#but on the other hand im like how do you fuck up interiority on this woman specifically SO hard if youre not going to interogate the actions

[fellhellion]

it feels like im reading against the intended tone of the relationship and character but god. if you take dana’s actions purely at face value the kind of person it paints is like. One I have a lot of complicated feelings about. 

[thaatdigitaldiary]

passenger princess

paige bueckers x fem reader

disclaimer!! i don’t usually write fics, i’m better at writing educationally (lame) but me & my friends wanted me to try something out of my comfort zone so enjoy. criticism is welcome, but be kind!

this is based off of the picture i posted of paige earlier so that’s the context (also on the banner)

tags: @rosemariiaa & @patscorner for encouraging me to do this elohel kisses to yall

enjoy 🤫

it was 10:47 am. the ac blasting throughtout your studio apartment. you tossed and turned in your bed, groaning from the lack of sleep the night before, caused by a stressful day of work yesterday, completely draining you. you were in a slump to say the least, and the only person who could help cheer you up, was your girlfriend. as you picked up your phone, it vibrated suddenly with a notification popping up, “p 💓” it read, and you opened the message.

it was a picture of her and a brand new car, a red cadillac with a black interior. after the picture comes through, another message follows.

“surprise?” it reads, and you’re shocked, not only about the fact that your girlfriend impulsively bought a new car, but how undeniably beautiful she looked.

her beautiful blonde hair, roots slowly coming through, but she made them look so good. she was clad in a gray sweatshirt despite this summer heat, and those stupid, yet adorable 2024 sunglasses you gave her for new years last year perched on her head.

as you go to text her back, you hear a knock at your front door. you fix your hair and throw your robe on, and go to answer it, while a text that just came through your phone appears.

“i’m outside”

“hi baby.” she says standing in front of you, grinning like a kid who just entered a candy store, jingling her new keys.

“paige.” you say sternly, slighting smirking at the fact that she was so excited to show you her new car. despite the fact that you and her have been dating since your sophomore year of college, she still made you nervous.

from her tall, lean figure, to her beautiful eyes that wander everytime you two see each other. she starts talking, but you can’t stop looking at her.

“baby.” she says, laughing a little. you were staring, and hadn’t heard a word she said to you.

“im sorry, did you say something?” you say, chuckling nervously, feeling embarrassed, but paige never found it embarrassing, she found it cute, matter of fact she loved it.

“i said did you wanna come ride wimmie? you gotta be the first in this car and you know that.” she tells you, leaning on your doorframe, taking you in. she looked you up and down and bit her lip, admiring you and your figure.

“of course p, lemme get dressed and fix my hair, i shouldn’t be too long.” you say sweetly, smiling at her and kissing her on the cheek.

she goes to sit on your couch, manspreading per usual, watching you walk away and into your room to find something to wear.

you rummage through your closet to find something comfortable but cute to wear, just in case you two make any stops, which you knew you would.

you do some finishing touches on your hair, leaving it down, just how paige liked it.

you walk out of your room, having a slight sway to your hips as you walk, which drove paige insane. you wore jean shorts and a black tube top, with your “p” necklace sparkling around your neck.

“jesus ma.” she says, whistling while her eyes travel all over your figure.

“what? should i change?” you asked with concern, worried you were overdressed.

“fuck no, you look beautiful, especially repping me like that,” she says, referring to the necklace with her initial on it, as she rubs her hands together and bites her lip, making you laugh.

“we can go wherever you want to mama, i filled the tank right after i left the dealership.” she grabs her lanyard with her keys attached to it out of her sweatpants pocket, and goes to open the front door for you.

“hm, there’s a new spot not too far from here, they got real good breakfast food, me and jana went the other day.”

“anything for you ma.” she tells you, sneaking a kiss in as you approach her car.

“okay this is beautiful p, and shiny as hell jesus,” you say, describing the darkish red colored car your girlfriend just impulsively bought.

“it needs a beautiful girl to sit in it y’know,” and you roll your eyes at her corniness, but you secretly love it. she opens the door for you and closes it behind you, and walks to the driver’s seat.

about 10 minutes pass and you two are almost at your destination. paige hooked up her bluetooth to her car as soon as she got it, you both listening to her playlist and singing along with the windows down and the wind blowing in your faces.

paige watched as your hair flowed in the wind, your smile so beautiful, and all she could think about what was how lucky she was, getting to see you whenever she wanted, hold you, kiss you, and be there for you, all the time.

she rested her hand on your thigh, driving with one hand, and smiling.

“baby,” you said softly.

“yeah ma?”

“i love you.”

“i love you more than anything ma, yk that.”

you two made it to the restaurant, paige disconnecting her phone from the aux, and gets out to open the door for you.

you could really get use to this new car smell, and being paige’s passenger princess for a long, long time.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED! this might be a one time thing as i could never be too consistent but lemme know any feedback and i love you guys! 🙂‍↕️

[uluvjay]

Fall in love with you- T. Zegras

Trevor Zegras x Best friend! Reader (feat. Quinn Hughes)

Summary: you knew Better than to fall in love with Trevor

Warnings?; angst, self-doubt, crying, asshole Trevor, cursing, Quinn comes to the rescue, this is extremely old and hardly proofread so I apologize for any errors!

Next part

—

You were Trevor’s best friend, your moms were best friends in collage leading to the life long friendship of you two.

You two had always been close even when he moved to Michigan for hockey you never drifted. He begged you to come to Boston with him for collage even though he only stayed a year and your had gotten into your dream school.

It was Trevor how could you say no?

That was a problem of yours never being able to tell him no. He wanted to go to a party even though you hated them? You went, wanted you to stay up late with him despite you having a big test the next day? You did it.

You always blamed it on the fact he was your best friend but everyone besides Trevor knew you were lying, they could all see how in love you were with him they just never brought it up.

The first person to call you out on those feelings was Quinn Hughes. Trevor had invited you to the Hughes lake house two summers ago where he constantly left you and was hardly even home most nights, usually with some random girl he met that day.

There had been an argument between you and Trevor, you blew up on him after he came home from another one night stand telling him if you knew you would be spending more time with the Hughes family and their other friends then him you wouldn’t have come in the first place.

He got offended saying he was allowed to have fun to even though that had nothing to do with what you were saying, after he stormed out of the room you were staying in you made the impulse decision to book a flight back to New York, and get the hell out of there but Quinn had caught you packing.

—-

“Hey you okay we heard you two yell- woah what’re you packing for?” He asked stopping himself mid sentence

“Im going home Quinn, thank you for opening your home to me I really appreciate it and you guys have all been so nice spending time with me while Trevor’s off with random girls every night”

“Wait, why are you leaving though? Did Trevor say something? I’ll go kick his ass right now if he hurt your feelings”

“No he didn’t I-I just can’t do this anymore, he begged me to come and of course I said yes like always just for him to pretty much say fuck me and leave me to be with some random girls who probably took pictures of him sleeping so they can post them an-“

“Your in love with him” he said cutting you off

“What? No Quinn, I’m not” you replied with a defensive laugh

“Don’t lie to me”

“Quinn I’m not”

“Cut the bullshit” he told you more stern shutting the door

“I’m not lying”

“Yes you are, I see the way you look at your phone when he lets you know he won’t be coming back, how you stare at the marks on his neck and back, how you stare daggers into all the girls that talk to him, the way your face lights up when he walks into a room, your in love”

“He can’t know Quinn, it’ll ruin everything” you told him looking down at your hands

“Hey, your secrets safe with me, but you can’t do this to yourself forever kid”

And that’s how You and Quinn also became best friends

—-

Fast forward two years and here you are back at the same Lake house in the same predicament. However over last summer you became good friends with most of the guys including Jamie and Mason who came with from Anaheim.

