#anyways. I’m going to bed now. GOODNIGHT

[cameronsbabydoll]

could u do military!rafes texts with reader while hes on deployment??💕

military!rafe texts with his wifey while he’s on deployment

a/n: i wrote out the texts cause making them is too much for me sorry babes <3 also dividers by @closedoffbride

YOU:

sent a pic

ur shirt smells like you 🥺

RAFE:

yeah?

better not be stretchin it out.

that’s my favorite one.

YOU:

shut up u love me wearing ur stuff 😭

u look at that pic yet?

RAFE:

i’m lookin now.

jesus.

sweetheart i ain’t slept in 38 hours and you wanna send me shit like this?

YOU:

🥺 i miss you

are you okay today?

RAFE:

fine.

one of the new guys forgot to duck & caught a drone in the teeth.

anyway

what’d you eat for lunch

YOU:

RAFE 😭😭 is he ok???

and i had grilled cheese

RAFE:

he’ll live

looked like a fuckin cartoon

grilled cheese ain’t a meal

put protein on that plate or i’ll make you regret it

YOU:

god u are soooo dramatic

i’m doing fine. ugh.

do you even miss me or r u too busy being G.I. joe out there

RAFE:

don’t start.

i wake up missin you.

go to bed worse.

yell at a man for breathin wrong and still think about your dumb little laugh.

happy now?

YOU:

🥹

yes.

i love u

RAFE:

i know.

i love you more.

and don’t post pics like that anywhere else.

i ain’t above showin up early & remindin people you’re mine.

YOU:

say it 😏

RAFE:

say what.

YOU:

that i’m yours 🩷

RAFE:

you’re mine.

you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine.

i’ll tattoo it on you if i have to.

now go to bed, it’s past midnight.

YOU:

ok fine.

sweet dreams soldier 💋

RAFE:

keep talkin like that and i’m dreamin bout bendin you over the damn kitchen sink

goodnight darlin

[mrspiastri]

stop pretending!

wc: 1.9k words

an: i was so overcome with excitement i had to write this blurb sorry :D based on this req!

“Don’t even think about it.” Y/N almost growled at her boyfriend as he moved to sit next to her on the couch.

“What? Why?” Oscar questioned, still frozen in a sitting position in midair.

He got no response, just Y/N huffing and looking back at the TV screen.

“Darling, are you still mad at me?”

Still no response, just another exaggerated huff as she turned away from him.

Oscar almost wanted to laugh, but he knew she would positively kick him if he did. It was just really difficult for him to take his girlfriend seriously when she looked like a disgruntled puppy.

Y/N had been in a pretty bad mood ever since she woke up; her clients at work were being nuisances, her friend had cancelled on their lunch plans, and the couple’s cat Sylvia decided to throw up on the very expensive rug they had in the living room.

Not to mention, Oscar had been out the whole day, promising to come home for lunch. She decided to make up for the day’s negativity by enjoying some time with him, which she hardly ever got, only to get a text at 3:30 pm, saying he would only be home in time for dinner.

That one text was Y/N’s final straw. She decided she would do nothing about it and simply decided to ignore him.

Oscar sat down anyway, carefully, like the couch might explode under the pressure of her silence. He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward just enough to peer at her face.

“Alright. That’s fair. But just for the record, I was going to come home for lunch. I had every intention of doing that. I even imagined the whole thing. You, me, some pizza. Maybe a nap after. Sylvia purring between us. The dream.”

She blinked slowly. Unmoved.

Oscar frowned and scooted an inch closer. “But then someone needed to run the meeting late. Someone else wanted us to check our seat fittings again. And then my phone died, which is completely your fault, because someone keeps stealing my charger.”

Still no response.

Oscar tried to look into her eyes, but she angled her face away just enough to keep him out. He could see her mouth set in a tight line. The same mouth he usually kissed good morning, goodnight, and roughly seventy-nine times in between.

She stood up. No warning, no words, just got up and walked toward the kitchen.

Oscar sprang to his feet and followed her like a puppy. “Oh. Oh we’re going to the kitchen, good thing I’m hungry.”

Y/N reached the fridge, opened it, then stared inside with what Oscar could only describe as aggressive purpose. He leaned against the counter beside her and waited.

She closed the fridge and walked to the dining table. Sat. Crossed her arms again.

Oscar followed, pulled out the chair beside her and sat sideways in it so he could face her. “You know, I read this article once that said couples who laugh together live longer. So technically, by ignoring me, you’re putting us in danger. Are you okay with that?”

Nothing. Not even a blink.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

She stood up again. Oscar groaned dramatically and stood too. “You know, most boyfriends would’ve stopped following you by now. But not me. I am persistent.”

