#mushy stuff

[hyenafu]

I just wanted to draw something cute u3u

[fortunekookie07]

Alright, I am redeeming myself with this one! All the sappy mushy stuff coming your way!

Confessions in the Rain

Zayne had to admit to himself that he was tired. He couldn't even remember how you had gotten to this point in the first place. It was like the universe had set you to forever misinterpret him. Yet there you stood, face red in anger and eyes watery from un-shed tears.

"Why don't you just admit you hate me already, Zayne? I don't understand how you could even say that to me. I'm doing the best I can." Ahh, there it was. A single tear had escaped your control and was rolling down your cheek.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. "Don't bother, I know when I'm not wanted. You've made that painfully clear. I'll look for another doctor!" You're almost shouting by the end of your words as you spin around and run from his office.

You run right past the nurse's station, ignoring them all staring at you. They'd never seen you anything but cheerful in the years you'd been coming. One of them even stood up hand reached out, but you're already gone.

The receptionist tries to stop you as well, but you don't hear her warning that it is pouring outside. You don't care. You have stopped paying attention to your surroundings. Eyes too blurry to see clearly anymore. Whether from rain or crying, you don't know.

As you're about to step into the parking lot, you miss the edge of the sidewalk and go sprawling to the ground. Scraping your palms in the process. You land with a grunt. Your palms are bleeding now, but still, you don't care. You sit up on your knees, crying harder.

You're still sitting there crying when splashing footsteps come in your direction, and your name is called. "Come on, get up off the ground. It's pouring out here. You could catch a cold or pneumonia." Zayne has come after you, of course he did. He had a reputation to maintain after all. "No!" You yell back at him, swatting his hands when he tries to help you stand.

"If I'm sooo much trouble, then don't bother anymore. I'm not your responsibility. Just go away!" You swat his hands again. "You silly girl," Zayne says. softly grasping your arms and forcing you to stand. He holds you to him. Not minding your squirming and attempts to push him away. His voice rumbles in your ear as he speaks again. "Why do you always misunderstand me? You've been like that since we were kids." You freeze at his words, tears still sliding down your cheeks and washed away by the rain.

"Wh-what?" Your voice is shaky from crying. "I have never cared that you cause me trouble, trouble me more. Turn my entire life upside down. I don't care, as long as it's you. Let me take care of you, I've always wanted to." He pauses for a breath. Zayne has never said so many heartfelt words to you before.

"I just wish that you would not take what I say the wrong way. I decided to become a cardiac surgeon for you. I wanted to find a cure for your heart condition. You are the drive behind my every action. Don't you know that yet?" You look up into his hazel eyes, burning with the intensity of his emotions.

"I'm always worried about you, you're job is so dangerous, but you disregard my worry and dive headlong into danger every day. I know I can't stop you or hold you back. Just don't push me away again." He's pleading now. Zayne has never, ever done that for anyone. You try to squash the feeling in your heart again. You have always suppressed your feelings, certain he would never return them.

"Why, why would you go so far for me? Is it because we're childhood friends?" Zayne closes his eyes and drops his head a long sigh coming from him.

"You're so silly. Why are you so silly. Fine, I'll spell it out for you then." He takes a breath, "because I love you." He looks into your eyes with finality. There is no way you could possibly misunderstand that.

Tears well up to your eyes again. "Y-you do??" Zayne gently grabs both sides of your face. He rubs circles on your cheeks with his thumbs as he stares into your eyes. "I've always loved you ever since we were children." He says quietly. You grab his tie and stand on your toes, pulling him down to your level before you can kiss him.

Zayne is surprised, his eyes going wide before he returns the kiss. After a minute, you pull back and smile. "I love you too."

You're both completely drenched by the rain, and the receptionist was standing in the entrance with a scolding look and towels. When you finally start back towards the hospital, she's fussing about how wet you both are and the water you're tracking across the floor.

She wastes no time throwing towels over both you and Zayne and ushering you into bathrooms to have a warm shower and put on dry clothes. Despite all this, you can't get the silly grin off your face. Your heart is elated, and you feel like you're soaring high above the storm clouds. You hope that you never come back down from this feeling.

