Proship dni for my comfort thanks.
I feel like everyone portrays F/Os as these romantic, perfect all around lovers, and while that's all well and good! I prefer F/Os who are flawed, who don't always say the right things. Who can sometimes be petty or selfish. F/Os who have a habit of seeing conflict as a contest on who can talk the loudest, instead of a conversation. F/Os who run out of patience sometimes and have to go cool off mid-conversation, even if they're right. F/Os who struggle to communicate their emotions.
I find comfort in the idea of a relationship where mistakes like that are allowed and given room to breathe. A relationship where, no matter what the conflict is, the walls eventually come down. Maybe it takes hours, maybe days until you're both calm enough to work it out. Maybe it takes several conversations to solve it, but each end in Hey. I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
You're not perfect, and neither is your F/O. That's okay. That can be beautiful, too. There's not a hug that's more comforting than the firm, tearful one after reaching mutual understanding. Knowing that you didn't mess it up too much, you didn't break things permanently. You couldn't if you tried. They missed you... and you've got some serious affection to catch up on.
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I got a Innoccent Thing to give to Violet (Macaque) first
*Hands him the protection Cusion of oogley eye stones* I saw a couple Asks back people kept throwing stones, And i thought It might help stop thoses...Googley eyesd Stones Fromm hitting you...y..you might remember but..yeah..
I have A question to Both any way, So blue if you Had to say ONE nice thing About Violet what would it be?
AND Violet If you Had been given A whole day To be nice to Blue What Would you do for him?
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hypothetically,, what would a love triangle between L, mc and Val look like? 👉👈
When you get to your spot next to [Val/L] that morning, you see a charred mess next to your computer. A charred mess that wasn’t there when you left the office yesterday— A charred mess that won’t be easy to clean. At all.
It’s not your fault. You know it’s not. But, as things stand, A is going to kill you got the catastrophic barbeque that has taken place on your spot.
A little panicked, you turn toward the only other person in the room, “Hey, L,” you hesitate and then point to the disaster that is your desk, “What’s this?”
The siren snorts, doesn’t even look at you as they take one headphone jack off their ear. They lean back on their chair in a way you know would make Cyrus nag about ‘unsafe workplace attitudes’.
“Dumitru wanted to give you flowers,” L shrugs.
“Oh,” you pause. Look at the mess, then back at L “And the... Flowers?”
They clarify, “Those are the flowers. I burned them.”
“Oh,” you pause again. “... Why?”
“You never shut up do you? I could. So I did it. There.”
Their resistance (and their flushed cheeks) manage to light up the curiosity in you, and so you try and fail for the next few minutes to get them to spill why. Keyword: fail.
(Later, when the vampire gets to work, they walk in the office carrying themself with the same airs of faint superiority. Their cold, red eyes soften when they land on you, only to harden again when they see you’re with L, and what has happened to their gift for you. Then, Val turns toward the siren.
“Greetings pet,” they address you instead, all the attention L gets from Val is a deadly and freezing glare, “I hope you, or someone you know, is fond of fish sticks.”
Unimpressed, L flips Val off, “Suck my fish dick.”)
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