#I'm so sorry i made it that long 😭

[m1n4h]

@stillangelxx Sure, I'll try to expalin <:D

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So... The theory, that inspired me for the first doodle.

Ok uhmm it's a theory about Glamrock Freddy being possessed, but it's not Michael or Henry. It's a theory about Glamrock Freddy being possessed by Tony (yea, actually)

Before anyone starts an argument in comments, I'll just say that GlamMike is a good theory, but it really never made sense for me, especially after confirming the Mimic being canon, and Afton like... being dead ig

So, once I've seen a theory video, where it was explained who might Glamrock Freddy be possessed by, if it's not Michael or Henry. And there were two possible characters. One of them was Tony.

In the book Freddy acted completely opposite from how he acts in SB (Gregory controlled him, stalking Tony every time he went to the pizzaplex). But in SB he... Well. Y'know. He's pretty friendly.

If you reread the book, you'll understand that Freddy in SB and Tony have many similarities.

Both can overthink too much (and do), Gregory, in answer, always shut them up. He told to Freddy: "I don't think it's good for your programming" (or something in that kind), and to Tony he told: "It's not good for your health" in the books. In the books Tony waved to Freddy with his right hand, and in answer Freddy just stared blankly at Tony. but he did the same as Tony in security breach to Gregory. Freddy and Tony are both kind and friendly. Both strive for justice. They are both quite intelligent and shrewd, both want to solve a complicated mystery, and they both have a sense for dark deeds.

Even though souls are pretty forgetful, they still can remember something. I'll put these two voice lines as an example:

About the second Freddy's voice line. It seems like he remembered something/not just something about GGY and Gregory, before he got hacked.

And also, Gregory (while being under control), never really killed people with his own hands, but used machinery/animatronics for that. We learn about it from therapy CDs. It seems he usually used Freddy for that, since he's his favourite. So that leads to the conclusion, that Gregory probably didn't really just killed Tony, he controlled Freddy to kill Tony.

I don't think i need to explain the whole thing about Freddy having a lot of hints for being possessed. Pretty sure many of us know about it, and it would be unnecessary.

But, yeah. This is what i can tell about this theory so far. Sorry i made it that long😨

It just... makes sense to me.

[batbabydamian]

what is your fav damian/robin outfit- canon, hc or elsewise? i love the way you draw damian btw!!

visually, it would have to be the Patrick Gleason/Jonboy Meyers Rebirth suit read Robin: Son of Batman (2015)!

Jonboy Meyers concept art and Robin: Son of Batman (2015) #1

so many iconic bits - his hood!! tunic!! red and green lace-up knee-high boots!! extra gold accents!! really solid shapes and details that can translate well in any artist's style!! idk it's a design that looks good in almost any hands, whether it's in rest or action

few of my fav artists drawing this suit:

Robin: Son of Batman (2015) #4

ofc Patrick Gleason!! chunky lace-up boot to face! fluttering gold accented hood/cape! also my excuse to show off this ridiculously cool panel look at Damian's stabby bracers and narrowly missing a scar to his eye

Super Sons (2017) #2 and #15

love how Jorge Jimenez leans into the drapery bits, like Damian's cape/hood and bottom of his tunic that really accents his slim design and sharp posing. he's probably my fav example of using Damian's suit details for extra energy in the secondary action down to his shoe laces!!

Adventures of the Super Sons (2018) Covers #12 and #3

it's Dan Mora LOL idk what else to say...anything looks sleek. the second pic is just cool posing to me - capturing the twisting and arcing leap in midair RAD

Challenge of the Super Sons (2020) #2

Jorge Corona's one of my absolute favs in the industry, his traditional inks and overall style is so shaped! textured! frenetic! it's always fun to see how he translates designs, and you can see his style/Damian evolution in Robin War (2015) #1, Nightwing (2016) #42 (DICK & DAMIAN + WIGGLES!!), Challenge of the Super Sons (2020) #2-3, and Robin (2021) #4!

The Boy Wonder (2024) #1 and Truth & Justice (2021) #6

Juni Ba's rendition of the suit!! especially adding that lil bird skull🥺 along with Corona, Ba's style exaggerates some details and proportions for extra appeal, like Damian swimming in his hood and cape!! his big ribbony boot laces!!

sentimentally, Damian's original Robin suit by Frank Quitely is my fav - the blueprint for his hood and lace-up boots!! it always makes me think of Batman and Robin (2009) especially #4 🥺

Dick calls out the disadvantage of Damian's hood, even physically challenging him. then it rains and Damian gives Dick this smug look, but Dick just smiles in good humor 😭

The Batman Files has a drawing and note that says it's Dick's design for Damian's Robin uniform, which contradicts the comic but i still think it's cute to mention!! like maybe Damian wasn't satisfied by Dick's work until he would add a hood, so there's older drafts somewhere in the cave lol

[sparxyv]

Mousey Student ID 💙🐭

NOW 😏 time for Mousey's official introduction.. get ready for another huge infodump! (this one's even longer than Milena's I'm so sorry 😭😭)

Template by @kiwiplaetzchen !!! (Thank you again 😙🫶)

Family

Mousey is the youngest of four brothers. Clyde, Lachlan, and Magnus.

His three big brothers have long since moved out of the McGregor house, going on to become very successful each in their own ways. They were all sorted into Ravenclaw, and were all part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team at some point in time.

Mousey's mother - Florence McGregor (née Prewett) - is Leander Prewett's father's sister (so Leander's aunt lol). She was sorted into Gryffindor!

Mousey's father - Fergus McGregor - was sorted into Slytherin when he attended Hogwarts. Naturally, he is very prideful and ambitious - oftentimes (accidentally) placing pressure on his sons to pursue things that are not in their interest to impact the family legacy in a meaningful way. Fergus genuinely cares for his sons, he's just unaware of the effect his words have on their psyche. 🙁

Fergus McGregor was a keeper for the Montrose Magpies for 3 years before Magnus was born, and after that he decided to settle down for good. Quidditch was his passion, and he was ecstatic when all his sons shared the same love for it.

The McGregors have resided in Irondale for generations! They have a quite small house for a large family - but fret not, it's bigger than it looks on the outside.

Mousey is 5 years younger than the brother closest in age to him - Clyde - while his three older brothers are each only about two years apart from each other. This feeds into Mousey feeling like an outcast in his own family. (Clyde - 20, Lachlan - 22, Magnus - 24)

Life Before Fifth Year

Growing up, Mousey had always been an exceptionally anxious AND impulsively loud child, so he found it was a miracle he made friends with Anne Sallow during his first week at Hogwarts. Anne was always terribly kind to him, helping him out when he needed a shoulder to lean on, giving him lots of encouragement - which he so desperately needed. Anne, being extremely mischievous, self-confident, and empathetic, she made the perfect best friend for Mousey.

Mousey wasn't exactly a permanent addition to the Sallow Twins and Ominis' little group, but they would hang out with Mousey more often than not. Up until fourth year, they were practically his only friends. (We'll get to this in a bit.. 😙)

In order to impress his father - Mousey started training on a broom as soon as he first attended Hogwarts, but his heart was only half in it. Although he was very talented with a broom, it was never a true passion of his.