[psyckadelik]

Uhm I have nothing to really post that's entirely new or done.... Have the uhm- Randy doodle thing I have I guess, gang

(imma do the hide thing for the rest cuz it's just mushy stuff cuz appearently i have emotions also-)

I just wanted to also say I hadn't been on tumblr since 2021 and being back and seeing people's replies and how they share my art makes me happy so, thank you everyone- it's been moreless a week and this is one of my favorite things daily, and I post at my own pace lmao

anyways yur

[blueberri-chee]

Golden

parings- nanami kento x brown!reader/oc [no use of y/n or 'i']

summary- who knew a mission to a beach would turn out so pretty

Kento loved the beach. He loved feeling the sand underneath his toes. He loved the salty tang which permeated the air. He loved the breeze and most importantly. He loved the waves. The cool waves lapping at his feet never failed to make him feel like home. He always wanted to go to Malaysia but he never imagined that he’d have to exorcise a curse on a resort. Anyone else could’ve easily done it and there was no need for a Grade One but here he was. He suspects Gojo must have meddled around and assigned him here. Not that he’s complaining. 

Why would he when he has such beauty beside him? He doesn’t know how it happened but this kind lady who bumped into him and apologised profusely was now walking with him on the beach telling him about the folk tales from the town. He likes the way she tells the stories so animatedly. He likes the way she romanticises her quiet and simple life. He likes how she is unaware of the evils of the world and the work he does. He really likes her curls and her broken Japanese and her slight foreign accent and the way she always smells of coconuts and the ocean. He loves the way her wheatish skin reflects the golden sunlight. He could only define her as a goddess. From the way she walked with a slight skip in her steps to the way she has a flower tucked behind her ear, he is enamoured. 

In his whole life he has never met someone so blinding, someone so sweet and someone who’ll hold his hand and guide him out of his shell. His boring job and working as a jujutsu sorcerer never gave him time to pursue romantic relationships but seeing her is really tempting him to leave everything behind and stay with her on this beach. 

He sighed and shook his head. Too many thoughts. He turned to look at the goddess beside him. She was collecting seashells. She picks a pink coloured one and shows it to him with a bright grin. He feels like he has been hit by a beam full of sunshine. 

“Look, it’s a reward for your hard work!” She hands him the shell. He looks at the pink shell which looks so small in the palm of his hand. A small smile tugs on the corner of his lips. He told her that he’s here for inspection of the old rundown warehouse which was out of the town. He technically wasn’t lying because that’s where the curse was.

“I’ll keep it on my desk and look at it whenever I'm feeling down.” He tells her truthfully and keeps the shell in his pocket. He feels his heart almost stop because of the way her smile turns into a beam. Her eyes crinkle and her soft lips spread into a giddy smile. He can’t see her eyes but he knows that they are sparkling the same way her golden anklet is. He can’t help but smile wider himself. He is really loving the beach even more now.

“Your energy is rather infectious.” He says as he takes in her face under the setting sun. Somehow her face turns even brighter.

“Thank you.. I really love the beach. It makes me happy.” She says with a soft giggle.. This girl is going to be the death of me. Kento thinks.

“The beach makes me happy too but the company makes it even better.” He says with a confident smile.

A very soft but visible tint of red coats her soft round cheeks. She looks away with a small grin, “you are very cheeky.”

An amused chuckle makes its way past his lips, “cheeky? I’ve never been called that before.” He tilts his head and looks at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knows this is so out of character for him but for some reason she makes him act this way. It’s like she holds some invisible power over him and draws him towards her like how the moon revolves around the Earth. She keeps pulling him in her orbit. 

“Maybe no one has seen this side of you.” She says with a teasing smile. 

“Now who’s cheeky?” He asks and walks along the shore. She doesn't waste time to follow him.

“Cheeky? Nuh huh. Just stating the facts.” She says with a really cheeky grin. This would’ve pissed Kento off if it were Gojo but something about her makes it very endearing. It’s like she is rewriting all of his rules and inhibitions and he is a weak man who’d let her do as she pleases. He sighs and shakes his head again. 

She suddenly holds his hand and tugs him along with her, “I know a place I think you’ll love.”  She says and points at a cliff in the distance. He tilts his head to one side and lets her pull him along. He can just stand there and hold his ground but he doesn’t. Her excited smile is too hard to resist. 

“Where are we going?” He asks calmly, looking around.

“You’ll know.” She says with a mischievous smile. And tugs him towards the littoral cave. Kento just followed her like a lost puppy. He should be cautious about what might happen but he is too blinded by her enthusiasm to care about anything else. Maybe this is what they call being in love? Kento shakes his head. Too early to be called love… but too intense to just label it as curiosity. Maybe it’s just adoration. Adoration for her laugh. Adoration for her stories. Adoration for her eyes. Just simple adoration. Kento draws a line there and turns his attention towards her. 

They have now reached the opening of a small cave and she lifts up her dress to avoid it from getting wet but to no avail. Kento follows her inside, not caring about his tourers soaking in the salty water. He was just excited to see what beauty the cave was holding within. Kento’s eyes widened at the view in front of him. White limestone creates an arch over the clear water of the sea. The sunlight reflecting on the top, making a mirage of patterns. The soft sound of the waves hitting the walls of the cave made the place even more peaceful than it looked. 

