#I LOVE THEM. I LOVE HER.

[mastcrmarksman]

[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] guess what i've got planned for you when you get hooooomee

[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] it starts with "d" and ends with "ate"

[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] maybe it even includes "d" twice and "ate" three times, who's to say😌

[ ✉ ⤷ princess baby boy 💘 : ] are you picking up what i'm putting down, babe?

( i'm so sorry for her strenuous insinuations here )

He hates being an adult man with a lot of responsibilities in his life. Today of all days was going to be dragged down by a long list of chores. He grocery shopped alone in the morning because @biitchcakes had a thing with Carol; he couldn't actually know what because girls screeching at each other is not a language he speaks.

One of the other tasks he had was that finally was getting around to changing their address which today of all days the post office had to have like a hundred people, but he was deteremined. He had a few other tasks that involved government buildings and clerical whatever. Clint's in line to get to a front desk when Jessica starts texting him.

[ Contact ; Jessica D. ⸺ Note ; ❤️ My Girl ❤️ Jessie. My hero. ]

[ sent ] ⸺ dinner a puppy a kitten chocolate milk a movie a star trek dog cops rewatch reality tv night harrison ford

[ sent ] ⸺ stop me when i get it

Starts with D and ends with ate, he doesn't put that together until he types it out.

[ sent ] ⸺ D - ate?

[ sent ] ⸺ OH A DATE!

So he was kind of right about his list of random possibilies.

[ sent ] ⸺ well well thatll make all thiss bullshit worth it

TWICE? THREE TIMES? ⸺ He doesn't actually catch what she was putting down, over and over in his head he repeats it. Date? Date date? Date date date? Multiple dates at once? In a row? All night?

D - ate... D - ate... It takes him longer thaan he'd admit, but when it clicks his cheeks heat up and an image he does not, will not, and never wants to ever be shared with or experienced by anyone other than him conjures in his mind. It's A HOT image. His face heats up, he swallows, and he wants to be out of there right now.

NEXT! NEXT! UH! SIR? YOU OKAY?

Clint fans his face and steps forward, coughing and trying to remember what he was here for. Once that business is done, he texts Jessica again to let her know that he got it and he'd very much ready to be home.

[ sent ] ⸺ OH I GOT IT BABY

[ sent ] ⸺ wowie

[ sent ] ⸺ please say i dont have anything else to do before coming home

He'd like to be home now for his date, but he'll suffer more chores if he has to.

[ sent ] ⸺ that third ate is for dessert right

[ sent ] ⸺ which

[ sent ] ⸺ you know WHO is my favorite dessert ;)

Not what, but who and who would that be other than Jessica Drew?

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[squidflavoredsoup]

mama n her babies

[technovillain]

i come from the universe where everything is the same except disney heroines get like an ounce of their fathers' obviously dominant genes and their clothes are like 80% more historically accurate. it's beautiful here.

[2] [3]

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[gongyussy]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[datcravat]

this place is so fruity!

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[fandolion]

Incredible artist Julia Stoess makes these giant 100:1 insect models, I have never seen something more beautiful !

Definition of mastering your craft, they are PERFECT

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[bixels]

me too, luna.

[momoiro-hime]

putting my ocs in every AU i want part. 34791

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.