Speaking of Mousey's true passion - he is deeply fascinated by wandlore/craft. Ever since he recieved his first book on wandcraft at the age of seven, he quickly became entranced by it. Mousey absorbed all the information he possibly could and constantly visited Ollivanders in Hogsmeade in his free time once he was allowed to by the school.

Sometime at the start of fourth-year Sebastian and Mousey got into a HUGE argument that quickly ended their friendship. After this argument occured, Sebastian practically banned Anne and Ominis from speaking or interacting with Mousey in any way out of sheer pettiness 😒. Mousey was heartbroken. While he would swear up and down it did not affect him, he genuinely loved Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis.. losing their friendship was difficult on him. Although, sadness quickly turned to anger and he held a big grudge against Sebastian. After the big fallout, he vowed he didn't need them - immediately going on a quest to make as many friends as possible. And ultimately, he did.. but it never felt the same.

Relationships

Like Milena, I'm planning on creating a separate series of posts going more in-depth with his relationships w/ characters - so take this list of his closest friends!

Ominis Gaunt

Anne Sallow

Milena Chase

Amit Thakkar

Everett Clopton

Andrew Larson

Samantha Dale

Duncan Hobhouse

Garreth Weasley

Leander Prewett

Eric Northcott

Poppy Sweeting

Arthur Plummly

Unnamed Students

Personality

MBTI - ENFP-T

Alignment - Chaotic Neutral

Mousey is a complicated type of extrovert. He grew up constantly fighting for attention - he learned quickly that he needed to be loud and to stand out to be seen. Mousey is the type of person to only want a few close friends, but a large circle. He loves socializing with everyone, typically coming off as very cheery and playful, yet more snarky + sarcastic with people he's more comfortable with. However, he's also very anxious. He's quite the overthinker - yet never exactly thinks ANYTHING through at the same time. He's the epitome of impulsivity.

In addition to him being anxious - Mousey cares too much of what other people think of him, especially the people he loves/looks up to. He finds himself constantly trying to impress his friends and family because he craves external validation to feel good about himself.

Mousey is very sensitive, but can oftentimes be seen as apathetic when it comes to heated moments. He's very much controlled by his emotions and feelings, which has put a strain in a lot of his relationships. Mousey feels emotions more intensely than most of his peers, his mood also being affected by the people around him. (Although when he's not blinded by his own feelings, he is actually very sweet and caring person. 😞)

If there was one word to describe Mousey - NOSY. As a Ravenclaw, he's obviously inclined to want to know as much as he can about anything. With that being said, he's a NASTY gossip. Mousey knows everything about everyone, always around and listening in the background.. 😊

Just like how it is in other parts of Mousey's life, he feels that he's an outlier in his Hogwarts House. Other than being curious and passionate about learning, he isn't as clever as other Ravenclaws - not great at riddles, oftentimes having trouble even entering the common room. So he tries his best to make the best of it, befriending his housemates, joining the quidditch team, etc.

When it comes to being active, he can make an exception for Quidditch - for his father - but other than that, he HATES physical activity. Unfortunately he's a bit on the cowardly side as well. He could be reckless and get a burst of confidence, but in general Mousey is terrified of dueling, sharp things, large creatures, and especially cats. You wouldn't usually catch him out in the Forbidden Forest, or in any of the hamlets far from Irondale.

Additional Fun Facts!

The only people who don't refer to him as 'Mousey' would be Ominis, Imelda, and Milena - all for different reasons.

Mousey actually likes his nickname, not minding it one bit - although, he doesn't remember how he got it.. but even the teachers have called him Mousey since his first year.

He used to have very prominent buck teeth up until he was 13, having them magically fixed (by Anne Sallow) after his big brother Clyde had made fun of them.

Mousey is the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain and Keeper in sixth-year! 💙

Other than Sebastian, his nemesis at Hogwarts is Charlotte Morrison (whom Milena actually made friends with???). She just really irritates him in a way he can't describe. The feeling is mutual.

He is very close with a lot of the teachers, most notably Professor Fig and Professor Garlick.

Mousey makes wood-carving animals representing the people he loves, and keeps them in his dorm. (Some would be: Ominis - Bat, Anne - Fox, Sebastian - Snake, and the newest addition.. Milena - Eagle 💜 I like to imagine Mousey came to terms with his and Milena's friendship at one point and secretly made her little animal to keep 🥹) No one knows the meanings behind the animals but him. They are his to keep and to protect.

Bi icon 💙💜🩷

Had a crush on Adelaide Oakes in third-year. (his type is blondes I guess?)

Was nearly sorted into Slytherin, but the hat changed it's mind at the last second.

Raphael is the only feline that tolerates Mousey. (And vice versa)

Knows about the Undercroft.

[thelonelyshore-if]

Hey ! sorry if you've already answered that but do you know how many chapters you think the lonely shore will be ? Hows the writing going btw ? Love your work and how active you are with the community, makes it very fun !

Howdy!!

My outline puts us at around 13 chapters, though with the amount I shift things around we'll see if it remains that way! Could end up being slightly more, could end up being slightly less.

Writing has...had its ups and downs, in all honestly. I've mentioned it before but I've been dealing with some pretty severe writer's block; mostly out of dissatisfaction with the chapter, I think?

Not that I haven't been writing. I think I have close to 30k written for this chapter in total...but we'll see how much of that I can salvage. It's much less than I would have wanted to have at this point.

Sorry to be a bit of a downer 😭 The good news is, with my recent plot switch I've found a lot of motivation. On top of that, I've made it a personal goal to start writing every day again, with or without said motivation.

So far I'm 3 days in and have written over 1k each time! Idk if that sounds like a lot, but compared to this slump I've been in it has felt fantastic.

All that to say, thank you for your kind words! I really appreciate them.

Y'all make the community fun to engage with! I can't exactly work on the story when I'm at work, but I can answer an ask or two, and it always helps keep my brain rolling about tls!!