She turns around and looks at him with an expected grin, “so? How do you like it, Mr. Kento?” she says in a faux professional tone, “how do you like this humble abode of the sea?”

Kento chuckles and shakes his head, “this is anything but humble, precious.” He doesn’t notice the sweet adjective which slips because it felt so natural for him to say. But it didn’t go unnoticed by her. Another layer of red dusts her cheeks and she turns around. 

“I’ll take that as you like it then.” She says to keep her mind off the sweet word.

“I love it.” Kento said earnestly and he had never been so honest about anything in his whole life. An awestruck look is plastered on his face as he walks deeper in the cave. It isn’t like the cave was any deeper but he wanted to sit on the bank near the back. “How did you find this place?” He asks as he sits down. The sand was relatively cooler here and the sun was also setting. The cave’s mouth faces the west giving them the perfect view of the deep red setting sun. 

“Wandering gets you places.”

“I see. I’m glad you were wandering then.” 

“Me too.”

Another shitty ending i know. but can't help it.

[lazysammydoesit]

I've been working on different styles for my characters in my upcoming comic. I've drawn them for years, but never like this. Hope you guys like it (and sorry for the low quality of the first picture)

[eemcintyre]

Amidst all of the very valid Cobra Kai negativity out there (and as someone who is feeling extremely let down as well), at the end of the day, there are still some positives I want to note that make it all worth it, at least for me

Honestly, it was an incredible surprise and blessing that Thomas Ian Griffith came out of retirement at all, and regardless of whatever did and didn't happen when it comes to the "story" (idk might be giving them too much credit there), we still got so many good and iconic scenes out of his return and I can truly say, without the old man, CK version of Terry, I would not like or care about him as a character in the slightest; maybe that makes me a fake fan but idc, that's just the way it is

This is a weirder one, but I also love that the lackluster finale has inspired all of the extremely gifted writers on here to revisit their projects and dream up new ones, trying to right the wrongs in the way that we can

And speaking of those gifted writers, as well as the talented gif creators and supportive readers, I've met several incredibly sweet and fun people that I would have never crossed paths with, ever, otherwise- and we've had some amazing times together, haven't we?

In the end, I look forward to keeping in touch with y'all and seeing where we continue to take this character, because this is not the end!

@karatekels @virgo-mess @terrence-silver @holydongbird / @cobra-wives @bramblesbriars @argum3ntativ3dr3amgirl @thedeadsingforme @deviousdevilx and the others that are definitely out there

[compo67]

What a whirlwind of a week! I finally have some time to write.

I want to introduce y'all to my partner, H. I'm so grateful that the universe brought me this kind, sweet soul. He is my person and I am so happy to have him in my life.

While he visited, I got food poisoning. We were visiting KP and suddenly, I puked my guts out. H was there, rubbing my back, taking off my glasses, coaching me through it, and cleaning my face. Let me tell y'all, I can't express how much that meant to me.

Cheers to you, sweetheart.

Back to writing. <3

[kenobion]

Me realizing no one magically has a crush on me

[hyenafu]

Buwaro boldly recruits a new member onto Team Mushy!

[deepdowninmybones]

While the Cat’s Away - Chapter 3

What started as a sweet and blissful morning quickly takes an unexpected turn...

CLICK HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63776656/chapters/164344348

[ciaomarie]

Neighbor Series: Ch. 4 Part 2

A Delicate Ecosystem

Part 2: Carmen is obviously down bad, but does Sydney feel as deeply? Is her career or love most important?

I think this might be the last in this series.

The rest of the day and night went smoothly. Sydney tried to dismiss that stupid conversation with Richie from her mind. Carmy was the same as ever. She supposed he didn't have "the talk" with him. Typical that Rich thought it was her responsibility to control the actions of a grown man.

The next day Sydney walked past Marcus and Fak huddled in conversation and thought she heard her name. She shrugged it off, put away her stuff in her locker and joined them.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. Marcus can we talk for minute?"

Fak who usually had something quirky to say, just waved at her and scuddled away.

"Yeah, anything wrong?" Marcus asked with an odd, no an irritated look, on his face.

"Well, yes. Our bread supplier isn't going to come through for the rest of the week. A death in the family. Carmy wanted me let you know that we'll have to make it in-house today, but we have a backup ready for tommorrow."

"Got it."

"Okay, let me know if you need anything."

"I said I got it."

