#anyway I love this sosososo much!! thank you for sharing it!!

[starlightbelle]

This is fantastic, OP!!!

Dabi Birthday comic 2025! Arguably not really a birthday comic, but a quick dive into the "True Ending of MHA" 😂 💛

Disclaimer: Haku (The kid) is Geten's son, not Touya's. For more info about the story, please check my IG or Patreon post :)

[jtl07]

JT HI HELLO!!

Please could I put a prompt in? Either dead mom recipes oooor an Olympic prompt?

Thank you 😍

okay so i went with cooking with my (dead) mom because! one of the early ideas for that fic was for it to actually have two parts: the first part being what was posted, the second part being, well, something like this :D

Episode: Hong Kong egg tarts - the love of my love

[A little jingle plays as the video starts with Ava standing behind a familiar kitchen island, wearing a brightly patterned apron with "Other Moms' Recipes" on the front. She smiles and waves]

"Hey everyone! So we finally recovered from the last episode -" 

[Title card, haunted text: Last time on Other Moms' Recipes]

[Montage from the last episode: Ava and Camila standing behind the island: Camila, smiling brightly, "The recipe I've brought today is tortilla de patatas from my mom, who is a big fan of the show-" "Hi Mom!" Ava giggles; Ava whining over prepping the potatoes as Camila shares a look with someone off-camera; Camila coaching Ava through the flipping process by practicing on a pan with a towel inside; at the stove, Camila successfully flipping hers while Ava holds her own pan, screaming; end shot is a still of Ava, apron splattered with potatoes and eggs, Camila holding her perfectly flipped and plated tortilla, and Beatrice with a bucket of cleaning supplies] 

"- though apparently there are special pans so you don't have to do the whole flipping thing?!? Cam's on my shit list for that. But anyway. I'm so, so, sosososo -" 

[Title card, in jaunty text with a picture of Mary's face: "Eat a vegetable for every time she says 'So'"] 

"- SO soso excited for today's recipe, because! We're finally featuring my favorite person in the world." 

[Ava gestures to her side, grinning wide and expectant. There's a soft, resigned sigh from off-screen, then Beatrice steps into the frame and stands next to Ava. She's wearing a tank top with a rainbow and "The power of friendship" written in cursive on the front. Ava bites her lip as she looks her over; nudges Beatrice with her hip]

Beatrice, monotone recitation: "Hello, I'm Beatrice, I'm here to bring the power of friendship."

[She looks plaintively at Ava] 

Beatrice: "Must I really -"

Ava, pouting: "You promised."

Beatrice, purses her lips, then: "Fine. Fine."

[Beatrice flexes her arms, much to Ava's loud delight. Ava jumps up to kiss Beatrice's cheek. Beatrice sighs but a fond smile curls her lips all the same. Ava bounces on her toes and claps her hands]

Ava: "Okay, Bea, what recipe have you brought for us today?" 

Beatrice, straightening: "Well, I thought perhaps we could try to make egg tarts. They're a bit different from the Portuguese ones you like to get from that bakery -"

Ava, affronted: "Excuse me, I always have to fight you off from taking mine!"

Beatrice coughs; continues: "- in any case, these are Hong Kong style, so they're more like proper tarts." 

Ava, giggling, in a half-assed imitation of Beatrice's accent: "Proper tarts. What about an improper tart?" 

Beatrice rolls her eyes and ignores her: "When I would visit my grandparents in Hong Kong, my grandmother would always make them on the weekend. My grandfather would sometimes play a game and buy some from a bakery then mix them in with the ones my grandmother had made. Hers somehow always tasted better."

Ava, thoughtfully: "When's the last time you had one?"

Beatrice shrugs, gaze lowering: "Not since I was child." 

[Ava watches her knowingly, then steps in close and tangles their fingers together]

Ava, quietly: "I'm glad we can make it now."

[Beatrice takes a deep breath and nods; they share a long, loving look]

*

[Cut to Ava and Beatrice - now wearing an open button down over the tank top - with ingredients for the pastry laid out in front of them on the counter]

Ava, pointing severely at Beatrice: "Seriously, you gotta let me do it myself this time!"

[At the bottom of the screen: "Click here to see Beatrice 'help' make the easiest empanadas (said no one ever)!"]

Beatrice holds her hands up: "Alright, I'll just give you instructions."

Ava grins and bounces on her feet: "I love when you tell me what to do."

[Beatrice coughs suddenly as Ava reddens]

Ava, voice a touched strangled: "Moving on..."

[Montage of them cooking together: Ava grumbling at having to weigh the flour measurements; Beatrice nearly getting splattered as she holds the bowl while Ava vigorously whisks the egg mixture; "They're so cute!" Ava giggles as they press the dough into the mini tart tins; Ava standing at the far end of the kitchen, holding her breath as Beatrice carefully places the tray of tarts into the oven] 

[Close up of the finished egg tarts before cutting to the two of them at the island, each with a tart in hand. Beatrice makes to eat one but instead watches Ava bite into hers. Ava lets out an excited squeak before popping the rest into her mouth, reaches excitedly to get another one.]

Beatrice, chuckling softly and passing Ava a mug: "Don't forget to chew, darling."

[Ava gives her a thumbs up as she takes a sip, quickly stuffing her mouth with another tart. She blinks at Beatrice as she chews, gestures for her to eat. Watches as Beatrice takes a steadying breath; takes a bite.]

[Beatrice stills, then ducks her head suddenly, hiding her face from the camera. Ava swallows hastily and leans into Beatrice, rubs a hand up and down her back, murmurs quietly into her ear, too low to hear. After a few moments, Beatrice finally nods. Wipes at her eyes and presses a kiss to Ava's temple, whispers something that sounds like 'I love you,' like 'thank you']

Ava, arm still wrapped around Beatrice: "Well, I think this is definitely a recipe we'll have to make more often."

Beatrice nods, smiles around new tears: "I'd like that."

Ava, taking another tart: "Okay well, last thing: on the scale of 1 to fuck?"

Beatrice shakes her head exasperatedly, grins: "Fuck."

[Ava laughs, kisses Beatrice on the nose. Before she can bring the tart to her mouth, however, Beatrice reaches out to forestall her. Cups Ava's cheek with her other hand. Steps in close, leans down -]

[The video cuts just before their lips meet. Title card, in jaunty text: "See you next thyme!"]

*

Top comments:

- It's so (sosososososoSOso) nice to see you both on screen again!

- gotta love the rating system

- I still say my mom's tortilla de patatas is better

- Reply from Camila: banned

- Reply from Beatrice: Camila!

- Reply from Ava: i don't blame her bea, them's fighting words

- Reply from Camila: so you forgive me?

- Reply from Ava: get me some of those tacos you showed me and we'll talk

- Reply from Beatrice: Ava!

- Reply from Ava: oh and get some birria for bea 😉

- Reply from Mary: and what am i, chopped liver?

- Reply from Ava: live your dream, mary!

- Reply from Mary: banned

btw the recipe I referenced for this was from thewoksoflife! also shoutout to @daskum for telling me about tortilla de patatas

[try02line]

The Owl House: Charis!AU

Context: the Wittebane brothers get tragically separated in their youth. One is thrown abruptly in the future, while the other remains stuck in the past, how will this change their story?

Two posts in two days in a row? I really am in Hyperfixation-

ANYWAY

here we are with Caleb Wittebane, or at least, his design at the beginning in of my (and @magpieddd ) AU, the Charis!AU.

Let’s now talk about the design.

- Contrary to Hunter and Philip, I do not have too much to say about the clothing department, as this is heavily inspired by the absolutely amazing and inimitable art of @bananadramaaa . I think the art style and design this artist uses for the wittebro is absolutely unmatched, and the small comics they have blessed us with are one of the main reasons that pushed me not only into my wittebane hyperfixation, but also gave me the inspiration needed to start this whole AU (something I really needed as I was struggling a bit from a creative point of view before this). So thank you sosososo much and love your art dearly!

- In a similar fashion as Philip, I tried to make the clothing look old and worn out

- I also decided to add some red touches, because I find it very interesting how all the most important people to Caleb tend to be associated with the color red (Philip when he was a child, Evelyn and Flapjack)

- I placed Hunter and Caleb side by side, specifically to remark their similarities as well as their differences. This because, for how similar they may appear at a first glance, the more you look, the more they truly appear for whom they truly are, different and unique individuals!

- for the similarities: due being of similar age and one the grimwalker of the other, they share many traits! Their height and body structure are lowkey identical, they share extremely similar facial features, and also their hair is of similar color and tends to grow in a similar manner. They look, at least, closely related.

