#I was. drawing valentines drawing. when the drawing failed in my mind. but I wanted to keep the weirdo designs

[sunnymainecoon]

Yeah so

[lnfours]

Cutest blurb🥺

How about Tom made a handmade gift to Y/n like a scrapbook or a jar something like that and Y/n is like 🥺🥺🫶💓💖💖💞🥹

anon, this is so cute 🥺 sorry i'm just now getting to writing your request, i hope you like it!

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tom wasn't the crafty type. everyone who attended the failed paint and wine knew this. he was terrible at art, couldn't even draw a stick figure if he tried.

and beings you were the crafty type, ever since then he was determined to make you something special and 'cute'. he wanted to give you a gift that wasn't store-bought, he wanted something special to give you. something that came from the bottom of his heart.

so he thought of a brilliant idea, a scrapbook.

he had asked his mom for a few pointers beings she had made baby books for him and his brothers when they were younger. she had given him all the tips and tricks he could think of.

he even took notes.

when his mom said that it'd be nice to include things from dates the two of you had went on, his mind immediately went to the keepsake box that you had at the top of your side of the closet, the one where you kept all the photo-booth strips, restaurant receipts, movie and event tickets, everything you could possibly ever think of.

and of course he had asked you if it was okay if he went through the box, wanting to get your approval on what to take and what not to take. you were a little confused as to what he was planning.

"just go through the box and pick," you smiled, "but, can i ask why?"

he grabbed the box from the top shelf before humming back at you as you laid on the bed, "mmm, no reason. just wanna look through. maybe it'd be cute if we put together a collage and hung it up in a picture frame or something."

you furrowed your eyebrows, thankful he couldn't see your confused expression, "yeah, sounds good, babe."

and for the next few nights when you'd wander up to bed to read a few chapters of your book before falling asleep, he'd stay downstairs. in the dimly lit dining room, rummaging through the tickets and photos, picking out how he wanted each page to look. he had even made a special trip to the craft store earlier that morning to pick out stickers, fancy markers and pens, the glue dot runner his mom suggested for the photos and tickets, scrapbook paper, and designed washi tape.

he was excited to get to work. he was even more excited to see your reaction to the finished project.

and after a week and a half, and many 'is this good?' texts to his mom, the scrapbook was completed. just in enough time for your anniversary.

he had ran out and got flowers and your favorite candy to give to you along with his handmade gift. the two of you always kept it simple on your anniversary, beings it was in the middle of valentine's day and his birthday.

when you got home, he was eager to give you your gift. you laughed as he basically ran to you as you opened the door when you got home from work.

"hey," you laughed, "eager to see me?"

"always," he smiled, kissing your forehead sweetly, "come on, i've got a surprise for you."

you didn't even have time to kick off your heels before he was dragging you into the kitchen. he smiled as your eyes landed on the scrapbook, flowers, and candy. immediately 'aww'ing at his gesture.

"aww, tom," you cooed, grabbing the scrapbook from the island, "this is adorable."

the smile never left his face as you flipped through the pages, each page being a different date that the two of you went on. he had made special pages for the tickets you saved to each of the marvel movie premiers you two had gone to together. he even had the pictures he had taken on his phone of the two of you printed out so he could stick them on the spider-man scrapbook paper.

yes, he paid $15 for spider-man scrapbook paper.

the last page of the scrapbook paper was white, lace trimming on the top and bottom. you read the letters over and over again, taking in the detail. there was a diamond ring sticker, along with 4 words in white and black block letters:

'will you marry me?'

you turned to see him on one knee, smiling up at you. you laughed softly, closing the book and putting it back on the island. your vision became blurry the longer you looked at him as he sat on one knee.

"will you marry me, darling?"

you smiled, immediately nodding your head, "do you even have to ask?"

he chuckled, standing as he slipped the ring onto your finger, "is that a yes?"

you leaned up and kissed him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. his cheeks were warm as you took in the smell of his cologne and after shave. it smelled like home.

"a million times yes." you smiled, nose rubbing against his before he leaned back down and kissed you again.

"my fiancée sounds a lot better than girlfriend, huh?" he smiled, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from your face.

"couldn't have said it better myself."

[jelzorz]

You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that (i do—and it’s been about 20 months lmao)

Continuation of ia67? Please? 🥺

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do you know how far I had to scroll for this @captainjamba??? Rest of the series linked here for convenience

The Katolis Symphonic Orchestra has a Christmas concert every year. Usually it's all the classic stuff: arrangements of Silent Night, and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas that are easily recognisable and never fail, and it's, y'know, fun and all but the classics are getting a bit too classic, even for Callum. Opeli is a bit like that as a conductor: straight laced and maybe a bit too serious, which is why this year's set list is such a shock when it's sent out to him that afternoon.

It's Wednesday, and Barius' cafe is packed given it's the awkward time of two PM. It's been, what, almost two years since that Valentine's Day he came here with Rayla after rehearsal, and busy rehearsal schedules aside, it's been a pretty good two years. Rayla disappears in the early mornings for rehearsals at the studio, and Callum isn't home until nine on some nights because so many of his own rehearsals are after work (the KSO is great, but it doesn't quite manage all the bills), but they've made it work, and Callum would rather work around the weird hours than not be with her at all.

This life suits them. He hopes it will for a while yet.

The bell at the cafe door rings, and Callum looks up and grins when he spots Rayla in the doorway brushing snow off her coat. He stands as she edges her way through the crowd towards him. "Hey," he greets brightly, leaning over the table for a kiss. "How was your day?"

Rayla grimaces. "Eh."

"That bad?"

She pauses. The way her brow furrows over her eyes says it all.

Callum frowns. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I—" Rayla presses her lips together and takes a breath. "If I had to move, would you move with me?"

There's a pause. A long pause. Callum studies her over the menu on the fake-marble tabletop. "Would you want me to move with you?"

"I—" Rayla sighs and fiddles with a napkin. "I couldn't ask you to," she says quietly. "Things are going so well with the KSO, and you're sharing first chair with Claudia now, and things are good here, so I wouldn't—couldn't ask you to leave all of that behind for me, but..." She blinks like she wants to cry. "The director of Spire Ballet called me today. They've got an opening for a principal, and they want—they want me to come and audition."

"What?" Callum's lips twitch upwards. "Rayla that's amazing!"

"But I'd have to leave—"

"And I'd go with you," says Callum firmly. "No question about it. No doubt in my mind. I'd go with you if you wanted it."

"But—the KSO," says Rayla. "All your friends and family, your brother, how could I ask you to—"

"You aren't asking me," says Callum. "They don't need me. They've got Claudia. And you—" He reaches for her hands across the table and presses her knuckles against his lips. "I'd be a shit violinist without my muse."

That draws a laugh out of her, and Callum grins, pleased he managed it. "Callum..."

"I'd go with you," he says again. "Always. Wherever you went—as long as you want me along."

Another pause. Rayla blinks and lets herself smile a little more genuinely. "Really?"

"Really."

Rayla swallows and grips his hand tighter. "It's just an audition for now. I just..."

"You don't have to explain," he says. "I can see how much you want this. You deserve it. And if we have to move, we will. Okay?"

"Okay." Rayla grins at him at last, the first hints of excitement lighting her eyes. Callum's heart warms at the sight of it, which only strengthens his resolve. "Sorry," she adds. "I didn't mean to ambush you like that. It's... a bit of a shake-up, y'know?"

"Oh I know," chuckles Callum. "KSO's getting one too. Look at our setlist." He slides his phone over to her to let her see, and Rayla barks out a laugh.

"Sleigh Ride?" She squawks. "The ridiculous one with the horsey-trumpet at the end? That Sleigh Ride? That's not Opeli's style, what's gotten into her?"

"I dunno," says Callum with a laugh. "Maybe it's just a good time for change."

Rayla grins and slides his phone back. "Maybe so."

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Crescendo

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Word count: 1056

Rating: Mature

Category: angsty smut

Warnings: Sexual references, masturbation

Summary: After being told about the goings on with Mrs Martinez, Ethan takes Casey to the opera and once again the lines between professional and personal become very blurry.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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It had been a long day. He was hoping to have gotten away early but he had needed to run more tests for Naveen and despite putting as high a priority he could without drawing attention he was still waiting. He did not see her until she was at the table and she announced herself. She looked stressed so I pushed the chair out and she sat. She tells me about that day, when the deal with the devil was finalized and what I had witnessed the end of. I can see she is wracked with guilt. I knew she did it out of kindness, I knew how much Theresa resented her treatment. In a way I was happy she got to do what she always wanted. I assured Casey that she needed to feel but move on because prolonged guilt was no good to anyone. I looked at my watch as it was clear I was not getting those results tonight. I then invite her to the opera. I had hoped to have gone tonight anyway and I hoped it had the desired effect of giving her a break from today.