Sydney was thrown off by his tone. Yes, Marcus had asked her out several months ago and it was weird for that night. Afterwards, they'd moved on and were back on good terms. She racked her brain trying to think if she'd done or said something recently to offend him.

"Um, is there a problem?"

"Nope."

Marcus's face was now unreadable and he walked away to his station. It was eerie, but Sydney had many other things to do so she shelved it for now.

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The following day Carmy stood behind the restaurant for a his "smoke" break right before nightly service. He quit cigarettes a shortly after The Bear opened because he had caught pneumonia and missed two days of work. His doctor told him that she'd seen a lot of pneumonia cases in her elderly and smoking patients that season. So now he chewed Nicorette and pretended that it was just as satisfying. While he stood there enjoying the solitude, Anna, a new hostess came out and began smoking her vape pen. She had a one of those warm, generic voices that was perfect for customer service, but she could instantly switch to a cloying Kardashian-esque accent. She used it whenever she could talk to Carmy alone. However, today she didn't immediately begin speaking when she saw him. He decided to not waste the chance to escape. Just as he was about to go back in Anna spoke up.

"So…do you like know of any nice apartments around here?"

Carmy was facing the door so he could roll his eyes, without her seeing. Then he turned around trying to look neutral.

"Uh, no. Well, I like mine. It's 10 minutes from here, but there's almost never anything available."

"Oh, really? Didn't Sydney just get a place there? Or did she move in with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I just thought I heard like you were maybe together?"

Anna kept her voice light, but she seemed nervous. One hand was gripping her vape pen and the other was twirling her long brown hair.

"No, we don't live together. What does that have to do with you finding an apartment?"

"No? Well, I didn't think so. Sydney is great and all, but she's…like you could like date anyone here, you know?" Anna replied choosing to ignore his question.

Carmen couldn't believe he was having this conversation. This time he couldn't help rolling his eyes in her face. The unmitigated gall of this women to talk about Sydney and to approach her employer in this manner.

"Anna, my dating life is not up for discussion."

Carmen wanted to say more, but he knew that it would be best to discuss it with Natalie first. She came from corporate America and knew the proper HR way of dealing this stuff.

"Oh, oh yeah. Like, okay. Um, I better get back" Anna stammered, blushing and darted through the door.

That night Carmy was on alert. It was one minor incident, but he had to suppress his compulsion to spiral with doubt and worry that Sydney would be hurt because of him. He hadn't really thought much about how others might view their potential relationship. He probably blocked it out because there was already so much to worry about. Also, their kitchen "mind-meld" flow was getting better all the time. It was exhilarating how they had become more and more attuned with one another during service. Often while working side by side they would hand each other the very thing they needed without even having to speak, much less look at each other. They could plate a dish together faster than a pit crew could replace a tire. With a glance Carmy knew when Sydney needed a break on their most insane evenings. He'd just squeeze her shoulder and she'd move so he could take over for a quick five. He did the same for others though.

However, what happened the other night might have raised some eyebrows. He was asked to greet a congressperson who was dining there and he beckoned for Sydney to join him. Before they went out he grabbed a towel to pat her dewy forehead, retied her chef's coat and smoothed it down like he was her personal valet. This was in front of the entire kitchen. He hadn't meant to do anything that would make Sydney a target. His intention was to support her, not romance her at work. Of' course there were slip ups. He just hoped the conversation with Anna was a one-off. To be on the safe side during service he tried not to do anything extra with her besides their usual telepathic routine. Sydney followed his lead avoiding making unnecessary remarks or touching him.

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Later he walked her home. They were silent at first, their stride in perfect harmony.

Carmy cleared his throat.

"Sydney, has anyone been treating you differently?"

Sydney paused in surprise for a second, but then she answered "Am I that easy to read?"

Carmen was now very concerned.

"No, it's just that I had a weird conversation before service with one of the front staff."

"Was it about us?"

"Yeah, has anyone said anything to you?"

"Yes, Richie did. A couple others are just being a little icy this week. It's no big deal."

Carmen took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers.

"What did Richie say?"

"Oh, Mr. Richard had a speech. He wanted to make sure I kept the "shop" closed until you and Nat could pay back Cicero. He's afraid I'll mess up the ecosystem. "

Carmy's froze for a second, then he blushed scarlet from the mention of him getting anywhere near Sydney's "shop" and from Richie's audacity to address Syd instead of him.

She continued.

"At the time I thought he was just being Richie. Now, I don't know. I don't want to mess anything up for you, for us. The Bear is so new and we are on track to paying off the debt and maybe even getting a star."

"Sydney. We make an excellent team and nothing that we've done or will do together outside of The Bear will change it. I promise you, that I won't let it change. Your dreams are first priority."