- For the differences (my favorite part): we can easily pinpoint of course the scar, the different eye color and the ears’ shape, but there is more to it! Caleb, although partially hidden by the baggy clothes, is noticeably slimmer than Hunter due to living in more precarious situation, where scarcity of food was not uncommon. I also used a warmer color palette for Caleb than for Hunter. This because I wanted to make Caleb look less threatening and more- well, human! Warm colors tend to be associated with comfort and familiarity, making Caleb appear more welcoming regardless of his expression. Hunter, on the other side, has a cooler color palette. This is meant to represent his role as a merciless soldier, and give him a more outwardly and witchy appearance. He is not welcoming and is not someone to mess up with, he is threatening and being in his presence should make you feel uneasy at least on some level.

This should be all for now, I hope I can come up with a new design or illustration soon!

Have a lovely day 🦊

[t-allyitup]

i read chap 1 of your fic and i really enjoyed it! i appreciate that you went over some background for most of the other characters. i just love hearing other people's ideas about what everyone would be up to at various points in their lives. i'm so intrigued by your take on eddy as a football player who spends a lot of time working on his car. i've always low-key thought he'd be somewhat of a car guy, since it's pretty much agreed upon in the fandom that his dad sells cars. so i imagine he'd learn a lot about them whether he wanted to or not lol. anyway just wanted to share some positive feedback! love your art as well of course. your style is super cool 😁

this just MADE my DAY omg 🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH! i appreciate the positive feedback sosososo much, im so glad you've enjoyed it so far!!! and thank you for the kind words abt my art also, it means a lot :))

i am SO excited to dive more into football player eddy, i know it's such a massive cliche but it's definitely not something he's super excited about ... in my head, his dad def pushed him to learn car stuff (totally agree with you on that one!) and do a bunch of other stuff he didn't want to do, football included. i think eddy is the type of guy who takes a lot of pride in his work and his accomplishments, so i feel like his car is something that is REALLY dear to him and he actually does enjoy working on it. football for him (and this will def be more detailed later) isn't something that feels rewarding to him exactly, it's more of a responsibility from the pressure being put on him, which i think is ultimately making him dislike it. it feels more like a matienece (i can't spell that word it's killing me) thing to him now rather than something he can actually steadily work on AND continue to achieve and take pride in. i'm definitely projecting a bunch of my own brain stew on these guys but i like to think that eddy would really enjoy doing something more creative, imo i think he would love doing jazz dance classes or electric guitar or something like that.

sorry for the rambling, you deffff got me thinkin about him and im super grateful for your feedback and hearing about your hcs/interpretations, its so interesting and helpful as a writer and just generally great to hear perspective from friends 🫶🏼 thank you again so so so much, love seeing you pop up on my dash and in my notifs always !!!!!!!!!

[chuurroez]

୨⎯𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬⎯୧

╰┈➤ pairing: Seok Matthew x gn!reader, Kim Taerae x gn!reader (seperate!)

╰┈➤ genre: super duper fluffy, set in the real world (where dating isn't a damn scandal) !!

╰┈➤ summary: What would your boyfriend do when you fall asleep during a movie night? How would he also react?

╰┈➤ notes: this was requested by an anon but for some shitty reason, my laptop accidentally deleted it?? (i def need a new laptop) i also think i might've got carried away with Taerae? idk huhu. anyways, thank you for requesting! <3 (Requests are open right now! ^^)

╰┈➤ word count: 942!

.ೃ࿐ Seok Matthew:

: ̗̀➛ Your boyfriend getting day offs are usually spent inside your guys’ shared apartment cuddling and watching movies and/or tv shows you guys were interested in watching and these was one of those days.

: ̗̀➛ Renting the new Spiderman movie, you guys got blankets, pillows, and snacks to your living room. You would fix the couch to be much more comfortable for the two of you while Matthew turned on the tv and set the movie up while also opening the chip bags and other snacks you guys had!

: ̗̀➛ The movie was super good but you couldn’t help but feel tired because of all the work you had to do in your job today, you didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend by sleeping not even halfway through the movie but your droopy eyelids said otherwise and you drifted away to dreamland.

: ̗̀➛ Your boyfriend on the other hand noticed your sleeping figure and made you more comfortable, “hmm? looks like they fell asleep.” Matthew says in his mind as he carries you bridal style to your shared bedroom and gently laid you down on your shared bed while putting a blanket over your body.

: ̗̀➛ Matthew then after shuts down the tv, cleans up the leftover snacks you guys had, put the blankets and pillows away, and then cleans himself up to quickly be able to sleep beside you.

: ̗̀➛ When you woke up from your slumber, you saw a sticky note on your bedside table saying 'Hi darling! If you read this, I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you wake up, I had to leave early to go to the studio. :( I made you some breakfast too! You can just reheat it if it gets cold, Love you sosososo much baby &lt;3', You couldn't help but feel so happy knowing that you had the best boyfriend in the entire world !! :D

.ೃ࿐ Kim Taerae:

: ̗̀➛ Getting invited by your boyfriend to their dorms for a movie night was one of the best days ever! Your boyfriend, Taerae, invited you after their manager said that they could have a movie night and a day off after.

: ̗̀➛ He invited you through facetime because of how excited he was! "Baby!! Are you free tonight? I hope so, because our manager allowed us to have a movie night and a day off after! I asked them if I could invite you and they said yes!" your boyfriend enthusiastically said and you knew you couldn't say no and he was over the moon when you said you could come over!

: ̗̀➛ When you went to their dorms, you knocked on the door and you were greeted by Jiwoong who told you to come in, you saw Zhang Hao, Gunwook, and Matthew who all greeted you a 'hello', but most importantly, Taerae was there who almost immediately greeted you and hugged you after, he kissed your forehead, ''I'm so happy that you could come over baby! I really needed this, you know? Have you eaten yet? If so, then change into your pjs to be more comfortable!" your boyfriend tells you.

: ̗̀➛ After you changed into your pajamas, you quickly went to the living room and cuddled up with Taerae. The both of you along with Matthew and Yujin, waited for the other members. Gyuvin seeing the both of you cuddle said sarcastically, ''Really, rght in front of my eyes?" ''Your just jealous you don't have anyone to cuddle with, lmao'' Ricky said with Gyuvin hitting him after. ''Okay, stop you two, you really want to do this in front of our guest?" Hanbin scolded them both, ''No no! It's okay, it's actually kinda funny hehe'' you say to Hanbin. Taerae was relieved knowing you didn't take what Gyuvin said to heart because he would've shouted at him (LMAO)

: ̗̀➛ When all of you were in the living room, you guys watched the first 2 movies, but during the 3rd, you were feeling a bit tired. You leaned onto your boyfriend's chest, you didn't want to disappoint your boyfriend by sleeping so quickly into the night but your droopy eyelids said otherwise and with that, you fell asleep.

: ̗̀➛ Your boyfriend on the other hand, noticed your sleeping figure and gave a quick kiss on your head before hugging you closer to him for you too keep warm.

: ̗̀➛ A good 15 minutes after you fell asleep, Yujin was humming to the song that was playing in the movie loud enough to wake someone up who was lightly sleeping. ''Shh! Yujin, y/n is asleep! They might wake up!!" Taerae scolds the boy, afraid to wake you up. "Sorry hyung! The song is just so catchyy'' Yujin apologizes to Taerae.

: ̗̀➛ When you woke up from your slumber, you were on Taerae's bed, and beside you was your boyfriend sleeping peacefully. You got up to go to the bathroom and when you were done, Hanbin and Jiwoong greeted you 'good morning', you asked them what happened after you fell asleep, ''Well basically, we watched 2 more movies after you fell asleep and we got to bed at about 1 o'clock? Taerae carried you on his back and onto his bed and that's basically it!" Hanbin answered. You thanked Hanbin for telling you what happended last night.

: ̗̀➛ You took a shower and got in your work uniform and thanked the members who were awake for inviting you for the movie night and for letting you stay for the night! You asked Matthew to tell your boyfriend that you had to leave early for your job to which Matthew said he would tell Taerae. You also sent him a text so he was extra assured you were safe. The text said "Hey baby! If your reading this, sorry I had to leave early :(, I had to go to work early because of a meeting, I promise you I'll bring you home some sushi and ice cream!! Love you! &lt;3", Taerae was relieved knowing that you were safe and texted you almost immediately after he read your message! :DD

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated !! ♡

[baynton]

2023 CHARACTER WRAP

share your top nine characters of this year

tagged by @matbaynton - sorry bestie didn't realise you'd tagged me until i was insulted i wasn't tagged when i saw emma do it. then checked my notifs and saw i was after all 😌

most will be mats. there are some non mats though!