We arrive and she is awestruck by the beauty of the building. She looked gorgeous in her revelry and he knew it was going to test all his self control. They went to his box and settled in. Tonight the opera was Orpheus in the underworld. It was a sad tale. As it was in Italian, I narrated it for her. I could see the parallels in our situation. I could see that she could too and was caught up in the emotion. I could see her breathing heavily to keep her emotions in check. My mind went to what I had wanted to do in my dreams. I looked down and our hands were intertwined. It felt right, even though the circumstances were wrong. I was still narrating but as the story and the music came to a climax and crescendo all I could think about was being on my knees, knowing that my mouth and fingers were going to crescendo into a climax that would rival the music being played. The Opera came to an end and she kisses me. I pull away.

“You and me, it is complicated” I say quietly.

“For me it is not” she states and we kiss again. How I want to take it further. The house lights come on, ending the moment and I drop her at home.

I then make my way back to mine, again alone and the thoughts of right and wrong argued in my mind, until the salacious thoughts sought dominance in my mind and my body worked to a crescendo to win the battle.

Pizzicato.

I sat on the couch, looking at the views of Boston but all I could think about was her. Her naked body, responding to my touch, the dulcet tones that I knew would get louder as I caressed her breasts and worked my way down. The way her breath would hitch as my fingers made contact with her core. The thoughts were making me painfully hard and I started to rub myself. The music from tonight’s opera and my imagination of me fucking Casey into oblivion was a perfect symphony. I imagined her reaching her climax as the music in my mind reached its crescendo and at the climax, I experienced a hard but sweet release. The high lasted several minutes but once it was gone the cycle of regret, the cycle of reasons of why I should and could not started. The cycle this night was so vicious that sleep did not come. So he sat there, in darkness enduring the cycle.

Dulce.

Morning mercifully came. He went to the hospital early. The results were ready. The results quietened his mind about Casey. Naveen had only one month left. The shock that he had failed his long term mentor, friend, adopted father settled in slowly. This was the second person this year that he cared deeply about and was going to lose. He knew Delores was no one's fault but it was still someone he could not save. He was mulling in his misery when he was distracted by a noise on the computer. It was an email from Harper advising that there was to be an investigation into the circumstances of the death of Mrs Theresa Martinez. Ethan was not surprised but then he was angry, a third person for whom he gave a damn about was going to be lost to him. He eventually made his way out of his office to work. He was on autopilot until he came across Casey. He knew she needed him as her mentor but today was not the day. His mind was still replaying the events of the night before, coupled with everything with Naveen and the investigation, well all he did was walk away and slam the door in her face. He was then mad at himself for hurting her but he knew that any involvement with him was going to hurt her more long term.

“It is for the best” he kept telling himself all day and even when he arrived home but the thought did not stay. The why is wrong when it feels so right grew to a crescendo to again he had no choice but to relieve the tension and walk through the cycle of guilt again. He fell into a troubled sleep and awoke. He went to the hospital and saw her. How he wanted to greet her more affectionately but all he could do is tell her the results and ask if she could be there when he tells Naveen that he had failed. She agrees to come and Naveen takes the news surprisingly well. We see him off and she hugs me. I was in so much emotional tumult that I kissed her gently. At that moment I needed to give her the best chance of survival and that meant removing myself from the situatuon. I head in and quit and walk away, from the one place where I had gambled and lost everything that was near and dear to me, at least this way I thought, Casey would have a chance of still being able to practice.

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Authors note: I have written post opera from Casey’s perspective. That fic can be found here.

I decided to use some musical terms because it is the opera and it fit.

Pizzicato is to pluck with your fingers, obviously seen on sheet music for stringed instruments.

Dulce is to play softly and Crescendo means to get louder.

I hope you have enjoyed this little indulgence.

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[so-that-was-okay]

Without sounding like a terf, please explain how consensual sex with women makes someone a misogynist.

Yeah I knew my tags would draw some attention.

I don't know why you bring sounding like a terf in this ask. Buck showing misogynistic behaviors has nothing to do with consensual sex or not. Misogyny is not (only) about sex.

At the time, and I'm exclusively talking about season 1, he was still in his "frat boy" era. I think what he called a sex addiction (self-diagnosed, mind you) was just him seeing women only as sexual partners. That doesn't mean he treated them badly. In 106, he even casually told Bobby that Valentine's Day was, and I quote, "designed by women to make guys feel guilty and go into debt". Who says that? Oh, right, misogynists. But Buck grew out of that and that's also what makes him interesting.

I'm pretty sure the show wanted to show him as a womanizer who just needed an excuse to never check on his behavior only to change thanks to an older mentor (Bobby) and an independent woman (Abby). Actual hypersexuality requires therapy, medication and support groups. Buck got "better" only because he met the right people who helped him realize he just needed to grow up and stop thinking his only way around women was about sex. He really tried to connect with Abby as a person and not (only) as a sex partner. And it worked.

But season 1 also failed Buck. We could also argue that he has been assaulted by his therapist. Was he flirting with her? Probably. That doesn't mean she should have jumped on him in her practice on top of that.

So there's a lot to unpack when it comes to season 1 Buck and how he approached sex and women. Being misogynistic doesn't mean you're an abuser who listen to Andrew Tate before going to sleep. Just Buck being comfortable enough to tell Bobby women are gold diggers was a big sign about how he saw women as a group of people at the time. He'd never abuse a women or intentionally hurt one, but his mindset wasn't that great either. And it's still misogyny, just not the ugliest kind.

And finally, I love Buck as a character. I love his growth, I love how he listened to people around him instead of continually validating his own behavior, how he knew he had to change. I also appreciate how he never blamed women for his own issues.

[mihai-florescu]

UNDEAD Highschool Host Club with our beautiful beatuiful cast of hosts:

Destruction Road; the clumsy-ish biker badboy with a soft side about himself that he tries to conceal but fails and he's also quite the dreamer

Gate of the Abyss; the brooding mysterious hottie who will captivate you with the elegant charms so well needed in a host. Might even have a little bit of a sadistic side about him.

Immoral World and Nightless World; they're identical twins who's acts complement each other. Immoral World is charming and elegantly refined in his ways to make you believe you're the center of his affections, while Nightless world might be a little less elegant and refined and a tad more agressive but most certainly not less charming. They both seem to posess an inherent scaryness the kind of which that humans strangely seem to find very attractive.

Perfectly-Imperfect; the name speaks for itself. Initially he didn't want to be here but felt he had to obliege out of some debt (he is somewhat of a pushover but that is, to a some extent, part of the charm). His character arc revolves around learning how to stand up for himself instead of letting people trample over him and accepting his imperfections as part of himself of which he needn't be ashamed of.

U.S.A; he want's to be american so bad he dresses like they did in the old hollywood movies from the 50s and is always seen with some american-esque beverage in his hand. He can be seen randomly sprinkling american english slang terms into his vocabulary, something which people seem to find very endearing. He is a surfer and his favourite musician is Elvis Presley. (Could also be an exchange student but that bit is optional. Personally I prefer the earnest appreciation for the US' cultual output in a way that could mirror the way western weeaboos would like to be japanese so badly a) funnier and b) more endearing and interesting)

And last but certainly not least! The leader of the host club: Valentine Eve's Nightmare! He's like if Rei Sakuma during the War Era really was just Like That. If all of Reis coolness and charms were condensed into one person. This man exhudes Unbelievable levels of charm. Time flies when you look in his eyes and your wallet will magically empty to spend just a few more seconds with this enticing individual yet instead of feeling dejected and disappointed in yourself afterwards you feel fulfilled instead and can't anticipate your next visit enough. he's like a drug I know this approaches levels of parody but it's really giving that energy reading the lyrics.

I was thinking of a way to include death game holic in this concept too because,,, interesting concept right but it didn't seem to fit into a host club setting. Honey Milk To Taste was also a runner up opponent but I feel like he'd fit better into the butler café from across the street (Works well as an optional eighth member route though).

Sometimes there are ideas in my head that aren't even all that bad and enstars should do this for the next april fools event,,,i think maybe,,,

Could you draw the Undead Songs Host Club please this is too good... Why are enstars song ocs not a thing already actually. I know i said it before but your mind is really wonderful. Im genuinely going to think about these guys all night, trying to decide who my favorite is rn... I think Perfectly Imperfect, and I'd also definitely want to talk to USA. If you make more please share

[tameodesza]

Househusband AU: Headcanon 3

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a/n: I swear I have drafts written that are unrelated to househusbands AU, but I can’t get this AU out of my head 😭. Hopefully, I can get back to writing prompts soon, but here’s some more HCs (got carried away with writing, so it’s longer than I intended…oh well!)