"So are yours, Carmy."

Carmy's focused on his breathe for a moment, his heart pounding in his ears. His dream was doing this with HER. He meant it when he said he wouldn't even want to do it without her. Each day together wove a new thread from his heart to hers, but he wouldn't force it on her.

"Sydney, I like you. More than anyone I've ever…."

He stopped unsure if she was ready to hear how deep his feelings ran.

"But I understand if you want me to back off. Whatever you decide I will talk to them and fix this. You deserve nothing but respect."

They reached the front of their building and Sydney turned to face him. He was visibly trembling. Tenderness for him surged from her heart. Carmen was the most sincere man she'd ever met. He couldn't fake happiness, indifference, or confidence unless that was how he truly felt. Past the anxiety, occasional moodiness, and temper, at his core she saw someone who desperately desired to serve and to be understood.

He stood there defenseless.

She put a hand over his heart as if to speak to it.

"No, don't back off. I don't care what any of them think as long as we're good."

Carmy breathed again, took her hand in his and kissed her palm, nuzzling it against his cheek.

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Sydney lay in bed that night thinking. She knew down to her bones that her foundation was stronger than his. It was not due to any fault of his own. Her home had been filled with safety and love. It was her nature to be a perfectionist, but even when she failed she knew that she had intrinsic value as a person. What she lacked that Carmen had was the courage to be vulnerable. He was open to her about Mikey within the first few weeks of their meeting despite not knowing how she would respond. This and his consistent effort to know her, drew her in despite the chaos of early days at The Beef. She knew that he would actually listen and give her an opportunity to grow. There was another intangible factor, which scared and thrilled Sydney. When she often found him gazing at her, there was a feeling that he was not only moved by her beauty, but for who she was. It reminded of her of how her father looked at her mom, even when she was sick. It was one of her few memories that hadn't faded. She also knew there were no strings attached when he promoted her to CDC, but her heart demanded more with each passing day. She wanted to be Carmen's refuge and release in every way. This knowing was overwhelming and she was grateful that he moved slowly despite the hunger in his eyes.

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The next day Natalie was working on-site when Carmen came into her office and closed the door.

"Hey Carm, how are you?"

"I'm good. Sorry, I didn't respond to your text last night. Baby PJ looked very cute in his White Sox outfit"

"Well, at least send a smiley face or something! But what's up?"

"So, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm interested in someone who works here."

"Oh, bro I know…so are you and Sydney official?"

Carmy brushed his hair back with his fingers and shook his head.

"Were you never going to say anything?" he asked.

"The best thing a sister can do is stay out of it. It's brothers who get involved with their sister's romantic choices. Thank God, you couldn't run off Pete."

"Okay. No, we're not rushing into anything. So far, she allows me to walk her to and from work. And we talk everyday."

Natalie clutched her chest and sank down further into her chair.

"She allows you to…I CAN'T! I had no idea my baby brother was this sweet!"

"SUGAR, the point of me bringing this up is that some of the staff have been going behind my back to talk to her, icing her out, and there's been a rumor that we live together. I won't have it! Anyways, I figure you know the corporate way to handle it."

"Okay, we were going to discuss health insurance options for the next enrollment period during family service, but I can slide in a talk about relational professionalism."

"Thank you."

Natalie sighed and squeezed Carmy's hand.

"She allows you to walk with her! Oh, Pete is going to melt."

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For old time's sake Sydney prepared Mikey's spaghetti recipe for family service. Carmy saved her a seat and she sat down next to him feeling Anna's bitter glances and Richie's disapproval. Marcus ignored them. As they ate Natalie gave the insurance presentation and then her politically correct professionalism talk. She took care to make it not obviously about Sydney and Carm. When she was done and people started to file out, Carmen asked for the original Beef staff to remain behind. They took their seats again looking intrigued.

He moved to stand at the head of the table.

"Alright, great…Okay. So I asked Natalie to give that talk. And thank you Nat, but I have something I need to say. too"

"So, You've all been here a long time. Before I came you already had each other's backs and then I took over. It was an adjustment. Then Sydney came and I had a partner from my world. There more changes but somehow we found a way to work together. Then we found the money and we started this. You all choosing to stay and gain new skills, means so much me and I know it does to you too.

