#I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!

[caeli0306]

Did someone say... castles crumbling blurb?

“You weren’t lying,” she almost whispers, half from shock, half from disbelief. A stifle a chuckle. I’d give good money for a camera to get a shot of the look on her face right now. “Were you expecting me to?” “Yes,” she replies without hesitation. Ouch. I don’t let it bother me, however. She has her reasons for being distant. I can understand that. Getting her to trust me won’t happen with with just two collegial conversations.

[gingerjolover]

“I can’t stop thinking of you” plus maybe a soft needy Naomi who misses their gf while on tour because we desperately need more Naomi content 🤭

we LOVE naomi in this house! 🗣️

wc: somewhere around 900 words

naomi mcpherson x fem!reader - #7 "I can't stop thinking of you."

There’s something unique about being on tour with your best friends and feeling lonely. It’s spurred on by the fact that Naomi, Katie, and Jo all have colds, boarded up in their respective hotel rooms on what should've been a fun night off.

Naomi knows you’re busy, anxiousness swelling in their chest at the prospect that this is what you might feel like when they're on stage and you’re home alone. They don’t want to bother you, but they don’t feel well. The longing creeping up their throat, knowing if they were home, you'd be babying them: sitting in the bath, tracing shapes on their back, kissing up their spine and shoulders, the Epson salt and Vicks vapor rub clearing out their sinuses.

Noami checks themself.

Of course, they’re not missing you solely because you’d be taking care of them right now, but MUNA has been booking lately. Between the Eras tour and their own tour, combined with the boygenius shows, you’ve barely been able to keep up, your own work schedule inflicting on the absolute privilege it is following your partner around the country and Europe. But alas, they’re sniffly and alone, flipping the phone in their hands, itching not to call you. 

Like muscle memory, suddenly, the line is ringing. 

Naomi should’ve expected it, but it’s still a punch in the gut. 

“Hi baby!” you squeal happily, loud music in the background, your friends' voices, all talking over one another, also greeting Naomi. 

“Hey,” Noami forces out a chuckle, wincing at the volume. 

“Hold on…. I’ll be right back,” you tell Noami and then your friends. The background music slowly fades, honking, and bystander conversation filters in behind you instead. 

“Hi, babe!” you say happily. The panic in Noami’s chest lightens; you don’t sound drunk, and the protective parts of them preen. You sound energetic, full of life, like you’re having the best time - and Naomi knows you are. Your best friend’s birthday dinner is always a big event. Just a few hours ago, Naomi was convincing you to go out, and now there’s a sick and twisted part of them that wishes you were both miserable together. 

“Hi baby,” Naomi says, trying to rid their voice of any emptiness. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. Naomi can hear the anxiousness in your voice. They immediately feel bad, guilt coursing through their veins at the quick wish you were both miserable, wanting nothing more than the sensitivity in your voice to fade away. Naomi closes their eyes, rubbing their forehead. How come the one time they feel a feeling you know all too well, they manage to bring you down, too? The empathy rises quickly, hating that you’ve felt this way before and often. While Naomi is on stage, only thinking about the music, you’re at home, worrying about their safety, wondering if they are having fun, experiencing fomo in its truest form. 

“I’m fine, love really– I–”

“Don’t lie to me,” you say firmly. Naomi winces; they knew you would call them out, but they thought they’d at least get further in the conversation. 

“I don’t want to bother you at dinner; you sounded like you were having fun,” Noami says softly.

“I was, but I won’t be able to if I know something is wrong,” you say sympathetically. “Did Franki get you the Nyquil?”

“Yes.”

“Did you take it?” 

“Yes.”

“Are you hydrating?”

“Baby…yes.”

“I just– I don’t like when you’re not feeling well, but–something tells me that’s not what’s bothering you.”

Damn you. 

Naomi bites their bottom lip, tears welling up in their eyes. There’s a brief sniffle before a deep breath, “I- I can’t stop thinking of you.” It comes out needy, desperate, Naomi’s voice thick with emotion. 

Your own throat tightens, and the familiar feeling rushes up your throat, manifesting into a lump. You never hoped Naomi would feel this feeling, the longing. It was a sacrifice you made, that you make, because your partner is worth it.

“Oh baby,” you say softly. 

“I’m sorry…” Naomi apologizes, tears running down their cheeks.

“My love, don’t cry,” you try to say, cut off by a small sob. 

You bite your lip, willing the tears to stay in. Naomi hears a small huff, it’s like they can see you, holding the phone tightly, your fingers clenching on it, biting your bottom lip, and your left foot tapping as you think of a solution. 

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll text my boss and see if I can do remote work for the week… can Franki get me a flight for Sunday night?” you ask, mirroring the image Naomi has in their head. 

“Yeah–yeah I think so,” Naomi says, sniffling. 

“I’ll text her, okay? I love you baby… so much… please get some rest, for me?”

Naomi can only nod, the tears falling quickly. 

“I’m sorry,” they sniffle. 