Who’s the most romantic?

💍 Bret, most definitely. He usually goes the extra mile to show Shawn how much he cares about him. He’s really good at planning date nights and remembering the little things, often gifting Shawn sentimental and thoughtful gifts relating to something Shawn may have mentioned to him prior

💍 Bret sometimes surprises Shawn with secret outings, nothing too extravagant. It’s typically something as simple as driving to the countryside, walking hand in hand along a trail as they talk about whatever’s on their mind, simply enjoying each other’s presence

💍 Shawn swears the number of times his heart melts has to be at least three times a day

💍 Shawn’s favorite moment has to be when Bret took care of him when he was ill one week

“Shawn, wake up. Babe, you’ve gotta eat”

“Come on, let’s get up and brush your teeth”

“Let’s put on some clothes so I can take you to the doctor, ok?”

💍 It was sweet more than romantic, but it warmed Shawn’s heart every time Bret doted on him

💍 Bret thinks Shawn’s pretty romantic as well, though Shawn would beg to differ. It’s not in the traditional sense of candle-lit dinners or chocolate and roses for Valentines Day. But it was in Shawn’s way – learning how to cook Bret’s favorite childhood meal, making a bracelet for Bret from scratch, and attempting to draw a portrait of Bret for Valentines Day (and failing miserably)

💍Bret appreciates anything Shawn does for him

 Who’s more emotional?

💍 Shawn, and he knows it. He has no shame about it. He’s pretty sure it stems from him being the baby of the family (and he may or may not have been spoiled by his mom as a child)

💍 Bret’s childhood was pretty rough compared to Shawn’s. Being raised in a house with 11 siblings oftentimes felt like a warzone. It also didn’t help that his dad had a bad temper and was really tough on the boys

💍 Bret had learned at a young age that it was best to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, especially when a few of his siblings would make fun of him for crying. Or the time one of his siblings told his dad something Bret had told them in confidence, with the goal of getting him in trouble

💍 So he was kind of taught to hide his emotions

💍 Shawn’s seen Bret cry only a handful of times, but Bret’s gotten better at expressing his emotions to Shawn. Shawn always makes it a point to ask Bret how he feels about things, whether it’s a tough decision or something as simple as Bret’s thoughts on a movie they’d watched. He wants Bret to know his feelings, opinions, and emotions are valid and that he would always be there to listen

 What facial features do they like the most?

💍 Easily for Bret, it’s Shawn’s blue eyes. They were just too pretty not to gawk at

💍 For Shawn, it’s Bret’s eyes as well. People always talk about Shawn’s eyes, but Shawn often finds himself getting lost in Bret’s hazel eyes

💍 Shawn also loves Bret’s smile. He loves that he’s one of few people Bret genuinely smiles for, and it showcases those adorable dimples. Bret has to reiterate to Shawn that he in fact does not have dimples, just deep smile lines. But Shawn’s convinced that it’s dimples and nothing’s changing his mind

 What are their friendship dynamics?

💍 Shawn’s the closest with Hunter, of course. He considers him as his brother more than a friend. Hunter’s family accepted long ago that Shawn was part of their family. And the same goes for Shawn’s family to Hunter. Shawn has no idea where he’d be without Hunter in his life

💍 Aside from Hunter, Shawn’s closest friend is Kevin, much to Bret’s dismay. Neither man could explain it, but they just got along so well. There was never a dull or awkward moment between the two despite the fact that they had a brief fling when they first met

💍 Kevin does still find Shawn attractive, though. Who wouldn’t? And if Shawn were to come onto him one day, he’s not confident he’d exactly tell him to stop. Not that he wants that to happen though, contrary to Bret’s belief. Despite Bret’s tension with Shawn’s friends, everyone in the kliq hopes things work out between Shawn and Bret because they know Shawn would be devastated otherwise, and they’d be left to clean up the mess

💍 After getting to know Goldust, Shawn considers him a close friend of his. He loves whenever Goldust makes the trip to Calgary to keep him company. The two also hang out backstage whenever they’re on the road at the same time with their significant others. It feels nice to talk to someone else who could relate to being a husband, married to a wrestler, and living such a crazy lifestyle. Plus, Goldust always has great gossip to share

💍 Bret’s relationship with Shawn’s friend group is complicated. He doesn’t have a problem with Sean. He actually finds his company quite enjoyable. Hunter? He was forced to tolerate. And Kevin and Scott? He’d rather not be anywhere near them. He’s met a few of Shawn’s hometown friends, and they were more a lot more pleasant to be around

💍 Out of all of Bret’s friends, Shawn gets along with Steve Austin the most. They met backstage one night at a house show. Shawn was bored with no one to talk to – Hunter wasn’t on the program that night and Bret was busy most of the night. Shawn had been getting antsy, ready to go back to the hotel with Bret. He was pacing the hallway backstage when he bumped into Steve, desperately asking “hey, do you know where I can find a beer around here? Budweiser?” to which Steve responded with a grin “no, but I know where you can get a Steveweiser” and the rest was history. While waiting for Bret, Shawn hung out in Steve’s locker room. The two quickly clicked, both relating to being beer-loving southern Texans with attitude

💍 Bret found the pair odd at first, caught off guard one day when Shawn entered his locker room saying “Hey, I’m going to go hang out with Steve tonight. Wanna come?” Shawn usually did leave Bret at night to hang out with the kliq, but not Bret’s own friends. He didn’t join Shawn that night, but when one night turned to two nights, which turned to the Texans hanging out that whole week, Bret had to see what the hype was about

💍 He joined them one night, and it wasn’t much. The night consisted of the blond in Steve’s room, drinking beer, playing cards, talking about whatever, but Bret could barely keep up with the conversation. It seemed like Shawn’s southern drawl deepened around Steve, and their Texas lingo left Bret feeling like they were speaking a different language

💍 As odd as he found it, he was relieved that Shawn found someone to hang with that wasn’t the kliq. Although Bret was weary of the drinking, Steve was a whole lot better of company and more responsible than Shawn’s friends. He trusted that the man would look after Shawn

 How well do they get along with each other?

💍 Their relationship is pretty healthy. Bret considers Shawn as his best friend and Shawn the same (aside from Hunter, of course). There are no secrets between them. They tell each other everything, even if it hurts the other person. They both agreed early on in their relationship that its best to be honest and upfront with each other

💍 They don’t fight often. It’s more of light bickering or small disagreements between them, but it’s not usually anything that’ll cause alarm. There were a few times Shawn picked fights with Bret in the early stages of their marriage when Bret was away on the road, especially when Bret didn’t call him. Shawn was still getting adjusted to being a househusband and not having Bret around, so his decisions weren’t the wisest around that time. But he’s grown from that, especially as their trust in each other built over the years

💍 They have really great communication with each other. Unless Shawn’s really pissed, in which case Bret knows he must have really fucked up because Shawn gets really quiet when he’s upset. Bret would rather have the man yelling at him than ignoring him, not knowing what Shawn’s thinking

💍 Both have their flaws but they both equally put in the effort to make their marriage work

 How well do they get along with each other’s family?

💍 It took some time for Shawn’s family to come around to Bret. Shawn’s mom and sister loved him instantly. It was hard not to with how charming, polite, and sweet Bret was.