I'm very grateful for everyone who's been following the story--you're all amazing, and y'alls enthusiasm helps remind me that I love this story, too, even when it feels impossible <3

[chipsncookies]

Of course I had to draw my boys in that fit 💖💖👹🐟🎨🍖 2 versions bc I can't choose 💋

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread

[sketch-guardian]

after coming back to my peak, ace attorney fandom, i decided to slip in ur requests 😋 rad classmates and new exchange students reaction to lawyer mc whos either like edgeworth or franziska (SHES SO) (maybe a sprinkle of apollo? I love my short king), and since they love their job they decided to be a student and a lawyer in hell

I'm sorry for the long hiatus anon😥but as I explained in the previous ask, the one about MC training with the RAD classmates and the New exchange students, I was pretty busy for a while due to university🙈I know about Ace Attorney, but I've only seen some gameplays, so I hope they aren't too OOC and that the wait was worth it😞again, I apologize:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A LAWYER MC WHO IS EITHER LIKE EDGEWORTH, FRANZISKA OR APOLLO FROM ACE ATTORNEY"

DEMYA (APOLLO)

Demya, like the feral yet cute beast she is, would give MC many headaches. MC would act as her lawyer to defend her from trouble, while Demya would return the favor with affection and protection. Demya can be rather wild and outlaw, so they would disagree on some things, but she would find the dynamic of the goody two shoes falling for the chaotic menace adorable. They would be loud together and Demya would act as their cheerleader when MC is nervous during trials, practicing the night before to psych them up. Demya would be surprised if MC actually got emotional if something more serious were to happen to her, but it would also reassure her that even though she often gets into a lot of trouble, MC still loves her. Demya and MC's relationship would be similar to the one between Apollo and Klavier, in terms of rivalry and admiration

DOMNRA/MOBIM (EDGEWORTH)

At the beginning, their relationship would be tense because of Domnra's reputation as a delinquent, but having a partner who can stand up to him and give him a hard time would interest Domnra, it would be thrilling, almost like a rivals to lovers story. Domnra has a grumpy face too, so they would both look intimidating, even if MC would be the calmest of the two. Law wouldn't interest Domnra much, but MC could convince him by saving his ass in court once or twice, they would help each other slowly open up with their feelings and understand love. Due to MC logical mindset, Domnra would try helping them getting used to Devildom and creatures such as Mobim, who would think that MC's behavior kinda resembles Domnra's, aside from the training part

AZUL (FRANZISKA)

Azul would love MC's dubious methods in court, he would find them creative and original, especially since he's eccentric in his own way, it wouldn't be surprising if he showed up in court with popcorn to enjoy the show of MC destroying their opponents, sometimes acting as a fanboy during trials, risking being kicked out for contempt of court. The fact that MC may seem generally cold and stubborn at first wouldn't worry Azul, being friends with Domnra and Zuri he would be used to it, he would appreciate their hidden tender heart, but he would playfully tease MC from time to time just for shits and giggles, earning himself a whiplash, the problem is that they would probably excite him, so it wouldn't make Azul give up, quite the opposite. Azul would take a lot of pictures of MC dressed as a lawyer and would suggest roleplays in which he is either a criminal or a rival lawyer

ZURI (EDGEWORTH)

Zuri and MC would certainly be a power couple: work-oriented, elegant, serious, able to intimidate with just one icy glare and although Zuri isn't part of the legislative field but fashion instead, she would still pass for a refined lawyer. As a couple, Zuri and MC would arouse envy or confusion, no in betweens. Zuri would follow MC in court to see them in action during trials, finding their wit intriguing and clever, she would also slowly try to make them accept compliments and rewards, as she believes they deserve them for their excellent performances. As MC would have trouble expressing themself and be awkward in general, it would be up to Zuri to make the first move in courting them, perhaps using logical approach. One thing they would have in common would be that they care a lot about their loved ones, even if discreet in showing their affection. Zuri would also take care of arranging MC's lawyer outfits and making sure they are presentable

ODON (APOLLO)

Odon learned the concept of justice a little late in their youth, after emotions such as empathy, so laws would confuse them in some ways or they wouldn't concern them that much, since as an eldritch horror, Odon would be able to bend the laws of physics to their will, reality doesn't apply to a nightmare beyond comprehension, so to better understand MC's profession, Odon would document themself with some books on legislation, to learn and be able to have a conversation with MC about their passion. Odon wouldn't want to risk making someone uncomfortable with their presence during a court case, so they wouldn't show up personally, but would have one of their eye-like creatures watch the scene while hidden, through which Odon can see and therefore in a certain sense the eldritch horror would be able to watch MC at work, with curiosity and wonder at their sincere desire to improve and help innocents. Aware of their self-esteem and voice exercises, Odon would encourage them softly and brew a beverage of their liking to help MC with their occasional hoarse voice from yelling. Moreover Odon would also find their jokes about justice funny, no matter how cheesy. Despite not being used to cooking, Odon would try to prepare more substantial meals for MC, watching science shows together in the meantime, when Odon's eldritch nature allows so, since it occasionally bothers technology

REMIEL (APOLLO)

Remiel doesn't know very well what some human jobs consist of exactly, she learned from some souls about their existence, however she never went much into details while she was helping souls reach the afterlife, she left them free to express themselves freely given the delicate moment, reassuring them in case of need. The angel of death would likely associate MC's job with a celestial duty, using a familiar example to better understand, it would remind her of the Charred Council or in any case her duty to maintain balance, a small common feature. Remiel would appreciate MC fighting for the sake of truth and balance, emphasizing how bright their soul is thanks to that and even if she would be a little confused by MC's loud voice or by them hitting desks during trials, she would be there as a quiet support, making sure MC eats healthy meals besides instant noodles and crackers, aware that those wouldn't be enough to sustain their body in court. As the confident one in the relationship, MC would act as a moral support for Remiel, defending her against anyone who dares mocking her because of her half-angel and half-nephilim nature. MC could bring Remiel to help in court because, in addition to understanding when someone is telling the truth, like Lord Diavolo, she can summon souls as witnesses during trials for murder

NATHANIEL (EDGEWORTH)

Nathaniel would have mixed feelings towards MC at first, even if he wouldn't show it, since their job and the judge's would remind him of the Charred Council, by who he has always felt controlled, sometimes like an empty husk or a mindless puppet without free will. The archangel of patience and temperance would lower his guard over time and become less tense, only after discovering that MC is willing to go to great lengths to protect those they hold dear. They would share the trait of accidentally glaring at people, perhaps without even realizing it, the difference would be that MC would seem cold and snobbish, while Nathaniel apathetic and stoic, so the archangel would take care of preventing MC from appearing too intimidating and tactless with a simple nod or a pat on the shoulder to calm them down, Nathaniel would act as a great stress reliever and would advise MC to meditate every now and then, given the pressure they are often subjected to in court, teaching the importance of taking it easy and be vulnerable, at least when alone. MC would usually be calm and level-headed, driven by logic, Nathaniel on the hand, surprisingly being more chaotic neutral than he appears, would enjoy testing MC's patience and making them question their sanity every now and then, in a fairly innocent way of course, just the occasional banter or tease

URIEL (FRANZISKA)

Uriel is literally the archangel of justice and braveness, probably the idol of lawyers, judges, policemen, soldiers and moralists, so although surreal, for MC it would be an honor being their significant other, a fact that would only magnify their ego, especially during trials or investigations. Initially there might be some bickering between MC and Uriel, as both are stubborn with the mindset of a perfectionist, their behaviors might be similar in some respects, but both would have a soft heart deep down and would show few signs of vulnerability, Uriel would also be willing to act as MC's bodyguard, accompanying them everywhere since she would fear possible assaults from some clients to make them give up being a lawyer, to underline the repercussions of going against strong opponents, Uriel would hate such injustices, especially if unpunished. Uriel would be very passionate about justice and therefore would appreciate MC's job, even though she would be a bit confused and scandalized by them using a whip, as long as it works though, the end justifies the means for her, anything to make the guilty pay and provide justice to the victims, especially if they are children or in delicate situations. Uriel every now and then, out of curiosity, even if rarely due to her duty as a warrior angel, would show up in court to see MC at work, the only risk could be that depending on how the trial goes, she could get carried away by tension and either insult Devildom's legal system or slam her hands on the desk, accidentally breaking it. Uriel would also like to try to train MC in self-defense, perhaps using their whip as a weapon

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Chen: There better be no sexy cowboy Ortega when I turn

Sexy cowboy Ortega:🧍

(had to stickerbomb this to appease the tumblr gods 😌😌)

[suddencolds]

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[wizerdbattle]

Wizerd, may I ask what you like about Miphlink?