You Graduated from collage in May and got your degree in interior design, tonight Quinn and Jack were hosting you a small graduation dinner as they wasn’t able to attend your graduation along with some of the other guys.

You were standing in the Kitchen with Cole, Quinn, Jack, Trevor and Jamie who had all just come back from a workout.

“So Y/n you gonna come to Montreal and help me make my house look nice? I need some help decorating my shelves they don’t look good” Cole asked

“You can reach your shelves?” Jack asked causing everyone to laugh

“Shut up asshole” Cole replied

“Yeah Coley I’ll come help but I won’t be needing your stepladder I should be good” you said adding in to the joking

“You know what fuck all of you” he said walking off laughing

“Love you!” You called out laughing as well

“When he murders us all in our sleep I won’t be surprised” Quinn said causing everyone to let out light giggles

“Y/n what color you wearing tonight? I don’t wanna clash” Jack asked you

“You act like you won’t be wearing shorts and a random shirt ” you replied “but probably this white dress I bought a little while ago, I’m finally tan enough to wear it”

“You can’t wear white, the girl I invited is” Trevor blurted out looking at his phone

“Dude what the hell? I told you this was a lake house thing only, only the people staying here are allowed at the dinner, no extra invites” Quinn said getting a little pissed

“Aren’t your parents coming? Along with Luke, some of his friends, and y/n’s one friend? Why can’t my friend come”

“That’s our Family Z, they have a relationship with y/n and she knows Luke’s friends from them hanging around they’re like all madly in love with her” Jack said joining in

“Y/n’s fine with it right?” He said giving you the look he always did when he wanted something from you

“I’m not paying, it’s up to Quinn and Jack they organized the dinner” you said looking away

“Yeah so she’s not coming and if she for some reason does show up, she better not be in white, it’s Y/n’s night” Quinn said ending the conversation and walking out everyone else following besides you and Trevor.

“What the hell was that?” Trevor scoffed

“What?”

“You totally taking Quinn’s side!? Are you in a mood with me or something? Why can’t my friend come”

“Because I’m not paying Z, it’s not something i organized Quinn and Jack did, if I had it up to me we’d being having pizza and sitting around a fire not going to a fancy restaurant.” you told him growing a bit annoyed.

“Whatever” he mumbled stomping off.

—

Four hours later everyone was in a private room at some fancy restaurant in Michigan, in all it had ended up being You, The Hughes family, Cole, Mason, Jamie, Trevor, Dylan and Luca.

Trevor hadn’t spoken to you since earlier in the kitchen and hadn’t gotten off his phone since you guys had gotten to the restaurant.

Jamie and Mason had both said something to him multiple times but it just ended with Trevor giving both of them attitude.

You were talking with Ellen about the new things she had planted in their home garden when Trevor stood up and pocketed his phone walking out of the private room.

“Okay can I ask what the hell his problem is?” Ellen had asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I didn’t let him invite one of his little hookups and he got mad because Y/n took my side instead of giving in” Quinn explained.

“He hasn’t said a word to me since like noon either” Jack added.

“Okay this isn’t about him and let’s not make it about him, tonight is about Y/n and her achievements” Jim said shutting everyone up just in time as the food was being served.

Ten minutes later the door opened back up and in walked Trevor with a blonde girl.

You froze, was he serious right now? For one night he couldn’t listen and not go off and do what he wanted. You looked around and seen Jamie and Cole both rubbing their foreheads and looked next to you at Quinn who had his head titled back, then to your right to your best friend who looked like she was about to murder both Trevor and the blonde girl.

You returned to eating until you heard someone scoff and a chair scoot out, as you looked up you seen Jamie pulling Trevor out the room, leaving the girl in the room.

“And you are?” Ellen asked causing Luke and Jack to both let out slight laughs at how straightforward their mom was.

“Emma” she replied

“Mm” was all Ellen replied, she also knew about your feelings for Trevor

The door opened back up and in walked a pissed off Jamie which was a rare sight to see, and an annoyed Trevor.

“Everyone this is my girlfriend Emma” he announced and it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop as everyone looked from them to you.

Did everyone know about your feelings? Were you truly that noticeable when it came to how you acted around Trevor?

“Since when?” Mason asked

“Three months” Emma answered

Everyone just stayed quite, the tension could be cut with a knife and the amount of awkwardness was uncomfortable.

“I think it’s time to head home” you whispered in Quinn’s ear

“Yeah, I’ll go grab the check” he said getting up and walking out

“Where’s he going?” Trevor asked

“To get the Check” you replied

“Already? Is that what you whispered in his ear about? I’m not ready to leave you can’t just decide when we all leave Y/n”

“Well I’m ready to head home Trevor and it was my graduation dinner but you of course found a way to make the night about you” you snapped standing up and leaving.

—

Once everyone got home you went straight to your room and got changed into comfortable clothes, went down stairs, made a drink and went outback.

You were feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, you loved Trevor and he constantly hurt you but honestly it was your fault, you were the one that never told him how you feel how’s he supposed to know you wanna be the one in his bed every night?

You were also angry at him, how dare he pull the shit he did tonight at your graduation dinner of all things. You celebrated multiple achievements of his with him and never once made it about you, it just wasn’t fair.

You didn’t even realize someone had come outside or that you were crying until you heard someone ask you something.

“Huh?” You asked as you came back to your surroundings to see Jack sitting next to you.

“I asked why your crying”

“Oh it’s nothing” you rushed out wiping your tears

“Non of that Bullshit what’s up” he asked

“I love Trevor, no I’m in love with him, have been since I was 17”

“I know” he replied nonchalantly

“What?!”

“It’s not hard to notice y/n, your pretty bad at hiding it” he said with a laugh

“You don’t think he noticed do you..”

“No he’s to stupid” he told you laughing again

“Good, I just don’t know what I’d do if he found out I was in love with him, we’ve been best friends since we were born it would ruin everything.”

“You’re in love with me?” You heard the person that shouldn’t be asking that question ask it.

“Shit” you mumbled closing your eyes

“I’m gonna head back inside” Jack said getting up and patting your shoulder

“I asked you a question Y/n, please tell me you’re talking about someone else you’ve been friends with since kids.”Trevor said

“No it’s you, I love you” you said in a low voice

“What the Fuck” he said with a laugh

“I know, I know I’m sorr-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Y/n! Do you know what this is going to change? Everything! Our whole lives, every moment we’ve ever shared, it’s all different now”

“I know that’s why I never said anything, I knew you wouldn’t feel the same” you mumbled

“Damn right I don’t feel that way”

“Can you not be rude right now?, you listened in on a conversation you had no business hearing and now you know information that just ruined our friendship, I don’t need you being an ass”

“Why? Why me y/n?”

“I don’t know Trevor! I ask myself that every single day, why you, why my best friend? And I don’t have an answer ” you told him.

“You should have known better”

“It not like I wanted to fall for you Trevor, it’s not like I hoped and wished that I’d fall in love with you and ruin a 22 year long friendship.”

“We need space, I need space y/n I don’t know how to feel about this.” he told you

“I’ll find the next flight to New York tomorrow and be gone” you told him walking past him and into the house.

—

As you were laying in bed you heard someone knock on your door, “come in” you said with a hoarse voice from crying

“Hey I just wanted to check in, Jack told me what happened” Quinn said walking in

“It was so bad Quinny” you said breaking down again.

“No, don’t cry, it’ll be okay y/n” he said sitting next to you and rubbing your back

“I’m leaving tomorrow” you told him

“Why?”

“He said he wants space so I’m gonna go home, I think it’s for the better you know getting away from him”

“Don’t go home, let’s go somewhere”

“Where?” You asked with curiosity

“A beach?”