💍 Shawn’s brothers were a little skeptical at first (who’s this guy wooing our little brother?) but they were still welcoming. Shawn’s dad, on the other hand, was the wild card. He was very weary of Bret, wondering how someone who’s on the road all year could have a successful and faithful relationship with his son. To him, actions spoke louder than words, so he kept a watchful eye on the two. It took a few years and a few awkward family dinners, but Shawn’s dad did eventually accept Bret into the family

💍 Bret’s family was a bit more welcoming of Shawn. Shawn didn’t know what to expect when meeting the Harts, but Bret’s parents were so kind to him. Shawn’s very close to Bret’s parents. With his own parents being so far away in Texas, Helen and Stu were his home away from home. He calls Helen ‘mama Hart’ and Stu ‘papa Hart.’ It was originally ‘daddy Hart, but Bret expressed to Shawn how uncomfortable it was for him to hear Shawn call his dad ‘daddy’. Shawn’s undoubtedly their favorite son-in-law 

💍 Shawn was loved by most of Bret’s siblings, which is already an accomplishment within itself. And of course Shawn’s favorite Hart sibling is Owen who loved Shawn almost as much as Bret. However, with there being so many siblings, there was bound to be a few Shawn wasn’t too fond of. Bruce and Elizabeth were the main ones that came to mind

💍 Shawn had a verbal spat with Elizabeth once, the blond man taking up for Bret when Elizabeth started throwing low blows Bret’s way in an argument, such as discrediting his wrestling ability or commenting on how she didn’t see what Shawn saw in Bret. Bret had to hide the proud smile on his face at how Shawn didn’t back down and wasn’t afraid to go toe-to-toe with her

💍 However, that was nothing compared to Shawn’s issue with Bruce who’d called Shawn a gold digger at a family dinner. It became a whole thing: Shawn freezing at the word, truly shocked that he would be accused of that, Bret taking up for Shawn, Bret and Bruce almost getting into a fist fight, Shawn having to hold Bret back and guide him outside towards their car, Bret threatening to never come around again if that’s how they’re going to treat Shawn. Bret’s parents begged them to stay, but the night was already ruined, and Bret just wanted to get Shawn away from the situation

💍 Family gatherings are still a little awkward, but there’s not nearly as much tension now that years have gone by since the incident

💍 Shawn’s saving grace has been his close relationship with the other in-laws: Jim, Davey, and Martha. He felt like they had their own support group, there for each other when the Hart family got wild

 Thoughts on kids?

💍 Shawn’s really great with kids, but they’ve both agreed that they don’t desire to have children of their own. They have plenty enough nieces and nephews to keep them busy

💍 After getting married, they felt the pressure from Bret’s family. They were constantly getting asked about their thoughts on adoption or if they considered getting a surrogate. It even got to the point of Bret’s mom saying she knew a girl who’d carry their baby….weird

💍 Everyone eventually backed off once it was evident that the couple wasn’t going to budge. They were perfectly happy just having each other

💍 Besides, tending to their flower garden and watching their flowers grow was like raising kids in Shawn’s opinion

 Any tattoos/piercings?

💍 Shawn has two lobe piercings in his left ear and one on his right. And he also has a belly button piercing (both his and Bret’s favorite)

💍 Shawn has multiple tattoos including: the state of Texas on his calf, a Canadian leaf on his thigh, a heart with a dagger on his arm, a wedding band with the letter B in the middle on his ring finger, and Bret’s favorite, a heart on his ass cheek 

💍 His most recent tattoo was the one he got on their first-year wedding anniversary. It was a tattoo on his rib of Bret’s name in cursive with the hitman logo to the right of it. Hunter argued up and down with Shawn to not get someone’s name tatted on him. It’s the cardinal rule! But Shawn didn’t care. He loved this man and had no doubts they’d be together forever

💍 A little-known fact is that Bret’s afraid of needles, which is one of the reasons why he went the longest time without having any tattoos or piercings. He did eventually get a matching tattoo with Shawn, getting the same wedding band tattoo on his ring finger, but with an S in the middle instead

💍 Shawn held Bret’s other hand the whole time, allowing Bret to squeeze his hand whenever the pain became too much. Bret’s love for Shawn grew tenfold that day

 Any pet peeves?

💍 Shawn hates when Bret doesn’t tell him ahead of time that they have guests coming over. Shawn usually walks around the house with as little clothes as possible, whether it’s him walking around shirtless or wearing a silk robe with nothing underneath. Bret was lectured by Shawn to give him ample warning after a particularly embarrassing moment when Owen and Martha showed up unannounced, rounding the corner into the living room to see Shawn only wearing his favorite booty shorts, which were so tight they left nothing to the imagination

💍 Shawn calls Bret ‘Bretford’ or ‘Sergeant’ when being a smart ass. Bretford’s not even his real name, but Bret finds it entertaining when Shawn says it. However, he does not find being called Sergeant entertaining. Shawn usually says it when he’s pissed or feels like Bret’s bossing him around, insinuating that Bret’s treating him like a drill sergeant. Whenever he tells Shawn to stop, Shawn just innocently says “What? It’s your name, right?” and that always grinds his gears

💍 Bret also hates when Shawn walks away from arguments. It’s not like Shawn’s one to run from an argument. Lord knows he’s argued with Hunter more than enough. But he knows how he gets when he’s heated. When it comes to Bret, he doesn’t want to say something he’ll regret

 Insecurities?

💍 For both of them, age is an insecurity, but for different reasons. For Shawn, he wonders if he’s mature enough to be with Bret. Although he’s definitely grown as a person since being married, he still has issues with his attitude. His patience isn’t as great as Bret’s, sometimes leading to him snapping at the man. His biggest fear is Bret getting fed up with him one day and leaving

💍 For Bret, sometimes his mind drifts to if Shawn finds him boring, if he’d be happier with someone his own age. Shawn’s friends are pretty wild and Bret’s nothing like them. But Shawn promptly reminds him that there’s nothing out there better for him. “I’ve dated men my own age, Bret. And look where it led me…to you”

💍 Bret’s sexuality has also caused self-doubt in Shawn. While Shawn’s strictly dickly, Bret identifies as bisexual. Shawn sometimes wonders if Bret would ever chase after the traditional life and leave him for a woman. It was silly, really. But when he’s left all alone in an empty mansion for months at a time, it’s easy for his thoughts to run wild. Bret eases Shawn when he tells him that if the traditional life doesn’t include him, then he doesn’t want it

💍 Money has also been a topic of discussion. Shawn isn’t a materialistic person, but Bret introduced him to the finer things of life (expensive watches, necklaces, earrings, rings, etc.). He appreciates it, but he wants to be able to do the same for Bret. The couple shares a bank account, but it’s mostly Bret’s money. Bret tells Shawn he can buy whatever he wants with it. “What’s mine is yours.” But Shawn still wrestles with the fact that he’s not contributing financially to the marriage

💍 In the beginning stages of dating, Shawn was insecure about his body hair. He’d never been self-conscious about it before until he started dating Bret, noting how well-groomed the older man was. He wondered if he should make more of an effort to be hairless, but it was more work than he was willing to put in

💍 He’d gotten a full body wax once…sort of. He was too embarrassed to go to a professional. So, unfortunately for Hunter, Shawn enlisted the help of his best friend who wished he could wipe his memory of the experience.

“I’m not going anywhere near your dick!”

“Oh don’t act like you haven’t seen it before. Now help me wax my legs!”

💍 Hunter was still traumatized

💍 Fortunately for Shawn, and inadvertently Hunter, that was the first and last time he had to go through that experience. When Bret seemed indifferent to Shawn waxing, noting that he didn’t have a preference on the blond’s body hair, Shawn felt instant relief, “Oh, thank god. I feel like a naked mole rat!”

 Extras

💍 Shawn’s very protective of Bret. Everyone sees Bret as this big tough guy with no emotions, but Shawn knows Bret’s really a softie. He’s a very sweet, sentimental guy and tends to take things to heart more than the average person. Shawn coddles him, Hunter sometimes having to remind Shawn, “he’s a grown ass man, not a baby” whenever Shawn freaks out over Bret getting the slightest scrape from wrestling. Bret must be protected at all costs

💍 It still baffles Bret how much of his life he spent without Shawn being in it. Saying he depends on Shawn for survival wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Shawn reminds Bret to eat, remembers appointments, makes sure bills are paid on time. You name it. Plus, he’s a great cuddler. Bret’s dubbed Shawn as his support human

💍 Bret’s really talented at drawing, and he often uses Shawn as his muse. Shawn loves laying on the couch, sprawled out like Rose from Titanic as Bret draws whatever his heart desires. Bret repeatedly has to tell Shawn to sit still, the younger man incapable of staying in one position for more than a minute

💍 Shawn has a binder full of Bret’s art, most of it consisting of portraits of himself. Hunter called him conceited for it, but it’s not Shawn’s fault that he’s the inspiration for most of Bret’s drawings

💍 Although Shawn’s a country boy, he’s a total disco queen. More often than not, Bret would return home to Shawn blasting classic 70’s and 80’s disco throughout the house, unashamedly gyrating his hips to the beat. Abba, The Bee Gees, and Earth Wind & Fire were stuck on repeat 

💍 There was a point in the beginning stages of their relationship where they almost broke up due to Shawn’s drug use. The last time he used heavily was in college. However, he picked it up again and it slowly became a normal part of his routine whenever he hung out with the kliq, taking an unknown amount of somas or whatever was being offered at the time. Bret quickly became concerned when Shawn would come stumbling into his hotel room, clinging onto Hunter as he guided him to the bed, so incoherent that it was impossible for Bret to have a conversation with him. When it became a frequent occurrence, Bret adamantly told Shawn he needed to stop, to which the blond agreed. But it didn’t last long. It never did