“Don’t do that, honey,” you scold gently. “How about this… I’ll call you right when I get home, and if you’re awake, we can Facetime. Does that sound okay?’

Your solution is almost identical to Naomi's when the situation is reversed. 

“Yeah,” Naomi whispers. 

“I love you. So much, my rockstar,” you say softly. 

Naomi snorts, “That was cheesy as hell.”

“But it made you laaaugh,” you say in a sing-song voice. 

“I love you babe,” Naomi says, taking a deep breath. You make an audible “mwah” sound, bidding Naomi goodbye with another promise to talk later. 

Naomi lays back on the bed, lying in self-pity for a while. It eventually turns into determination, refusing to let either of you feel this way again.

[dreamydorito]

reminder that canonically fox mulder is my wife and we're gay married and also dana scully is my husband and we're also gay married and that they're my lil ajsbsbhsgssb's for life

[mute-call]

🎭 Now typically, due to their programming, they had different voice lines thanks to the holiday. And even though this wasn't as big of a holiday as say Halloween or Christmas, they still had some voice lines within their programming. With things winding down, it didn't take them long to locate where Phone Guy was; since he wasn't where he usually was. But he hadn't alerted them to where they were... so the Security Puppet had to locate him themselves. Although it took them a moment to take in their surroundings and where Phone Guy was... "...Did you... do all this?"

One benefit of not having his own designated room in the Pizzaplex is that no one thinks twice when he wanders more than usual. Some construction paper from the Daycare, some lights and decorations from the Atrium... he's spent all day collecting supplies here and there, sneaking off to set up without warning his security partner that he wouldn't be heading back to the entrance at the end of the day. His unusual lack of communication has bought him enough time to complete the look to his own extremely high standards, and he kicks back to wait for the guest of honor.

...he doesn't have to wait long. SP knows this place inside and out, and it's quickly narrowed down where he could be hiding. Perfect.

"Do what?" he asks innocently, ringing with laughter.

The back room is completely decked out for the holiday, lit only with softly-glowing strings of heart-shaped lights. They cast a warm, pink glow over everything, and are reflected and enhanced by the rest of the pink-red-white adornments where Phone Guy's covered the room with cutout hearts and construction paper flowers.

But the real show-stopper is right in front of the Security Puppet. He's drawn them-- both of them-- on a modest card. PG's no artist, but he's obviously put care into depicting them sitting on the Pizzaplex roof, looking out into the sunset. It's simple, sweet, and an earnest imagining of something they both know will never happen.

But still-- one can daydream.

"Do... you like it?" he asks slowly, his bravado quickly faltering. "I just-- today's all about showing people how much you care about them, right? ...so-- yeah. I just... wanted to tell you that. That I care about you."

[yousought]

“ i’ve never seen eyes so blue . ” @dayqyeen

you know not that much about water nymphs, truth be told. you do know that your bones are pliant, and flexible and light and nimble, like branches on a tree so you can scurry through rocks and passages underwater, and that made you self conscious growing up, because they would call you twig-arms. you also know that you live in fresh water and dislike being dry for too long. and you know that your eyes are almost always the color of clear water.

you liked your eyes a lot, until that night, where one of those soldiers said you had such pretty eyes. nowadays, you cannot tell if they still make you feel gross, or if you can claim back the past love you had for them.

but elain cannot possibly know, and it's not something you wish to tell her just yet. or anyone, for that matter. if you pretend you're all right just a wee bit longer, then maybe you'll finally be not just pretending, "they're -ah- they're a family trait, i've been told," you smile, a tad awkward, and continue combing through elain's gorgeous hair with the brush, "they are really blue, though, aren't they?" you laugh, and perhaps try to change the subject by adding "i do wish i had your soft hair, though. it is so silky, and it smells so good!"

[littlebirdy0301]

Ajdhakdjja I'm on the fantasy high episode where Gorgug & Zelda go for ice cream and it’s so equally painful & adorable, I love it so much

[helluvadyke]

they're goofin

[noodelak]

[applepartysins]

I didn't do many pieces for the RadioApple week, but they were honest at least This one is a collab with @/RadAppleKimchi on Twitter! We worked hard to bring a fanfic and this silly lil comic for u guys <3 Day Five - Domestic/Demon 📻🍎

[artsymeeshee]

Really cute idea I had to draw out

[bagel-bird-ainsor]

MOOOONKIE KID! FAMILIAR TALES! NEW ADVENTURES!

anyhoo yeah I’ve been rewatching LMK since I haven’t seen S4 or S5 yet so I just decided to watch it again from the beginning to get a refresher. (On s4 rn no spoilers please)

Forgot how much I loved this show! Definitely needed to draw fanart for it

[eso-terrors]

my official apology for that sad hunter art, his siblings love him ok

[gatoburr0]

lesbians are so awesome I wish they were real

[mellosdrawings]

Here it is. My favorite group. My favorite gang. The loser Forever Number Two Squad. They try and they still can't and I love them for that.

[janedoe297-art]

best buddies

[briccko]

Artfight for @canisalbus ❤