCHING YOU. NO. NOOOOO.)

(SHE GETS A BREAK I PROMISE.)

[seeranon]

[ i stop paying attention for two fucking days and sun dies and sigil goes insane. ] [ CAN YOU ALL RELAX FOR 5 MINUTES (SOBBING.PNG) ]

[flummoxed-joke]

it’s 20gayteen let me get that fhuckin cactai shirt

[toydrill]

pride with the venture family!

[ghostly-ghouls]

Imsosorryididntmeantopleaseforgiveme

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[shou-gana1]

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[joan-deactivated20230204]

>book flight >flight gets cancelled >sobbing.png >rebooking notification >get put on an earlier flight with a shorter layover

why cant i stop winning

[sanji-screenshots]

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[otterdoesart]

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[lisianthoma]

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[bungoustraypups]

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thank u

Imagine if your follower count was your vampire age

[maydayspectre]

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[mazovian]

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