I've been reading your fics and they're all really good, enjoyed each one without a doubt!

Okay so: CONFESSION.

I haven't been a Miphlink shipper for nearly as long as it feels like (to me) mostly because I just didn't ship BOTW Link with anyone for a long time. (I kind of saw him as aro (the projectorrr) but I won't go into that now bc I'll inevitably get sidetracked.) Just personality-wise, at least, I couldn't really get behind many ships with Link in them because it felt like half the point was that he was supposed to regain his since of self on his own. I also COMPLETELY ignored Mipha on my first playthrough. I'm pretty ashamed to say this seeing as she's one of my favourite ever characters but she was just so unnassuming in all the cutscenes I sort of missed her in comparison to all the other Champions, who have a much more obvious presence.

I only really started to understand Mipha when I started to write for her (thanks to Zora May if I recall correctly) and realised that there are a lot of things that are just so fun about her. Obviously there's the angst factor etc etc but what stuck out most is that she's just such a whole character if you know what I mean. She definitely understands her duty to her kingdom and her role in the Calamity, and doesn't take it lightly, but she's still full of so much joy and compassion and thoughtfulness.

I guess I started to ship miphlink because at some point I felt like it fit really well with both their characters. The very boring answer to why I enjoy the relationship is I think their characters compliment each other. There's the obvious symbolic stuff, like Link being a knight and Mipha being a healer, Link being rougher and Mipha being softer, but I think the main untapped canon part is that they would make a really good team.

I'm mostly just writing at the moment to further undersatnd the both of them so I'm not fully there yet, but at the moment I like writing the sweeter moments and little conversations. And the pining etc 😉 I hope to write some sort of battle sequence or adventure thing where they work together but I'm not exactly sure how I would write it yet.

In other people's work I really just like to see how they interperet the relationship! There's a lot of stuff I can miss so it's nice to have thoughts bestowed on me by someone else. Some takes I don't like but so far the miphlink community has done nothing but fuel my obsession.

[moraxsthrone]

welp. looks like i'm maining kaeya again. 🫠 been getting him ready for 3.8 and omggggg he's so much stronger now??

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[polishedforsurvival]

"i didn't mean to talk your ear off."

Prompts for the Grumpy vs Sunshine Trope | Accepting | @kerothi

"You're not in any trouble," Levi assures him when he catches the look on Jean's face as he watches the rest of the new Levi Squad be dismissed for the evening, while he's so luckily chosen to stay behind and help Levi clean up. "Even if it might feel like punishment getting stuck with me."

It's a joke, mostly, but his signature deadpan delivery does little to make that clear.

"You seemed off today. More than you usually are, I mean." There he goes again. He's being sincere, though. "Like there's some shit on your mind." And if there is, hell, Levi can't blame him; with all the shit they've been going through lately, there's a plethora of things that could be bothering him. Take your pick.

And he's not one to pry, isn't going to try to force anything out of him (not going to do something that he finds annoying as fuck when done to him), but he does care, and so he simply leaves him an opening, if he so wishes.

It takes a few moments, but Jean eventually takes it.

Levi doesn't say much while the young soldier shares what's on his mind, mostly the occasional hum or nod to show he's listening while he tends to the dishes, a word or two when it's needed. He's still talking when Levi hands him the last dish to dry, and that seems to be when Jean realizes he's been going on for a while.

"I didn't mean to talk your ear off."

"Hmn." Levi's looking down at his hands while he dries them. "You ever get roped into listening to Hanji's shit? That's talking your ear off. Until the sun's up, if you're unlucky enough."

It's his way of saying it's no big deal. Jean might be a member of the military, a soldier that could die at any moment, but he signed up to fight titans, not... all of this. And at the end of the day, he's still a teenager. They all are.

Levi tries to keep that in mind, when he can afford to.

"Better for you to let it out, anyway." Levi looks over at him. "Wouldn't want you to hold it all in and end up constipated."

Something he himself is all too familiar with.

[maliro-t]

as a bona fide vaxleth lover i am more confused than ever about how they are portrayed on the animated series i'm not gonna lie 😭

[petrichormeraki]

Cannot express how excited I am about elliens soon. I hope you're ready for multiple illustrations of elliens characters coming your way as soon as i get my grubby little paws on their official colors

WAAAHHH UAREHLUTDGLAXITTWK THANK YOU!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

You've been the main motivator for me to get this comic off the ground, you're a real one Kozzax ❤️❤️❤️❤️

"We can't wait to meet you!!"

[singsweetmelodies]

Currently thinking about the lyric ‘wondering if I doges a bullet or just lost the love of my life’ with piarles and I don’t know what to do with this but thought you may enjoy

first and foremost: whatever Tumblr is doing to asks on mobile lately is TERRIBLE. it looks completely broken & i can barely read it!! *charles_wtf discord react*

anyways!! hello anon <3333 sorry it's taken me this long to respond! i saw this ask at work, didn't have time to reply, and then, predictably, forgot all about it. i am so sorry. BUT here i am now - better late than never, right?

SO. omg. this lyric!! 🙏 a banger... ngl it breaks my heart to think about it in a piarles context, but i also love it. "wondering if i dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life" - i could see this as charles POV after a break-up. he's hurting and he's mad but he's also terrified that he lost the one thing that matters even more than ferrari...

ALTERNATIVELY - and you'll have to forgive me for bringing in something a little toxic/cursed here, but this is where my brain is at lately, i'm afraid - this lyric is still charles POV, but he thinks it about max. after a break-up with max (and, spoiler alert... he DID dodge a bullet with that one.) but it was a good dodge, because guess who is there to pick up the pieces and treat him a thousand times better than max ever could... 😉 pierre, of course. and THEY never break up - no, they have a "call it what you want" inspired romance <3333

either way: there is SO much potential for this lyric + piarles, and i adore you for opening my eyes to it!! tysm anon 🤩

[somedaytakethetime]

I have been listening to this cover on loop for.. a long time now.. I should also preface with the fact that I'm incredibly emotionally unstable and tender today... 😶😶 so.... 😶 I have an abandoned idea and hopefully that'll come out right. How do we feel about fake dating, severe emotional conflict and also a bit of angst that will turn out well? Bit of.. hm... you know.. references... on the side.. 😶 I'm me.. everything is horny with me.. if you were around long enough you would have lived through it.. Warnings: Mild. Very mild. So mild that the water isn't even warm yet. But it's still a bit of non appropriate content for the childrens so.. you know the drill.. Word Count: TOO EFFING MANY! HOW MANY!? SIX THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND NINETEEN MANY! YES I'M A CRIMINAL AND I'M SORRY

