#But Cute

[fcaruana]

colapinto, race like you flirt!

[silence--boy]

Mold kitty Ethan Winters! Will you accept this gift? 🥺

[sleighhethereal]

Macaque is a fucking stalker, he didn't hide it when it came to you.

He never caused you pain by any means, it was just annoying and you'd always have to look behind you or scan your surroundings to make sure you're alone.

Macaque told you he'd never invade your privacy, but you never believed him.

Then the gifts started.

You'd find little trinkets at your doorstep, with little letters stuck to it— with your name written on them because Macaque knows you'd throw it away otherwise.

The first gift was a chair.

A fucking chair.

You always complained about your back hurting when you take naps in your living room and no matter how many times I tell you to just go to bed, you never listen. So I made this to get you to shut up.

- Macaque

And it did, the fabric was so soft and it could lean back. Macaque always changed the subject when you brought it up and thanked him.

The next gift was a sweater. It was oversized and so so comfy...

I found this lying around. Thought it'd be nice for charity.

- Macaque

Yeah, sure. You've never seen Macaque wear or steal sweaters for no damn reason.

Two months passed and you hadn't received a gift. You expected them like every week, you began to get worried and tried to call him. It'd ring but he never picked up.

It was until you came back from work that you found a white letter on your doorstep.

You read it.

Just go inside lol

- Macaque

What the fuck??

You unlocked your door and gasped at the sight.

The lights were off but candles lit the table, and soft purple petals scattered your floors leading to a familiar dark-furred monkey.

He held a bouquet of your favourite flowers, seeing the stems breaking slightly from how tight his grip was on them.

You slowly walked up to him, your bag leaving your arm in the process.

His shaky sigh reached your ears.

"I gave this so much thought and... I still don't know what I'm doing." Macaque chuckled and gulped at the same time, looking down at the mess he thought he made with the petals. "I'll clean this up, don't worry."

You couldn't help the snort rising your throat. That seemed to calm him down a bit.

"You... are so amazing." Macaque started, "and so much fun to tease and be around. I find myself just wasting my time thinking about you and it never gets tiring. I want to be romantic for you, I want to help you, I hate seeing you mess yourself up over work... I love your hair, your eyes, your noise, your laugh, oh, your laugh.."

Tears welled his eyes and he turned away instantly. "Shit."

You laughed and reached for his face, turning him towards you.

Macaque sniffled slightly and leaned into your touch. "Th...Thank you for being patient with me, for letting me into your life and not hurting me. You do so much for me just by being there and listening, and just... you know."

He slowly got down on one knee.

"[Y/N]. I love you. I love you so much, and I'd love to be your partner, will you?"

You stared down at the flowers, then at him.

"...Are you asking me to be your girlfriend or your wife?"

Macaque passed and let out a laugh, pointing at you with the bouquet in his palms. "If I did, you better say yes. I'm wasting tears here instead of watching my drama show."

You laughed too and got on your knees too to hug him.

You felt the bouquet fall from his hands as they wrapped around your frame, gripping your back like you were going to disappear at any moment.

"..Is that a yes?" He asked softly.

"Of course, you shit."

[madelee]

Late night revelations

…You are alone together…

…Your alien boyfriend friend is in fact a cat…

[roshiart]

Silly pookie

[hawleywilby]

[duranian]

He’s so darling

[dailytomlinson]

A picture of Louis performing in Buenos Aires in 2022 is hung backstage at the Movistar Arena - 01.09

[prajjna]

i think.. this is cute

[heartfullofleeches]

"i need to save my money. i may not be a responsible one, but i am an adult-"

wither bonnie plush:

"damn it"

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Okay, pulls out pitch notecards, a bit of a messy Break-up BuckTommy, EddieTommy turns into Polyfire fic idea.

Buck and Tommy break up. And Tommy, distraught, becomes insular.

He closes off to everyone.

BUT!

Eddie makes his way to Tommy's place a week after.

Because.

He knows that Tommy, much like Buck, can be an idiot sometimes. He's just a different kind of idiot. And Eddie gets it - he retreats into himself too sometimes. Plus, he's Buck's best friend, so he gets the radio silence.

But he's also Tommy's friend too! So, Eddie wants to check up on Tommy.