1. chris pitt-goddard

he is just soooooo perfect. my beloved<3

2. joe starling

BEST BOY!!!!! BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY i love him sosososo much he's such a cringefail loser flop man and he's sooo beautiful and i love him dearly

3. ariel conroy + jamie winton

ariel is soooo insane and i love him!!! he's awful and terrible and perfect all at once. ough baby

and ariel's lovely lovely twin!!! like emma said u can't have one twin without the other, they're a duo. a package deal. they're also fucking 😌 real dirty 😌

4. sam pinkett

i need to knock him up. next

5. thomas thorne

the mat thru which i was introduced to mat (although i watched horrible histories when it first aired, so... reintroduced?) anyway he's perfect and i love him

6. william agar

precious little baby. adorable. perfect. not given enough love. sweet little thing. im kissing him always. also his arse 💯💯💯💯💯

7. ollie plimsolls

there is one person to blame for this. because of you, i think about him very often. and dream up scenarios involving him. and watch his scenes a lot. thanks heather xoxoxoxo

8. zagreus hadesgame

played a lot of hades again this year. his snark and his genuine loveliness make me soooo

9. edelgard von hresvelg

i looooooove her oh my goooooooood babygiiiiirl i loooooove youuuu. best part of playing black eagles is when rhea is like "kill her!!1!!" and byleth is like "no 💖"

tagging: @the-20th-century-girl @kore538 @sonnet-of-anarchy @captains-clever-goose @caps-clever-girl and idk anyone else who wants to do it x

[bonesandthebees]

OOOOHHDHFJGK i love the stars wilbur fact so much and oh . Now i am thinking about how much i miss stars sobs its so good

And okay . I am trying to be normal bee. I am so normal about this sandduo slice of life (have i ever told u that slice of life is my fav au ever) tHATS NORTHWEST AND NATURE CENRRICIDUD im normal . I am sooo normal . Literally. I am a perfectly normal human being who took this information, smiled, and moved along like a normal human being. Yep.

AHDKFJDLFFJDLFJKDFJLDDHFLDHDLFHSKFHDLDHFLGHDLFHSLDHDLDHDLFJDLDHDLDJDLFHDLFFJDLHDLFHFLSJDFLJDDLJFDLFJGLJDJFFJLDJGKFK

coughs

Anyways genuinely excited at the idea!! But i also won't be upset if it never gets posted, bc i totally fucking get you man, and you are so valid for that

I am also just . In shock at the idea even existing LMAODJFGKF are u trying to target me bee, i feel targeted rn wtf /pos

And on another note, THE NEW WIP SOUNDS SO COOLFJGKGK i keep forgetting to read rhe prequel one shot bUT YAURRHFFFFF happy to see more sandduo but ALSO excited to see rainduo, i love how you write rainduo sosososo much and ofc . Crimeboys, ur crimeboys are the only ones ever sighs

You know i never really thought of myself as a big politics fan but hot damn i fucking loved stars sm so im excited to see more of it!!! I feel like the tension is gonna be SO GOOD also HELL YEAH MURDER TIME LETS GOOO

Ough i love grey morality it's sooo fun to play around with eueueueu i feel like theres gonna be some crazy shit to work with for theories n stuff i am sooo excited

Thanks for the banger info bee :D (again no pressure on the sandduo au at all!!! I just think it's very neat that it exists :D <3)

stars I miss it too <333

LMAO yeah I had a feeling you'd have a Moment learning that I have a slice of life sandduo fic living in my drive. I really do want to write it, but it's just one of those things where every time I sit down and try to do it my brain just doesn't latch onto it. I'm currently trying to rework the plot to make it a bit more interesting for me because I really adore the concept and atmosphere, but idk I also like the og story I came up with so I might just try to push through

here's a snippet though if you want to get an idea of the vibes

also don't worry about reading the royalty au prequel lol it's not necessary to understand the main story, it'll just help provide a little more backstory and context :)

i'm so glad you're excited though!! I'm really excited to dive back into writing royal politics. I didn't think I would enjoy writing it that much either but then I wrote stars and was like "oh my god this is so fun" so I can't wait to share that world with you guys

[descaladumidera]

Hi!! I’m the anon who asked about your ace Matt/Frank drawing and just saw your response. It honestly makes a lot of sense what you were saying with Matt — I totally understand him as the type who is so touch starved but unable to find/ask for completely healthy touch that he actually enjoys so honestly a completely reasonable headcanon. ALSO your demi!Frank headcanon made me sosososo happy bc I totally headcanon Frank as demi and am actually writing a Fratt fic where it’s as explicit as can be without using the word bc you know. characterization. ANYWAY just happy to know that I’m not the only person seeing this haha. Thank you so much for answering!!!

Oh, heya! <3

Yes, yes, yes! Frank as demi makes a lot of sense. Like, that fool loves so fiercely—once he loves someone. Sure, he and Maria mostly got married, 'cause Maria got pregnant and there were expectations. And same thing like Matt: getting her pregnant (which resulted from dating and wanting to impress her) in the first place because of societal expectations.

But during their marriage Frank got to know Maria more intimately and the emotional connection formed more strongly, so he fell in love. And he fell hard.

And after Maria and his kids died, he meets this absolutely infuriating asshole, who runs around in red pajamas with devil horns. And they butt heads wherever they cross paths. Sometimes they fight, sometimes they work together. And they share something that's very unique to them.

Not to mention that this red-clad asshole turns out to be his fucking lawyer. Which only infuriates Frank more. But it also shows him that Matt knows that the system is fucked, which tickles just the tiniest bit of respect out of Frank.

So, yeah. Frank forms an emotional connection here, too. And then he falls. Hard. Life sucks.

[abigails-gf]

AHHHHSGSBSV.

oki so i’ve js come back from the cricket w my dad and i’m so tired BUTTT i need to tell you what happened w violett on friday. soo she said yes to the date <3333 so we went to a lil fancy restaurant for dinner :))) n thennn…..WE KISSED!!!!!!!!! i was v v nervous bc that was my first kiss and tbh my first real relationship :(( but she reassured me n told me it was okay (she’s so sweet AHHH) but now we’re girlfriends <333 i’m sosososo happy anyway after dinner we went back to her lil apartment and did some other….things.

hehehehe i’m sorry if that’s tmi !! :(( n let’s js say i’m no longer a virgin :O :O then i slept over n it was so cute n fun and i love her so v v much 💕💕

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NONNIE? I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY FOR YOU AHSHRUWHDH WGAT. 😭😭💗 YOU ARE LIVING THE DREAM LITERALLY !!!!! i’m so so glad n happy FOR YOU !!!!! HAHSHSH. THATS SO FCKING COOL !!!! i wish you all the best with violett !! <33 🥺🥺💌💌 this is so cute waaaa .. thank you so so much for sharing this with me !!!!!! ���💗💗 this is so AAH. LIKE LITERALKY SO CUTE AND THE DREAM !!! <333 MWAAAAH IM SO HAPPY

[inkykeiji]

clari!! it’s the daddy anon again!!<3 how are you? i’m here to give you another update hihihi<3 sooo my boyfriend invited me over to his apartment yesterday, since we both had a day off today. i think i didn’t mention this in my asks before, but i like to push him a little and tease him, bc he just gets so worked up<3 anyways!! i was being a brat throughout dinner (i’ll admit it!!!) and he kept telling me to watch it, to not push him, but i only kept going >:) so he just. snapped, bent me over the kitchen counter and spanked me over and over and over again<3<3 he kept saying that i shouldn’t be such a bad girl, that i should behave, that i shouldn’t push daddy so much, and it was sosososo hot!!<3<3 i luv him so much<3<3 anyway!! sorry for oversharing, but i feel like i should tell you, since your advice was the one that gave me the courage to talk to him abt it!! thank you so much again!! i hope you’re doing well, please stay safe and take care!!<3<3 (i’ve also been thinking abt having an emoji so that you would know it’s me, so if you have a suggestion<3)

anon!!! <3

oh my gosh i am soooo so so tired lmao i got like,,, maybe one hour of sleep last night it was terrible HAHA but anyway!!! eee yay!!

AAAAH ANON!!!!!! this is so hot!!!!! literally i am so happy for u this sounds incredible hehehe <33 i love love love being a brat it’s sooooo fun >:) like how far can i push and prod and tease until he fucking snaps hehe ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡ aw bb don’t even worry about it!!! we are sex positive here on inkykeiji dot tumblr dot com <3 and i’m honoured you wanted to share this with me!!! i am so proud of you and i am so glad everything is going well <3 stay healthy and stay safe sweetpea!!!

re the emoji: oooh hehehe when u talk i think of sweet and sugar so like,,, pretty much any dessert emoji aside from the cupcake since that is already taken hehe c: let me know if there’s one you wanna grab!!! <33

[lilithsterrarium]

Gross neet who uses her spent cumtissues to line the bottom of your Micro Enclosure.

Gross neet who isn't every good at games, so she takes out the anger off her loss on the "tiny dyke fag tranny" that distracts her.

