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[chainmail-butch]

sometimes you look at a tgirls tummy and see the face of god

[turtlecleric]

Bay!Mikey x Reader, angst? It's pining idiots time. Idk I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open but I wanted to do something for V Day

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By the time you make it home, you're exhausted and ready to pass the fuck out. After a much-needed shower, you collapse onto the couch and put something on the tv for noise. Despite how dead tired you feel, it's not late enough to actually think about sleep yet. Besides, sleeping this early would be a waste of your very limited, very precious free time. Still, you don't really feel like doing much of anything, so you proceed to stare at the ceiling while some random sitcom fills your living room with quips and laughter that you don't really hear. 

You're just starting to consider saying fuck it and going to bed anyway when there's a knock at your door. 

You groan as you push yourself up. A little annoyed. A little confused. Those feelings don't go away when you open the door to see a stranger holding up a plastic bag with the logo from your favorite sushi place. 

“Delivery,” the guy says in a bored tone, pushing the bag into your hands.

“Uh.” You glance down at the food, then back up at the guy. “I didn't order any-”

“Already paid for. Says it's for,” he peers down at his phone for a moment, and he grimaces a bit. “...Angelcakes.”

Your eyebrows raise at that. Mikey bought you food? Why? 

The guy heaves a sigh, then leaves without another word. He's not having a very good Valentine's Day, you think to yourself. Then again, until now, you weren't either. It's just another day in your world. Just another day filled with too much work and not enough time. You had honestly been planning on just skipping dinner altogether. 

Mikey. Coming in clutch. Again. It makes you smile, that he thought of you. But, to be fair, he always makes you smile.

Damn it. 

You retreat back into your apartment and pull out several containers with various sushi rolls. A lot of rolls, actually. Like, more than you could ever hope to eat by yourself. 

A second knock pulls your attention, though this time it comes from your window. Ah. That tracks. 

You let Mikey in and immediately get swept up in a hug that lifts your feet off the floor. He sways you from side to side in his arms, pulling a laugh out of you before putting you down, and his smile is like a balm on your soul. 

“Mikey!” You feign sternness, jabbing the center of his plastron with a finger. “You should've told me you ordered food! What if I had picked something up? Or started cooking?”

He snorts at that, pushing your finger to the side with one large hand. “You said you were swamped at work. It's gotta be really bad for you to actually admit how busy you are. You always skip dinner when that happens. Can't have my Angel wasting away.” He winks down at you and heads for the couch, already opening a container of sushi and stuffing a bite into his mouth. He turns back to you, talking around his mouthful. “Especially on Valentine's Day!”

His tone is light, like it always is, but the words make you pause. The fact that he knows you that well. That an offhand text you sent that morning led him to do this for you. It has a swell of fondness growing in your chest, and you feel yourself soften. He really is such a good guy. Such a good friend. 

Friend, you remind yourself bitterly. Just a friend. 

He must sense something shift in your mood, because his grin falls. You see his brow creasing, a worried frown tugging at his lips. “You okay, Angel?”

You take a slow breath before fixing your smile back in place. “Just tired, Mikes.” You join him on the couch, pulling a container into your lap and avoiding his gaze. You need to squash this stupid sadness that's got its claws in you. This stupid… yearning for something you can never have. “...Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.”

He's quiet for a moment. Then he grabs a piece of sushi and holds it out, like he's holding a glass and wants you to clink yours against his. It makes your smile real again, and you pick up your own piece to comply. 

“Cheers, babe.” The nickname makes your chest squeeze, but you push the feeling down so he doesn't see. 

“Cheers.”

The two of you eat in comfortable silence as the show plays. It doesn't take long for you to polish off all the rolls with Mikey's help, and you lay down with your head pillowed on his leg like you've done a million times before. His fingers find your hair and start to brush through, pulling a contented sigh from your lungs. His hand in your hair, his steady breathing, just his presence. It's soothing in a way you'll never be able to fully explain, and soon you find yourself struggling to stay awake. 

Halfway through the next episode, you realize he's… uncharacteristically quiet tonight. Not rambling or cracking jokes. Not even laughing at the show - and Mikey loves this show. He's the one who introduced it to you in the first place.

