#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER A LOT

[beeqisch]

as long as shes happy!!

I FORGOT HIS CUTIE MARK NOOO PLZ IM NOT A FAKE FAN I SWEAR

[xxlady-lunaxx]

saying words meant little to sanemi would be an outright lie. they meant everything. he knew people said ‘actions speak louder than words,’ but somehow he found that they could be equally impactful. whether negative… given or taken, such as with genya, or positive… like with giyuu. giyuu. god, he loved giyuu so much. they had been together since even before muzan’s death. perhaps they hadn’t quite used the term ‘dating’ to their relationship, but they had been utterly and completely in love. at least, sanemi had been. he knew that.

giyuu wasn’t much for words, showing his affection through touches and gifts. it wasn’t hard to tell he didn’t talk that much. at least, not now. after all, that had been the very reason he’d stood out to sanemi. his infuriating habit of staying quiet, elaborating little to nothing. but now, he seemed to be making an effort to speak. especially to sanemi.

the first time he had said ‘i love you’ to him… needless to say, sanemi would not let him go. never. and, at least, he knew now that there wasn’t a constant threat of death lingering behind them. he would make use of the few years they had left.

the second time giyuu had said ‘i love you’ was lost in the wind. but the third, fourth, fifth,…sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth times followed quickly after. sanemi had turned, only catching on to one word. his hair flicked his face and giyuu laughed. sanemi’s scowl was just for show as he strode forward, taking giyuu into his arms and pulling him closer by the waist.

“what did you say?” he’d asked. they were closer now. the cool air struggled to squeeze between their bodies.

“i love you,” giyuu said, a smile accompanying the words. the wind batted his hair, making it fly erratically. he’d had urokodaki, his mentor as a child, help him cut it. it was short now—he’d lost the ponytail. he still looked completely and absolutely adorable.

“say it again,” sanemi breathed. he bent his head down, pressing his lips to giyuu’s neck. “please.”

“i love you.” giyuu allowed better access, turning his head to speak into sanemi’s ear. “i love you, sanemi.”

“again.”

“i love you.”

and again, and again, and again, and again. i love you. i love you, sanemi. i love you, giyuu. a kiss. lips to his jaw. his nose, his cheeks, his lips. i love you, i love you, i love you. godfuck, giyuu, i love you so much.

words meant everything to sanemi. especially when they came from giyuu. with that sweet, angelic voice. the smile that felt like a slice of heaven.

he loved him. giyuu loved him. giyuu loved sanemi.

“fuck. i love you, giyuu. i love you so goddamn much.”

he loved him too much.

[sentientgolfball]

Have I ever told you all how much I love Mist and Sunshine?

Nothing will ever stop me from having my sun and moon girlfriends. Nothing.

[nutal]

very hesitant on posting this because my ass cannot draw for the LIFE of me but I thought I should offer something for guitarspear week (not prompt specific)

so here is a very messy little guitarspear sketch I did all the way back in LATE APRIL/EARLY MAY. Had to digitally redraw Adam’s other arm in kinda shittily bc I can’t find the og notebook I doodled this in.

I offer you this 😞🙏

and yes those ARE dimple piercings on Adam

RUNS AWAY AS FAST AS I CAN

[queersouthasian]

If I see one person saying shit like "Babe deserved it, he was always harsh with charlie” (no he wasn't, the only times he was harsh were the times he was manipulated by way's bitchass self and thought Charlie was going to betray him, makes sense he has spent majority of his life being betrayed, but Charlie never did and never will, every lie he says is FOR BABE, he unnecessary never lies, and everytime babe thought charlie lied against him, he got the reassurance that Charlie would never and with time Charlie has build this trust, he never gave up even when babe misunderstood 'cause he knows how much babe went through so he makes sure babe knows that his lie was to save him, it's always to save him and that relaxes babe, Charlie could become so much more than just a lover to babe because he took his time to build that safe space and trust between them even if the situation didn't let them) I would start swinging.

[bright-omens]

I Think I Love You Too

A one-shot about ineffable bureaucracy because I wanna write

Beelzebub stared at the empty seat in front of them, the music in the background flooding their senses as the people around them scurried around drinking, talking, and doing whatever else their little human hearts desired.