Gross neet who can't be bothered to go out and buy Micro Feed, so she just dumps into your bowl whatever crumbs have accumulated in her bra over the course of the day.

Gross neet who makes fun of you for staring at the hentai posters that cover the walls of her bedroom despite the fact that she's the one who put them up.

Gross neet who challenges you to a dick measuring contest when she needs a self-esteem boost, pinning you to the counter with it when she wins, forcing you to lick her balls clean.

Gross neet who, eventually, decides to wash you and just throws you into the washing machine with your clothes still on because she can't be bothered to separate them out.

Gross neet who tells all of her gaming friends how perverted and gross you are, pausing every so often to check on your enclosure before confirming over the mic "Yup, she heard you. And she's disgustingly hard right now," putting the headset around your little body and turning the volume all the way up.

Gross neet who never paid attention to the emergency light on the top of your enclosure no matter how many times you push the button, not even noticing when the light burns out.

- 🤖

DNFNFNJFJCJFD PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE <3333

Whimpering excitedly whenever she even so much as glances away from her computer, just long enough to look at me... scampering against my enclosure walls, nearly tripping over wads of heavily used cum tissues, waving, sosososo desperate for attention...

Devouring whatever crumbs she gives me happily, it's enough food for me! Besides, its almost intimate, as if I'm sharing food with her... thats what I tell myself, anyways. Happily staring up at her, examining every inch of her massive body... daydreaming...

Sometimes I'm let out of my enclosure! Staring at her collection of scantilly clad anime figures, each one towering over me as she laughs.... flicking me a few times for amusement before turning back to her game.

I love her dick measuring competitions... of course I never win, my tiny trembling little thing is a speck compared to her cock, no matter how big hers is- but I don't mind being the loser!! Giving her balls a nice tongue bath is always nice...

I love her nice friends online, too!! They call me mean names and ask her to show me videos of them telling me what they'd do to me, and she sends them videos of me cumming my brains out while shrieking their names- its a win win!! My little voice is even picked up by her microphone, at least enough to where her friends can hear me weakly thank them when their voices make my entire body vibrate <3

I used to press that light, but I know its pointless... besides, she'll give me attention when she feels like it!!! I'm so lucky :D

[narryffdreaming]

i LOVED both parts of a toast to the future! its so well written, i love how you manage to describe whats going through their heads. i love all the little details. and i love the little changes at the end it somehow - to me - makes the story more positive, i don’t really know how to explain it. i can’t wait for part 3 and any other part. tumblr seems to be still sleeping a bit on this story but i’m absolutely sure it will eventually get all the recognition it deserves!!! very well done, as always!! and by the way, yes satellite is 100% their song - 🌄

hiii thank youuuuu 💗 im so glad you liked it! that means a lot, really. and yeah, that scene at the end was supposed to be the start of part 3 but i wanted to end part 2 on a lighter mood so I switched it. and it makes more sense now bc next part starts in Italy :DDD which I can't wait. and they didn't even make it to the yacht yet, yknow? lol anyway can't wait to share more, thank you sosososo much for re-reading it hehehe

[animelover20]

I was watching op with my gaming headphones and forgot audio is different than Bluetooth ones and it's incredible.

The tism definitely loves the noise cancelling

But with that out of the way heres the reason I am making this post.

I decided to listen to some of my favourite songs from my favourite bands to see how much of a difference the headphones make.

And now I shall share some of my favourites from this experience.

(spoiler alert it's 4am and they are loud and very biased)

Will Wood and the tapeworms: Hand Me My Shovel I'm Going In.. By far and it's not even my favourite overall from the band but seriously just sounds the best.

Sleep token: now this should come as a surprise to absolutely fucking no one. (Unless this is the first post of mine you're seeing regarding them)

Take me back to Eden. Favourite sleep token song and oh my god the vocals are sosososo good I literally got goosebumps not even 1 minute in. Fucking love this song.

HONORABLE MENTION: If I could choose another it would probably be alkaline. The vocals man. AND WHEN THE BEAT DROPS?! That's too good not to atleast give it an honorable mention.

Bad omens: now no one absolutely no one should be fucking surprised.

Concrete jungle😃 look from the vocals overall noise and the ending just sounds like a masterpiece. Is this very biased? Yes.

HONORABLE MENTION 2: this may be a surprise.

Just pretend,gives me goosebumps everytime so yay it gets included.

now here's an honorable band mention.. because they're good and I never talk about them or atleast I don't remember

Metallica: now I bet that caught you off guard😉

Is this here just so I can express my interest in Metallica? Maybe😁

With that out of the way it's definitely Master of puppets. One of the first songs I ever heard from them and it somehow always slithers its way into my playlists.

HONORABLE MENTION 3?!: probably For Whom The Bell Tolls also one of the first songs I heard and the tism just likes it a lot.

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Anyway that's all I have for tonight.. or this morning? Since it's now 5am😬 woops.

Have a great day/night and thank you for reading this despite how long it is☺️❤️

[daisynik7]

HI SNOOKUMS ILY🫶🏼 HOPE YOU'RE BEING KIND TO YOURSELF! also i’ve been doing some thinking and i’m an only child so by proxy, i have an issue with sharing so like… nanami... get lost :/ jk lol

ANYWAYS the weather’s still cold but bearable and the snow’s already melting and the weather forecast says upper 40’s for the week, but then again it also said only monday would be 5℉ and it was in the negatives the entire weekend so… we’ll see 🤡

got a whole chicken so planning to break it down into filets and use it for chicken soup! but that bento and seafood sounded yum! i wish for your mom to have infinite health, love, and joy for many more birthdays to come! 🥰

be careful when driving home in the rain, i’ve managed to catch a cold from standing in the rain without cover so i expect you to dress accordingly and stay warm and cozy too! proud of you for what you’ve accomplished this week, i’ve lost my sense of time and somehow it’s already thursday! prep for the weekend, we’re almost there!!! hope you’re having a lovely morning, afternoon, and night when you’re reading this. i love you sosososo much daisy!!!<3

it's you and me, wifey, forever and ever! sorry nanami, he'll never stand a chance against my snookums ♥️

at least it's warming up! keep staying cozy in your big blanket burrito! were you able to enjoy the snow at all before it melted?

omg!!! I am constantly impressed by your culinary skills! breaking down a whole chicken is so intimidating to me, I've seen videos of celebrity chefs doing it expertly and I could never! homemade chicken soup sounds so wonderful, I already feel warm just thinking about it, especially when it's made by you. 🥰

I have been managing the rain fine so far, thank you for the concern as always! I can't believe it's Thursday already too, though I'll admit, I think this month has been going by ridiculously slow. it feels like months have passed but it's only been three weeks 🙃 but yes, we are almost there!

I hope today and the rest of this week treats you kindly! sending you all my love as always thea ❤️❤️❤️

[sdr2lovemail]

fine, while i wait to destroy people as robbie attempt to make me simp for sundrop even more >:(

An Anon said: HELLO I AM HUMBLY REQUESTING A PART 2 OF THE PINING REQUEST IF THATS OKAY/YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR IT 😭😭 I LVOE THEM

Another one said: please please please we need a part 2 of the sundrop and moondrop pining 🥺🥺💝 please please please!!! it’s so cute!!! 😫🥰💗

And another said: AHH THAT SUN AND MOON STORY WAS ADORABLE!! Could you make a part 2 to that? Maybe like reader would be unintentionally flirtatious and Sun and Moon are so close to short circuiting?

Kazu, I am using your ask so I can convert you efficiently and I hope your Robbie-ing is going well.

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I feel like there isn't enough of Moon getting flustered out there. So, I'm using that in this fic.

Hope you all enjoy!

This fic is a continuation of this!

Daycares are possibly one of the least romantic places out there

Sun was anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet. You were gonna be here any minute. Moon made sure to put the kids to sleep right away. Even slipping the more active ones a Moondrop or two. They both made an agreement that they would share your lunch break. Switching out in the middle of it so they could have equal time. Yeah, you would have to eat in the dark and the kids would have to sleep with the light on; but no one would mind…right?

It’s 12:03 and Sun is already convinced you bailed on them. He was practically screaming in his mind, with Moon yelling at him to shut up. Though, Sun instantly perks up upon seeing you walk through the door.

“Sunshine!” They call out before swiftly covering their faceplate and looks over to the sleeping kids. All of them are still asleep. Good. As much as he loves the children, he would hate for them to ruin this moment. “I’m so so so so sosososo happy to see you.” He speaks in a more hushed tone. Well, as hushed as he could get.

“I’m happy to see you too. Thanks for agreeing to have lunch with me.”