You're so tired, so close to falling asleep right there with your head on his lap, but you manage to push through the heavy blanket of exhaustion and speak. 

“What are you thinking about,” you slur. The feeling of his hands lightly scratching your scalp is making it hard to focus. Hard to think.

His hand falters for a long moment. Then it continues, but he doesn't answer. Time weaves around you, and you try to keep your eyes open but you can't. You can't. You feel yourself drifting, falling into the waiting embrace of sleep, and it's only then that you think you hear his voice. But it's… different. Sad. More serious than you've ever heard him. And surely you're dreaming? Surely this is just your mind playing tricks? 

“Would you be my valentine,” his voice whispers. “If I asked, would you… would you be mine?”

A lovely dream, you think to yourself. 

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Mikey watches you sleep, still brushing a hand through your hair. You're so beautiful. And he is so, so afraid. 

“Would you be mine?” he whispers into the air. "Would you?"

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Tag list: @yorshie @luckycharms1701 @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @mxalmighty @thelaundrybitch

[styxisms]

// Like this for something from wuk lamat, sphene, or bakool ja ja.

[sosclancy]

Tried to do cliquetwt and I just can't ☠️

Completely forgot that Twitter is primarily text based and like..... You know, maybe I don't want to read everyone's thoughts all the time. Text posts here are mostly thought through, but on Twitter it's just whatever comes to someone's mind that instant.

There's also an irony epidemic where everyone needs to be joking 24/7 like, can't they ever be serious? For a second? And when they're are serious it's about the dumbest shit ever, creating discourse out of thin air.

Idk... maybe I'm just to autistic, or just to serious, maybe I'm just to old too. But if I'm being honest, I've never been able to do Twitter ever, even when I was young lol Maybe that place just isn't for me after all.

[cassowariess]

I tripped and fell over, slamming into the ground yesterday and now half of my body is ultra sore. Have taken painkillers but it's keeping me awake. Really annoying.

Also I really need to lose weight, because trust me, hitting the ground when you weigh more fucking hurts worse.

[agustdiv1ne]

i thought i was gonna be writing some hardcore stuff tn but i'm j sitting here getting emotional bc of tubatu

[yeonjuins]

Hii relatively new follower of yours <3

Who is your Enhypen bias? Mine is Sunghoon >.<

-🌟

HELLO ANONNIE this feels like a TRAP considering the main topic of my blog tonight so i will plead the fifth (its jay and sunghoon btw)

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[leebrontide]

Ok so my kid had an ear infection, right? As kids often do.

The doctor scraped out a bit of earwax to have a better look inside.

I was sent a bill for $200 PER EAR for this 5 second procedure which I did not give permission for them to do.

That was key- they did not ASK me if they could do this "procedure". And, as I OWN a medical practice (it's me. The medical practice is me, sitting in my house on video calls) I knew to call them when this bill came in to be like "You did not obtain informed consent for this procedure, and it was not en emergency procedure. You had full ability to gain my consent and didn't. I'm not paying."

And the massive hospital who owned the bill said "yuh-huh you do have to pay."

And I said "I own a practice. I know these laws. I do not owe you money for this."

And they conducted an "internal review" and SURPRISE! Decided I totally owed them money and they had never done anything wrong ever.

And so I called my state's Attorney General office, and explained the situation because, as I mentioned, I know the law. The AG got in touch within a couple days to say they were taking the case and would send the massive hospital conglomerate a knock it off, guys letter.

Lo and Behold, today I have a letter where said hospital graciously has agreed to forfeit the payment.

"How not to get screwed over by companies" should be part of civics class.

Know your rights and know who to call when they're infringed on. This whole process cost me $0 and honestly less effort than I would have expected.

May this knowledge find its way to someone else who can use it.

[willowcrowned]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[fallout-lou-begas]

[emilnikos]

love it when my friends say "you would do numbers on Tumblr" buddy I am on Tumblr. and the number is 3

[climbingthefloors]

obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world

[sosclancy]

Someone has been soft blocking me and I kept following them like "heey I why I don't follow you?" I'm so sorry I'm stupid and forgetful lol

[ladyshinga]

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.