"Are we good friends?" you lift your head up from the papers you're going over and look at him, he's standing there serious and waiting for an answer. "No, I hate your guts. Why do you ask?" you say with an eye roll that shows you're joking, and he rolls his back, "I'm serious. Answer me. Are we good friends? Are we close friends? Are we on that level of friendship?" you look at him suspicious.. why is he asking all of these things? And how do you answer? Are you? You haven't been working here very long, it's long enough that you've grown comfortable with everyone though, you have to deal with all these men on a daily basis and you've learned how to handle each and every one of them. You like him the best, mostly because he's quiet and when you have to deal with so much testosterone? You want quiet. Plus, he's unfairly funny too. He's not the most extroverted, keeps to himself, but god is he hilarious once you get to know him. And you have. You've gotten to know him very well, you've probably grown closest to him out of everyone of them. In part because of how respectful he's always been, and in part because.. you shake your head and look at him, you suppose that.. "Yes. I think so? I would consider you a good friend, but do you consider me a good friend?". You list it out mentally: you text often enough, you have inside jokes, you feel comfortable with him, he's warmed up to you, you're totally comfortable to tease each other and bicker a lot. Yes, he's a good friend. But what if.. his voice breaks your pondering again, he's serious and quick, "Of course I do. That's why I need your help." oh... this isn't going to end well for you, is it? He's asked for help before.. it never ends well for you...

"I can't believe that I'm actually doing this.. I don't even think this is allowed! Do you understand how much trouble I'll be in if anyone finds out!?" and he just shrugs and laughs it off, scans the racks of dresses again and looks at a few before shaking his head and putting them back, "I'll cover for you the way you cover for me. You'll be fine, no one will fire you." and you scoff again, "Staff isn't allowed to date within the company! It's literally in my contract!" he just looks at you, smirking smugly, "Well, good thing that we're not dating." and pulls out another dress, looks at it from all angles, presses it into your hands and says "Go try this one on, I think the colour and cut will suit you." you sigh, exasperated, but walk away and do what he tells you to. Why did you agree to this again? Oh, yeah, because you're ''good friends''. And ''good friends'' help each other in times of need. You can still hear his pleading voice and you feel contrived. Yes, good friends help each other with mild tasks. Not with faking a relationship! You can't even legally do it, your contract states just that! You think... you can't remember exactly but you're pretty sure that's what clause 18 means.. too many clauses to remember.. you ignore clauses and huff as you take your clothes off and try the dress he handed you. He's going to a family wedding, needs a date and he wants you to fake being with him. Why can't he just take another girl that won't lose her job over this? Oh, yes, because he doesn't want to, right. "I'm just tired. I don't want to date. I don't want a relationship, I really don't, my last one was awful.. and that was years ago, I just don't care for this anymore. I want my family to stop bothering me about being single, I just need you to fake it this once with me and I'll never ask a favour again! Swear!" and he did look cute, holding his hand over his chest like a little boy scout, you'll give him the fact that he's adorable at times. Even if he would likely choke you for calling him adorable. You take a deep breath and stand up to face your reflection "Holy shit." this is.. not the dress you would have picked for yourself. It's gorgeous, yes, but there's a lot of chest.. tasteful, but you don't usually show your cleavage this openly.. can you even wear black to a wedding?? You open the door and walk towards where he sits, "Can I wear bl-" and he shakes his head, "Yes, you can. Trust me. At least three of my cousins will wear black. Plus, it'll match my suit the best and I think we should match. That's something couples do, no?" and you just look at him.. "I.. guess?" you really aren't sure, you've never been serious enough with anyone that you were matching for weddings. But in any case, it's his money. He's buying this dress so.. you'll take a pretty, expensive dress when offered.. besides you look kind of nice in it. Maybe... '"Stop being insecure." you look up at him, realising that he could notice you fussing and trying to hide yourself, "You look beautiful. I like how this dress looks on you. You hide yourself too much.", and you just look at him. You didn't know he.. noticed you like that. You don't think any of them notice you, that's your intention. But he did anyway. A warmth starts spreading in your chest and you just turn back "Okay, we'll get this one. It's your choice anyway, Mr. Moneybags, you know your family best." and quickly walk into the dressing room to change back.

"Oh god, why did I say yes again?" you're shaking, you're so nervous. You're walking through the pebbled path as you make your way into the giant private garden his cousin rented for his wedding. You're terrified of meeting his family. You're going to be introduced as.. what? Lord knows what. He has barely told you anything this far besides "I'll pick you up at home, be ready when I get there." and "You don't need to stress, my family is incredibly relaxed and they don't care for pomp. You'll see." sure.. you'll see... you'll see that apparently his cousin is also incredibly rich! Or at least it looks that way. God, you're going to make a fool out of yourself in front of all of these people... you should leave, you can fake sickness, you can-.. you can feel his hand engulf yours. A massive, strong hand suddenly snaking around your trembling one. His thick fingers force yours apart and lock them with his. It cuts your breathing for a second and you look up at him, "Please, stop that. You're safe. I wouldn't ask you if I thought anyone would be rude to you. My family will love you, I'm sure my mother will lose her mind. My father isn't a monster, even if he looks more intimidating, he'll be delighted with you too. He's been telling me to settle down for years.. they'll love you. I trust you completely and I want you to trust me too." he's looking into your eyes and you feel the urge to cry suddenly, you don't know why, there's just something there.. "I know it doesn't always come across that way, it's my temper, but I really like you. You're a good friend, I trust you. I've open up to you a lot more than I've opened up to some others I've known for years. I would have never asked if I didn't think we could fake being a couple well enough. Don't be scared, I'll be right here and you're safe with me. Okay? I don't need you to do anything major. Just need you to act like you don't hate me and that you would, if bribed and begged enough, sleep with me on occasion." he says it with humour, trying to make you laugh, but there's no humour in you right now. There can be none. Because you don't need to pretend that you don't hate him. And you definitely wouldn't need to be bribed into sleeping with him. You'd do so gladly. You'd even offer first. 'You want him' there's the traitorous voice that has been haunting you lately, whenever he's near, and that voice is correct. Which is a thought that scares you even more.