You take a seat at the security desk. It’s the only place in the daycare that can fit someone that isn’t a child. Seeing you there caused Sun to stress. He wasn’t allowed there! They didn’t want to seem like someone who would disobey rules. Not in front of you!

“H-hey! Why are you all the way over there? Why not sit on the floor together? So we could be close.”

“Oh…I uh, would Sun, but the ground is pretty hard even with the foam mats…and sticky”

“I can fix that!” Before you could even comprehend what he said, Sun already darted away. Digging through different cubbies and boxes, they procure an armful of pillows and blankets. They hastily, yet neatly, set them down in front of the security desk. “There now we can sit together.” He takes a seat on the blanket pallet and pats the space next to him.

With a sigh, you get up from the desk and take a seat next to Sun. In an instant he curls his arms around you, pressing the bottom half of his faceplate into your head. He doesn’t have a sense of smell but he can only imagine that you smell great.

“I heard that on human dates, you bring your partner a gift. I got you a little something, Sunshine!” Releasing one of his arms from your torso, he reaches into his chest compartment and pulls out a can of Fizzy Faz.

…They brought the worst flavor too. Now, all of the sodas taste unnatural and packed full of sugar. However, sour lime tastes exactly how you’d imagine battery acid to taste. Followed by a strange bitter aftertaste. You take the can anyway, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“Thank you, Sun.”

There’s a few minutes of light conversation between the two of you. By conversation I mean Sun talking about any and everything and you listening while eating your food from El Chip’s. Finishing up some story about a puppet show, Sun looks over to the clock. He lets out a choked noise upon seeing his time was up. He didn’t want to switch! He would rather spend all the time in the world with you!

“Oh would you look at the time! Seems like it’s Moon’s turn. I mean unless they wouldn’t mind my time running ove-”

‘NO!’

Jumping at Moon’s loud tone, Sun gives you one last squeeze before getting up to turn the lights off. After shifting control over, Moon slinks his way over to you, making sure to grab a flashlight from the security desk. They flick the light on and set it between two pillows.

Taking one arm, he slings it over your midsection. With his other hand he brings it to your face. Easing you closer to his faceplate. The red lights of their optics glow against your skin. Moon goes to speak before a small hand tugs on his pants.

Spinning his head around, he looks at the child. “What are you doing up? It’s naptime.” Moon growls.

“I had a nightmare.”

Moon groans before getting up. “Come on kid.” They hoist the child onto their hip. Bringing them back to their sleep mat, he leans down in their ear. “Ten dollars if you go back to sleep right now.”

The kid is quick to lay back against the pillows and close their eyes. Moon didn’t have any money, he’d probably just take some from the gift shop cash register.

Moon returns and brings his hands back on you. “Ignore that, Moonlight…Had to help one of the kids back to sleep.”

“It’s alright, Moon. You seem pretty okay with kids. If it were possible, You and Sun would probably make some pretty cool dads.”

Just like that, Moon’s cooling fans kick on. Were you trying to imply something??? Would you want a family with them??? What if you got married and lived together! This was too much! He didn’t know how to handle this!

‘Moon! Calm down! We’re gonna overheat-!’

The lights of their eyes go out as they fall back onto the ground.

Rebooting…

Turning back on, Moon roughly sits up and looks around. It was dark, the kids were still sleeping, you weren’t next to him anymore…You weren’t there anymore! Oh, they blew it. You probably won’t step foot in the daycare again. You’ll probably go off with the stupid bear or annoying gator!

“Moon? Are you good?” That voice!

The night animatronic clambers onto his knees to wrap his arms around your waist. Realizing what he was doing, Moon pushed you away and crossed his arms.

“And where were you? We invite you on a romantic date and you just up and leave!”

“I went to throw my trash away, my break ends in five minutes. Thought it would be a good time while you rebooted.”

Their eyes flick over to the clock and then back to you…You were right, your break does end soon.

“Of course, Moonlight. I never doubted you for a second. That reminds me I have something for you.” He stands up to his full height. The daycare attendant easily towers over you by a few feet.

Reaching into their pants pocket, Moon pulls out a ribbon with a bell attached to it. Just like the ones he and Sun wear. He takes your wrist and ties it on. Now everyone will know you guys were together. With this, they’ll be able to hear where you’re at too!

“Thank you, Moon. Look at that, it's even in my favorite color.”

Your Fazwatch lets out three small beeps indicating that your break was over. “Gotta get back on the floor. Thank you guys. This was…fun…” That came out more like a question. “Maybe we could do this again sometime. I’ll see you before I leave for the day.” You grab the unopened can of Fizzy Faz and head back into the Pizza Plex.

‘Moon!! They wanna go on another date!! Is this what love is?! No wonder humans like this so much!! We’re pretty good at this dating thing!!’

“For once, as much as I hate to, I have to agree with you. Why do humans make this seem so hard?”

[ukulelecal]

Bloom - Part Two

The story of flowers.

Pairing: Poet!Luke Hemmings x Female!OC

Warnings: a bit more angst but def more fluff. implied smut. a couple swears probably. hella feelings. mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: here is the second part!! less sad than the first!! lol anyways, i hope you guys love it, there will be one more part after this! reminder that feedback and reblogs are sosososo important to creators x 

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my masterlist // posted on ao3

*One year later*

Devon’s new school wasn’t all that she had imagined it to be.

Her classes were great. She was learning so much and her professors were very encouraging and helpful. Everything else, however, wasn’t so ideal.

She wasn’t fond of her classmates. Perhaps she was just so used to her old school, but everyone rubbed her the wrong way. She had only found a few friends that she trusted, but she didn’t even see them much. They had attended undergrad at that school, and they already knew everyone. Devon couldn’t quite make her way into the friend group.

She wasn’t a fan of the city, either. It simply didn’t have the vibe or the excitement that home did.

Home. She tried not to use that word to describe where she once lived, but her mind continuously went back to it. She knew exactly why.

That’s where Luke was.

Devon hadn’t heard from him since she moved. She left with a very brief goodbye and good luck wish, but that was it. She held back her tears during the Uber ride to the airport and all through the plane ride.

Luke, now alone in the apartment, broke down as soon as she left. He should have been the one taking her to the airport, kissing her goodbye and promising that everything would be okay. But nothing was okay anymore.

It had been a year since Devon moved, and the now broken up couple was doing a lot better. Devon distracted herself with schoolwork and trying to find her place in her new environment. She took up kickboxing as well as a way to let out her emotions, although the muscles she was developing were a plus as well.

Luke still had the same coping mechanism he always had; writing poetry. He poured his heart and soul into countless poems. They were completely raw, completely honest. He held nothing back. Frankly, they were his best work.

Devon’s first year of grad school officially came to an end. It was as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She couldn’t say she was happy there, but she wasn’t there to make friends. She was there to get her master’s, and she wasn’t going to quit. For herself and for her family.

A very unexpected text quickly changed any plans that Devon might have had for the summer.

It was from Luke.

“Hey Devon. I know it’s been a while and I hope grad school is going well. But it's official. My first poetry book is getting published. You probably don’t want to hear from me, and I understand, but you were always the person that believed in me the most. Thank you for that. Truly. I wouldn’t be here without you. I’m having a release party in a few weeks. Nothing big, just close friends and family. It would mean a lot to me if you came.”

Her heart skipped a beat as soon as she saw his name flash across her screen. Not a single word had been exchanged between them in the past year. A part of Devon had been wishing that he would reach out, even if it was just to say hi and check in. She almost texted him a few times, but something always stopped her.

Hearing from him after so long brought an array of emotions, but the one that overwhelmed her the most was pride.

Devon knew how much this meant to him. He opened up to her about it on their very first date freshman year. She remembered sitting across from him at the coffee shop on campus, and the way his eyes lit up as he talked about releasing a book. She found his passion admirable, and she had every faith in him that he would succeed. She was his biggest supporter through the years; she was there to comfort him when he got rejected and help him through his bouts of writer’s block. He always told her that she was his biggest inspiration. Most of his poems ended up being about her in some capacity.

Despite everything that happened between, Devon couldn’t fathom missing this momentous time in his life.

With a deep breath, she typed out a reply.

“I would love to come. It means a lot that you thought of me.”

The weeks leading up to the party were utterly nerve wracking, for both Devon and Luke.

It took Luke a few days to work up the courage to invite Devon. He was scared she hated him and wouldn’t care to come, that she would be appalled at him thinking even for a second that she might want to see him again. It took a lot of convincing from Ashton, a college friend that he invited to move into the apartment once Luke realized he couldn’t afford the rent on his own and that he couldn’t stand being in the apartment by himself, but he did it. Luke wasn’t sure he breathed at all in the minutes it took her to respond.

Now that she was officially attending, it left the two to question what seeing each other would be like after a year apart. Would it be awkward? Would they end up having another argument and cause more pain? Would they be unrecognizable to each other?