She made her way to the bedroom. Oscar kept talking behind her like some sort of lovesick narrator. “Do you remember when you said I was the most patient person you’d ever met? I feel like this is a test. Is this a test? Am I being punk’d?”

Y/N walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, pulling the blanket over her lap like it was a barrier between them.

Oscar leaned against the doorway, then slowly walked over and knelt in front of her. He just quietly knelt, eyes searching hers even though she was refusing to look at him.

“I know you’re upset. And you have every right to be. You had a crap day. Work was horrible. Your friend cancelled. Sylvia turned our rug into modern art. And then I went and messed it up more. I said I’d be here, and I wasn’t. And I’m sorry.”

She shifted but didn’t look at him.

He rested his chin on her lap, arms folded on top of her thighs like a sleepy golden retriever. “I missed you all day. I kept thinking about how nice it’d be to just come home and lie next to you for a bit. I didn’t want to ruin the day for you. I wanted to fix it.”

No reply.

He pouted slightly. “You’re being very stubborn, you know. Cute. But stubborn.”

Still silent.

Y/N’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She picked it up, glanced at the screen, and answered it without a word to Oscar, who was still half-sprawled across her lap.

“Hey,” she said, voice softening just slightly for her friend on the other end.

Oscar perked up, trying to catch snippets of the conversation, tilting his head like a curious dog.

“What are you up to?” her friend asked, cheerful and unaware of the storm cloud hovering over Y/N’s head.

Y/N glanced at Oscar, who wiggled his eyebrows at her hopefully, trying to earn a smirk or a flicker of mercy. Nothing. She looked away and sighed dramatically into the phone.

“I was supposed to have lunch,” she said. “But I got bailed on.”

Oscar sat up straighter.

“Oh no,” her friend gasped. “Is Oscar not at home?”

Y/N looked him right in the eye. Cold. Unwavering. She spoke into the phone with deliberate calm. “No.”

Oscar’s mouth dropped open. “Alright, that’s it,” he said, voice all mock scandal and playful outrage.

Before she could react, he snatched the phone out of her hand. “Hi, yes, lovely to meet you. She’ll call you back later. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure of it.” He hung up with a cheeky grin and tossed the phone onto the bed.

“Hey!” Y/N reached for it, but he was already moving.

Oscar wrapped an arm around her waist and stood up, lifting her off the bed like she weighed nothing. She squeaked in protest, legs kicking gently in the air, but he just laughed and hauled her out of the room.

“Put me down!” She tried to sound angry, but her voice betrayed her with the tiniest laugh.

“No can do. You revoked my 'boyfriend's rights'. Now I’m reclaiming them by force.”

He marched them to the living room and dropped onto the couch with her in his arms, carefully manoeuvring her so she ended up sitting on his lap. She immediately tried to wriggle away, but he locked his arms around her thighs, holding her in place like a seatbelt made of affection.

“You’re trapped. Accept your fate.”

She gave him the flattest look she could manage, arms crossed again, face tilted away. But she didn’t move to actually get up. And her cheeks were just a little pink.

Oscar leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, squeezing her legs gently. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Really. I know you were looking forward to lunch. I was too. I should’ve let you know sooner that I wouldn’t make it. I didn’t mean to ruin your day.”

She didn’t reply, but she wasn’t fuming anymore. Just quiet.

“And I know you don’t want to talk right now. But I’ll sit here as long as it takes. As I hold you hostage on my lap.“

She sighed, but it was just a whisper of breath.

He reached out slowly and poked her side. Just a little.

Nothing.

He poked again. “Come on. You know you want to smile. I’ll even let you yell at me after. You can scold me for being late. For working too much. For not bringing you the chocolate you like. For looking like a kicked puppy every time you glare at me.”

Y/N finally looked down at him. Not a smile. Not forgiveness. But the tiniest glint of soft amusement in her eyes.

“You’re stuck with me, you know. This is your life now. Me, following you around like a lovesick fool until you forgive me. Or until Sylvia kicks me out of the apartment. Whichever comes first.”

Y/N let out a long sigh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Only because I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “And because you’re cute when you’re mad. Even cuter when you pretend not to forgive me but secretly want to kiss me anyway.”

“I do not,” she muttered.

Oscar gasped softly. “Lies. I can feel the affection radiating off of you. It’s like a hug with no arms.”

“You’re so dumb.”

“I thought that’s what you love most about me.”

She finally cracked a smile. Small. Barely there. But it was enough for him to light up like a kid at a candy store.

He pulled her closer, arms tightening just a little around her. “There she is. My favourite person.”

Y/N shook her head but leaned back into him just slightly, letting her head rest against his chest. “This isn’t over; I’m going to hold out on you longer next time.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll ever let there be a next time.” He glanced down at her hand, which was resting rigidly on her thigh like it had no interest in being touched or noticed. Slowly, as if she might swat him, he reached out and gently tried to lace his fingers through hers.