The Bear is a special place because it's a family business. And not just because of Natalie and I, but it's all of you too. The thing is we got to have each other's backs. It's not enough to to get through service, get the reviews, a star, whatever, but we got to respect each other. You know that without Sydney and Natalie giving it everything they had during the reno, none of this would have happened. Where we're sitting would be a parking lot or a Dunkin's. Anyways, I'm disappointed that some in here saw everything Sydney did to help get us here and they're giving her crap because I like her. In HERE I respect all of you, everyone is paid fairly, given opportunities, and I care about you…your lives. She didn't do anything, but her job and she deserves your respect. Out THERE I hope to spend as much time with her as she'll let me. But in HERE we're a business and we're a family.

The silence was palpable. Sydney's eyes never left Carmy's face while he spoke and when he took the courage to meet them, he saw admiration there and her beautiful smile.

Tina broke the heavy mood.

"So, Jeff. Are y'all together? Are we what they a call a "mom and pop" now?"

Carmy grinned, still looking at Sydney.

"I'm working on it."

[fortunekookie07]

Ashfierce posted a dating him photo series for each of the boys and I was inspired by one of Rafayel's chosen pics. I ended up using all of them as inspiration. I present to you:

A Stupid Kind of Wonderful

Dating Rafayel was an experience in itself. If you thought about it rationaly, he was kind of (a lot) selfish. He was also arrogant, and sometimes you just wanted to punch him in his stupid, pretty face (that you love). He was complex, his heart was carefully guarded and hidden away under his brash, haughty personality.

He was talented, one of the best artists to appear in a millennium. Every art piece he created was highly sought after. Each collector wanting to add a one of a kind creation to their collection.

You were often giddy that, rather than his paintings, you had the best thing of all. Rafayel himself, he'd given his heart to you freely. It hadn't taken much effort for him to shed the persona he presented to the rest of the world and show his true self. But only to you, only for you.

He'd told you many times before that a Lemurian mated only once, for life, every life they lived would only be for that one person. You had not been able to get it out of him just how many times he'd been reborn, but you could tell he was an old soul deep down. Sometimes, the way he spoke when he was serious was like he was ancient. Like he'd seen all the world had to offer many times over, and you were the only thing he ever wanted or needed.

Then there were times like tonight where you were convinced that your lover was actually a five year old, or had once been a cat.

You'd gone looking for him to tell him that dinner was ready, still holding the spoon You'd been using to stir with. Upon opening the bedroom door, you dropped the spoon as both hands fell to your sides like dead weights.

There was Rafayel (a fully grown man of 24 years) playing in a box. He'd cut four holes in the sides and was down on all fours, on top of the bed like some kind of freakish animal or a mutated insect.

"W-w-what are you doing?" You managed to gasp out voice high and squeaky at the end of your sentence. The box flaps popped open as he stuck his head out. Styrofoam peanuts statically stuck to his hair and pointing every which way. Upon seeing his deer in the headlights expression and just how ridiculous he looked, you doubled over in laughter. Gasping for air as you sank to your knees. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you laughed hysterically.

Rustling and fumbling on the bed had you looking up just in time to see him practically teleport out of the box sending peanuts everywhere. They were stuck to his clothes and hair, and his sheepish expression sent you into a new fit of giggles.

"R-Rafay-el what we-re y-you doing"?!? You ask in between laughs. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like he'd just wanted to play in the box, as he scratched the side of his face and brushed peanuts out of his hair.

He offers you his hand, and you take it. He pulls you up and into his embrace. Holding you tightly for a moment and rocking you side to side. "I missed you when you were gone." He burries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and placing little kisses there.

A rumbling sound interupts your sweet little moment, and you look at him with a knowing smile. "You've forgotten to eat again, haven't you?" You say knowing full well once he gets going on a painting nothing can distract him. Not even his body's demands for food. He nods unashamed, it's not like this is the first time he's done this. "I made that spicy seafood pasta you like." You say turning from the room and drawing him with you by his hand. He pauses only to grab your dropped spoon.

Per your usual routine for meals, Rafayel has already gone to the cabinets to grab bowls, spoons, and glasses. Whoever made dinner would serve and the other would grab dishes and clean up.

"Anything interesting happen at work?" Rafayel asks pouring tea into the cups and setting them on the table. You think for a moment. "Not really, I only had a couple missions today. Wanderer activity is at a low point right now. We're not getting sent out as much." He nodded and pulled your chair out as you walked over with the bowls.

You lean in and reach up on your toes to give him a quick kiss before sitting down and then setting his bowl on the table across from you. He pushes your chair in and then walks around to pull out and sit in his own chair.

Rafayel took every chance he could to do something for you, even if it was just something as small as pulling you chair out, opening doors for you, or just holding your hand. He never failed to show courtesy and care. It was just one of the many things he did to show his love. Each gesture warmed your heart. At first these things surprised you but as the days had turned to weeks, then months, and finally a year, they felt familiar and part of your routine.