“That sounds nice”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” you said looking up at him with a smile

—-

Next part

[todorokies]

jjk characters as male thot jobs

including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami

contents: sfw but very suggestive, jjk men acting like sluts, gn!reader but there is a fem term used once

a/n: you might not consider some of these as “thot jobs” but im here to hypnotize you ouuuuhhh *wiggles fingers around* .. this is so silly but i had a blast writing this one

☆ . . . since gojo’s brain is hardwired to find teasing others amusing and quite the pass time i could see him as a dentist. you go to your local clinic for a annual deep cleaning and this man purposely goes out of his way to make things seem inherently sensual but still manages to do his job professionally. he’ll coo and praise you for following the most regular orders “now open real nice and wide for me … that’s righttt, good girl.” and “bite down on this … mhm yes just like that, you’re doing a great job.”

he’d definitely be like the annoying ones who still try to have a conversation while knuckles-deep prodding in your mouth. “i can tell you haven’t been flossing as much as you should be, what’s up with that?” and all you can do is narrow your eyes at him. he always caress your jaw and cheek too even through the latex gloves his touches are so intimate and gentle at the end of your appointment you’ll be genuinely considering if you should fuck your dentist or not.

☆ . . . i had multiple options for geto but firmly decided on a ceramic artist. i can envision him owning a modern yet whimsical pottery studio —he wanted the modern look but nanako and mimiko insist on the whimsical interior.— he offers free beginner classes twice a month. omgg the way his hands knead at the clay and skillfully sculpts on the wheel with his fingers meticulously bending, making his veins more prominent while delicately morphing the creation into a vase. he annunciates his instructions with melodic calmness but still has authority present in his tone i swearrr his voice is like honey.

you catch his eye in one of his classes and offers extended hours free of charge to help you “better your form.” he sits behind you, cradling your forearms directing your movements but still making room for you to assist your own creation. his warm minted breath tickles the back of your neck causing goosebumps “make sure to sit close to the wheel and anchor your elbows tightly against your body…” the sultry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed with him slightly moving to your ear next “don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s all about trial and error darling.”

☆ . . . like the unemployed bum toji is, he seems like the type of man to pride himself as a ‘jack of all trades.’ which is why i see him in the freelancer field of work, specifically, a personal shopper. he has an app on his phone where he can either accept or deny requests. he’s quite picky with commissions when money isn’t running low, but don’t get him wrong, he’s willing to go the extra mile to please his clients. always prefers phone calls over text when discussing farther details knowing his gruff voice will have the recipient weak in the knees. he isn’t shameful to treat his full time employment as a part time hookup arrangement…if he’s lucky enough that is.

“here’s your stuff pretty.” the quite taller and muscular man at your porch hands over a brown bag containing your groceries. you don’t miss the way his hands graze yours in the exchange, his sharp eyes examine you like you’re his prey; awaiting for your next move in a game you involuntarily started playing. words of gratitude try to slither past your lips but ultimately couldn’t —you’ve officially peaked his interest— “hey, why don’t i help you unload your items?” at that you nodded making way for the sleazy man to enter your home and eventually your bedroom as well.

☆ . . . what differentiates nanami from the rest is that he’s unaware of how insanely attractive his profession as a baker is. he truly doesn’t understand the appeal of a man in an apron kneading dough and decorating pink frilly cupcakes. he co-owns a bakery with haibara !! they even enrolled in culinary school together. the interior is quite morden with wisteria and other succulent plants hanging from the ceiling; most of the time he’s clueless to very clear advances from others or kindly shut them down saying how he’s “not looking for anything serious” which is a lie he himself started to believe.

but on a faithful sunday autumn morning you stroll in just salivating at the thought of warm dewy chocolate filled croissants, fresh from the oven, when you see him; clad in a bulky knitted cream sweater tying a black apron around his slim waist whilst his becipes bulged slightly through the thick material of the sweater. “good morning, what can i get for you today?” one thing lead to another making you leave with not only a croissant but the blond man’s phone number —due thanks to his cheeky younger coworker, yuji, who wrote the number on your receipt including a note that read: ‘he’s soooo into you :)’—

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[chobani-flip]

@bucktommypositivityweek

prompt: what they love most about each other (yeah, idk... i just realised that this was happening like an hour ago? i was wondering why so many fics had a similar theme today... oh well... im not sure what this is, but it definitely is. enjoy?)

--

so there's this line that buck heard at a wedding once. it was while he was working as a bartender in peru, and this american couple who'd met in the bar he worked at during his shift decided to get married there.

and Sex-on-the-Beach-Easy-On-The-Cranberry-Juice said to Dark-And-Stormy: "how do i love thee, let me count the ways"

which made buck look up from where he'd been mixing up a margarita because: thee? really? but then Sex-on-the-Beach-Easy-On-The-Cranberry-Juice went on to list a truly ridiculous list of attributes which made buck sigh a little wistfully and wonder what it was like to have someone to love like that.

(who'd love you back)

he thought he'd found it with abby, but well...

and with taylor he sometimes lay awake at night rolling the words over on his tongue like bobby taught him you should do with wine, to actually have a chance at tasting some of the insane things the labels promise. but back then how do i love thee, let me count the ways always left a vague fuzziness all over his mouth, all grippy tannin.

(they weren't right for each other, buck knew that now. maybe they could have worked if they'd met sooner, or later, but not then.)

"evan?"

"hmmm?"

"the seatbelt?"

oh. slowly, buck blinked at tommy through the warm cabin light. he'd had just the mai tai at the bar, but it'd been a while since he'd had anything besides an occassional beer and he could feel the alcohol hitting him more than usual.

it made the interior of tommy's car blur just a little as he turned his head to reach for the seatbelt. it made him grin wide and stupid into tommy's lovely face as he smiled his crow's feet smile with his eyes and turned the key in the ignition.

a single sure turn of the wrist. buck loved tommy's hands. big. wide. and big. and the bone, the one that stuck out a little at the wrist. the one that hen smacked him for laughing at it for the hundredth time when he was helping her learn anatomy with flashcards. pisiform bone. buck loved it too.

"you ok?" "i like your hands"

they didn't speak at once, but tommy had barely finished his question when buck began his confession so it was very nearly the same thing. tommy threw his own hand a slightly bemused look before reaching for the gearshift and changing gear.

because tommy drove manual. buck loved to watch the muscles of his legs contract and release in perfect synchronicity as he released the clutch and stepped on the gas.

he wore jeans tonight for their meet-up with hen and karen. buck loved how they fit around his thighs, made him kinda wanna bite them.

and then move up and taste his hipbones again, and bury his nose in the hair at the base of tommy's cock and suck at the sensitive skin of his balls and-

"evan, you know i love to hear you talk but i really need you to shut up now. im glad you like how tight my jeans are but they're really fucking tight."

buck blinked a little faster at being brought back from his daydream, licked his dry lips and realized the sudden absence of sound vibrating his vocal cords.

huh.

tommy was throwing him little looks in between checking the side mirrors, smiling, maybe a little bit in disbelief. buck loved the way his upper lip grew thinner the wider he smiled. he also loved to bite on the fuller bottom lip.

how do i love thee, let me count the ways

buck bit his own lip to keep from grinning and, with the aftertaste of rum and sugar smooth at the back of his throat, went on with his list.

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 17: princess diana and her horse

IRL, TWITTER!

“hello everyone.” a sleepy, deep british voice said to the camera. it was eren. his hair was messy and his eyes were sleepy - it was obvious that he had just woken up.

“usually i’m behind the camera, so this is very weird for me.” eren nervously said to the device, while trying to tame his messy hair.