The uncertainty was painstaking, but Devon reminded herself that she was there to support Luke, and Luke reminded himself that he would have given up a long time ago if it weren’t for Devon.

The time finally came for the release party. They both hardly slept the night before. Luke was alone in the bed that he used to share with the woman he hadn’t seen in a year, while she laid in a hotel bed just blocks away. Things felt different knowing that they weren’t hundreds of miles away anymore, and the next day they would see each other.

Devon pandered around her hotel room all day, doing her best to distract herself. She scrolled through every channel on the television, but nothing kept her attention. She did a workout, but every song on her workout playlist managed to remind her of Luke in some way.

They day dragged on until it was finally time for Devon to get ready. She played calming music in the shower to slow her heart rate and took her time doing her hair and makeup. It took some effort to steady her hands, but she got the job done.

Luke had been able to keep himself busy all day. A couple of his friends, Calum and Michael, shared a flat that was decently bigger than Luke’s apartment, and graciously offered to host the party there. Him and Ashton went over there early to make sure the place was clean and that all the food and drinks were ready.

Once guests started arriving, the nerves came back in full force.

He could only hope that he was really ready to see Devon.

For her, the Uber ride to the address Luke gave her hit every single red light. She bounced her leg in the back seat, unsure if she was thankful for the longer ride or if she hated it. On one hand, it gave her more time to prepare herself. However, every passing second made her nervousness increase.

Time stopped when the car parked in front of the flat.

She stared at it for a moment, the fact that Luke was just inside making her fingers tremble.

She didn’t realize she was still sitting there until the driver asked her if she was okay. She quickly thanked him and climbed out of the car.

Devon slowly made her way up the walkway, reminding herself with each step that this was a huge deal for Luke. His dreams were finally coming true. He had expressed to her that he credited her in part for his success. He must not have harbored any major negative feelings against her, otherwise she wouldn’t have been invited.

She almost felt a sense of calm as she reached the front door.

She slowly pushed it open, Luke having told her it would be unlocked and she could let herself in. Once inside, she didn’t see him right away. She recognized some friends from her undergraduate days, but nobody seemed to notice her right away.

A tall figure came out from the kitchen, and Devon had to do a double take.

Luke had certainly grown in their year apart.

His curls were shorter in the back and longer on top, and it looked like they had been dyed at some point. He opted for a pair of glasses instead of contacts, and he had a beard. She had never seen him with more than some stubble. He had on a forest green sweater that she always said was her favorite; she wondered if he had worn it on purpose. She couldn’t blame him if he did, considering she was wearing the long sleeved, yellow floral dress that Luke always said he loved on her.

He looked completely different, but at the same time, he was still her Luke.

All of her anxieties melted away the second he looked at her.

“Devon.”

It felt so natural. It was as if all of the pain that came from the last time they saw each other had gone away. They both knew in the back of their minds there wasn’t any bad blood between them, as much as their breakup hurt. Neither had exactly done anything wrong.

“You made it,” he continued through a deep breath.

“You know I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Lu.”

Devon looked the same. Her hair was a little longer than the last time he saw her, and he could tell that she had put on some muscle from the way she filled out her dress a little more. She looked good, healthy.

Luke silently thanked whoever was listening that she seemed alright, at least physically. He could acknowledge that he went into a bit of a downward spiral in terms of taking care of himself when she left. He hardly slept and completely shut himself out from everyone that reached out to him. Ashton moving in helped, but certain days made it bad again, like when their anniversary and Devon’s birthday passed. He didn’t want the same for her. He wanted her to do better than him.

Devon had her bad days too. She did better at the beginning when she had so much on her plate, but once things settled down, she was a wreck for a while, not much different than what Luke was like.

He hesitated only a moment before taking Devon into his arms. He prepared himself for her to pull away, but she did quite the opposite. She melted into him, cheek resting against the soft material of his sweater.

Devon remembered all the times she needed a hug. Whenever she had a bad day or was stressed out over school or simply just wanted to be held, Luke was always there. He would mumble a soft assurance under his breath as he took her into his arms, holding her tight as if she’d be gone forever if he let go. He would whisper whatever it was she needed to hear at the moment, although sometimes it was nothing at all.

She didn’t realize how badly she needed this one.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Dev,” Luke whispered into her hair. He could smell the same coconut shampoo she always used and the warm, sweet perfume she always wore. It brought a sense of comfort and familiarity.

“I’m glad to be here. I...I really missed you, Luke.”

The confession felt good. She tried to deny the fact that she missed him, but seeing him again, she realized how much she really had.

“I missed you too.”

Luke pulled away from the hug and kept his hands on Devon’s shoulders. The same blue eyes met the same brown ones. The ghosts of smiles tugged at their corners of their lips. Every worry they had about seeing each other had gone away.

“I want to say congratulations on your book,” Devon mumbled, fiddling with the small clutch she brought. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” he responded, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I have to say, I-”

His sentence got caught off by a shout of his name from an arriving guest. He sighed and sent Devon an apologetic look. There was a lot that needed to be said, so much that needed to be talked about, but they knew that this wasn’t the time or place to do so.

“It’s fine, go on. We’ll catch up later, bub-” she cut herself off, the pet name she called him so often about to slip from her lips so naturally. “Okay?”

Luke sighed sadly but gave her a smile. He understood why she stopped herself, but God, he would have loved to hear her call him that again.

“Okay. See you in a bit, Dev.”

Luke slowly walked away to greet the new arrivals while Devon wandered off to find people she knew. She came across her good friends from undergrad - mutual between her and Luke - who thankfully seemed excited to see her. They made small talk and asked about grad school before easing into questions about Luke. She should have expected it, but she hadn’t talked much about the breakup since it first happened. It was easy to simply not mention it to her grad school group and they wouldn’t know the difference, but these were the girls that she called sobbing at random times during the day when she needed to talk. It was natural that they were curious.

“Did you two talk at all while you were gone?” One asked, and Devon shook her head.

“No,” she sighed. “I think that was best, though.”

Devon’s eyes trailed to the right. Luke was talking to some family members, laughing. A small grin tugged at the corners of her lips. His laugh was musical and contagious. She always felt proud of herself when she made him laugh. Not that it was a difficult task; he loved to laugh. For Devon, getting to hear the noise was like a gift.

“Dev!”

She snapped her gaze back to her friends. Their expressions were a mixture of smug and concerned. It was obvious that Devon hadn’t gotten over Luke in the past year. She still looked at him the same way she always did. They were still concerned that she would get her heart broken again.

“You still love him, don’t you?”

Devon glanced over at him one more time. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t. She almost threw away her shoebox of poems just to prove it to herself, but she couldn’t do it. It would always be him.

“Of course I do.”

…

The rest of the night, Luke and Devon didn’t speak. They weren’t avoiding each other, but the weight of the conversation they needed to have required the crowd to go away and the festivities to die down before it could happen. They exchanged glances and small smiles, saving the talking for later.

Devon purposely hung back as the crowd startled to trickle out the door. Luke had made a small speech thanking everyone for coming and celebrating with him. Everyone took it as the hint that the party was over. Deciding to help out while she waited, Devon busied herself cleaning up a bit in the kitchen.

Footsteps caught her attention, but they didn’t belong to who she figured they did. Instead of seeing Luke, she saw Ashton. He was Luke’s best friend, and while him and Devon never got super close, she still considered him a friend.

“Hey, Dev,” Ashton greeted with a grin, opening his arms for a hug that she gladly accepted.

“Hi, Ash. How have you been?”

“Good. Just working,” he chuckled as he pulled away from the hug. “You? How’s grad school?”

“It’s pretty good.” Good if he asked about her academics and not her social life, that is.

“That’s good.”

Ashton leaned against the counter across from her, shooting her a look. She raised her eyebrows in expectation.

“Luke’s been freaking out, you know,” Ashton mumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets. “About seeing you.”

Devon sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Somehow, knowing that he was nervous too was comforting.

“Glad it wasn’t just me.”

“He really missed you. I’m sure he’ll tell you all this himself, but in case you don’t believe him, take it from me. He missed you so, so much.”

Devon couldn’t help but smile a little. It was good to hear it from someone else.

“I missed him too. A lot.”

Before Ashton could reply, Luke stepped into the kitchen, eyes flickering back and forth between his best friend and his ex girlfriend. Words got caught in Devon and Luke’s throats, neither of them sure what to say.

“I guess that’s my cue to get out,” Ashton joked, breaking the awkward silence. “Let me know when you’re ready to go home, Luke.”

The man walked out of the kitchen to help Calum and Michael clean up in the living room while Devon turned to look at Luke with furrowed eyebrows.

“Home?” She questioned.

