okay but fiddleford was raised christian, is from a small town in the bible belt, AND lived in the 80s do you understand how much internalized homophobia this man must've had. like yeah he was super obvious about his feelings for ford, but god knows he was never gonna SAY anything -- how could he??
he's a married man. he's a father. willing to go out-of-state for work, sure, but he'd never hurt them like that. he never could. and even aside from everything previously mentioned, ford was his first and likely one of his only friends, he wouldn't wanna ruin that for some dumb fantasy. no, fiddleford just has to focus on being a better partner. that's all this is, and that's all it ever will be. he just needs to get that through his skull, and stop thinking about ford so damn much.
thankfully, he's gotten over most that stuff by now. ain't nothing gonna make mcgucket be ashamed of being himself anymore, but you sure as hell can try.
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ok ok, another one here:
reader being afraid of some insect and sukuna just teasing them cause of it but still taking the insect out of the house.
sukuna calmly walks into your room after hearing the highest scream he's ever heard someone make. he leans on your doorframe, one of his eyebrows raised and his hands in the pocket of his sweats.
"are you trying to permanently damage your vocal chords?" he asks your trembling form. you scream again, caught by surprise since you didn't hear his footsteps, then turn around. he's stunned when, in a matter of 0.2 seconds, he finds you curled around his leg.
"you look like a fucking toddler. you sounded like one, actually. are you a toddler?" he says while shaking his leg, trying to get you to stop gripping him.
"why didn't you come sooner if you were home?" you whine, still gripping his leg with all you've got. you've got that toddler strength in you, apparently.
"because i didn't want to have to remove blood from my clothes in case you were getting killed," he deadpans. you still, then get off of him and stand up.
"why don't you love me anymore?" you pout.
"just tell me where the fucking spider is, woman," he tells you, sighing, while rubbing his face. you gasp, pointing at his chest.
"so you knew!"
"girl, you've done this shit at least once a month since we started dating," he states. silence. you frown.
"we've been together since high school," he continues. silence, again. your frown deepens.
"we're 25," he finishes. you raise your hands in the air.
"okayyyy maybe i'm a bit dramatic. sue me for wanting to be saved by my egotistical, mean, big boyfriend who simply doesn't like me enough to come rescue me every time i need a knight in shining armor," you say, closing your eyes and placing the back of your hand on your forehead. you hear him huff and you open one eye. then he nudges you away, getting a napkin from your nightstand and catching the microscopic eight legged arachnid from the wall.
"there. happy?" he says, looking at you, bored.
"thank you babyyyy," you gush over to him, finally at peace, kissing his cheek sweetly.
suddenly, he gets far from you. you don't even have time to react: he straight up launches the napkin at your face, then hurries out of the room, laughing.
"SUKUNA RYOMEN, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
that night, he sleeps on the couch. karma is a bitch, indeed.
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The love growing between Buck and Tommy is slow and gentle. It’s not a raging inferno, engulfing both of them until only embers and ashes are left. It won’t flash over and burn out once there’s nothing left to consume.
Instead, it’s being nurtured slowly.
Kindling is added with each smile and shy glace. Small sparks crackling with every daring touch shared between them.
This is the slowest Buck has ever gone in a relationship and it feels so right. It’s a kind of love that’s warm and inviting. It has the potential to weather storms and keep them safe even in the darkest hours. It’s a love they have to keep together, to keep it from becoming smothered and extinguished.
It’s an act of patience and tenderness to keep their love growing. Slowly, but surely.
Yes, it can still burn and scorch, but it can also offer solace and comfort. It’s a love that belongs to them. To keep and safeguard. It’s a love that both of them have been searching for their entire lives.
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One of the main reasons why I love Mairimashita! Iruma-kun is that Nishi really gets mental health right
Chapter 319 is a marvellous example of that - and of masterful storytelling through drawings
You can see the exact moment when Kalego's depressive episode evil cycle ends, when he slicks his hair back.
I mean, the bangs suited Kalego, but that feeling of "oh, okay, I'm myself again now" is one of the best things ever - so good for him ♡
Also, the posture! From here:
To here:
His back is again arched and straight, with that spiteful but oh-so-lovely look
And of course, Balam understands this perfectly - their relationship is another gem from this manga and I would see them so well together!!!
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