“it’s currently-” he checked his phone, “-8:30 in the morning, and my flight to new york is at 11.”

“i was supposed to be going to new york tomorrow, with ymir and the others, but i decided to make a few changes so that i could surprise y/n.” he sleepily smiled.

“she thinks that we’re meeting tomorrow night, after our show, but i’m going to be suprising her today, with the help of her friends. so thank you, connie, jean and sasha.”

“alright, i’m gonna go get dressed and i’ll see you when i’m at the airport.”

“i’ve seen y/n do this, so i’ll try. goodbye.” he finished, before placing his hand onto the camera and making it go black.

🫧

the next clip was of the airport. he filmed the interior, as well as himself for a few seconds.

it then jumped to him sitting in the airplane window seat, before he turned the camera to record the sky.

🫧

the new few clips were of the new york airport.

“so, i’m now in new york and it’s 1 in the afternoon.” eren told the camera, with a small smile on his face. the smile then disappeared.

“i’m currently waiting for these two bastards to pick me up. they told me that they’d be here when i arrived, but i’m here and they’re not. fucking liars.”

a few minutes passed, before a car stopped in front of him and a horn was blown. he flipped the camera as the passenger window slowly opened.

“YOOOOO ITS FUCKING PRINCESS DIANA” connie shouted with a look of fake disbelief.

both eren and jean rolled their eyes.

🫧

in the next clip, the trio were now at target.

“wassup!” connie told the camera.

“we’re in target right now, because lover boy over there-” he flipped the camera and zoomed into eren’s face. “-wants to get shit for his girl.”

“we already got her favorite snacks n shit, now he’s getting flowers.”

jean threw a bag of chips into the cart before pushing it towards the flowers, where eren was.

“there’s princess diana and her horse” connie said, while following jean. making me deviously giggle.

jean turned his head and raised his eyebrow. “the fuck are you giggling at?”

“nothing, nothing.”

“which ones should i get?” eren asked, with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a bouquet of pink in the other.

“i know pink’s her favorite color, but red roses are more romantic.”

“bro, no matter what color you pick, she’s still gonna be all over you.” jean said.

connie nodded, “horsie’s right.”

eren chuckled and put both bouquets in the cart.

“that works too.”

🫧

“you guys might be wondering, ‘how is he gonna sneak in while y/n’s home?’. well, to answer your question, she’s not home. she’s out with sasha.”

“and they’re coming home in about 40 minutes, so we’re gonna go set everything up in her room right now.”

🫧

“everything’s all set up now, and i forgot to show the special gift that i got her.” eren held up a small velvet box.

“don’t be fooled, i’m not proposing. yet. but, i got her a necklace with my birthstone in it.” he pulled out a necklace that was hidden under his shirt, with a stone on it.

“i have a matching one with her birthstone on it.”

“im honestly very nervous. i hope she likes it.”

🫧

- SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT EREN’S FINALLY IN NYC

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[ador3him]

Helloooo

Could I possibly request a Tommy X reader where Tommy, will, basically all Da boys are vlogging and go to a cafe and reader is working there and Tommy has a lil crush and it ends with Wilbur secretly filming Tommy go up to you and ask for your number (successfully) :)

pairing: TommyInnit x gn!reader

warnings: none?? horrible flirting maybe LMFAO

requested? yes by anon

word count: 1.05k

a/n: IDKIDKIDK if i like this hejwgfgweif ANYWAYS HOW ARE YALLS DAYS??? IT STOPPED RAINING HERE ISH (and my work is making come in at like 430 tmr i think im getting waitress trained??? wooo!!!)

“Hello men, today we are here with Wilbur, Ash, and Jack in Brighton.” Tommy gestures to the beach behind him. Then someone walks in front of Ash who was manning the camera, “Well excuse you,” Tommy mumbles walking toward the camera. “What should we do, boys,” he asks everyone, Ash moves the camera as if he is shrugging, Wilbur points towards the beach and starts to walk over. “Beach!” Jack runs over dragging Wilbur as he dashes past him. “This could get a bit wild,” Tommy winks at the camera.

“Pebble fight!” Tommy throws a handful of pebbles at Wilbur, one hitting him on the head “Tommy just pebble brained Wilbur,” Jack laughs. “Tommy don’t throw anymore,” Wilbur took the remaining pebbles from him. “He is such a party pooper,” Tommy frowns at the camera which is ‘nodding’ in agreement. “Are you Jack Manifold?” a girl asks Jack. “Yes!” he smiles “Can I maybe get a picture?” he nods and gets Wilbur to take one. “Do you want a picture with me? TommyInnit, more popular and handsome than Jack” Tommy smiles at the girl. “I don’t know who you are sorry,” the girl walks away just like that. “What the fuck?” Tommy looks at Jack confused. He is doubled over laughing, “S-she, y-you, omg this is gold,” Jack is hysterical and can’t get his words out.

“Tommy we should go get some food or something I think Ash is hungry,” Wilbur takes the camera from Ash to film him, he just nods and gives two thumbs up, smiling. Ash then points to a cute little café just off the beach. It is a darker themed café with black rose bushes out the front with a deep purple exterior and the same on the interior. “C’mon Ash lets get you some food, Wilbur’s treat,” Tommy smiles walking off the beach with the three other men and into the café. The interior was littered with different plants and framed bugs. They all walk straight to the counter looking at the menu on the wall. “Hello,” Tommy’s smile is beaming at the worker who turns around slightly startled. “Oh hi! Sorry I was just making a coffee; can you give me two seconds?” they ask flashing them all their toothy grin. “Yes of course, take your time we aren’t in a rush,” Wilbur replies as Tommy is almost drooling. “What are you doing?” Wilbur whispers to Tommy shaking him out of the trance that overcame him.

Before he could answer the barista turns back around. “Sorry about that, guys! Do you know what you want?” they ask. “Uh- I will take a black coffee and a breakfast bagel. He will have a hot chocolate and a breakfast wrap and whatever they want.” Wilbur orders for himself and Ash knowing he wouldn’t speak, just point. “Hi! Can I please have an iced latte with one sugar and uh that’s it thanks!” Jack smiles. “Uhm- uh. What do you like?” Tommy stutters out. “Well, if you want a drink than I get the vanilla iced coffee. But if you want food, I like the feta and avocado bagel,” they answer pointing at the bagel in the display window beside them. “Can I please get both of them? Like the drink and the food?” he asks. “Of course, anything else for you men today and can I get a name for the order?” “No we are set, Wilbur,” Wilbur goes to hand them his debit card. “No, I got it.” Tommy slaps his hand away handing them his instead. “That won’t be too long,”

“Guys Thomas Simons has a fat crush on the barista!” Jack teases him as they sit at a table, Tommy just rolls his eyes in annoyance. Sure, they were cute and admirable, but Jack is crazy. “What was that?” Wilbur asks genuinely concerned as he has never seen him like that before. “I don’t know, they are just so cute and shit like I got nervous.” He groans. Ash types something on his phone and hands it to Tommy. “You should ask for their number,” he reads out, Ash nods. “Should I?” he asks the other two. “I mean I would! Who knows maybe they think you’re ‘cute and shit’ as well,” Jack says.

“Order for Wilbur,” they call out, the cups on the bench in a cup tray and the food in brown paper bags. “You going to do it?” Wilbur asks, Tommy just shrugs and gets up to grab the food and drinks Jack following him. “Thank you,” Tommy smiles at the barista- he didn’t even know their name, but he thinks it would be beautiful as beautiful as them. “Have a nice day!” they beam.