Tommy and Eddie have a few beers at Tommy's house when Eddie convinces Tommy that it's really okay to talk about the break up with Eddie.

And.

They get to talking about Tommy's insecurities, his past relationships, his fears. They get to talking about Eddie's own problems too.

And it evolves into this talk about their feelings, their core problems, their wants, their dreams, and maybe a little drunkenly, they fall into a moment.

A kiss.

From Eddie.

That becomes another kiss.

And another.

And soon, they find themselves tangled in Tommy's bed, catching their breath, the deed done.

And Tommy feels like he should regret it.

He really feels like he should.

He wants to get back with Evan.

This should feel like a betrayal, right?

But it somehow doesn't.

And it doesn't even seem like a problem to say out loud that he still wants to be with Evan. And Eddie, surprisingly so, asks, "Well. What's our plan for getting Buck back? You should probably text him. You're the one who broke up with him. Ball's in your court. Text the man before a flour shortage happens in LA."

Which feels right.

So right.

Their plan.

So.

Tommy and Eddie start to come up with their plan to get Tommy back together with Evan Buckley, with Eddie part of the relationship now, possibly some questions asked.

[saintstars]

Gothmog wanted to hang out on your blog too

[exhausted-exho]

Handyman

Pezzy wouldn't let you do anything yourself. You were moving into his house with him, afterall. You're his princess, why would he let you do any manual labor?

He insisted on moving as many boxes as he could for you so that you could just stand around and watch. It was cute but frustrating. Especially when he brought in your gaming setup and began putting it together himself.

As much as you loved him, you could do it yourself. And you preferred to do it yourself.

It was your stuff, to be fair, and he already did so much for you. You just wanted to be able to piece it all together like you'd done in your last place.

But, to also be fair, it was really cute to see him under the desk on his back as if he were checking the undercarriage of your car rather than trying to organize all your cables so that your feet wouldn't get caught in them. It was like he was your desk mechanic. Your personal handyman.

"You know," you huffed, "I can do this myself."

"Yeah, but I like doing it for you," he said. He was mostly hidden under your desk from where you sat in your chair (which he'd also put back together for you), legs and arms crossed.

"I appreciate it, babe." And you did. But the rest came out as well. "But it is my setup. I can do it."

He peeked out at you, giving you those oh-so-familiar puppy dog eyes that always had you breaking. "I just want you to be able to relax."

"I've been relaxing all day because you won't let me touch anything." In spite of your pride you were pouting. Rightfully so but still. You didn't like pouting because it made him baby you more. "I just want to do something."

"I let you unpack the boxes," he argued.

"Yeah. And then you took whatever I unpacked and put it away."

"Not your clothes."

"Because we haven't touched those yet." It went quiet for a moment. "Max, I know you wanna help but it's more than helping when I'm barely allowed to touch my own stuff."

"You said we could do it together, though."

"Yeah. Together. Not the princess sitting by useless and pretty."

He rolled out from under your desk and sat on his knees, hands reaching out to grab your own, uncrossing your arms. He kissed one of your palms, muttering against it. "I like it when you sit pretty."

Your face flushed, fire dancing its way down your throat. "That's-I-Don't distract me! I'm supposed to be annoyed with you!"

He gave you a shit-eating grin. "I know. Let me be your hands while you sit there and be my lovely distraction and motivation."

"Not sure I can be both at the same time."

"Oh, trust me, babe, you have been all day." He kissed your palm again before getting up to leave the room. "Come on, I need to get another box and I need my supervisor around to make sure I get the right one."

With a roll of your eyes you followed him, confirming that it was the right box even though it was labeled in thick sharpie. You trailed uselessly after him but the annoyance was no longer there.

Just love for the man in front of you.

As much of a little rat he was, he was yours. And to be fully honest, none of your previous partners had treated you as well as he does. He may not have been perfect, he may be annoying, he may drive you up the wall and the pull you right back down by dumping his cat in your lap to soften your resolve, but he was a perfect fit for you.

"So can I finish my own setup now?"

"Nope."

[jiiniix]

idk if I posted this, I like doing a little ref of the character I´m going to paint on a bigger illustration

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

How are they so cute?