💍 However, the final straw came when Shawn got so fucked up to the point of needing to be rushed to the hospital. Bret gave Shawn an ultimatum: either cut it out or they were done. He wasn’t going to sit by and watch Shawn ruin his life, especially when the blond was not making any efforts to better himself. It wasn’t a tough decision for Shawn. Just the thought of Bret leaving him shattered his heart. He wasn’t about to ruin what he was building with Bret. He’s never touched drugs ever since. Alcohol was another story, but Bret would rather deal with that than Shawn’s reckless drug use

💍 Shawn’s invite to the Slammy’s as Bret’s plus one was a huge deal.  Only their close friends and family knew of their relationship. Shawn was worried, asking Bret if them showing up together would be too obvious. “Well, maybe it’s time to make it obvious” was Bret’s reply

💍 Owen’s their unofficial marriage counselor, both men often venting to him about their light annoyances. For Bret, it was usually him complaining about how annoying Shawn’s friends were. He couldn’t exactly complain to Shawn about that as the younger man always took up for them. For Shawn, it was whenever he was frustrated with Bret and needed to be reminded that not all Harts were insufferable. Owen tries hard to act as a neutral party, but there are times where he picks sides, and more often than not he sides with Shawn, oop 🫢

💍 Bret likes playing in Shawn’s hair. Whether it’s running his hands through the soft blond hair or attempting (and failing) to put it in a ponytail. Shawn let’s him do whatever style he wants, just loving the attention Bret gives him

[kiwicopia]

Hi ! I’m here for a Genshin impact and Hsr romantic matchup with a male character

Sexuality : Straight

In my free time I enjoy reading, playing video games, listening to music, doing crochet, drawing, learning new languages, dancing and swimming.

Apparence : Long wavy/almost curly light brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes. I’m pretty tanned. 5’4,so I’m kinda short and normal weight though on the curvy side(I have a pear shaped body).

So about my personality: my mbti is intj, enneagram 5w6 I’m mostly withdrawn, individualistic, introverted and very honest even blunt at times. I need a lot of alone time.When im with people i’m close with, I tend to be more cheerful and energetic, im also quite sarcastic. One of the thing that stands out the most about me is that I’m extremely determined, ambitious and eager to learn new things. However, I do have some very specific subjects/ hobbies I tend to get hyper focused on.I’m also very observant and attentive which makes me a good listener, especially for my friends who I value very much and try my best to be considerate with( for example by avoiding being too blunt).

I can be very anxious at times and I’m extremely cautious with people I don’t and sometimes do know, I have a hard time opening up and I’m an over thinker.

I suffer from insomnia and probably a bit of social anxiety too, and I absolutely despise small talk. my love language is physical touch and act of services.

For Valentine’s Day I think I would just like a cozy day at home, like just spending the day lazing around together, cooking together, reading together, that would be great !

Thank you very much!

Diluc grew fond of you the more time you spent at Angel's Share, sitting in a corner and nursing your drink. He kept a watchful eye on you, making sure drunk or flirtatious patrons wouldn't bother you. That, and because he grew to like you. The more time went on, and he finally initiated contact, the more he learned about you and soon fell in love, hard. Diluc is quite a spoiler with gifts, but he always chooses the ones with the most meaning. Items that always showcase his love for you, that let him know he's been listening. Having a romantic day indoors is fine with him. He'll cook dinner, and he doesn't mind if you help. He loves the time you both spend together and cherishes it, which is why he tries to make today as perfect as possible. A nice meal with his darling, and a few sensual kisses to let you know how he truly feels about you.

Opposites attract, and that's exactly what Aventurine believes. His initial approach with smalltalk failed when he realized that you hated it, but he didn't give up. He was able to get past all that after a few more attempts, and didn't hesitate to want to call you his. The blond loves that you enjoy physical touch, because he always has to have a hand touching you in some way. Holding yours, on your shoulder, your hip, your back, etc. It's just a way to let him know that you're still there and still with him, that you're real and not a figment of his wild imagination. He's a bit bummed that you don't want to go out to celebrate this special day, but the thought of a cozy night indoors gives way to other ideas. An adept cook who doesn't mind showing off for you in the kitchen, and he gets even more of an ego boost when you compliment his cooking. It's a night well spent with you, and he'll end it with a few kisses if you let him.

[lexa-griffins]

I have a sappy farm clexa headcanon for Valentine's Day. Adorable toddler Saige asks her cool big sister Madi to help her make a card so she can ask Clarke to be her Valentine's 🥹

Saige is giggling as she hides the card behind her back when she waddles up to her momma. She pokes her momma in the leg who looks down adoringly on her daughter and says, "Yes, baby?"

Saige shows her momma the pretty handmade card with a cute blob drawing on the front of what looks like Clarke and herself enveloped in a large heart

"Surprise momma! Look, I made you a card. Read pwease." Saige beckons in her cute toddler voice

Clarke grabs the card from Saige and opens it to read (clearly in Madi's handwriting) - "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Yes Saige! Of course I'll be your Valentine baby." Clarke immediately cries out as she tries to hold in her tears but fails. Saige squeals enthused by her momma saying yes.

"Momma, up up! I wanna give you kisses." Saige begs as she lifts her chubby little arms up. Clarke then picks up her cute tiny look-a-like and swings her in the air. When she stops, Saige is laughing uncontrollably and smothers her momma's cheeks with kisses

"I lub you momma! This is the best valentine's day ever! Now it's your turn to give me kisses." Saige politely asks as she looks lovingly into her momma's eyes

"Of course baby. Whatever my Valentine's date wants, she gets." Clarke chokes out as she's overcome by emotion. Saige immediately blushes from her momma's words calling her "my Valentine's date." Soon after Clarke is peppering Saige's face with kisses who blushes even more from her momma's affection

Lexa is in the background trying not to cry at how adorable her wife looks right now with their daughter. Feeling a slight pang of jealousy, Lexa tries to join in the action. She leans forward hoping to plant a tender kiss on Clarke's cheek before a tiny grubby hand is shoved into her face

"No mommy! Momma is my Valentine today. No kisses for you. All kisses for me." Saige pouts when she sees her mommy trying to steal her momma from her. Lexa can't help but chuckle because grumpy Saige looks exactly like a mini version of her wife when she's grumpy.

Lexa concedes defeat and leaves the two of them alone to continue being sweet and cute with each other on Valentine's Day. In the back of her mind, Lexa knows that she'll still have Clarke for Valentine's Night

Oh my gooooooooooooooooood this is so cuuuuuuuteeeeeeeeeee :'))))))))))))))))))

Oh my god i love them so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Look at Saige deciding she's gonna be the one to ask mama!! Lexa and Clarke had kind of taken the day off (which just means doing the minimum possible around the farm, never really completely off) to spend some time with the girls and each other but the entire day after Saige asks Clarke to be her valentine she will not let go of Clarke what so ever. Lexa wouldn't mind so much if her daughter was so adamant about not letting her kiss her wife on valentine's day nor even letting Lexa give her a kiss (because with so many kids timelines are important id say this is probably when Lexa's just a few weeks pregnant with the twins so she's feeling extra needy with Clarke's attention). Her and Clarke were supposed to have a little cuddle session while Saige took a nap but her youngest has kidnapped her mama and made her nap with her, which is so freaking cute to see them laying down together but still gets Lexa pouting a little. Luckily for her Madi steps in and cuddles with her, assuring mommy she'll be her valentine's since mama has Saige. Honestly Lexa could not have asked for sweeter kids :')

And yes yup, even if the day doesn't turn out how they had planned, Clarke will finally manage to get back to their room after Saige fell asleep and now she gets to show her second Valentine all the love she deserves - and between their babies and the pregnancy nothing really makes Lexa fall harder in love with Clarke then seeing her be such a wonderful mom 🥰🥰

[ithinkabouttzu]

Take all the time you need <333 for my ship request, id like a male ship with the pacific please! i'm filipina, 5'6''-7 range, a Leo sun, Taurus moon and Cancer rising. Im in my last year of college in liberal studies. I love to watch tv, youtube videos, read, write fics and poetry, draw and paint. Im listening to a lot of emo/punk rock music, but right now its goth rock music ! I squeeze in kpop music here and there; my fave kpop groups are blackpink, twice, (g)i-dle and red velvet! My fashion is a mix of grunge/punk and goth (its mostly all black and dark colours at this point) Im currently saving money for the TWICE concert right now so Im working really hard. I'm kind of introverted and sarcastic most of the time. I have faded copper red hair cos my jet black roots are growing. I used to wear euphoria themed makeup but its kind of altered to a new style due to my dark phase lol. I also love learning French, Portuguese and Tagalog whenever I can bc I would love to travel one day. I hope this is ok!! <3

Yes thank you sm for the request lovely!! 💗

I ship you with…

Eugene Sledge!