As Jack and Tommy sit down with their order Tommy decides to go for it. “I’m going to do it.” Tommy gets up and looks at the boys. “Can I film it? Good content,” Wilbur asks. “Yeah, use your phone though in case they say yes,” Tommy walks over to the bench. “Oh hi! Is something wrong with your order?” they look at him concerned. “No, it’s perf-right it good.” Tommy stumbles through his words. “I-uh I was just wondering if I could maybe get your number. You’re really cute and nice and- all good if not,” He rushes out. “Of course, do you have your phone I can put it in,” their face is bright red and their hands shaky as they take Tommy’s phone. They put their name under ‘y/n <3’. “Your name is beautiful,” he says in full confidence now. “Thank you, can I ask yours or am I going to have to call you lover boy?” they lean over the counter a bit. “I mean I guess I can’t tell you now.” He rests his hand over y/ns a bit. “Its Tommy,” he admits. “Cute, lover boy,” they smile at him. “Well, you better call me,” “I will,” “Good,”

Tommy rushes over to the table and shows them. “They gave it to me! Their name is y/n isn’t that gorgeous?” He gushes over them. They all congratulate him, patting him on the back. “I am so sending this to everyone we know this is gold,” Wilbur laughs at the stuttering mess Tommy is in the first half of the video. “I will kill you.” Tommy threatens.

[bropunzeling]

Hi!! I'm totally in love with linger, thank you for your amazing work! I've bing-read all your stories and I LOVED them. Do you have any recs for other good Matthew/Leon fics from other authors? I'm officially hooked now :D

aw thank you anon! that's very kind of you. some deeply biased recs (as in, read anything they write but these are a few of my faves):

head above water by @msmargaretmurry (rivals to lovers, alternate version of the 2022-23 season): i mean, of course im gonna rec the og ratnovel. the interiority and unreliability? so well done. and matthew is so fucked in the head in this one (affectionate). the best part about finishing my latest long fic is now im in the right brain space that i can do a reread and im: excited

preference by @hopetorun (winner's room): i love weird lightly dubious but lightly not sex that then turns into an arrangement that then has all these undercurrents of feelings that bump up against other priorities and are only ever exacerbated by unexpected tenderness. per-son-al-ly! and no sex scene ever feels like a repetition of another, which is such a skill

pull me closer (we ain't ever getting older) by @ohtemporas (leon is at bc and matthew is at bu): as we all know i love the grossness of hooking up in college and this one TRULY delivers; i especially love the way rivals to lovers and the immense distance that a two year age gap becomes when one of you is a freshman are handled. as always the ending got me real fuckin good.

what you got is hard to find by void_fish (omegaverse; omega!leon): i owe some kind of intellectual debt to jay for showing me how fun omegaverse can be without all the trappings that sometimes get added, and god the ending of the first in this series still cracks me the fuck up every time i read it

and one less intensely biased rec (lol):

if you handed over your body by photovoltaic (2020 ASG weekend): people who can convey this much ambiguity and emotion in under 3k are so impressive to me, i think about this one a LOT. love something concise and dense and punchy.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 5/9/2023

i almost never devour a book in one sitting without getting distracted, i rarely scrub back to the beginning of a scene to immediately rewatch it, and i have never force-quit a video game in order to immediately replay the level, but all of those things happened this week. cowboy machine go brrr.

listening

wolf by the yeah yeah yeahs (sextile remix). neo noir movie music, long establishing interior shot as you move through a dim mirrored lounge, making eye contact with all the denizens before the diegetic music cuts back in.

rare remix where i like the remix much better than the original. driving and pleasantly jangly, grooveable with some velocity to it. music to feel like a lone wolf protagonist to. spotify link

the release radar is one of spotify's best features and i wish something as set-and-forget existed for bandcamp

reading

Lone Women by Victor LaValle is a gothic horror western. only part of the gothic horror is due to the familial burden placed upon eldest sisters. this book is largely concerned with inheritance, sisterhood and female friendship (in scare quotes and otherwise) but not in a TERFy way.

Adelaide Henry carries an enormous steamer trunk with her wherever she goes. It’s locked at all times. Because when the trunk opens, people around Adelaide start to disappear. (bookshop.org link)

i try to read a couple reviews before writing my own, and there’s been a lot of grumbling that this book is comprised solely of diversity points. to which i say: do you really think interracial lesbians and trans people and autistic kids did not exist in 1915??? this is a pretty typical friend group. the weirdos band together.

i liked this book a great deal and had a good time with it. however, i think the denouement comes together a little too pat. i would have liked this book to be slightly longer than its 306 print pages. there are a lot of characters to juggle and there are two specifically i would have liked to see more so they feel a little less deus ex machina. however x2, i am deeply grateful to LaValle's wife who insisted on this specific ending. there are tragedies that happen in the book, but the book is not a tragedy.

there are in fact a fuck of a lot of threads being carried at all times, despite all these threads coming together somewhat unevenly in the last few chapters. there is a literary sleight of hand so effective (bc you are so relieved a group of characters hasn’t died and THEN so many things immediately happen) that you completely forget to question why the fuck this group left and came back in the first place (although you can come up with a satisfactory answer on your own by like. thinking for a minute). the suspense is sustained and effective as well, i was worried the whole time about something and devoured it in one sitting without getting up (mack, curled up against my side in bed, appreciated this a lot).

how scary is this book? more suspense and dread. there are very few detailed descriptions, there is simply. a lot of blood.

how horny is this book? i do very much like the pair of secondary lesbians (bisexuals? unclear. could be both/either. the distinction would not come for nearly another sixty years anyway). i complain a lot about when women aren’t horny enough, but if you make them both willing to fucking kill in a blink for each other and give me an achingly tender scene like this, im fine with this fairly tame level of horny!

watching

A scruffy garbage boy becomes the pupil of a famed gunfighter, and the stage for confrontation is set when the gunman overruns the boy's town through violence and corruption.

as an orphan with daddy issues, Day of Anger (1967, dir. Valerii) really fuckin hit for me. it's also an a-tier western i would let other people watch, slightly clunky at times but killingly sincere. really fun and unusual jazzy score, good camerawork. i really loved this but am having difficulty explaining why. it's coherent? do you know how rare that is for a spaghetti western???

it also has the best one minute forty-four seconds in any western ever, imo. why the fuck not have a joust!!! i do not watch spaghetti westerns for their restraint or subtlety!!! the HAHAHA SICKOS.meme moments, where it really fucking embraces its genre, are some of the best moments in the film. more FUCK yeah WHY NOT moments in other movies please.

this is one of lee van cleef's three "tutorship" movies (along with Death Rides A Horse and For A Few Dollars More), where he gets paired up with the spaghetti western version of a james bond girl. i don't remember who tagged one of my posts but he really is peak evil dilf here. the way he sets up his own destruction because he as a person cannot do anything else is just. pour it into my open mouth. yes thank you yumyumyum

it is not a complex plot, but thought and care was put into it. scott mary, the van cleef boy in this film, has a real character arc and an ambiguous ending. along with the score and lvc at his evil best, this is a novel example of a spaghetti western. the two-hour cut is here for free on tubi btw.

ty to @pasta-pardner for complaining that no one was talking about this movie, bc apparently that's a really effective hook for me. i love to feel exclusive.

playing

call of juarez: gunslinger, and i have finally determined that it was free on steam a couple two-three years ago and that's how i obtained it. mystery solved.

the conceit of this arcadey episodic first person shooter: you are semi-retired bounty hunter Silas Greaves, telling stories in a saloon to get free drinks out of your audience. the level can rapidly change as Silas' story changes: as he remembers things or as audience members argue with him. this is overall a pretty successful schtick and continues to be silly goofy fun.