“Ashton moved into the apartment a little while after you left,” Luke admitted, scratching the back of his neck. He took Ashton’s spot against the counter. “I needed a roommate to help with the rent.”

He left out the fact that being alone in there only reminded him that she was gone and he needed someone to keep him company.

Devon nodded in understanding, but felt another twinge of guilt. She hadn’t considered that she was leaving the financial burden onto him. Thankfully Ashton was there.

“How was your night?” Devon asked genuinely. The party was to celebrate his success, and she genuinely hoped he enjoyed it.

“It was really great.” Luke sent her a thankful grin. “I know I said it before, but it really means a lot to me that you’re here. I was afraid you wouldn’t want to come.”

“This is everything you’ve ever wanted. After everything we’ve been through, I would never miss this moment in your life.”

Devon sent him a sad smile that he returned. There was still so much that needed to be said, so much to discuss. A tension hung between them, but not one of anxiety or dread. It was desperation and desire. A yearning for what they once had.

“We need to talk, Dev,” Luke whispered what they were both thinking. “Like, really talk.”

“I know we do.” She glanced at the clock on the wall beside his head. “But it’s getting late. My flight back isn’t until Monday. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow, if you’re free? Get lunch?”

Luke nodded in agreement. It would be best if they both got some sleep and recharged before talking seriously.

“That sounds good.” Luke turned to look at the clock as well and laughed. “I know it’s past your bedtime.”

Devon rolled her eyes playfully. She was the “go to bed early, wake up early” type, while Luke was the opposite.

“Exactly. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Boy, do I know it.”

The two laughed together, for the first time in a long time. It felt so right.

“I should head back then,” Devon announced, reaching behind to grab her clutch that she had set on the counter. “Let me just call an Uber and I’ll be out of here.”

“Don’t worry about that. Ash and I came together, he’ll drive you back. Where are you staying?”

Not one to turn down a free ride, Devon rattled off the name of her hotel. Luke led her to the living room to get Ashton and say goodbye to Calum and Michael. Luke thanked them again for letting him have the party at their place before they were out the door and piled in Ashton’s car. Luke took shotgun while Devon slipped into the back.

The ride to the hotel was quiet. Only Ashton’s soft indie music and the sound of other cars filled the car. Shortly, Ashton pulled to a stop in front of Devon’s hotel. Luke turned around in his seat to face her.

“Thanks again for coming, Dev,” he mumbled softly, a grin on his face.

“Thanks for inviting me. And thanks for the ride, Ashton.” He nodded in acknowledgement before she turned her gaze back to Luke. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow would bring?

“See you tomorrow.”

Devon climbed out of the car and headed towards the doors, sparing one last glance and a wave before heading inside. Luke watched as she walked in, a small sigh escaping his lips. He turned his head to see Ashton with a smirk on his face.

“What?” Luke questioned.

“You still love her, don’t you, mate?”

Luke sighed again, glancing back towards the doors. Devon was already out of sight, probably in the elevator already. He knew exactly what she was going to do when she got to her room. She would kick off her shoes and then take her makeup off. She’d go through her night time skin care routine, put her hair in a bun with a silk scrunchie, and finally change into her pajamas, which were usually just a big t-shirt and panties. She would probably spend some time reading or watching cooking videos on TikTok before going to bed.

“Of course I do.”

…

Devon swiped one last bit of lip gloss across her lips when Luke texted her that he was outside. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and phone before heading downstairs to meet him.

The anxiety was coming back. Seeing Luke was one thing, but having a full on conversation was another. It didn’t help that the conversation would surely lead to the topic of their relationship. Their breakup.

Luke was feeling similarly. He had paced around the apartment all morning until Ashton gave him a pep talk. He reminded him that if they didn’t talk, Devon would just leave again and nothing would change. Nothing would get fixed.

The sound of a creaky car door opening snapped Luke from his thoughts, looking up to see Devon climbing in. He sent her a smile.

“Hey, Dev.”

“Hey, Luke. Bertha’s still kicking, I see?” Devon joked as she buckled her seatbelt. She knew that Luke wasn’t going to get rid of his beloved Prius until absolutely necessary, but the fact that the car still functioned at all was shocking.

“I think it might be her time soon, but for now, she gets me where I need to go.”

Bertha survived the drive to the small diner that Devon and Luke agreed on, albeit the radio cut out a few times. It was a new place and Luke had been wanting to try it. A part of Devon wondered if he really wanted to try it or if he just didn’t want to take her to one of the places that they frequented when they were together. Frankly, she wouldn’t have wanted to go to one of their old spots either. It would have felt too odd.

Once inside and seated, a waitress came to take coffee orders before scurrying away.

“Tell me about grad school,” Luke began, saving the more serious topics of conversation for later. It was best to start off casual and simply catch up on everything that had happened in the past year.

“It’s alright,” Devon sighed. She would have fibbed, but she felt no need to lie to Luke. “My classes are great. I’ve learned so much and my professors are awesome. It’s just…”

She trailed off, unsure how to put her thoughts into words without sounding pathetic. She didn’t want Luke to judge her.

“What?” He pressed gently, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“It’s the other students, I guess. Everyone at our school was so great, but the people there are just not so friendly. And most of the other grad students did undergrad there, so I couldn’t really fit my way into a friend group. And there’s just not as much to do in the city as there is here,” she explained, her hands occupying themselves with the napkin in her lap.

She locked eyes with Luke, waiting for his response. He could have used it against her. He could have guilt tripped her for leaving and then not being happy. But Luke would never do that and Devon knew it.

“Well that’s not good,” he mumbled sincerely. “I’m sorry, Dev.”

He truly did feel bad. Every day while Devon was gone, he thought about her. He hoped she was having a good day and that her education was going well. It pained him to think that she wasn’t having a great time.

“It’s okay. I mean, I’m there for my master’s, not to make friends.” The waitress came back with their drinks and took their lunch orders. “Anyways, tell me about your book! What happened with the publishers and everything?”

The fact that Devon’s grad school wasn’t everything that she had imagined was still bothering him but Luke went along, knowing she wouldn’t want to talk about it.

“I sent another draft to one of the ones that was interested before, a while after you left. He said he liked the majority of it but wanted a few different ones. It took me a while to figure out what he wanted, but eventually I got it,” he rambled. “I’m really happy with it.”

“I’m glad,” she replied, heart swelling with pride. “When does it come out?”

“Next week.”

Devon hummed in acknowledgement, already making a mental note to pick up a copy for herself.

“How about work?” She questioned after a sip of her cappuccino.

“You’ll never believe it,” Luke chuckled. “I got promoted to a manager position.”

“Really? It’s about time!”

Devon and Luke had a running joke about Luke’s job. He had been there the longest other than the owner, an old woman who still moved like a teenager. She always hung a promotion over his head, suggesting it but never following through. Luke knew she was planning on giving it to him eventually. It was just a matter of time until she actually did, and the two would always make jokes about it.

They made small talk until their food came, causing the duo to fall into silence. Meaningless conversation about the weather could only last so long until what really needed to be talked about came out.

Soup and sandwiches didn’t last long enough. Their plates were cleared and there was no point in stalling anymore.

“I think we fucked up.”

Luke’s statement was unsugarcoated. He couldn't say for sure how Devon felt, but every day throughout the past year, Luke felt like he was making a mistake. Everyone around them was shocked at the news of their breakup; if there were any college sweethearts that would actually last, it would be them. That certainly didn’t help Luke’s pain when everyone else knew it was a mistake too.

Devon felt tears burn the back of her eyes as she nodded softly. He was right. Perhaps it was best at the time, but they couldn’t do another year of being apart.

“I think we did.”

Her voice broke, taking a deep breath to calm herself down and not cry in the restaurant.

“Hey,” Luke cooed soothingly, noticing the tears and reaching across the table for her hand. As his hand encased hers, at that moment, everything felt like it was going to be okay. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private.”

Luke paid the check and made their way back to Bertha. The need for privacy left them with two options; Devon’s hotel room or the apartment.

“Maybe we could go to my hotel room,” Devon suggested. ��That way we won’t bother Ashton.”

That was only part of the reason. Devon wasn’t sure how she would feel if she stepped into her old home in the current state of their relationship. All of the memories her and Luke had would come flooding back. The hotel room was a neutral place without connection to what once was.

Luke agreed and drove to the location he remembered from the night before. The elevator ride up to Devon’s room was heavily silent, hands brushing against each other but never interlocking. The sound of the door shutting behind them once in the room was thunderous, the sound signifying that there was absolutely nothing between them and the inevitable anymore.

They stood in the middle of the room for a moment, looking anywhere but each other. There was no good way to start the conversation. There was no easy way to talk about a painful breakup that led to a year apart, then being reunited.