You're not okay. You're just simply not okay at all. You have drank enough that you've let go of all your inhibitions. You're watching him dance with his cousin's bride, lost his jacket and tie a while back, his sleeves are rolled up and he's the freest you've ever seen him. He's beautiful. He's so handsome. And he's hot as hell too. The reception has been beautiful, the speeches were lovely. His whole family nearly dropped in shock when he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend. His mother shrieked in delight. His cousins did too. Even the bride, who has known him for years and watched him grow up, came over and gave you a huge hug, "Oh, I'm so happy to meet you!! He's a dog for hiding you from us, but I'm glad that you're finally taking him off the streets.. he's been evading love for too long." and she side eyed him, called him a sneak for keeping you hidden from them and he pouted and told her to get off his back. She treats him like a baby brother and it makes him huffy when he's treated like a child. All of his older cousins do, and they've ribbed him all night about not telling anyone that he was dating 'such a gem'. You're a gem. You've never been called a gem. Or beautiful this often either. His mother has hugged you and danced you with like she's known you for years. His father, tall and intimidating, has smiled softly at you often and asked you to dance with him too. They've been lovely and keep telling you how happy they are that he's finally found someone. "You're such a lovely girl, I can tell, and.. he deserves it so much. He's been alone for too long, he deserves a girl that will treat him right this time." it's tumbling in your head. What happened with his previous relationship? Something awful that everyone keeps avoiding but mentions in passing as something to never be spoken of openly. It must have been horrible if it put him off of dating for so long. You focus on him again, dancing with one of his baby cousins now, tiny little toddler that twirls her dress when he spins her gently. Your heart beats it's way up to your throat and you feel it threatening to come out. 'God, don't... you're faking this, just don't. You don't even know for how long he'll ask you to fake it, nothing makes sense about it.. but just.. don't.. be a good friend and don't.' yet.. you still swoon and sigh at the way he lifts his baby cousin up in the air and she squeals with delight, says his name in that baby tender way children do, and melts into his embrace as he kisses her a million times. He looks straight into your eyes suddenly, smiling as he kisses this baby, and you feel your heart again. You smile back at him, fondly and in love, and you lie and tell yourself that you're faking it.

"I need you to be free this Saturday, please tell me you are." you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear his voice behind you. Drop all the supplies you'd been grabbing from the cupboard and turn around, startled and a little angry, "Can you stop doing that!? How do you walk this quietly!!?? Are you a spy for some special organisation!??" and his hearty laugh turns your legs a little into jelly, "Are you free on Saturday or not, girlfriend?" your traitorous heart speeds up at being called girlfriend, you ignore it and ask him suspiciously, "I think so? Why am I being asked this.." and when he gives you that angelic smile you know you're in trouble again.. "My mum has invited us for lunch. Dad's cooking.", you give him a neutral look, "I promise he can cook! I swear men in my family are great cooks! It's a cultural thing.", and you watch him get smug, your blood rushes faster in your veins, but you choose a frown instead of swooning, "Do I really have to..", he looks a bit taken back by that but says softly, "I wouldn't force, of course, I would never do that. But.. we are dating. And my parents want to know you better. You have to remember that I did sort of just drop this on everyone out of the blue.." he looks dejected, you've never seen him this way, you don't like how it makes you feel.. "I don't mean that I don't want to, I'm sorry, but I'm just scared.. what if they don't like me? And what if I put a foot wrong? At the wedding it was easy to pretend. I wasn't the focus, and you cut all the questions down. But.." you say his name softly, "This time is different. They'll expect me to answer questions too. What if I don't know what to say and give us away?". he does it again.. his hand reaches for yours, holds them gently while his thumbs softly stroke your skin in a soothing gesture, "Hey, I'm right here. I'll be with you the whole time. I won't let you drown. We can do this together, I know my parents. They will only ask you questions about yourself, you can answer that, I'll answer what needs to be said for us.", you nod, his voice is so soothing, it makes your whole body relax, but you still say, "You can't always be doing that. We need to work a plan for how we met, how we started dating, all the details. We both need to know exactly what to say and it needs to match. We can't wing this. If we're going to pretend, we need to do it well.", he smirks at you, amused, "You're so cute. Always so obsessed with details, always want to do every little thing right. I love that about you.", your breath catches your throat and you watch him get closer to you, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight and we'll discuss the details? I'll cook. I swear I'm good at it!", you barely find the breath to say a quiet 'of course' as his name is called from down the hall, he smiles, kisses your cheek with all the casualty in the world, and says "I'll pick you up at seven, girlfriend!" and starts to stroll away, suddenly looks back and adds, "By the way.. I like that dress, it makes your eyes sparkle. You should wear it more.". Leaves you standing there, heart hammering in your chest, thinking 'why did I say yes again?'..

He wasn't lying. He can actually cook. It's a simple meal but it still made you feel warm inside when he said "I'm making my favourite for us, I hope you'll like it.", before you watched him cook dinner for you. He doesn't let you touch anything, just told you to sit and relax, "Let me handle everything.", and you grabbed the glass he gave you and walked to his couch. You don't always drink, but he has impeccable taste and this wine, something you don't ever think much about, is very light. "White wine goes best with what I'm making, so I hoped you'd enjoy it." it tastes.. expensive. You don't know how you know that, but the bottle is so non-descript that it has to be expensive. His house has to be expensive too. You don't recognise a single thing in it, but the minimal decoration, neutral colours and the feel of the fabrics just says 'yes, he really paid several amounts of money for this grey couch'. You're afraid to spill wine on it, so you get back up and go sit across from him at the bar stools by the island. You take small sips as you watch him, relaxed and free, in just a basic black tshirt and grey joggers. 'Even that's expensive' you notice the Boss logo so that one you know for sure, but regardless of the price.. it's not really the logo you're appreciating. It's the way his body looks in that tshirt. The way his butt looks in the joggers too when he turns around to grab something from the fridge.. "Do you have any allergies?" you look up at him quickly, he definitely found you starring at his butt if the smirk is any indication, and you turn pink, say quickly to hide your embarrassment, "Not that I'm aware.", his voice is thick with amusement, "Let's hope we don't find out tonight." and goes back to cooking. "How did we start dating?", you ask emboldened and he doesn't skip a beat or look surprised, "I'm going to be honest, I think the best way is for us to say that we just started to grow close at work and one thing led to another. There's no need to give a lot of details, the less we say, the better it'll benefit us in the end.", and you nod, take a longer sip and stay silent. He's right. The less details you give to anyone, the easier the lie is to keep up. It's the logical, correct approach. And if it's the logical, correct approach.. why are you disappointed that there's no romance to it?