i had so much fun with the first train level, where you are scrambling up through a derailed train over a ravine, that i immediately replayed it. i have never ever done this with a video game before. everything feels so precarious, it encourages speed without literally blowing the track up behind you. it is VERY fun to kick down train car doors and go into bullet time. it is VERY fun to defend a tunnel with a gatling gun. imo the sort of gleeful high-velocity gunfights this game wants you to have work best when you are fighting through a fairly contained level like a train-- the maps where you are running and gunning through an entire town can feel a little overwhelming.

the maps are generally the kind of over the top nonsense you expect from a spaghetti western-- in one level you are scrambling around under/on top of/through a giant trestle bridge trying to stay alive and deactivate some dynamite so the bridge and train stay unexploded. you fight through the ricketiest mine you can imagine! you fight on a steamboat beached in a swamp! you fight in a flooded graveyard in the same swamp! this game is not pretty, per se, but it is handsome. it uses vertical space really well.

the level with Indians is both better and worse than i hoped. Silas is after some Apaches who have escaped their reservation, and is sympathetic about them wanting off the reservation, but you sure do have a whole level about shooting guys anyway. this game leans really hard into, like, woo-woo nature medicine man abilities. luckily they are contained to the one level. this is pretty okay for 2013 (a named tribe, a sympathetic portrayal, they are defending instead of attacking or kidnapping) but they could have done better then and they can do better now.

additionally, i have some beef with the duel minigame-- im old. my reflexes are Not Good. there's a mexican standoff where there are three different things to keep track of and i have failed that duel seventeen times. i may be soft-locked due to a skills issue.

making

fallow week. im kind of frozen with fear about moving prep and really need to kick shit into gear despite the fact it is all very expensive and very scary. even when you have local people to look at apartments for you, the mere thought of renting an apartment without like Being There and seeing what the light is like and poking around under cabinets for mold and interrogating the neighbors is deeply uncomfy for me.

but onward! because we have to!

[authorofdragons]

you know what? lifes shit. come make something with me

So for context, these are my comfort dolls I crocheted over a year ago: Bonehill and Zerako.

theyre also the main characters of my webcomic Skull & Pyro but you dont gotta worry about that rn all you gotta know is that theyre husbands. (if you wanna worry about it its ok go check out my pinned post)

So I love making them minature things and I'm a horrible little christmas goblin so I wanna make them a mini christmas tree (and a whole scene to boot but lets start with a tree).

Here you can see the leaves fighting against their creator as I bring them into this wretched world (aka my loops kept falling off my hook). I went off of The Lazy Hobbyhopper's pattern here. Base of the tree is made with bulky green yarn I found in a bin and then worsted weight white yarn to make the leaves look smaller to make sure the green would be seen underneath. I Also skipped every other row when making the leaves to further achieve this.

Next I need a sturdy interior so the tree is firm for decorating. There could be better materials for this but my brain will use any and everything I have on hand before it'll buy new materials so my grubby lil hands grabbed some cardstock and made it a cone

Next for the trunk I used the left over cardstock to make a tube and then grabbed a old CVS paper bag to give it trunk texture and color. The final touches are with crayola marker because thats just the crisis situation we're dealing with here.

Now the base of the tree is made, rad, cool, looks neat.

Ignore the fact that my camera decided my walker is the star of the photo this is what happens when I screenshot my videos.

We need a topper and I refuse to make a normal star bc my boys are agents of chaos so I asked my mom what it should be and she suggested a mushroom gnome. She knows me well.

I make a lot of these little guys purely bc my brain eel has decided they are The Shit right now. This is my own pattern that is minimal sewing because I Hate Sewing Extra Shit it just makes more steps in my mind which makes the brain eel angery. So I bullshit stitches and run with it. If I can learn to translate the horrors that are my patterns into words, maybe one day Ill share it. Unfortunately the horrors are winning

Now for ornaments and lights. I could crochet those but brain eel doesn't want to so Target it is.

Now on with the lights, these fairy lights were bright as fuck and with the white leaves I felt assaulted with color ASDFJFLGK like listen I love color but Im used to green trees and didn't realize the frosted leaves would just Become The Entire Light Spectrum

they are entranced.

So I just swapped the fairy lights with my taco lights that were on my own mini tree and honestly, that fits better in every way given Zerako notoriously loves tacos and its much less stimulating. And the fairy lights look great on my tree.

Of course I need cheesy couples photos of them putting the tree up because it Is their tree, they deserve this moment.

you're doing great boys (they are not doing anything)

NOW for ordaments. Percieve them putting on the ordaments.

Now pretend you never perceived them (for I am doing the rest).

All together it looks great!! The colorful ordaments really help balance the plain yellow/white lights.

I adore how this turned out. Life is still shit but my boys have their own tree so I'll live with it 💚 I got more christmas crafts planned for these two so follow me for more mild serotnin inducers.

Hope life's a little less shit for you today 💙

[axellis-archv-2]

4AM

> word count; 1381

> whatever this pairname is . hallatra? ramiday? fucking Raint?

> note; repairing a robot arm talk, really gay confession scene where we dont even kiss im sorry

He's waking up on a cold morning. He groaned into his pillow for a minute until finally getting up. Cold, cold, cold. He could go for some cocoa, if he had any. He's feeling around for some slippers, until eventually he gets fed up enough to just endure it. A roll of the back made the sound of popping fill the room. Tiptoeing around the upstairs of his room while he gets something to dress, he realized that his alarm didn't even wake him up. Why is he even up, then? He snatched his phone by his desk. 

It's 4am. 

He mentally kicks himself in the face. Of course he didn't notice the light of the phone was brighter than the sky. But it kept nagging at him. What woke him up?

A knock. 

There's a knock on the door. Frantic rapping on the door downstairs. 

Right. 

He's shuffling some jeans and a shirt on as he heads down to answer. The knocking shifted to a more frantic hand pounding until he opened the door. 

"It's 4 in the fucking–"

A damaged arm was in plain sight. It looked like it was hanging on by maybe two wires at most, and was now being supported by the other arm. Saint is opening his mouth to ask what even happened but the omnic pushed past him and through the door. Wordlessly he locks the door back up. He's still rubbing a bit of sleep out as he goes toward his little workshop.

Said workshop wasn't anything particularly special. If anything, he'd find that plenty of people would have probably tried to encourage him on getting a couple holo screens. He'd tell them that the holo screens aren't his own eyes. There's 3 workbenches that easily have all their drawers filled up to the brim. The only courtesy he gives himself is that they're labeled. Everything outside of the drawers however doesn't get that. If he wasn't busy, maybe he'd have a moment to care about cleaning everything. 

If he wasn't busy at this moment, he'd think of something quippy to say. But he can't even find it in himself to do that.

He's already got his dirtied up tool belt tightening his waist. The omnic was waiting patiently on the operating table that was pushed a little off to the side. He even rotated it so the mechanic would have a better time working on the broken arm. He still tried to be polite, even when his arm was almost torn off.

"...Ramattra, what happened?" Saint finally asked when he started with gently taking off the exterior. The exterior metal needed to have some scratches buffed out, but otherwise seems fine. He did a quick look up the arm. Surprisingly, the interiors seemed pretty untouched. Really he just had to connect it all back together. He was guessing ahead just what might've happened. From how it looked, it seemed like someone pulled on it, rather than there being any bullets used.

"A rough encounter with a human." He sounded tired, forcing the words out so Saint wouldn't prod any further. 

Saint nods slightly, setting back to work. The job isn't tricky by any means, but it was definitely delicate. If he messed up at any point he could easily make the situation worse. No pressure. Maybe a year ago he would've felt nervous. He's pulling out his heat gun for the wiring, and he laughs a bit to himself.

"What is it?" Ramattra asks, almost accusatory. 