Dinner conversation is light and cheery, rambling about this and that. Rafayel manages to throw in light complaints about how mean Thomas is because he won't approve a ridiculous expedition (that is mildly dangerous) to aquire a color source. Did you mention artists, Rafayel in particular, were eccentric?

Your phone screen lights up with a notification. Tara's profile picture pops in. She's tagged you in something and her caption reads, 'I Challenge You!' Intrigued you grab it and unlock your phone to the post. It's a couple photo challenge.

Her addition to the post says, Hey girl, I saw this and thought it'd be perfect for you! I did it with my bf, it was so much fun. I Challenge you!

Below that it says Couple Photo Challenge and then a list;

1. Strike a pose on a date: (matching outfits a must)

2. Sweet Hug

3. At the aquarium

4. Silly shenanigans

5. Hands only

6. Dance on the beach

7. Swing together

8. Playfight in the water

9. Inseparable

You can see that the post has been reblogged almost five thousand times and has just as many comments. Tara has posted her photo series and it's cute. You laugh looking at her pictures, seeing that for the silly photo she and her boy friend had drawn on their faces with what looks like whipped cream.

"Rafayel, look at this. I want to do it!" You say excitedly showing him the post. He looks it over and he smiles. He often took pictures for his art but he was rarely the subject in his photos. "If you want to." He says easily agreeing to your request.

An idea strikes you as you read over the list again and you look at him with a sweet smile "No," he says catching that look on your face. "But I didn't even say anything!" You protest and start pouting. "I know that look, no." He says pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"It's for the silly photo." You mumble slipping deeper into pout mode. Your bottom lip juts out as you go into full sulk mode, knowing Rafayel can't stand up against the pouty face. He tries to look anywhere but at you, getting squirmy as usual. "D-don't do that." He says trying to maintain his position on not doing whatever your idea was. You tilt your head down and then look up at him though your lashes, a killer move.

He squirms more and seconds tick by. Any moment now. You think grining triumphantly in your head. His ears are bright red. A tell tale sign he's about to break. "Ugh, ok fine. What is it?" Your grin is visible now. "I'm going to regret this aren't I?" He mumbles with a sigh. "Let me take a pick of you in the box for our silly photo." You say as you get up and walk around the table. He's just pushed his chair back and you take the opportunity for further persuasion, and sit in his lap. Your hands hook behind his neck and his go to your hips automatically.

"No way, something else. Anything but that." He says not wanting everyone to see him playing in a box. "Aww come on. We'd have the best silly photo. No one could top it!" You knew Rafayel could be pretty (vary) competitive at times.

His face scrunched up and he looks over your shoulder instead. You grasp his cheeks and turn his head to face you. "Please?" You ask trying to coax him into it with little butterfly kisses on his face. "Ok, ok fine you win." He says finally and you squeal delighted. "You're the best!" You say giving him a bigger kiss. "Yeah, yeah whatever." He's frowning but you can tell his heart isn't behind it.

Over the next week and a half you and Rafayel drag Thomas all over the place to fulfill the requirements of each photo. He grumbles and complains about over time and how being your photographer isn't in his job description.

But as you look through all the possibilities, you decide that he did a great job. You pick out your favorites for each selection and show them to Rafayel.

"This one was a great idea", he says pointing at the one of the two of you at the gallery. The pose is silly, having you both standing with your legs apart and bodies tilted sideways towards each other. "Yeah, black was a great color choice. We really stand out against the background." You say sitting next to him on the couch.

"Oh, what do you think of this one? Thomas caught us mid twirl." You scroll to the beach dance one. The sun had started setting and there were dozens of little waves on the ocean behind you. "You like this one best too?" Rafayel says tucking you into his side as he pulls up the hug. You laugh and remember telling him to jump on you with a hug. "Yeah, it's so cute!" You giggle and scroll to the other ones.

"This one sure wasn't easy." You say pulling up the swing together category. "Yeah I still find it hard to believe we got up without falling." Somehow the two of you had gotten on one swing together. You're seated on his lap facing him and you'd even managed to actually swing. "The chains did dig into my thighs a bit though." You comment offhandedly.

"Thomas is a great shot, he managed to capture the pic just before I'd pulled you into the water." The playfight pictures were all silly. One of them had Rafayel picking you up and dunking you head first into the rushing waves on the beach. That was after you'd pulled him down into the water. "Let's do this one then." Rafayel agrees with your choice.

"Which categories are left?" He asks looking at the post on his phone as you scroll through the cameras memory.