His body is warm against yours, his lips are soft as he kisses your neck. His hands are roaming your body and you moan openly when he sinks deeper, legs tightening around his hips, you cling to him and melt as he whispers in your name in your ear. You're so close. He's so good, he's always so good at everything, of course he'd be good at sex too, but.. he's just so good.. you want him so badly, you want it all so badly, you whine and moan and beg and.... wake up. Startled that your alarm went off. Nearly fall out of bed and look around, confused and frantic, trying to find out where you are. Home. In your bed. Alone, as usual. 'Right..', you sigh and get up, start to get ready for the day as the images play in your mind. You had a lovely dinner, you sat on his couch talking for far too long to the point you lost track of time and he even offered to let you sleep over "I'll take the couch, you can take my bed. I'm a gentleman, always." you can hear his voice so clear and that made your stomach twist again. You didn't want him to be a gentleman.. so you shook your head and told him you'd rather go home, made up the excuse that you can't sleep unless it's in your bed just to hide how disappointed you were. He's.. honest. That's the problem. He's been honest the entire time. He asked you a favour. Asked you to fake a relationship with him just for a while until his family stops bothering him and then he'll inform them you broke up, go back to being solitary as he's content to be. He told you that, in those exact words. And.. it stung. Even if you know that it shouldn't. Because, the truth that you are having a harder and harder time ignoring is: you like him. You had a crush on him before you started working there, you knew who he was. Of course you did. And working closely with him just made it worse. This is making it worse. Because now you get to experience what would be like to date him, yet.. you can't date him. No one can even know about it at work, granted he doesn't seem to care. Everything about this can, and will, end up horribly. Especially for you. You go to work feeling like a zombie, do your tasks mechanically, can't stop having flashes of your dream. How warm he felt, how good he felt. It makes you feverish and you're out of sorts all day. You're distracted and you keep reading the same line over and over until his voice breaks your trance "Are you free on Saturday or no? You never told me." you just nod, absent minded, "Yes, I am. Where do I need to be and at what time?", you're colder to him than he's used to and it makes him frown a little, "I'll pick you up as usual. Would you like me to buy you something to wear? I'm not insulting you, just offering if you'd like a new dress or a new outfit just in case.", that hurts your fragile ego given how you're feeling, "I have enough clothes and they'll suit just fine, thank you. Your parents surely won't be mortally offended to see me wearing high street, not if they're no pomp people the way you said.", he scoffs ,"No, they won't. No one cares about branding in my family, but thanks for thinking that poorly of us.", "Thanks for treating me like your poorly dressed sugar baby in a need of a make-over.", his eyes turn cloudy and he says, curtly, "I wasn't trying to imply that at all, I just made an offer. Given that you're doing all of this for me, I just thought it would be nice if I did something for you.", it offends you more, you interpret that as a being seen as a gold digger, "I don't need your money, I make my own. I can buy myself clothes, even if not with the price tags you can afford. And besides, I don't need anything from you, I agreed because we're good friends, remember?", he just nods and walks away without a single word. And you get up, walk to the bathroom, and lock yourself in one of the cubbies, sobbing quietly, for a good 15 minutes.

The ice has melted by the weekend and you both play the part beautifully. His parents truly are delightful and you do love spending time with them, they're so kind and sweet to you. You warm up more and more around him as the meal goes on and by the end you're sitting in his lap on the couch. It feels so natural. To have his hands on your body, his breath brushing your hair, to have him nuzzle you and place kisses on your temple from time to time. His father's words haunt you even when you're back home, all alone, "I haven't seen you smile like this in so long, son, I'm so happy you found each other." It makes it so much harder. Everything makes it so much harder. Because it starts a flood. The lunch is only the beginning. You start to spend more and more time with him after that. Get invited to go out with his friends and their partners, get invited for family birthdays. You have to watch him be himself around the people he loves the most, pretending to be his loving girlfriend. And you are. At some point it becomes less fake and more real to you. Something changes in him too. He's so free, so tender and touchy with you, his hands always seeking yours, nuzzling you, kissing your face in front of others. You do everything but kiss. Until you're pushed to. Another cousin gets engaged. Yet another family party happens. You're lightly tipsy, keep getting roped into doing shots with his mates. They like you, and you like them too, they're hilarious and they tell you all sorts of embarrassing stories about your "beloved" in his youth. You're just.. happy.. and he's happy too, holding you close, his body tightly pressed to yours, as you dance. You're looking into each other's eyes, you've never wanted to kiss someone as badly as you want to kiss him, and suddenly his cousin, the oldest one, shouts from across the room, "Will you just kiss the girl already!?" and he tells him off, laughing, while you turn bright pink and freeze. Suddenly all of his cousins and mates start shouting, hooting and encouraging him, "Come on, kiss her!", "Are you going to wait until the wedding day to kiss her in front of us!?", "You've never been this shy before!" and he wants to play it off, make sure that you're comfortable and don't feel forced, he whispers softly in your ear "Ignore them, they're being dicks.", but when he looks back at you.. your hands just wrap around the base of his neck, slide up into his hair, pull him down and you kiss him. Hooting and clapping erupts around you but you don't care. You're kissing him. You're actually kissing him. You feel on fire, you've never wanted anything so badly. You melt into him as he keeps kissing you back, hungrily, and it makes you burn even hotter. He pulls back so fast when his cousin, the engaged one, shouts playfully "Get a room!" and you're mortified that you just put on a show. He isn't. Just tells him off and says "You wanted me to kiss my girlfriend, didn't you? There you have it!" and you shiver all over at the mention of girlfriend again. You can't stop looking at him for the rest of the night. You're so into him. You're so desperate. You need him, you just can't play pretend anymore, you need more kisses, more touches, more everything.

It's not your fault that you fall into bed that night, it was simply inevitable. There was so much sexual tension between you after that kiss, or at least you felt it that way. He drives you home and you can't help when you kiss him at your front door. And the way he kisses you back just as quickly, just as desperately, just as willing, has you beg him "Come in. Please.". He does take you inside, you're tipsy in a way that makes you stumble a little, but not in a way that inhibits your judgment. It doesn't matter to him because he refuses to touch you like that, but.. you didn't stand on the same high ground as he did. Touching him made him feel something too, it turned him on and made him break his resolve. Falling into bed felt so natural, so right. Like it was meant to be all along. Feeling him, skin heated, above you as he whispered low in your ear, touching you, kissing you everywhere, sinking deeper and deeper with every thrust, making you arch up into him and moan and whine, his name falling freely from your lips along with begging, driving you both to the brink of sanity and watching it all fall apart as you collided into each other. Two bright balls of fire no longer capable of holding back. It left you euphoric, needing more and more, and he fed off of that energy. You fell apart together more times than you probably should have and you ended up falling asleep on his chest, exhausted, breathless and deeply sated. You dreamt about it in your slept.. imagined the beautiful life you could have together while sleeping safe in his arms... that's why it was extra crushing when you woke up all alone. Naked in your bed, cold in your sheet, with only a small note on your bedside table saying 'I'm so sorry'.

You're focusing extra hard on your work. You sobbed, felt like something was ripped from you, pulled yourself together and got dressed before leaving for work. 'It's fake. It meant nothing at all. You're an idiot. You're the one that fell in love. God, you're so stupid. This is all your fault. Why did you even say yes!? Stupid stupid stupid'. You copy some more lines and scan your work for errors. You might have messed up on other areas, but you're still professional above all. "Hey." his voice feels like a bucket of ice water now, you're no longer happy to have him around. You lift your cold eyes up and pierce him with a glare, "May I help you?" and he at least as the decency to look embarrassed, "I'm so-" you hold up a hand and cut him off, say coldly, "You can cut the crap. I don't give a shit. You can leave and go back to your training. This was it. I'm done, I don't care if you need help. Tell your family that I broke up with you.", you can see panic in his eyes. Good. You want him to hurt the way you're hurting, "I didn't think-" "No, you clearly didn't. I'm glad we agree on that. But none of that matters now because this is over. You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted, so we can both part ways now. Just inform your family that it's over and tell them that I did it. I want them to think I'm the bitch instead, that will make you look better. See? Aren't I nice to you, good friend!" your voice drips with sarcasm and he suddenly turns cold, "Of course. Thank you for your help." and just turns his back and walks away. It's a good thing that the bathroom is so close.. because you're going to hide in the same cubbie as usual and cry all through lunch again.