Song recommendation: Only - LeeHi

-Okay cute couple alert 🚨🚨🚨🚨‼️

- hear me out, but y’all would be like adorable and y’all’s looks would compliment each other so nicely omg 😫

- Black Cat gf and Golden Retriever bf type couple fr

- Right off the bat I think he would find you so pretty! Like he would be so nervous to come up to you because you’re like super cool and edgy and he’d be scared to mess something up or embarrass himself LOL

- He LOVES how different your style is from his! Like you’re so different from the basic girls he sees everyday so you would be honestly so refreshing to admire for him LOL

- One day he’d be just like looking around, and he’d find your drawings, and he find would them so pretty! I think he would be fascinated at how good you are at drawing

- I think he would find you so damn cool in general! Like you can speak multiple languages, you can draw amazing, your gorg, and you’re a good writer. (his dream girl omg)

- He would love your painting SOOO much, and everytime you draw something new he wants to be one of the first people to see it (he’s a supportive bae) like he honestly thinks you’re good at everything tbh.

- He’d like your sarcastic humor A BUNCH, he’s not very good at sarcasm but he likes to hear it from you, also he doesn’t like when anyone else is sarcastic BUT you (snafu’s jealous LMAO 😭)

- What a cute introverted couple AHHH i’m shipping so hard

- One date night, y’all had the idea to like draw each other which is so cute tbh, but like you actually draw him so well and it looks realistic while his on the other hand is literally a stick figure LOL (it’s the thought that counts though)

- He would be such a thoughtful and sweet boyfriend though 🥺, like if you’ve been wanting something for a long time ( like those twice tickets for example) He would def by those tickets for you to go to and he’s just so cute omg 😭

- Or like if you wanted a certain type of filipino meal he would try to make it for you and surprise you with it, he would get all the ingredients and he so serious on cooking the best meal ever, dude turns into Gordon Ramsey for a bit LOL

- Omg i could see y’all just traveling together and getting to learn all these different cultures and customs y’all would have so much fun

- Also I could just see you trying to teach him some french, bc like he thinks the language is so beautiful, and he is so attentive when you teach him and ends calling you little pet names in french

- goth rock might not be his fav but he’s def into listening to it when hes with you, he really doesn’t mind if it means you enjoy it

- canon: one time, he tried to write a romantic poem for you on valentine’s day, and failed horribly 😭 but it was so cute because you could tell he tried hard on it, even though it was adorable and it surely made your heart melt

- Y’all would have the cutest little stay - in date nights omg, I think gene would set everything up, snacks and all. you guys would be like watching your fav tv shows with some of the best cuddles EVER

- But overall y’all would be such a cute couple and i think y’all would get along like so gooddddd 😫 y’all would even each other out so nicely and yalls relationship would be so smooth and steady!!

Thank you again for your request and I hope you like it 🤞🏼💗!!!

[scarletooyoroi]

A gentle, yet affectionate poke touches his back to draw his attention to her. Delicate fingers dig slightly on the small and ornamented chocolate bag behind her back. Roseate lips beam in a smile when his attention is to her, and so she presents him with the teal chocolate bag for him to take. "Here!" Aquamarine irises look intently at him with the weight of expectation carrying her Lotuslight eyes as she insists with her hands that she takes the bag.

"It wasn't too long since I started liking chocolates, but as you see..." Bashful she scratches a bit the side of her face, rose hues blooming on her cheeks. "I have to keep my silhouette in order to follow my dream in full. Would you like to eat them together?"

Never has he been more thankful to be reaching the ends of a successful negotiation, a new ally gained in one of his many smaller journeys within Sumeru. ..That said, once feeling that poke, the blonde was certain the twinkle within his new associate's eye was immediately confirmed to be damnable as that hidden smirk shows that all the dots were being connected within the blink of an eye.

"I think this signifies a time we can conclude our current dealings, Mr.Fixer, how about you pay mind to what's truly important here?" The merchant lifts an amused brow, clearly intrigued by this new note of information, all the same, happy to see some liveliness within Sumeru's struggling atmosphere.

"Right." Thoma agrees, shifting his stance to the side, clearly more invested in letting his time and focus melt towards the Lotuslight. "Until the next time."

Next time. Any silver tongued remarks found themselves immediately diluted and dissolved the instant she came into the picture. Just catching that measure of scarlet from the corner of his eyes had him turning around fully, caring little about the merchant's departure and focusing wholly on the lovely soul who managed to whisk him away with so little effort. Somehow, what he reveals upon his features now feels so distinctly genuine now that he's out of business mode, settled on the grounds where he wants his true self to be seen.

That happens to always be the case when Nilou is brought into the equation.

"And a good afternoon to you!" He notes with that same fuzzy warmth in his tone, committed solely to her before a lovely surprise is unveiled by her burst of courage. Anything that was about to be added found itself dying upon his lips, happily relenting in order to drink in the view of that presented bag of morsels that denotes a particular holiday to the many lovebirds within Teyvat.

"This is--!" Its difficult to stop that excitement from leaping too clearly from his throat, a failed effort he'll simply live with like many energized instances she imbued into him. The offer dances upon honeyed words that creates a suggestion, and in truth, the thought causes him to bask within that fondness as his hands reach forth, one cradling underneath the back of her's, another positioning a brushing touch along the bag of chocolates in itself.

An amused brow draws up at the presented reasoning. "And what if I were to tell you, that I'd love to share these, doubly so, considering the particular holiday you managed to secure these?" The playfulness melts into a loving heat as he brings her hand closer, drawing a soft kiss upon one of the dancer's fingertips.

"Happy Valentines day, Nilou, let's get to our familiar spot and try these properly."

@haftkarsvar

[snippetsearch]

Earlier, around 2:20pm, I almost got ran over. I was walking to university, listening to the new Caroline Polachek album on my headphones. I was near the end of “I Believe”, and was so lost in the song that I didn’t look to the right when I crossed the road— in that moment a car roared past, only inches from hitting me. If I had crossed probably half a second earlier I would have been hit — critically injured, comatose, or dead.

I was okay, though. I wondered if this was supposed to be the kind of near-death moment that changed people’s lives, and took stock to see if it had changed mine. First impression: not really. I wondered if that attitude reflected the idea that 20-somethings think they’re invincible. I continued to walk to school, pretty unphased.

I thought about what would have been the last things I’d done if I had died, and made a little list in my head:

- The day before last, I had visited my parents and aunt. It was a very happy visit, so I decided that it would have been fitting as a final one if I had died.

- That night, I sat in the kitchen and talked with my flatmates, and we compared our fortunes from a Cantonese palm-reading website. We had laughed a lot, cracking jokes about each other’s fates in marriage, love, and careers. It was a really nice conversation, so I decided I was satisfied if it was a final one.

- I had handed in my final dissertation for university yesterday. That night, I had stayed up late to hear the new Polachek album and discussed each track with my best friend. I decided this would be a nice thing to leave as our last discussion: sharing something we were both excited for and enjoyed together. If I had died they would have that album to remember me by.

- That morning, I had taken a walk in the park and got a Diet Coke in the cafe at the top of the hill. It was a sunny and hazy winter day: my favourite kind of weather. I sat there and drew in my sketchbook, sending the drawing to a couple of friends. I was proud of it— it was based on an illustration by Egon Schiele, but I had tried to make it my own. If that was my last drawing I think it was pretty representative. I imagined my friends releasing it after my death, and felt content.

- I’d eaten carrot soup and a wholewheat roll for lunch. That’s a pretty humble last meal, which felt good. It wouldn’t sit right with me if it was a Tesco meal deal or something opulent. The simpler, the better.

- I realised that it was Valentine’s Day. Dying on Valentine’s Day would have been a pretty literary and romantic end, which felt satisfying. 02-14 is also a good sequence of numbers. I think I’d be annoyed if I died on an odd-numbered day of an odd-numbered month. I resolved that years in the future, if I was already on the way out then Valentine’s Day would be a nice date to surrender myself.

Weighing everything up, I realised how content I would have been if that was my final moment. Sure, I had a few loose ends untied and a couple of secrets left lying around, but that’s forgivable and expected. Of course, I had failed to live the rest of my life and had never done all the things that I was about to, planned or unplanned. That’s sad, of course, but I realised how content I was with what I’d done up to then. Likewise, I didn’t want to put my friends and family through any grief at all— I really was mindful of how much it would destroy the people that loved me, but it wasn’t like I was trying to die, though. I was just weighing up the outcomes of a freak accident that I didn’t have control over.