"No, nothing- just. Was thinking about how you didn't like the heat gun at first." Saint finds himself laughing again, gently applying to connect the wiring from the top of the arm to the center again. 

"You never refer to it as anything else. How was I supposed to know initially it was a healing device?"

"I dunno…maybe because you definitely saw me healing other people with it."

"Other humans." He corrected. "I didn't know if it would work on omnics."

Saint rolled his eyes and started fitting the exterior back on. He found it was…easier. Especially now that he was relaxed. "I just thought it was funny. Things felt like they changed pretty fast. I mean- look." He's gesturing around as he pushes the arm in with a final click. "I think a bit ago I would've been having a terrifying time doing this. Thinking I might kill you by accident or something. But now…" He's fishing around for some cleaner and wipes. "Now I think I got at least a bit of an idea. Oh- did you. Want me to do a wipe down?" 

Ramattra stares at Saint for a good, long while. And laughs. 

"A bit ago you would have bickered with me." He lifts his arm up and down, twisting it around before seeming satisfied. "And you wouldn't be nearly as friendly." He didn't get up yet, instead swiveling so he was facing entirely toward the other. "Or would have offered any wipe downs." The aura of smugness could be felt like hot breath, centimeters away.

Saint finds himself flushed at that. "If you keep being a dickwad I might take that offer away." He mutters a bit, but he was already applying some cleaner to a rag. So Ramattra laughs again. "Hardy har. Why don't you keep quiet for a sec so I don't get mad…"

"Oh? Back to being mad? And here I thought you were finally being more honest." 

Ramattra's sentence was as loaded as the Junker Queen's shotgun. It caused Saint to stagger. And sputter. He was a crashing computer. It took about 5 blinks before he could even talk again, but the most he could muster out was a weak "I'm sorry?"

Ramattra's head did a back and forth tilt, a visible eye roll for the omnic who didn't have any eyes to roll. "You can't be idiotic enough to think I would keep you around for so long if I didn't know how you feel." 

Another loaded shotgun blast of a response. Saint was feeling lightheaded.  Dizzy. He had been rubbing the cloth in the same area for the past 30 or so seconds. He decided it was best to just keep up the cleaning as if that didn't happen. Yes. That would be good- but he can't look at the other's face. No no, you can't do that. Even the idea was starting to make him feel like fainting. 

The air of silence lasted perhaps a minute when Ramattra put a hand on Saint's, stopping the circles being rubbed into the arm. Warm. His hand was warm. Warm and big and he felt like everything would be okay. 

"My attention is not won over by incompetent people." He started, words slow as if he was having to steel himself. His other hand is reaching towards Saint's empty one. He keeps going. "The only reason I have tolerated your attitude this far is because of. My own attractions."

"What?" Saint could barely feel his own voice creep out. 

His hands were so warm.

He leans forward and finds himself resting his forehead against the omnic's. He could feel the quiet hums of electricity like it was breathing. Giant, hesitant hands were trying to see how best to hold his own tiny ones. Fidgeting and rubbing along the back. Nervous. Ramattra was nervous. "Please don't make me spell it out for you." He's saying, and Saint wonders if part of that was because of how nervous he was.

He likes him. Likes- loves. Just the word was getting Saint to be flustered again, but he found his face was already perfectly hot. 

Saint mumbles it out.

Ramattra whirrs out a hum. Hands moved from hands to around the mechanic's waist. 

Saint whispers it out.

"I. I love you."

"I love you." Ramattra returns in kind.

He wraps his own hands around Ramattra's head, burying his head into the other's neck. It wasn't an exchange that exploded into fireworks, or one that would set the two on fire. It was quiet. He was sure ants made bigger proclamations of love. But it was his. His love.

And as the two of them squeezed to get closer by centimeters, he figured that his love would have another time to explode. 

[theweredrifter]

Somewhere still in Australia but no longer in Perth as Gabriel evades arrest..

Gabriel tilts the seat back a little bit and slides into a comfortable position before reaching into the front jacket pocket to make a phone call while sitting inside the camaro. … …. ……. ��Hey.” Blue eyes look at the far right corner of the car's interior- at nothing in particular. “Yeah, just uh..checking up, seeing how you’re doing..” There’s a pause, a tongue pressed into the underside of his lower lip.”Im happy to hear that, uhm..listen I hate to drop this on you but can we do video sex?” His demeanor changes in an instant, he’s being lectured. “I know- I know..” a palm rubs through disheveled hair. “It’s not, I’ve been under a lot of stress- no it’s serious.” Brows furrow, there’s clearly a refusal on the other end. “I know this is wrong but I really, need you. Please?? Can’t you get like a hotel or something for a night and pretend it’s for work or something?? Please?? I need this-“ The hand covers the face as he continues to hear what he doesn’t want. “Come on mate- please! I’ve been suicidal!” He tenses in his seat while unintentionally guilt-tripping his best friend, expression pasted in a frown, and a glare looking off in distress and desperation through the front windshield. “Please..”

Fingers drum on the steering wheel with a free hand;”A lot, mate..a lot. You wouldn’t believe half of it.. but I got bit by a fucking bat, now I got some incurable blood disease and now I get these huge outbursts, mood swings, I crave things that aren’t food-" A first and second index rub at the brow;”Stuff, weird stuff. Look- I’m literally BEGGING you. I- I know you have a boyfriend but I feel like..like I’m drowning, I'm alone and I feel trapped. Please! I’ll pay you money??” Eventually, his frame sinks further into the driver's seat in defeat. A noise of exasperation airs, then drops the other hand away, looking down at the floor or the lap while listening for what felt like a really long time. “..Okay.”

The phone is brought in front of him to end the call. As soon as it’s over the phone is tossed next to him into the passenger seat;”FUCK!” The edge of the palm hits the steering wheel, over and over and over again. He didn’t want to talk to the therapist, they didn't even know he was missing, not yet anyway. He didn’t like his situation, wasn’t comfortable. Feeling belittled, offered a bullshit band-aid no matter what he said or threatened to do. The hands cover the face, and he sits there..silently for a long time. So much for his only outlet for safety, and comfort.

[hrhoffman]

Dude I joke about how I have such GREAT fuckin ideas but im not skilled enough to bring them to life but im seriously about to teach myself how to draw JUST to make an animatic of Tangled’s I Got a Dream with Dead by Daylight characters

The more I watch, the better things come together in my head

BOOM the first fucking shot is a hatchet getting thrown at some nerd who starts playing the accordion

poor bastard is chained there, what a pathetic man. clearly it’s gonna be Dwight

then we cut to

who the fuck do you think its gonna be. take a wild fucking guess. Ace mcfuckin Visconti

we cut back to the hatchet thrower. Again, I wonder who that’s gonna be. I know Huntress doesn’t have a hook for a hand but shhhhhh

I have no idea who Rapunzel would be by the way like I have everyone else nailed but I cant pick her. My best contender is Kate, mainly because she’s like the singer, she could carry her guitar instead of the frying pan, and the main theme of the song is about dreams and hopes and I’ve always considered Kate to be the most hopeful one but anyways

Huntress plays the piano, we get some general shots of the bar

OH SHIT the rats are definitely crows like for sure, maybe Pascal is Maurice or a vulture from Dead Dawg? Idk there aren’t a lot of animals to choose from

And then we have the next thug,

A hideously deformed man looking for love. Hillbilly. It has to be. But that’s not even the best part because then we get this shot:

And it’s like, okay whose gonna fill in the role of the drunk cupid?

May I present fucked up looking Victor holding an umbrella

Then we get to see Victor getting flown across the room

And here comes the barrage of different dreams here we go

First guy wants to be a florist BOOM Blight easy next

Interior design. Trickster.

Do I even have to say anything. Clown.

This guy bakes. Bubba.