It's needless to say he feels sick. This isn't what he wanted at all. He freaked out and he knows. But that's exactly why he wanted to talk to you. Because.. he loves you. The previous night was just too much for him. He's been trying to push down all these feelings that have been bubbling inside him and he couldn't push them any longer. He didn't mean for anything to get so far, but you were so.. enticing. He wanted you. He just couldn't push at that anymore. You willingly wanted him too and he gave in. Even for a night, he had to have you, he needed to know what it was like to truly have you. He just wasn't good with the aftermath when all his feelings came crashing down on him and you were sleeping peacefully, no longer an anchor to help guide him on what to do. He responded the way he always does when he's afraid: by growing cold. He left you, all alone, in your bed and only wrote the cowardly note to appease his own conscience that he was doing things to protect you. He's been broken for so long that he doesn't know how to be whole again now. She messed him up, it skewed his views of himself and he didn't want to bring that into your plate. But he's fucked up even more than he would have if he'd been honest and faced the truth. He loves you so dearly, you've brought him so much joy.. he turns the volume higher as that song starts to play, drives home, sings along and feels sorry for himself as he remembers all the moments you've shared. All the times he wanted to kiss you, all the times he's wanted to confess he was falling for you, all the times he's wanted to say 'What if it was real? What if we stopped pretending? What if we truly did this?' but silenced those thoughts instead. He just wanted to talk, wanted to finally expose himself, pull the curtains back and show you all that's him, the rawness that he feels when he's with you. You're like wearing a woolly sweater against his naked skin: it was uncomfortable at first but it brought him so much warmth that he started to miss it even before taking it off. Having to face being in a relationship wasn't easy, it was painful even and he took control of it all on purpose, but as he started to taw out and let you take the wheel it just became easier. You're not like her, you're nothing like her, and you woulnd't hurt him. But he hurt you. It was so easy to love you.. you did it so honestly... with such a freedom and sweetness.. and.. he's in love. And he's waited so long to be in love... he's been so lonely.. he can't. He can't let you go. Not when he's grown this attached to you. Not when you gave him hope.

The incessant knocking on your door is pissing you off. The delivery guy needs to be joking right now, he can't be in much of a hurry. "Fucking hell are you late for the train!?", you swing the door open and it's not the delivery guy, "Yes, I am." he pushes into your house, holds your face in both hands and kisses you fiercely. Resists all your pushes, kicks the door shut behind himself with his foot and doesn't stop kissing you until you grow pliant in his hands, just the way you were the night before. You moan into the kiss and he immediately breaks from you, "I can't tell my parents you broke up with me.", you want to throw him out of your house, you're going to argue but, "In fact, I can't tell anyone that. Because you're not breaking up with me. I'm not letting you.", and he kisses you again, this time even longer, slower and sweeter, and you feel your brain completely dissolve and disappear. "We're not breaking up. We can't and we won't. I fucked up. I was a fucking asshole for leaving like that. I'm sorry. I panicked. I'm in love with you and I panicked.", needless to say that's not what you're expecting to hear at all. You stand there, looking at him like a fish out of water, and he continues, words pouring out of him like the rain that's finally pouring outside after threatening the whole day, "I love you. This started as a way to shut up everyone, to distract them so they would leave me alone again after I told them we broke up and that I just am not meant to be in relationship. But that's a lie. I wasn't mean to be in a relationship with her, but I'm mean to be in one with you. You humbled me. You showed me all these things about myself that I'd never seen. You showed me so much love. You showed me that someone can want me for me. I saw you fall in love with me. I pretended I didn't notice, because it scared me so fucking much. She left me completely fucked up, but you showed me that it doesn't have to be that way. You're honest and you're real, you made me see that I could be too. I want this to be real. I know I've fucked up things with us but I'll spend the rest of our lives correcting this if you let me. So, no, I can't tell my parents that you broke up with me. Because I never even got the chance to really date you, we can't break what never had the room to start."

You swallow and ask softly "What did your ex girlfriend do?", and he inhales sharply, "Fiancée. We even got engaged... because I'm an idiot. She didn't.. she just..", you realise that this is deeper and harder for him to open up about, you take his hand, the way he's done with you many times in the past, "I'm here, remember? You're safe with me. And I'm right here.", you watch him nod slowly, for a split second he looks like a child that's trusting you with all he has, and he sounds more hurt when he speaks again, "We met through a friend. I thought she was the world. I don't know why but it was like... immediate, you know? I just felt like she was what I'd been waiting for all my life. And god, I was so wrong.. but I didn't notice. I trusted her and I did everything she asked me without asking questions. I was eager, I wanted a wife and a family, I don't even know why I was rushing.. probably because I got so swept up in every dream she sold me. But she didn't love me. She just wanted the fame, the cameras.. she wanted the lifestyle, she wanted all this shine.. and that's not the man I am. But I offered it to her still. I proposed because she kept showing me rings and mentioning everyone around us marrying.. I didn't even notice they were older than us, I just started to feel like I had to do it too. We had everything. We got all the details, set all the dates, did the whole rehearsal.. everything. Only two days before we were supposed to marry.. I found her fucking my friend, the same one that introduced us. Turns out they'd been doing that all along.", your heart sinks when he tells you this, you want to find whoever this girl was and hurt her even more than she hurt him, you hold his hands tighter, "I'm so sorry, that's so cruel. You deserve so much better than that." "She told me I didn't. She had told me over our time together that I'm too stubborn, too difficult, too hard-headed to love.. she made me believe she was the only one that could ever put up with me and love me..", you push into his space, hold his face and say softly "You aren't. Yes, you are stubborn. Yes, you're hard-headed and at times that makes you difficult. It's pointless of me to lie to you, but you know what? None of it matters because you are worthy of love. You're easy to love when you're yourself. You're worthy of so much love, because you give so much of it back too. You made it so easy to love you.... I tried so hard to just pretend, to keep it to the lie, to make sure nothing was getting out of control but.. it was so easy to fall in love with you. That scared me so much..", you're so close together, you can feel each others breaths, "You hurt me so badly this morning. I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest. I carelessly let myself fall in love with you and you did that..", his eyes get watery, his voice sounds quieter and shakier, "I'm so sorry. I truly am. I was so scared, but I never meant to hurt you. Please let me make up to you. Let me fix this. Don't push me away now, not when I've finally opened up and allowed you inside. I need you. I don't know what to do without you, it sprung up on me so fast and I'm so lost.. let me fix it, I can fix it, give me a chance. Let me do things right this time, let me show you the love you deserve. Let me make up for everything. Just.. you are my happiness, you're in all of my dreams. Give me a chance to try again, give us a chance at an happy ending. Please.". You're looking into his eyes. All the vulnerability in them for you to openly see. You feel everything he feels right now, as if his emotions are your own, and you nod. Your voice comes out softly, "Yes. I love you. Yes.", and he kisses you like you just made all of his dreams a reality. And maybe.. you have. You'll have a whole life ahead to see if to that.