I made a mental note to be more careful when crossing the road, laughed a little at how self absorbed the whole train of thought had been. (Although I think it’s forgivable to spend time thinking about how you’d be remembered in a moment like that.)

I continued the walk to university, enjoying the rest of the album as I walked. At a zebra crossing, I bumped into a friend of mine, and waved at her. When I crossed the street to speak to her, however, I realised that she was ghost-pale and shocked about something. She told me not to walk down the street she had approached from, that someone had been ran over, and that it must have been at high speed because long streaks of blood were covering the street. I gave her a hug to calm her down and made sure she was okay, and then continued my walk, chewing it over. I’m still not sure what to think, but the coincidence feels a little meaningful. I had almost been ran over, and everything was set up for it to have been a good moment to die tragically young. But I had been spared, and someone else was struck— who knows, maybe even by the same driver!

I wasn’t sure what I think about it, so I wrote it all down to try to figure it out. (That’s this writing). I hoped it would reveal an answer from the pattern, but there wasn’t something immediately special I could take from it, only this: I’m sad that person was hit, and despite the fact that it would have been a good ending, I’m glad that I wasn’t. That’s awfully plain, but maybe that’s just because it’s true. Something more poetic would probably be a little deceptive or constructed.

Anyway, I’ll continue with my day. I have some homework to take care of, and this evening I’ll go to a life drawing class with my flatmate. And then I’ll live the rest of my life after that.

[bored-writer101]

X Reader Masterlist

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Nightmares | Bucky comforts you after you have a nightmare.

Good Morning | Waking up with Bucky, who doesn’t want you to get out of bed.

You Deserve The Word | Bucky can’t help but think that he doesn’t deserve you, but you assure him that isn’t true.

Five Years Later | Five years after the blip, there seems to be a way to bring back everyone… including your lost love.

Distraction | You wanted to finish unpacking your new home, but Bucky had other plans.

Tom Holland!Peter Parker

Will You Be My Girlfriend | Peter takes Y/N on a late night swing through the city before popping a very important question.

Cuts And Bruises | When Peter shows up bruised and bloody, you make sure to clean him up and take care of him.

Bedtime | Peter visits you late at night after patrol. He forces you to go to bed and get some much needed sleep.

You’re Spider-Man? | After it comes out that Tony Stark visited Peter, you make him tell you the real reason why.

Druig 

Never Leave Again | After many years apart, you set out to reunite with your love, Druig.

Foggy Neslon

Happy Valentine’s Day | After a tough day you completely forget about Valentine’s Day. Foggy, being the amazing boyfriend he is, does his best to cheer you up with an amazing night.

Stranger Things

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Steve Harrington

I’ll Always Be There For You | Steve does his best to avoid admitting his fear of horror movies to you. But during a movie night with the kids, you let him know that there’s no reason to be embarrassed.

Eddie Munson

I Promise | After you defeat One, you run back to your best friend, Eddie. You promised him you’d make it back alive to tell him a big secret you’ve kept from him for a long time.

More Bats | You can’t stop yourself from drawing more bats down eddie’s arm in pen, but you didn’t think he was actually going to get them tattooed on him.

Name Three Songs | You're wearing one of Eddie's Metallica tees when a guy tries to get you to name three songs. Eddie swoops in just in time to tell the guy to fuck off.

Jonathan Byers

Should I Stay Or Should I Go? | While your singing and dancing around Will’s room, trying to cheer him up, Jonathan comes home. He can’t stop himself from asking you a question he’s wanted to ask you for a long time.

Robin Buckley

We’re Supposed To Be Studying | You invited robin over to study, but she’s more interested in going through your things.

Bye Billy | You’re waiting for Robin after work, when Billy comes up to you. He doesn’t seem to be getting the hint that you’re not interested.

Eleven Hopper

You’re Cute When You’re Angry | Eleven helps calm you down after you get angry about failing a test.

Supernatural

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Castiel

Crooked Tie | Castiel’s crooked tie drives you crazy. He becomes very confused when you start to fix his tie every time he shows up. One day he finally confronts you, asking you why you always fix his tie.

My Angel | You had fallen right into their trap. The angels were using you as bait to get Castiel. They made the mistake of underestimating him.

Sam Winchester

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Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Dean Winchester

Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It’s Always Been You | You go to see Spencer at his apartment to check up on him. It’s been two weeks since the fiasco with maeve and he hasn’t left his apartment. While you’re there, the secret you’ve kept in all this time is revealed.

Aaron Hotchner

Worried | When you are kidnapped by an unsub, Hotch will do anything and everything to get you home safe.

BBC Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Sneaky Cigarette | John convinced you and Sherlock not to smoke, but one day the two of you can’t help it.

Serenade Me | You’re bored out of your mind, so you decide to play Sherlock’s violin. He comes home to see you playing.

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

You’re My Happiest Memory | You and Neville find out your each other’s others happiest memory when trying to conjure your patronus.

Friday The 13th (2009)

Clay Miller X Reader | You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Corrupt-a-Valentine: Office Hours

Wish: I wish Andy Barber was my sugar daddy and chose to send valentine's with me requested by @darcygirl

Warnings: forced creampie, coercion, dub/noncon, controlling Andy.

Please reblog and leave some feedback. I really appreciate all your input and interaction. I hope y’all enjoy these drabbles.

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‘Laurie thinks I’m marking. You wearing what I sent you?’ Andy’s text flashes up as you sit buried in books atop your narrow dorm bed.

‘On Valentine’s?’ you reply, hoping you can finagle your way out of another meeting.

‘Our first,’ his message blips up and you sense the tone even without hearing him say it.

You stare at your phone as you consider a response. ‘I have papers due, sorry.’

‘Is that a no?’ he’s quick to challenge your excuse.

You put your phone down and take a breath. He makes you so nervous. Ever since that day when everything changed. When he became more than your professor. The words play over in your mind each time you anger him.

“...and if you fail my class, you lose that scholarship, don’t you?”

It was a threat, clear as day, and in the moment, even months after, you wonder why you? Were you that pathetic? Did he see right through you? Know in an instant how you are.

“...don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll get just as much out of me as you’d lose otherwise…”

Your phone vibrates and takes you out of the memory. You answer quickly, fumbling the phone against your cheek as you squeak your greeting.

“You ignoring me now?” Andy’s timbre is unbendable and you gulp.

“No, I was about to–”

“I’m in my office. Waiting.” He says pointedly, “but if you want, I’ll come find you, sweetie.”

“I’ll… be there,” you surrender as you shove your textbooks away, “twenty minutes.”

“Fifteen,” he insists, “I’m fucking hard already.”

“Fifteen,” you repeat as you open the drawer, searching for the panties he gave to you, hidden in your last essay, “coming.”

“You will be,” he promises and hangs up.

You lean on the short dresser and close your eyes, bracing yourself for the stern professor.

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You open your coat a reveal the ridiculous get-up. Tiny tee shirt, no bra, short pleated skirt, and your panties peaking out from beneath the hem. The stockings reach your thighs, every piece chosen by the man leaning back in his leather chair expectantly. He bought every piece, that fact never forgotten.

“You’re late,” he admonishes, his cock already out as he was stroking himself before you even entered, “look how you got me waiting.”

And his wife? She’d be waiting for him, wouldn’t she? You ignore the thought and force a grin as you round his desk, dropping your coat on the floor.

“Tell me how you want it, professor?”

“Turn around,” he purrs, hand still moving up and down as he groans.

You do as he says and he wheels his chair closer, hooking his arm around your waist pulling you back. You catch yourself on the arms of the chair as his tip prods your ass. He curls a finger beneath the fabric and tugs it aside, angling his cock past the crotch easily. He guides you back, lifting you onto his lap as he spreads your legs over his.

You sink down his length as he reclines and the chair creaks at the sudden shifts. He frames your hips as you settle atop him and you gasp. He pushes your legs wide as he rocks you slowly.

“Touch yourself, sweetie,” he urges, “but be quiet.”

You clamp your lips shut and obey, fingers sending a shock through your clit as you delve between your folds. You follow the motion, the pressure quickly building as you slicken around him.

“Sweetie, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he runs his hands up to your chest as you keep your hips titling, “can I cum in you?”

“Wha– no,” you’re almost shocked by how quickly he’s reached the edge, “I told you–”

“But, sweetie,” he hugs you as he kneads your tits and draws you back against him, lifting you as he moves his hips below you, “it’s valentine’s.”

“No,” you push on the chair as he clings to you.