Beelzebub was waiting on Gabriel. It felt like an eternity. Was he ever going to get there? Beelzebub couldn't explain why the (very plain) archangel drew them in so much. Sometimes, they hated it and wished the feeling would go away, but then they'd see him and that feeling of hatred went away. Instead, it was replaced with a feeling of warmth and happiness, and they figured that caring so much about him couldn't be all bad if it made them feel this way. So, they waited and drummed their fingers against the table, waiting for the archangel.

Out of nowhere, he seemed to appear right in front of them, a smile spreading across his face. "Hello, Beelzebub." He sat down and stared at them, practically mesmerized by their appearance. He could've stared at them for hours and still wouldn't be able to bring himself to look away. "You said you needed to talk to me about something?"

Beelzebub gave him a small smile and nodded. "Yes. It seems that..." They faltered. Could they really be sure that what they felt was love? Could they really be sure that they fell for the archangel Gabriel? What if it was just a small thing that would pass?

Gabriel stared at them expectantly. "It seems that what?" He raised an eyebrow, urging them to continue. He wasn't sure what they were going to say, but, whatever it was, he would hang on their every word. Even the loudest music wouldn't be able to drown out Beelzebub to him. He loved listening to their voice, much more than human's music.

Beelzebub chuckled at his expression. They found his clueless yet meaningful reactions funny and sometimes cute too. And then they found themself wondering, 'how could I question if I love this dolt?' and they smiled again. "It seems that I may love you, Gabriel," They said with a soft smirk.

Gabriel stared and both his eyebrows shot up. "Me?"

"Yes, you, you bloody idiot," Beelzebub told him, shaking their head affectionately.

"I see...Well, I think I love you too." Gabriel smiled and regained his composure. He didn't think he loved Beelzebub. He knew he did. He knew that he would do almost anything for them. He knew that he wanted to be around them as much as possible. He knew that they made him feel loved and wanted. He knew that he loved the thought that he made them feel the same.

So, they gazed at each other, nothing but love in their eyes. Beelzebub still wondered how this idiot could've managed to make them fall for him, but they were happy. For once in their eternal life, they were happy all because of some silly angel. And they were okay with that.

[dreamonminecraft]

snf are like boy best friends if boys were grown millionaire men and best friends were people who chased each other around with very sharp knives every time they get slightly angry at each other

[pimp-sempai]

garm and deneve posing for a formal couples picture :3c

deneve definitely chastises him later for not smiling and garm swears up and down that he thought he was

[thecherry95]

💕

[cakepoppresent]

First day of Grayson moving into his University dorm. His boyfriend Gideon came to help him get settled.

[ellenembee]

Garrett had been trying to hint at his true identity for years. Per his extensive contract, he couldn't tell his husband Simon directly that he was his handler, but if Simon figured it out on his own, Garrett could claim a loophole.

Every time he thought he'd come up with the perfect method, though, it always blew up in his face.

"Oh, and don't forget to grab milk on the way home," Garrett said in a casual tone as their conversation about the latest assassination job came to a close.

A long pause followed. Garrett checked the connection.

Still active.

As he opened his mouth to prompt a response, however, Simon found his voice.

"What the fuck?! Are you actually spying on me?"

The anger knocked Garrett off balance, and the voice modulator couldn't hide it. "No! I--"

"Look, I know this job is a little fucked up, but I got in this business to make the world safer for my family. If you're going to subtly threaten me for no reason, I might just have to give it up, though."

"I wasn't trying to threaten you. I was just... trying to be helpful."

It was a phrase he tended to use when Simon was mad at him for something. The loud sigh at the other end of the encrytped communication device told him it hadn't worked this time, either.

"God, now there are two of you," Simon grumbled. "I appreciate the oddly specific advice that points out that you all know everything about me, your lowly little grunt assassin. But can you do me a favor and keep it to yourself from now on?"

"Sure," Garrett said, trying to hide the disappointment in his tone.

"Thanks."

"But seriously. Don't forget the milk, okay?"

The line went dead.

Your spouse is leading a secret double life as an assassin, trying their best to keep it secret from you. This has never really worked, because, unbeknownst to them, you are actually their handler.

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[paintedcrows]

Biting you. Biting you. Biting-

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[queersouthasian]

BEFORE I LOG OFF, I JUST WANT Y'ALL TO REMEMBER CHARLIE SWEARED ON HIS LIFE MULTIPLE TIMES THAT BABE CAN TRUST HIM UNFILTERED ALSO BABE'S FIRST CONCERN IS ALWAYS CHARLIE

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK