#and the whole constantly-in-my-faceness of it

[hisunflower]

 𓈒 𓈒 ✿ ˚ boyfriend | lee jeno,

who loves the little moments with you.

genre: fluff, smut, boyfriend!jeno | contains: soft!jeno, switch couple, cursing, small dialogue, 18+ mdni, sex mentioned !

boyfriend!jeno who was adorably quiet upon his first impression of meeting through mutuals (he turned out to be the softest, sweetest and silliest guy you’ve ever known—compared to his hard outward appearance—you had no idea he’d be like this…who would??~).

boyfriend!jeno who is still shy around you at certain moments, like when you change in front of him in the dressing room, seeing you in your bra and panties always gets a rush out of him, but seeing how a dress hugs your body sends him over the edge (“babe, can you help me zip this up?” you can tell he’s nervous when he zips up your dress, but it’s so cute how he’s still so giddy about you).

boyfriend!jeno who playfully flirts with you while grocery shopping like the two of you aren’t dating…“excuse me miss, can you help me find this?” (he shows you the grocery list you two had written at home; 1. eggs, 2. noodles 3…etc, etc…and right there in the middle of the list where he’s pointing and smirking, it says in bold, ‘your number,’).

boyfriend!jeno who towers over you and rests his head on yours from behind, kisses your neck and ears making you giggle while standing in a quiet line in public (he’s such a tease, but maybe you more than him~).

boyfriend!jeno who grabs your hand from behind when he’s taking the lead through a crowd of people (sometimes it’s the other way around when his introversion sneaks up on him and you save the day).

boyfriend!jeno who always molds his larger hands around yours, spinning the promise ring he got you around your finger (“one day this’ll be here…you know, when you have my last name and all.”)

boyfriend!jeno who notices when your shoe laces are loose and ties them into bunny ears or if your hoodie isn’t zipped up all of the way on a cold day (he loves to tidy you up and keep you warm <3).

boyfriend!jeno who sticks his hand in your jeans back pocket whenever you’re out together, at home he gives you massages in the same place (or in other words, he loves squeezing the flesh of your bare ass underneath the tiny shorts you wear around the house).

boyfriend!jeno who tickles you until you can’t breathe on the couch, laying there underneath him in your tank top and shorts “god, you’re so cute,” and suddenly he’s making out with you like he hasn’t tasted you in days.

boyfriend!jeno who carries you to the bedroom to play fight, (seconds later your shorts are down your ankles as he’s slipping and ramming so deep into your wet cervix from behind—p.s, it doesn’t hurt; he constantly checks in with you—fingers indented into your skin as his hands arch you into the mattress…your head is buried into the pillows as you drool and moan curses of his name).

boyfriend!jeno who gets rough with you, pulling you into his lap as he thrusts up into you, but you beg him not to stop as you throw your head back and he pulls your hair, (“f-fuck! baby! jen-don’t stop!” this boosts his ego, but you don’t mind when you’re having sex ‘cause he’s gonna give you all he’s got, “mm baby…” he’s giving your tits each a turn in his wet mouth~ “fuuuuck, y/n,” now he’s the one throwing his head back as you ride him until his abs clench and brows furrow, all while he begs and whines about how close he is.

boyfriend!jeno who buries his face into your neck as your core swallows him whole, pulsating around him as he fills you, milking him dry until he’s left panting on your chest…sweaty bodies naked together, your sacred mix spilling out of you as you both watch him stuff it back inside of you, catching your breath, exchanging ‘I love you’s and holding each other.

boyfriend!jeno who is patient with you, affectionate, attentive and doesn’t get mad at you if/when you forget things (“that’s okay baby, we can use this instead,” “don’t worry baby, it can be replaced.”)

boyfriend!jeno who buys you whatever you want even if he doesn’t want anything for himself (you usually buy him something anyway because your baby needs to eat too, but if he doesn’t let you, you share with him).

boyfriend!jeno who happily watches you eat the food he buys for you whenever he tells you he isn’t hungry.

boyfriend!jeno who orders your favorite desserts and ice cream on cute dates to bakeries around the city (he knows all about your diet, has your allergies in his notes app just in case and has your favorite toppings all memorized perfectly…) ;((

boyfriend!jeno who makes out with you in the pool after splashing you with water or in the ocean, in the middle of the waves or in the rain for no reason at all (he’s genuinely the best kisser wherever whenever).

boyfriend!jeno who always includes you in activities and wants you to play sports with him and dream (he knows with you on his team it’s an easy win, plus it’s extra entertaining for him to see you out of your shell and get competitive with the members).

boyfriend!jeno who laughs at you when you’re screaming the rules of a game with his friends (he thinks you’re cute when you’re defensive and pouty).

boyfriend!jeno who randomly pinky promises that he’ll always be your best friend for as long as you’re together, “forever” (your heart almost aches…you tighten your hold around his pinky with yours as a promise is made).

boyfriend!jeno who blushes like crazy and smiles from cheek to cheek when you kiss the mole underneath his eye, after you whisper, “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

author’s note: hello friends! haha, the delusions are CRAAZYY!! Hahanmsb!2)$/

[emphistic]

i just saw ur streamer!sukuna and i would have to say i agree!🙂‍↕️ he'd be known as "that one streamer that forgets to turn/close his stream" and i think he'd do his best to hide your face from his fans too "when will we get a partner face rev" "when u stop living in ur parents basement💀"

twitter definitely blows up after the stream eventually ends, and his chat constantly constantly constantly reminds him of it. can we get a part two from that other stream is what most donation messages read during the first week after the whole ordeal

yesss, he so would. Sukuna definitely responds to chat saying i'm the one streaming, not my girlfriend; the fuck do you need to see her face for?

eventually, he does cave in to the seemingly endless requests, and he lets you talk into the mic (with the camera off), but he totally kicks you out of the room once chat starts going crazy again

[myarmytinyzen]

Lando Norris OneShot

** So I decided that for my next fic. I would do Lando Norris as a tribute to his Singapore Grand Prix win just today.** IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM.

Request: No

Warnings: None

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Lando has been trying to get passed this P1 curse for a while. You have watched him constantly get P1 in qualifying and then proceed to lose it in the first lap. You could tell that it was affecting him more than he let on. You have encouraged and supported him through it all but you had a really good feeling about this race.

This was finally the day that his love was going to make it to a race since before the break. He knew he had to do a good job. He has been struggling with all the ridicule from the public as well as reporters. This was the race right before their fall break and he had to show that he can do this. He already had P1 in quali so he just needed to keep that position throughout the race. He already has a face car, he just needs to keep P1 at the start of the race. Once he did that he felt he would be in a good position.

As you walk out from the bathroom, you see him rereading the race strategy over and over again. "You really should take a minute and relax love, you shouldn't be going into this race so tense", you say as you walk over and massage his tense shoulders. "I just want to make sure this race works out as good as possible, they have to see that I'm capable of WDC". You really hate when he beats himself up about all this. He is doing wonderful and the people that really know him and love him can see how well he has been doing this season. Everyone has these type of moments and he just needs a really good race to bounce back.

He has a little bit of time before the driver's parade so you are just sitting for a little bit in his driver's room. Once you finally get the go ahead to head over to start the parade, you give him a kiss and head on your way to hospitality to watch the parade. Throughout the whole parade you can tell that he is still thinking about it, and you try to think of a way to get him away from it. You think of talking to the team but remember that there is still a lot of tension with the team after Hungary.

Finally getting him to relax, you watch from the garage has he takes off onto the tarmac to get into the starting positions. You are anxiously watching the closer it gets to lights out while hoping that this race ends in the way he needs. Time slows down to milliseconds as the lights start to light up and with a bated breath it goes lights out.

As you watch the start, you see that Lando and Max were evenly matched when it came to reaction time, but emotions and joy resonates around the room as you all watch Lando keep the lead he needed. You could feel the energy increase in McClaren as the laps keep going and Lando stays in P1. 20, 30, 40, 50, it just keeps going. P1 every lap over and over. The happiness you feel could not get any higher. He is showing every person that he can do what they expect and much more. Finally you get to the last ten laps and you are counting down the laps as they go. Lap 62 rolls around and everyone starts getting prepared for the best welcome for the three time grand prix winner.

He has won, he lost his fastest lap to Daniel and that may come into problems later on but the important thing is that he won. He did it, finally showed that he can keep his qualifying placement and never lose it. You run out into the pits to meet your race winner as he pulls up to the P1 placeholder. He hops out and makes direct eye contact with you and runs over. You embrace him and tell him over and over again "You did it! You Won! I love you! You won!" You release him to let him celebrate with his team because you know that you can have a personal celebration with him later.

You watch him as he accepts his trophy and a laugh of happiness bursts from you as you watch his iconic champagne pop. You know this is what he needed and you cant wait to see how much more he does this season but you can't wait to celebrate and show your love for him over the next few weeks before the US Grand Prix.

** Thank you for reading. Please leave any comments and critiques that I can improve on. I do have a couple more and I can't wait to show you. I will be alternating between the different fandoms I love and I will give a more detailed list of what fandoms I will right for.**

--Popcorn

P.S: Sorry if it's not good. I am very nervous to put out any fanfics but I feel if I don't do it now I never will. Well Bye.......

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

My son got sent home from school because he hit his teacher. He's suspended for a day and goes back Wednesday.

He's four years old. He's never even tried to hit me before. He loves school and he loves his teachers and he talks about them and his classmates constantly at home. He got upset about something in class, the assistant teacher took him into the hallway to help him calm down, and he smacked her in the face.

I understand that he likely lashed out in frustration, but he's never done this before. The principal said he was asking to go back to class the second he was taken to the office. He was saying sorry the whole way home.

He knows hitting is bad and he's already shown that he feels bad about it. He almost immediately went down for a nap when we got home, and I've just been sitting in my room crying since he fell asleep. I have absolutely no idea how to handle this and I feel like a terrible parent.

[honestlyreadingruinedmylife]

That’s amazing. Of course everyone needs to start somewhere. Of course I understand not everyone likes writing smut.

Young Charles Xavier x reader. She’s also has a mutation. She’s kicked out by her parents when they find out that her boyfriend is in a wheelchair. She turns up in the pouring rain with her puppy under her jacket to keep them dry and a black eye because her dad hit her (you don’t have to write that just imply it)

Hope that’s not to detailed but wanted to give you as much detail as I could to help you write it.

Can you please tag me in any future X-Men fanfiction you write.

Xx

A.N: Okay, I finally got around to finishing this. I'm actually quite proud of it given it's my first time EVER writing fanfiction and especially with it being a request. I hope you enjoy it even though it is a bit cliche at times. Also, there is slight ableism given the prompt, I did some research to make sure I wasn't using any slurs but if I am wrong PLEASE let me know. I will change it.

Word Count: 1251

Pairing: Young Charles Xavier x Female!Reader

Warnings: Ableism (Only a small sentence), gets kind angsty

You didn’t really know how they had found out. You were so careful. Building a wall of lies so thick and so far that you could no longer see the ends. 

You suppose that somewhere along the lines you’d missed a spot, one vital brick that tumbled down the entirety of your life. 

Your parents had only just started getting around to the idea of having a ‘freak’ of a daughter. Constantly telling you how lucky you were to at least look ‘normal’ and not like those ‘other ones’. 

You were one of the good ones. 

They had laid the rules out simply. They didn’t care about your abilities as long as they stayed outside the house and as long as you married a ‘regular human being’. It seemed simple enough and studying for a masters (which they paid for) you figured one more year of hiding wouldn’t be so difficult.

What you never considered was falling madly in love with another mutant. You’d been convinced for so long that you were completely alone in the walls you’d built, that when you met a man who could literally tear them apart you had no choice but to let yourself go.

The argument had started at dinner. It’d been a long day of research which had resulted in nothing but a dead end. Exhausted from sitting reading at a desk all day, you just wanted to get through the traditional family dinner and get straight into bed.

You were sitting in your usual chair, facing your mother while your father sat at the head of the table. It’d been eerily silent from the moment you’d sat down but didn’t mind given your exhaustion.

Suddenly, your father put down his utensils, “I’ve set up a dinner, next week with the neighbors boy,”

Thinking you hadn’t heard correctly, you turn to face him, “pardon?”

“It’s about time that you start thinking of settling down,” your father continues, “most normal girls your age are on their way to having their first child,”

You hear the implication in his voice even if he hadn’t outright said it. Irritated, you push your plate away.

“I am a normal girl, dad,” 

You hear your mother sigh, but you can’t seem to look away from your fathers face that twitches in irritation.

“You know what I meant,” he says your name as if it's a burden. He says it as if you were a curse on his normalcy.

You roll your eyes, “yes I know exactly what you meant, father, and I’m not going to be dressed up like some doll to be paraded for the neighbors boy,”

Another twitch, you know you are pushing him too far, but you can’t seem to care anymore.

“He is of good breeding and a wealthy background,” he picks up his utensils again, “the dinner will be on Monday,”

“Breeding?! I’m not cattle, father,” 

Your fathers face contorts into a scowl and you know he’s losing patience with you, “He will assure you are the last of your kind in my bloodline,”

You can feel your whole body shaking, “I will not go to that dinner, father,”

You hear your mother whisper your name, you suddenly realize that the shaking wasn’t just within your body but the whole house. With your emotions rampant you couldn’t control your powers as naturally as you normally could.

Breathing in and breathing out, you calm yourself enough to stop the shaking. Your father, however, is maroon with malice. You have pushed him too far.

“I will not let my grandchildren be the offspring of a freak and a paralytic!”

You feel your heart stop. Your mind is racing, unstoppable thoughts wreak havoc in your head. He knew. He knew and now your life is over.

“Father-”

“You thought I wouldn’t find out?” Your father continues to yell, “you thought I’d let you disobey me without consequence?”

You could feel your breathing increase as you enter a panic. Everything is muffled, your father continues yelling but you can’t hear a thing he is saying. You have to get away. You have to get to Charles. 

Without realizing, you stand, turning to leave the table, trying to find an escape. With one step, your father is in front of you, rough hands clamping down on your shoulders, forcing you still.

“Let me go,” you whisper, looking down away from your father. 

“I forbid you from seeing that man again!” 

“Let me go,” you feel the ground tremble beneath you.

“He’s one of you isn’t he?” Your fathers grip tightens on your shoulders, “he’s a freak!”

“Let me go!” You shout back in his face. You don’t initially feel the strike, but you can feel the heat begin to blossom around your eye. And you feel the ground erupt into endless shudders as you watch your father lose his balance and fall to the floor.

With the last of your strength, you run towards your room grabbing your research and your puppy that likes to sleep under your bed. As you race to the front door, you glance at your mother fussing over your father, who is still laid on the floor.

Stopping you turn to face your parents, “I am not a freak. Just because I am different doesn’t mean I’m lesser than,”

You turn to open the front door and with foot out your childhood home, you turn one last time, “I’ll never treat my children the way you’ve treated me, mutant or not,”

With those final words, you run into the rain, hailing the first taxi you see.

It wasn’t until you were at Charles’ front door, drenched and with your puppy under your coat, that you realized how bleak your situation truly was. 

No home, no parents, no education. 

With nothing left to lose, you knock as loudly as you can, hoping anyone would hear you over the pounding rain.

Almost immediately, the door swings open. 

Hank at first looks at you with confusion and then concern. He drags you inside and in the same breath yells for Charles.

The second you see Charles look of concern as he approaches you, you feel the tears start to form in your eyes. Finally able to let go, you feel yourself crumble with the weight of the night.

In no time, Charles holds you in his arms, stroking your soaked hair, whispering into your ear, “it’s okay darling you’re safe now, you’re safe here,”

Once you’ve calmed down, you pull away from him holding your own weight again. His hands don’t leave your face, careful with your already bruising eye.

He whispers your name. He whispers it like prayer, like there’s no one else in the world except you and him. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, “How about we run you a warm bath?”

With no strength left to speak and knowing you didn’t need to, you nod into his hands, closing your eyes and soaking in the comforting warmth he exudes. From within your jacket, you feel your puppy shuffle, stuck in between your torso and Charles’ legs. Pulling away slightly, your puppy leaps away from you and begins sniffing around Charles’ wheelchair.

“I see you’ve brought a friend, darling,” he chuckles, as he watches your puppy continuing to adventure.

You hiccup trying to find the words, “I couldn’t leave him in that house,”

Charles looks back at you, his blue eyes wide adoration, “he has a home here, he’ll always a home here,”

[reachexceedinggrasp]

I have a feeling you might relate to this or you might have even related this on your blog already, but I was just thinking of that Ghoul quotation water water everywhere and not a drop to drink

I think probably my favourite, maybe ever, quiet point of characterisation in a sort of villainous or Beast love interest is his or her having a poet's soul... whether that is conscious or unconscious romantic meditation. It's like Kylo musing to Rey when he says 'You have that look in your eyes. From the forest. When you called me a monster' I love that sort of wistful observation, especially because it evokes such potent imagery ('when we fought together in the forest and then you marked yourself on my face'). Or more literally something like Ghoul citing a line of literature, even when none around except for Lucy would know what he's referencing, it's for his own arrestment and amusement, this is how he sees/interacts with the world

I guess in that way, it reveals something new about their perspective on the world, even when they're somebody seemingly cut off from it - monstrous, othered, repellent, ugly - when they're able to articulate a certain beauty which other characters may not remark upon. It's sort of covetous in that sense, but I think it also sort of helps explain what might interest them about a Beauty, after all, there's something they long for and value (spiritual, aesthetic, existential beauty).

I thought you might be able to relate 🥰

Oh, totally. And with Cooper and Ben, specifically, which is a parallel I hadn't actually noticed until you've just pointed it out, we're being shown their sensitivity as characters. Not in the sense of being considerate, but that they're aware and alert to beauty and meaning in the world despite currently occupying a narrative role which might make us think they're simply destructive or nihilistic figures. And despite the cynicism they're both ostensibly espousing.

Cooper quotes or alludes to literature practically constantly relative to how little he speaks, always knowing people almost certainly won't understand him, and that's especially fascinating because he didn't make those kinds of references in the flashbacks. We could take this in a whole direction about how he created the Ghoul as a character to shield himself from the things he had to do to survive and is living within a meta-narrative deconstructing the reactionary anti-hero who overtook the white hat sheriff he used to play in his movies. The anti-hero he never wanted to be. He makes allusions because his life has become a story he's telling himself to stay sane. He's his own wry Dickensian narrator making asides to an imagined audience about dramatic irony and social commentary.

And an important part of his presentation to others before the war was painting himself as not sophisticated. Just a cowboy and then just a guy who plays a cowboy in the movies. He wants nothing to do with politics either in an interpersonal or broader sense, and disclaims any pretensions to being savvy despite being in a theoretically powerful position as a rich, well-connected major film star. I think he was genuinely naive, but I also think he often played dumb to avoid social conflict. He was complacent and his image helped him remain complacent. Obviously he was very willing to be confrontational when he saw wrong or injustice right in front of him (he goes after Bud Askins directly to his face about marines getting killed by shitty equipment, he challenges Moldaver when she calls him out), but pre-bombs he mostly uses his empathic perceptiveness and charisma to keep everyone around him happy.

In the wasteland we often see him doing the opposite and deliberately riling people up in order to gather information and assess or eliminate them as threats, but he's also only gotten better at disarming people when he wants to. As a handsome charming film star he pretended not to know anything, as a scary intimidating monster he pretends he knows everything.

What I'm wondering about as far as all this goes is whether Cooper always had a secret nerdy side and read all the classics as a teenager or perhaps while waiting between shots when he was working as a stuntman, or whether he wanted to fit in when he started to make it in Hollywood so tried to become cultured before realising that wasn't what anyone wanted from him. Or if he just spent 200 years alone and read anything he could find as a way to cling to his humanity. We know he was at least a bit intellectually curious before the war, because of his reading and retaining some article about studies on torture.

But YES, him quoting poetry and being so interested and insightful about Lucy, specifically is a huge part of how he's framed as a romantic figure. And he's already by far the most romantic figure in the show. If it were solely about his tragedy, you'd think they would emphasise the contrast between his pre-fallen and post-fallen state by stripping him of his heroic trappings, but they don't. He's actually more romantic post-'curse'.

It also gets me because he's an extremely smart, socially adept person who doesn't let others see him for who he really is both consciously and unconsciously on multiple levels and that layers of identity shit is my crack. He was a profoundly honest man who thought he was simple, but actually he was a glorious maze of contradiction and complexity waiting to happen who has now come into his own as a master manipulator.

[lovechrissturniolo]

12/ day two - afternoon

contains: quick making out at the beginning (kissing), basically Chris being hot af, wet hair, gaming

Chris came out of the shower when Lea opened her eyes, she must have fallen asleep again.

"Hey." Chris said with a shy grin and ran his fingers through his wet hair. He just wore black sweatpants, nothing else, and looked amazing.

It was the first time they really met since they had slept together earlier.

"Hey." Lea smiled back and stood up.

Surprisingly, she was no longer insecure at all since she had thrown professionalism overboard.

"Are we good?" she whispered, placing her hands carefully on his hips, her forehead against his bare chest.

"Yeah." he replied, taking her in his arms in such a loving way that Lea felt as if it had never been otherwise.

"I feel really good," Chris continued quietly and gave her a kiss on the head. "But I've been thinking the whole time that I don't want you to feel - taken adventage of, you know what I mean?"

Lea smirked and made a soft denying noise. "No, it doesn't feel like it. I mean, it's not exactly a good idea, but..." She looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "We had no other choice."

"No other choice." Chris confirmed, biting his lower lip before placing his mouth on hers.

Lea's breath caught in her throat at the tension that shot through her body immediately.

Although they had been intimate that morning, it felt like the first time they touched.

They started making out slowly, kissing, stroking each other's backs, soft sounds of arousal escaping their lips, their bodies pressed closer and closer together.

But both of them knew that Chris had to get back in front of the camera.

"I'm down to do it again," Lea smirked as Chris sat on his chair and she left the filming space.

He made a suffering noise and gave her a pouty look as he put on his headphones. "Y'r a tease."

With the new knowledge of how Chris kissed and was in bed, it was really challenging to watch him play.

"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the table so that his veins showed, his face lined with anger. Everything about Chris being so tense was unbelievably attractive to her.

And the way he was constantly on the move:

his hand in his hair

his foot tapping on the floor

stretching between rounds

turning around in circles

standing up and leaning over the chair

shifting around

chewing on a bottle cap

'God damn he's sexy!" Lea thought, biting her lip.

'I'm a 21-year-old woman, sitting here, simping about the famous Youtuber I work for,' Lea thought, sighing quietly. 'Trying to focus on my tasks, but all I can think about is lying under him naked, his hands and mouth all over me.'

〽️

Lea was just about to get something to drink from the fridge when Matt's bedroom door opened and she flinched in shock.

"Wow!" Matt exclaimed, startled by her fright. "Fuck, sorry!" he burst out laughing. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

"No, it's fine..." Lea stuttered and laughed too. "I don't know why I even got scared!"

"You forgot there's someone else here besides Chris, that's okay!" Matt winked mischievously and disappeared into the bathroom.

Lea froze for a moment and wondered uncomfortably how much he knew.

〽️

The more the afternoon progressed, the more Chris longed for a break to be alone with Lea. The way she smiled at him when he looked over gave him unholy thoughts.

He couldn't leave Matt alone on stream for no reason. They were both pretty exhausted and it wouldn't have been fair to ask him for a break.

But he thought more and more urgently about a way to disappear from the screen for a moment.

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[sorrygotthesesacks]

Thanks, Tumblr, for sending me a notification that someone I don’t follow has just posted something with tags I specifically muted. Kudos for that NoTP jump scare. 👍

[soybean-official]

The parts of you that support me

[nintendont2502]

john as a heir who inherits the narrative freely, doesnt even know that he has the narrative, and barely changes it unless hes being directed to by some outside force (breath as directionless, independent, detatched, free). john as a character whos never existed at the same time as an alternate version of him, a character who never has to face himself and remains largely unchanged by the end of the narrative even as it changes around him

ult dirk as a prince who destroys the narrative and destroys through the narrative, who is determined to reshape it in his own image and 'fix' it, who will make himself the villain if thats what it takes and do whatever he has to in order to help everyone, even if it means hurting them (heart as putting on and taking off masks when needed, inflexible, cold, building a coherent narrative of their own story). dirk as a character who constantly has to face himself via one of his many alternate selves, who can only gain control by uniting those alternate selves into one coherent whole

john is homestuck and ult dirk is homestuck post canon and one of the first things he does when he gains power is kill john (kill homestuck) through the narrative. destroying the (previously free, directionless, detatched) narrative and destroying that narrative through your own (inflexible, cold) narrative. theyre so yaoi

[avatraang]

“The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him.”

[introspectivememories]

god i know i said i was tired of making eveerything sad but just imagine timber those first few months of reconnecting and they're both drunk on tim's boat, laying on the deck staring up at the stars and bear turns over to look at tim, his eyes are sad and wet, and he reaches out to touch tim's face as if to make sure tim is really there and not an illusion and tim whispers, "bear?" and bernard smiles a little brokenly and goes, "so how long do i have you for this time?"

[kyurochurro]

GUESS who got sick and GUESS who’s angrily taking care of him till he gets better

[quirkle2]

protective

[alternate version under the cut for funsies]

[moeblob]

Thought about my silly little mute chemist and his future husband... overwhelmed with feelings... I should go back to this game ........

[polite-pandemonium]

Me to me: don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes you toei has burned you so many times before you know better than this don't get your hopes up don't get your hopes DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP

Also me: Hopes? High. Delusions? Strong. Theories? Brewing.