"Uh, Inseparable, hands only, and at the aquarium." You say checking the ones that have been finalized. "Alright let's see." He takes the camera from you and goes to the next group of pictures. "I like this one, I think it's the best." The two of you are standing in front of the huge fish tank, back to the camera and leaning against eachother. You're pointing at one of the fish and his head is leaning against yours. "Yeah, ok that's the one then."

"Ooh let's do this one! It reminds me of the first pic we took together. Remember our first date and you wanted to stop by that photo booth? Haha you pouted so much when you realized I wasn't completing your hand heart and was just giving a thumbs up." You laugh as his pout is back again. "Yeah, yeah ok then. Inseparable is the last one."

This category had given you the most trouble. Trying to figure out what would best suit your idea of Inseparable. Rafayel had pointed it out easily. He always wanted to hug and touch you and you'd felt silly having tried to put so much thought into something that was very obvious to him.

"Let's go with the bear hug then." You agree looking at the choices. "Oog Tara is going to be so jealous, our pics are definitely the best! Everyone is going to love your box pic. It's so funny." You laugh at the pic again. One of two you had actually taken.

"Let's hurry and post it!" You jump up and drag Rafayel to the computer and hook up the camera to load the pictures.

You select the ones you wanted after they finish up loading and create the post and tag the original.

Couple Photo Challenge!! And then your series of pics. Just before posting you tag another member of Unicorns that you know is married.

Shortly after posting, the comments start rolling in. Tara is first. You laugh at her response and the huffy emoji she used. "I told you she was gonna be jealous!" You say leaning back into Rafayel and reading the comments. "A Stupid Kind of Wonderful." You mumble, looking at him and leaning in for a kiss.

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I wanted to be extra nice to Rafayel because I've put him through the ringer with another story I posted and the emotional torture I'm about to give him in its continuation.

I wanted to write something mushy, and I hope you like it as much as I did writing it.

[lefemmerougewriter]

Well, we are [an item] just today...I admitted I loved her...and she said the same...and we kissed...and saved the world and that junk...I don't really like talking about this mushy stuff...

Catra admits that she and Adora are "an item." From my new fic, "Adora's Big Announcement and Unexpected Visitors to Bright Moon".

[starryvomit]

“it feels like we’re on vacation.”

“you say that a lot when we’re together.”

“huh — i guess i do.”

[havvmaage]

My father loves cooking

Great! You might think

It is not.

(sorry this is kinda a long one, but I would really appreciate your vote <3)

He will most likely empty the fridge into a dish, put in the oven, and serve us with a wet and/or spongy food.

The man himself loves it of course. Both of my brothers and my mother eats it. Is this action with a lot of enjoyment? I truly do not know.

After 35 years of marrige, my mother is probably used to this by now. After my own 20 years of living with this... Food, one might expect that I as well has grown used to this food. I have not. One brother eats everything, exactly like our father. For the last member of this family I can only guess, as to why he has not said anything. But alas, I am the only one to ever speak outloud of my dislike of my fathers food.

Now for the main event

This somewhat fine evening, my father cooked dinner. He called it pie, I called it swill with a side of mush. Only in my mind of course. When I spoke outloud of my distaste, in a respectable manner, my father was utterly confused

This is why I have gathered you all here: To discuss how edible tonights... Food is according to you.

I personally could, quite litteraly, not eat more than three bites.

This is a picture of the so-called pie, after I had my three bites:

This is, within my knowledge, what is im the concoction:

Pie dough (store bought)

Eggs

Tomatoes (sliced in half)

Onion (sliced big as seen in the foto)

Red pepper

Mozerella cheese (at least a week too old, I think two)

Feta cheese

Pesto (in the egg-mass)

Bacon

Pepperoni (opened four weeks ago)

Sliced salted meat (supposed to be used as meat in a sandwich) (probably also too old)

A varient of spices (none important)

The one ingrediense that killed the food for me, was the pesto. 'Twas the last droplet in a glass of water, whose last resort had been the physics of surface tention.

Now I ask of you, dear reader, fellow autist, knowing now what I knew at the time this was served in front of me, would you eat this pie?

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I truly value your oppinion, and appreciate it if you would share, for a more precise poll.

At least he didn't put fucking olives in it this time

[a-not-so-sure-artist]

Thanksgiving's already passed but I just wanted to say I'm honestly thankful for Tumblr's existence and the fact I decided to make an account! I feel like it functions at the perfect pace for me and artists in general...I'm just glad to have started posting art here, meeting such cool people and not having to fear being judged for my cringe interests or the way I draw or anything!

That's all I gotta say, TL:DR Tumblr's so cool and I love it here and I love you! thx for reading and I hope your Thanksgivings went well ^.^