“Come on, sweetie, just this once,” he pleads as he speeds up, his voice catching in his throat.

“Let me go,” you utter, “please, don’t–”

He dips his hand down and covers your clit with two fingers, rolling your tender bud to silence you as you choke on your defiance. He forces you down as he impales you, his body tensing and muscles tightening as he gurgles.

“Too late,” he mutters as you feel the warmth flood you suddenly, “too…”

He thrusts through his climax as you squirm against him, the sickly flow dripping onto your panties as he continues to fuck his cum into you. You whine as grasp his hand, trying to peel it away from you as dread grips your chest.

“Andy! Andy!” you beg as you wiggle your hips helplessly.

“That’s not what you call me, sweetie,” he snarls as he keeps you snugly atop him as he continues to play with your clit, “you wanna get off, you gotta cum first.”

“Please, let me go,” you sniffle, “please, I told you… I told you no.”

“You don’t tell me no,” he rubs harder until you gasp, “do you?”

[teruel-a-witch]

The thing is, in Italy they're doing a H50 rerun (even if they lost one episode along the road but hey, poor buddy must've been confused after the due sospension to broadcast the swimming European competition or wtf it was), so I'm taking advantage of this to have my nightly mcdanno boost.

All night (hello insomnia my old friend) I couldn't stop thinking how Steve, after witnessing Danny's desperate message in Rachel's voicemail in 2x15, stating that he still loves her (....poor Gabby, is she aware Danny could never love her the way he still loves R. or fall for her the way he fell for Steve?), suddenly in 2x16 feels the need to bring Cath as his pkus one at the auction. Catherine. Even if Kono and Lori were there alone. While Chin definitely didn't bring Malia, nor Danny Gabby (lol I laughed so hard when he remembered about St. Valentine's only after the others pointed it out, and panicked about the present! Talk about performance and facade). But he needed Cath exactly there. As a buffer. As a True, No-Homo, I'm-Definitely-Not-Pining-Over-My-Partner shield.

Poor Steve enters in Panick Mode™ every single time he fears he's lost Danny, either physically or emotionally (see the reckless invasion of the Governor's house in 1x24 after knowing Danny is crawling back to Rachel).

Sorry for the hundreds brackets, my brain is wacked.

I've only seen 2x15 once so forgive me if I'm getting it wrong, but I'm fairly sure the message was from months ago, at least that's how I understood it, it's just that it revealed that Danny didn't care if the baby was his and would have gotten back together with Rachel back in the beginning of S2 anyway.

I don't even think it's as simple as Danny having some ~undying love~ for Rachel, but simply clinging to the past, to this ideal of a nuclear family, because he has always felt like the failed marriage makes him a failure and like he failed Grace specifically because the divorce made her 'a child of a broken home' and the chance to repair it was too tempting to let go.

(Not to mention being back together with Rachel would have meant being a full time father to his precious babygirl instead of shared custody which has probably always been the main draw for him, he hates missing out on a single moment of Grace's life more than anything)

The thing about fantasies is they are hard to let go of even after you have changed and it's not something you want anymore, Danny wasn't the same man that came to Hawai'i 2 years ago and wished he didn't have to, he has changed and grown on a fundamental level and meeting Steve and building the ohana was a major part of that, whether he knew it or not he chose Steve over Rachel at the end of s1, it just took his mind a while to catch up.

His first priority has always been Grace so he had to try, whether that involved raising another man's baby or not. What he didn't know is that it wouldn't have mattered because Rachel took the decision from him. I think she knew he would always put Grace first but that he would never again put Rachel first and she couldn't take it.

Now, of course, Steve being new to the complexities of human relationships, didn't understand all of that, so he absolutely was devastated by the discovery. To him it must have looked like Danny loved Rachel so much he was ready to raise another man's baby as a part of the package. It must have been like being thrust back in time to that hospital room where all his hopes were dashed.

Now the timing of him leaving for weeks of maneuvers/training seems a little too appropriate. Putting a literal distance between them. I never actually thought about the timely coincidence of him bringing Cath to that black tie event, I just thought they were using her for intelligence, but now you made me think it may have served two purposes. Having her as a buffer/feelings dampener helps. Not to mention the return to the familiar/safe/easy, no chance to get his heart broken again because there's no real love there.

And yes I've written before about how having his hopes dashed may have contributed Steve to accelerate his timetable on the whole revenge thing, because he felt like he had nothing to lose, and it's also potentially why he felt like he could just up and leave Danny with nothing but a letter because he simply didn't think Danny would care that much.

(He was wrong, of course, but the entire situation is a big clusterfuck that's definitely hard to untangle. And lol I forgot about the Valentine's day thing, Danny is so used to spending Valentine's day with Steve he forgets about his actual gfs *GG*)

[ground-zero-idiocies]

How would FO4 companions react after finding the Jamaica Plain treasure? https://youtu.be/TmLr99nQaUA

They’re walking outside and they notice SS holding a bat they saw in the treasure vault

Some random feral comes in and tries to attack

But SS swing at them and the Feral goes flying about 6 feet, dead.

A moment of silence passes and SS goes with as smirk on their face, “Look like I found the treasure.”

How would they react?

Fun little story: I accidentally stumbled into the backdoor to the treasure on my first playthrough when walking around. I threw the bat on the ground because I thought it was useless. I am stupid.

Anyway, the reacts. Anon set this up pretty well, so I'll just go off that.

Fallout 4 Companions React: The Treasure of Jamaica Plain

Cait: “Ok, I gotta get my hands on that. If I ever saw me parents again, I’d punt them off into the moon. No, the sun. Damn, that thing is incredible! You’re one lucky lass.”

Codsworth: “Keeping your enemies far away was never easier, now was it? Ha ha! I suppose that you’ve been using sir’s old dumbells, have’t you mum? I’m sure you have. Soon, you’ll be a true body builder! A strength champion! A macho muchacho!”

Curie: “Every day, your apparent superhuman abilities become evermore present. Surely you do not expect me to believe that it’s only the bat itself that is causing this spike of power? I suppose that the wasteland never fails to amaze.”

Danse: “Soldier, you may have remnants of that ghoul’s body all over you. You know that standard Brotherhood practice is to use laser weapons, as to turn enemies into ash. This is disgusting, even if mildly impressive. Only mildly impressive, though.”

Deacon: “Ok, now I know it. I’m gonna make Nora action figures. I mean, you’ve got superpowers and a magic baseball bat that can send zombies flying 60 feet away? Who wouldn’t want that? I would’ve played with that toy as a child. We can use the profits to build a second Prydwen. This one will be three inches longer, just to piss Maxson off. Deal?”

Gage: “I don’t even know what to say anymore, boss. It’s not like I have a real personality to draw from and honestly I think that OP is just gonna stop writing me into these reacts all together because, lets be honest, no one would miss me. Anyway that’s a cool bat, I guess.”

Hancock: “Imagine using that thing with a dose of Psychojet. Man, we gotta get down to Diamond City and swing that bat around like it was always intended. A swing and a hit, right on McDonut’s ass.”

Longfellow: “I may have come from an amazing DLC but I’m just not an interesting character. I’m a grandpa, baseball, old world, fog bad, yada yada. Why am I here again? OP never wrote about Ada and I’m maybe 11% more interesting then that sentimental robot.”

MacCready: “You gotta show that off to Duncan. He loves baseball movies, and those are all scripted. Imagine what you could do with thing if you actually had a decent pitcher? Best hitter in history.”

Nick Valentine: “I know it was way after his time, but I’d like to think that Mickey Mantle himself once used that bat. I’d love to meet him in person. We’d drink some Chock Full O’ Nuts and just...chat. Maybe the old world wasn’t so bad.”

Piper: “I keep telling you this, but the next time you’re gonna channel Zeus and Jackie Robinson himself into your weapons, please let me bring the camera! These moments are too precious to leave in our minds. And by precious, I mean FREAKING AWESOME!!!”

Preston: “General! I can’t believe I have to tell you this for the eleventh time! Put down the supernatural wooden stick and go help the Slog! I got a report from a definitely reputable source that the Slog has a Ghoul problem! Go help them! Come on!”

Strong: “Little lady has bat that can hit Ghoul far away. Little Lady is stronger than Strong brother? Stronger than Super Mutant? Strong need to have existential crisis now. Little lady should leave Strong alone to rethink his life.”

X6-88: “How many times do I have to tell Father that even though he wants to pretend like he had a normal life he can’t leave a highly advanced baseball apparatus just lying around. We get it, you are traumatized and wanted a father to play ball with because the cruel reality of 21st century geopolitics denies you this opportunity, but you can’t just let this shit sit around. Not ok.”