#I LOVE MY WIFE

[evan-on-the-internet]

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAAYAY !!!!!!!!!

hands hands hands

[vivisectedg1rl]

in a cuddly mood with the wife🥰🥺

[not-a-matopoeia]

Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor! Not a meme!

[ezjiik]

Me and my friend, but we are the same person

[rosiebaybie]

I feel like for me, Emily’s response would be followed by a kiss and a “Love you too”. 🥰🥰

"Why, Mr. Oliver?"

[mydirtyvalentine]

arthur lester is ginger in my heart of hearts cause only a redhead could be that level of deranged

[cisacoolkid]

I heart my wife

[mooonologyy]

I love his gummy smile so much

[angry-oil-slick11]

aww 🥰

vi x reader, but reader’s been assaulted before and has a flashback while they have sex with vi, ending up in them crying and hyperventilating, so vi freaks out and doesn’t understand what’s happening, all worried and soft with reader, and then when she realizes, she comforts reader to no end

That One Night

Contains hyperventilation, PTSD

The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of soft breaths and the rustling of sheets.

Vi had you pinned beneath her, her toned body flush against yours, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. The way she moved—slow, deliberate, confident—sent shivers down your spine.

She always knew how to get you all worked up, how to make you feel safe and wanted, but tonight… something felt different.

Your chest tightened, your breathing becoming uneven.

At first, you thought it was just excitement, just the overwhelming sensation of her hands roaming your body, her lips tracing every inch of your skin.

But then—then it got harder to breathe. Your vision blurred slightly, and a wave of dizziness washed over you.

“Vi—” you gasped, your hands gripping onto her arms.

Vi lifted her head immediately, her blue eyes narrowing with concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Her voice softened, the teasing edge completely gone.

You tried to respond, but the words wouldn’t come out right. Your chest rose and fell too fast, and your fingers trembled against her skin. Your heart pounded wildly, and panic took hold like a vice around your ribs.

“Shit,” Vi muttered, pushing herself off you in an instant. She sat up, one hand cradling your cheek while the other rested over your heart, feeling how fast it was racing.

“Baby, you’re hyperventilating,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I need you to breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded frantically, but the air just wouldn’t come in right. Your lungs felt too tight.

Vi immediately shifted, pulling you up into her lap, her arms wrapping securely around your back.

“I got you,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against yours. “Listen to me, alright? Deep breath in—” She inhaled dramatically, waiting for you to mimic her.

You tried, but it was shaky.

“That’s okay,” she reassured, running her fingers through your hair. “Try again. In… hold it for a sec… and out.”

This time, you followed her better. Vi’s presence was grounding, her touch solid and safe.

She rubbed circles into your back, whispering soft encouragements, telling you how strong you were, how you were okay, how she was right here.

Minutes passed, and the tightness in your chest began to ease. The rush of panic ebbed away, leaving you exhausted and shaky in her arms.

Vi pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “There you go. That’s my girl.” Her voice was thick with relief, her arms tightening just a bit more around you.

You buried your face in her neck, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing, letting it soothe you. “Sorry,” you mumbled, your voice small.

Vi scoffed lightly, pulling back just enough to look at you. “Don’t even start with that,” she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, babe. You scared me for a sec, but I’d rather you tell me when something’s wrong than push through it, okay?”

You nodded, leaning into her touch as her thumb brushed against your cheek.

Vi let out a deep breath before shifting both of you so you were lying down again, only this time, she wasn’t hovering over you—she was wrapped around you, holding you against her like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“We’re done for tonight,” she said firmly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I just wanna take care of you now.”

You melted against her, the warmth of her body and the steady beat of her heart calming you down completely.

Vi wasn’t just strong in the way she fought—she was strong in the way she loved, in the way she made you feel like the safest place in the world was right here, wrapped up in her arms.

“Love you,” you murmured sleepily, your body finally relaxing.

Vi smiled, pulling the covers up over both of you. “Love you more, baby.”

[notnaruse]

gleeb gnorpz

[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

tryna get featured in the next angel ganev video but all i can draw during my art block is grell

[burgeonoli]

Look at my wife

[kindred-spirit-93]

@notsolonedesert HE IS. TO ME. LOOK AT MY WIFE <3

THE PROFESSOR IS PROFESSORING. this is probably my favouritest picture in existence atm bc its my darling muffin™ and STRESS is visible in all caps behind him lol idk its just hilarious to me. also floof :3

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that one meme about it being true love regardless of the haircut lol:

pinky finger raised drinking his coffee lmao help. hes literally an angel :') also he keeps making this lil face and its literally just me. he is me:

WOOKIT DAT FAYCE

anyway in the words of a yt comment "Reid is a bean and no one shall hurt the sunshine child." thank u for coming to me ted reid talk <3

i have acquired a new muffin

good evening tumblr i found myself a new babygirl. giggling sobbing going insane. the whole 9 yards. hes just like me frfr its unreal

spencer reid from criminal minds is my new wife. fell in love after seeing him for literally 3 seconds in a garcia and morgan video lmao. i have like 17 reid videos queued & am currently watching and holy frick this man and his mind. i am absolute toast. never stood a chance

me atm pls stand by fdsadfdsf

[vivisectedg1rl]

holding her close in my arms☺️❤️

[rainbowtie25]

Tojoctober Day 11. Night

Hehe 🤭

[rook-laidir]

Oh shit it’s “I love my wife” o’clock