Her hand shifted ever so slightly away.

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be.”

She didn’t say a word, but a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

He scooted forward on the couch, wrapping one arm tighter around her waist and reaching again with exaggerated patience. This time, he grabbed her hand outright. She didn’t fight it, but she didn’t help either. Her fingers stayed stiff, pointing upwards like awkward little sticks while he tried to slot his fingers in.

Oscar frowned.

Y/N raised her eyebrows innocently, lips pursed, like she had no idea what he meant.

“Oh, we’re playing hardball,” he muttered and carefully started to push her fingers down.

One by one.

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. He could feel her shoulders shaking slightly as she fought it off.

Oscar used both hands now, fully committed. “You’re really going to make me fold your hand into mine like I’m trying to wrestle a kitten into a sweater?”

Y/N lost it a little, a quiet giggle slipping out as she turned her face away from him, but he caught the crinkle in her eyes.

“There it is. I knew you were pretending.” He finished curling her fingers around his hand and held it triumphantly, giving it a dramatic shake. “Look at that. We’re holding hands. Like a couple in love. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Y/N tried to pull away, but he held on tighter, both of them laughing now in quiet bursts, trying not to lose the silly, playful silence they had built.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head but not letting go.

“You say that like it’s new information,” he whispered back, squeezing her hand once more, gently this time. “Now shut up and let me cuddle you. It's my turn to be clingy.”

[plutonious]

guy who would stop being an ecoterrorist for a good massage I think

[lightningflvsh]

did you know i’m a killer? / there’s no stopping me tonight

[z0mbiew00d]

I miss them

[luna-the-cretar]

Yknow, I was thinking about the cotillion episode at work again, and now I think I know why Briggsy gave me Vibes that entire episode.

Like, I fully believe, in my heart of hearts, that Briggsy is a MtF trans egg. The entire episode my brain kept giving me Vibes, and I initially couldn’t put a name to it until now. Like there is no cis explanation for how he behaved during that episode.

[e77y]

Was about to (FINALLY) go to bed and checked my Notes app for… something; I forget what now. And I discovered that an unknown number of my notes since the last one (written almost a full month ago) disappeared for seemingly no reason? I just opened my Notes app and everything was gone 😭 I saved what I could from iCloud, but I am NOT good at freeing up storage soooo idk apparently it hadn’t been syncing for around a month. Seems like it’s everything from before August 18th… I have definitely written things since then, although I’m not sure what lol, sooooo hopefully it wasn’t too important. All I remembered to check for were some fic notes and poem ideas that are definitely gone forever :( At least I think my passwords and other important info is intact 🥹 My sign to stop being the 2000+ notes guy I guess

[charmedcleric]

I miss Nathaniel Howe

[marsystarsy]

so uh hi i’m a little nervous to post this bc i don’t think i’ve ever yapped this much on this website before in one post but i couldn’t sleep until i put this somewhere

this song right here?? absolutely fucks. you know who basically owns this song???

THEE jumin han

so ok to sum up the song in case you don’t feel like listening to it the song tells a story from the perspective of a lighthouse. the lighthouse is incredibly close with its keeper, and the keeper is engaged to a girl. one day the girl dies in a shipwreck, and the lighthouse has to watch as it loses its keeper as well. the song ends with the lighthouse continuing on as it always had.

so. obviously. jumin and the aftermath of rika’s “death”. jumin, who loves his best friend more than anything in the world, having to watch as he slowly loses that friend after the death of his fiancée. jumin, who has to carry on as if nothing happened because in his mind he has to be the pillar for everyone to stand by.

the comparison of jumin to a lighthouse makes me absolutely ILL. SICK EVEN. because he really is! or at least, he feels he has to be. i don’t remember the exact quote, or where it happens in the game, but he says something about being unchanging, that he’ll stand firm so that the rest can lean on him. he’s a monolith yk?? shining his light to guide others no matter the conditions but with nobody to shine a light for him. god i have got to die

i’ll finish my little rant with the last lines of the song because they made me tear my hair out

[chipjrwibignaturals]

I know he literally likes men but i also think tubbo would be gay for pay. $20 is $20 type king

[hetchdrive]

I just did this creative writing tarot spread to see if it unstuck me from where I am stuck in writing the long Farscape fic. It didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know about this story but at the same time I’m like… okay!!! Drag me, I guess. I believe in astrology now (joke).

[arklay]

oh i didn’t say it here…so um ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

grimoaldo at the beginning of the final scene of handel’s rodelinda:

@rayatii

[quietlyblooms-gone]

🧍🏼‍♀️when did i fall asleep🧍🏼‍♀️