Guy on the left sews, guy on the right knits. I went back and forth a lot on this one but I think Doctor and Nurse could fit here. Also the mental image of Nurse knitting a scarf while Doc fixes a huge gash on her arm is really funny to me. TBH I think u could argue that the roles could even be switched and it would still fit.

Next guy does puppet shows and when I first saw it I was stumped until I checked the killer roster and imagined Pig holding up the Billy doll

The last one is mostly based on looks cause this guy is massive so all I could think about was Oni.

cue the Ace scene

when he takes the unicorn Oni would def enter rage mode

maybe Gothel is the Entity? couldnt really get a good fit for her

I FORGOT ABOUT THE GOAT this is def Maurice

This guy that blows fire is Plague vomiting

That’s about it all the other killers would be in the background shots but GOD I can’t draw

[modern-vellichor]

pls more frank castle drabbles😮‍💨🤌where be is a brat tamer pls

warnings: 18+ dom!frank, explicit language, implied blowie babey

a/n: can you tell that idk what the fuck im writing about? yes. yes you can. anyway feel free to send me more requests here

"Fuckin' hell, Frank," you scolded as you sped dangerously down the road.

It was dark. The road was winding. You were driving far too fast. His nose was gushing blood all over the interior of your poor car. You were usually a very calm person, but Frank had pushed you too far tonight. He had called you at two in the morning to pick him up from some bar in the middle of fucking nowhere. You drove an hour in the dark to fetch him, and now you had to take him home.

"How many times do I have to tell you, huh?"

"Drop it," he grunted.

"No," you continued to bitch at him the whole way home.

Frank was pissed off when you picked him up. He was sitting on the curb, he had been left to stew in all the anger. And when you pulled up he didn't even get a hello. You just told him to get into the car and immediately started going off on him. Frank only got angrier. No matter how many times he told you to stop, you just disobeyed him. And then you got angrier.

By the time you pulled up outside your house (courtesy of your homeland friends), Frank was furious. He stared daggers at you as you unlocked the door. If looks could kill. He went straight to your en suite while you resumed your spot in bed.

"Come here," Frank shouted from the bathroom.

You ignored him.

"Sweetheart, don't fuckin' ignore me," he warned. "I need your help."

You groaned and grumbled as you threw yourself out of bed. You did nothing but glare at him as he pointed to the stab wound on his shoulder. You made him sit on the toilet as you awkwardly hovered over his lap to stitch him up. Frank hissed and cursed as you sewed up the wound. You spared no sympathy. Frank was now fuming.

You tied the last knot on the stitches and gently pushed Frank away from you. Frank grabbed your wrist before you could move away. His other hand curled around your throat and pulled you down. His gaze met yours. He was not happy with you.

"What's with the attitude, huh? You think treating me like shit is gonna make things better?"

"Fuck you, Frank," you spat, you were digging your own grave. "You only ever treat me like shit. I'm just returning the favour."

His grip on your neck tightened. Your mouth fell open and your eyes closed. You wrapped your hands around Frank's wrist. Frank grinned maliciously. He pulled you down to kiss you. Just as you began to melt into the kiss, he pushed you away.

"What the fuck?"

"I don't kiss ungrateful sluts," he smiled, shoving past you and getting into bed.

You weren't sleeping next to him. Not after that. You didn't deserve this. If anything, he's the ungrateful one. Normally, you enjoyed the little games Frank played. You played along and were usually well rewarded. But you were tired, and your head hurt. And Frank was being mean. So you went to sleep on the couch. Frank didn't hear you walking out, and got confused when he didn't hear you begging to be touched. When he rolled over, you weren't even in the room. So he went looking for you.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I don't sleep with ungrateful assholes," you echoed his words.

Frank lifted your legs to sit on the couch, placing them on his lap. His hands ran soothingly up and down your calves. He waited until you had calmed down to speak. He had calmed down long ago, he felt apologetic. He probably should have apologised sooner.

"C'mon," he said.

You sat up, and he patted his lap. You moved to straddle him, and immediately his your face in the crook of his neck. Your breathing was still uneven. And so Frank waited some more. He trailed his fingers gently up and down your spine. When Frank was sure you were calm, he started his little act again.

"Y'know, I don't think you've been good."

"Fuck you," you uttered, voice muffled. There was a playful bite in your voice and Frank could feel you grinning.

"Don't be a brat, sweetheart."

He pulled you out of your hiding spot by the nape of your neck. He spread his legs and you fell through them and onto the floor. You folded your knees underneath you. You rested your head on his thigh, staring up at him expectantly.

"Maybe you should put that mouth to good work and make it up to me," he growled.

You were already undoing his belt when you grinned up at him. You opened your mouth to speak and sealed your fate.

"Make me."

[saphushia]

I love you art!! Do you have any advice for choosing colors that work well together?

thank you! colors mostly just come naturally to me (whether its actually natural or if i've just internalized color theory so strongly that it feels natural i'm not sure lol) so im not very good at actually explaining it. most of it is genuinely just what looks good to you, but looking up some basics of color theory can help a lot to narrow down options so it's easier to pin down what you want.

doing those limited palette challenges (especially when the subject matter doesn't necessarily fit the palette colors) can be good practice and i think at least a small portion of my skill in the area comes from playing those color-sorting phone games like blendoku or i love hue lol. also probably related is the year or so when i was younger where i just refused to use gradients whatsoever for some reason

that aside, here's very bare bones color theory (i wont get into it too deep, there's a billion explanations online that are leagues better than i could explain it) and some tips that might be useful?

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i tend towards 2-tone palettes when i'm doing full color n they usually end up being complimentary (purple + yellow, green + pink) or close (blue + yellow, green + purple, pink + blue). i like a good strong contrast, which i think is generally what people mean when they say my style pops- having contrast makes the colors seem even brighter and stand-outish.

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maybe that ^ helps? the ratios are rough estimates of how much of each pic is each color group. some common advice in general design (it's actually used in a lot of stuff- webpages, interiors, etc) is having 60% main color 30% secondary color and 10% accent color (but like i said, i mostly work in 2 colors so i don't have a great example on hand)

as for finding colors, i'll sometimes search for photography that has the kinda vibe i want- for the kindred spirits pic i literally searched "blue and green spooky toxic photography" and i think i ended up referencing a pic of green lights reflecting off of wet pavement on a dark street.

one big thing that i hardly ever see mentioned but i personally utilize an absolute fuck ton- dulling colors makes them lie. use this to your advantage. say you're using bright green; if you use a gray-blue it can look like purple and will blend with the green instead of contrasting like an actual purple would

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of course there's lots of situations where you do want the purple (or whatever color) to be a contrast, but this is useful when you don't.

a lot of the time lately i'll color everything in a base monotone (or very slightly varying analogous colors ie teal through indigo) and then make the lighting a contrast (complimentary) color on an 'add' or 'vivid light' or other lighting layer, then sometimes color pick the contrast colors shown in the lighting n use them sparingly to fill in a few of the base colors that didn't fit well being the base color. you can see that in the drowning picture (blue is the base color with pink lighting) and the kindred spirits drawing (gray-blue base colors with green lighting).

one last thing: never be afraid to use filters. almost all of the finished art i post has at least one overlay or gradient map or tonal correction layer ontop of it all. i'm quite partial to a low-opacity gradient map layer set to whatever colors i scrolled thru in my list and liked the vibe of, a black and white gradient map layer with the layer set to brightness (also on low opacity), or messing around with a tone curve or color balance layer. if someone starts shit with you for using filters on your art fucking block them. in general if it looks good it isn't cheating (insert common sense caveat that you aren't stealing other people's art etc etc)

[tobi-momo]

A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won��t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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