Without the right words in mind, Devon threw herself at Luke. She wrapped her arms tight around his middle and buried her head into his chest. Luke returned the gesture, holding her as close as he could. The hug said more than what either of them could put into words.

It wasn’t until a few minutes that Devon finally found something to say.

“I can’t keep doing this, Lu,” she whispered shakily. “I can’t keep missing you like this.”

“This is all my fault, Dev. I was the one who didn’t think we could do it. Fuck, honey, I’m so sorry.”

Devon surely didn’t think it was his fault. He had every right to be upset that she was moving so far away, and he had every right to be scared of what the distance would do to their relationship. She felt the same way. They broke up to spare themselves the pain of long distance. It hadn’t taken long for them to realize that the pain of being broken up was much, much worse.

As much as she tried to push the thoughts away, Devon couldn’t help thinking about how if she hadn’t left, this wouldn’t have happened. She knew that she did nothing wrong and that her education was just as important, but she had never intended to pursue it in expense of her relationship.

“This isn’t your fault. It was both of us. We were just saving ourselves from the pain. Besides, I was the one that left-”

“No,” Luke cut her off, glancing down at her. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for this. You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

Devon lifted her head up to meet his gaze. His face was serious but his eyes were completely sincere. She had always feared that he would hold a grudge against her for leaving. One look into the gorgeous blue eyes that she fell in love with told her that he didn’t.

“I never want you to blame this on you going to grad school. I want you to know that I completely support your decision and all your aspirations, honey. I will never hold that against you.”

Tears brimmed Devon’s eyes again, but these weren’t tears of pain. They were of love and adoration. Luke was the most amazing man she had ever known. He had a heart of gold and was one hell of a poet. She had never felt so loved as she felt by him.

“Please tell me this isn’t over, Luke,” she whispered, hands moving to cup his bearded cheeks. A single tear slipped down the soft skin of Devon’s cheek. “I love you. I never stopped. Please tell me there can be an us again.”

Luke wasn’t sure when he started crying, but a sudden wetness on his cheek alerted him of the act. His hands tugged Devon’s waist to bring her closer, noses brushing touching and breath mingling. They could hardly remember the last time they had been that close, the last time they felt love so intensely.

“I’ve wanted us back since that day a year ago. I love you more than anything, Devon. Always have, always will.”

For the first time in over a year, Luke and Devon’s lips connected in a kiss. It was nothing short of passionate and heavy. The love they hadn’t been able to express for so long was rising to the surface, coming out in the form of mumbled words, bruising kisses and desperate touches.

Frantic fingers worked the buttons of Devon’s flannel, slowly pushing her backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. The offending item was discarded to the floor and the newly reunited couple crawled onto the bed. Devon shivered under Luke, a reaction caused by a mixture of the cool sheets against her bare back and his lips on her neck, his beard providing a new sensation that she hadn’t felt before.

The past year was difficult. If they could go back in time and fix it, they would jump on the opportunity without a second thought. But just maybe, it made them stronger. Maybe they needed to begin to wilt in order for them to bloom.

…

“What do we do now?”

Devon curled closer to Luke as a crisp breeze cut through the darkening evening. He sighed and wrapped the blanket tighter around them.

“I’m not sure.”

The couple sat in the trunk of Luke’s car with the door popped open, parked at a lookout point that overlooked the city. It was something they used to do all the time in college. It was comforting to return to their old traditions, knowing that they had fixed what they broke.

It was Sunday evening, the day before Devon flew back to her grad school city. They may have gotten back together, but they were still faced with the same problem as when they broke up. Devon still had a whole year of grad school left, miles away.

“I’m not sure I want to go back,” Devon admitted, eyes fixed on the city lights. Luke snapped his head to look at her, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Are you saying you don’t want to finish your degree?”

Luke would never forgive himself if she gave up her master’s degree because of him. He didn’t want the distance either, but he could never hold her back from her dreams.

“No, no, I want to finish. I just...I wasn’t happy in that city. This is my home. I’m happy here,” she explained. She tore her eyes away from the view in favor of looking at her boyfriend. “With you.”

Luke dipped his head down, pressing a kiss to her temple. Devon leaned into the affection that she had missed so much.

“It’s up to you, honey. I don’t want to hold you back. Just know that if you do stay there, I’m going to really try this time. I promise we’ll make it work, and I’ll be here for you no matter what.”

Devon grinned at his words. She didn’t realize how much she needed to hear that; that the past wouldn’t repeat itself. However, she didn’t want to put either of them through the suffering of a long distance relationship when she didn’t even want to be away.

“I appreciate that, bubs. But I just can’t do that to us after everything we’ve been through.” She thought for a moment, trying to decipher the best course of action. “Maybe I could finish online.”

Luke nodded in acknowledgement; it was a good compromise. Devon got to finish her degree at the school with the best program, and she didn’t have to be so far away. It benefitted Luke as well, not just her. However, he didn’t want to sway her either way.

“If that’s what you want, honey. This is your decision.”

He gave her shoulders a squeeze as she thought it over. The only sounds to be heard were the gentle hum of the city below them and the cold breeze that ruffled the trees. It was so familiar. They had spent countless nights like this, simply enjoying each other’s company and rewinding from hectic college life. Luke had to remind himself that they weren’t undergraduate students anymore; Devon was in grad school and he was a published poet.

It was baffling how everything felt like it had gone back to the way it was, yet things were actually so very different.

“That’s what I want,” Devon announced with confidence after a few moments of pondering. “I want to stay here.”

Matching lovesick grins spread across their faces as they locked eyes. She scooted closer to Luke, if that was even possible, nudging her nose against his.

“You’re sure?” He verified, eyes fluttering closed.

“So very sure.”

He chuckled lowly before closing the gap. The air between them was finally clear. Their relationship was fixed and they would still be together. No more pain and suffering.

Devon rested her head on Luke’s shoulder when the kiss broke, breathing out a content sigh. They enjoyed the silence for a moment before Devon piped up with a question.

“Can I move back into the apartment?”

“Of course you can,” Luke chuckled. “That’s our place. Why couldn’t you?”

“What about Ashton?”

“He understands our situation, babe. He saw this coming. He already asked Calum and Michael if he could take the extra bedroom at their flat if it came to this, and they agreed. As long as you’re fine with living with him for a little while until he moves out, then he’s fine with it too.”

Devon let out a breathy laugh, nodding in understanding.

“I mean, I’ll still have to go back to my apartment out there for a bit to get my stuff.” She looked up at Luke with a hopeful glint in her eye. “Do you think you could come with and help? It’s alright if you can’t.”

“I can come, honey. I’ll see if I can fly out with you tomorrow, but if not I can come a couple days later, so you don’t have to change yours.” A smirk spread across his face before continuing. “Or we could just wait to go together and stay here for another few days. You know, catch up a little more.”

Devon laughed and playfully rolled her eyes, nudging his shoulder.

“What a way with words you have, Hemmings. No wonder you’re a poet.”

“Speaking of poetry, I have something for you.”

Luke pressed a swift kiss to Devon’s cheek before hopping out of the trunk. He opened the door to the back seat and rifled around for a moment, then returning to face Devon. He removed his hand from behind his back, holding it out to her.

“For you.”

Devon took the item from his hand curiously. It only took a moment for her to realize what it was.

It was a book titled The Life of a Flower. The cover was a stunning photo of two orchids side by side, and Luke’s name was printed across the bottom.

His first poetry book.

“You’re the first person to get a copy,” he mumbled sheepishly, breaking Devon from her trance of staring at it. She couldn’t help the tears of pride that welled in her eyes. If seeing the actual, physical book in person was such an emotional moment for her, she couldn’t even imagine how Luke must have felt when he saw it for the first time.

“This is incredible, Luke,” she whispered, smiling despite her tears. “I’m so proud of you, bubs, so fucking proud.”

Devon dropped the blanket from her shoulders and hopped down from the trunk. Her arms found their way around his neck while his found her waist. Pride was an understatement. She had been there every step of the way, and seeing his dreams finally come to life was a wonderful sight to see.

“Thank you, Devon,” Luke whispered into her hair. “For being my biggest supporter. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“It’s not me, Lu,” she mumbled in response, tilting her head up to look at him. “You have a gift. Your writing got you here, not me.”

“I would have given up on writing a long time ago if I didn’t have you. You give me an endless amount of inspiration that I never had before. A poet’s words are meaningless if his muse isn’t worth writing about.”

“Damn. William Shakespeare has nothing on you,” she joked although she was absolutely melting on the inside. Luke groaned playfully.

“You always ruin the moment. Anyway, look at the first pages.”

Devon removed her arms from his neck to flip through, skipping past the title page, copyright and table of contents until she found what he was talking about. She found a dedications page that only made her tear up again, reading:

“For Devon. You’ll always be my orchid.”