#i love you mostest

[theblog-about-us]

I used to envy those who knew how to maintain their social relationships….. N I really appreciate n love u.. u the one who knows how to maintain my presence because u were able 2 understand that I am not distant or difficult n that my silence…. n introversion… N isolation ..n loneliness have nothing to do with u… I love u

[anchoeritic]

i'm feeling a bit down today and some dbf!pedro comforting me- I MEAN READER would make me happy :( (it can be fluff)

-🐺

pedro trying to cook you a nice warm meal in the microwave bcs you’re feeling down but he can’t cook on the stove for shit. inviting him over when your dad’s not home so you get to spend some special time with him, extra longer when your family isn’t around to poke at the two of you. “what is this, babe?” you laugh, stirring around the bowl of soup with your spoon, trying to identify what he made in the microwave this time.

“looks delicious.” sending him a small smile, you took a whiff from the bowl. a cough was heard when you inhaled the smell, the strong aroma of pepper clogging your sinuses, well, besides the obvious heavy mucus. he looked at you with a winced expression, “smells delicious, doesn’t it?” he joked, sitting in the seat in front of you.

“i bet it tastes delicious, too..” muttering under your breath. a chuckle escaped from him as he watched you struggle to identify the ingredients put into his ‘specialty’. your eyebrows were furrowed, you looked so confused. scooting his chair closer to you, he took the spoon from your hand, collecting a nice spoonful of the soup. “c’mere,” he uses his other hand to cup your face, “open up.”

“it can’t be that bad.” your cheeks flushed warm at his words, stomach feeling the twists and turns of him. obeying, your lips separated slowly, hesitant on eating the entire spoonful. “nuh-uh, need it a lil wider, sweetheart.” with his hand steady on the utensil, he tilted it towards you, letting the soup go into your mouth smoothly. “that’s it. good girl.”

[hippolotamus]

Listen, yesterday my angsty wife @bidisasterevankinard said ‘what would Buck get from Eddie? Just the will?’ and jfc here we are. Mostly under the cut for length and mentioned past suicidal thoughts. I apologize in advance. (Please let me know if I’m missing any important tags)

“Jeez, Eds, you really gotta clean out your junk drawer,” Buck calls from the kitchen.

Eddie huffs a little laugh to himself because he knows if he lets said drawer go long enough Buck will inevitably clean it himself. He always does, always has. The messiness of Eddie’s junk drawer always gets to him eventually.

“Aha!” Buck exclaims.

“Find it?” Eddie calls back. Buck is searching for a notepad to keep score. Chris is coming home in a few weeks, for the start of school, and Buck wants to brush up on Scattergories before he does.

“No, but I did find the missing Yahtzee pencil.”

Eddie shakes his head fondly, listening as Buck continues sifting through the contents, like a woodland creature making a nest.

“Finally! I didn’t think it would be so hard finding a note…pad.”

Buck’s voice trails off into silence. No sounds of the gentle giant bounding through the house. Nothing until the shaky ‘E-eds?’ so quiet Eddie almost doesn’t hear it.

He hurries to the other room, curious what could have made Buck sound so upset. But as soon as he sees his friend he knows. He recognizes the lined notebook, hurriedly hidden there months ago. Shoved in the darkness and now in Buck’s trembling hands, open to a page that was never meant to be discovered.

“Eddie,” Buck says, lifting his gaze to reveal red-rimmed eyes that dull the beautiful endless blue Eddie’s used to. “What- Is this-”

Eddie swallows, steeling himself for this conversation he wants to have even less than telling Chris he was letting him go. He manages to calmly cross the room, gently taking the pad from Buck. He stays in Buck’s space, one hand hovering over his shoulder, unsure if he has the right to offer anything soothing right now. Eventually Eddie withdraws, keeping to himself.

“It is,” Eddie confirms. “It’s exactly what you think it is.”

“But- why?!” Buck’s words are so broken and Eddie doesn’t know that any reasoning will be good enough. “Why would you- Eddie you were planning to kill yourself! And this- this is addressed to me. Was I meant to find you?! What about the rest of the team? Our family!”

Eddie can see the hurt building to rage. And he gets it. He does. He’s been on the other side of this, too. He offers the only explanation he can, even if he knows it’s piss poor and inadequate.

“Buck, the only reason you’ve never seen this before is because you did find me. It was right after Chris left and Gerrard took Bobby’s place. Everything was messy as hell. I just didn’t see the point anymore. And I thought- I thought even if Chris did come back, I wasn’t fit to parent him.”

“Eddie-”

“But you showed up. Just barged through my door like always. Because I swear you must have some kind of sixth sense. So I shoved the note away. We had beer and pizza, and you told me we could talk about Chris or anything else if I wanted to not think about it. And Tommy FaceTimed from Harbor while he was on shift, and I saw you being all gooey and gross together.” Eddie laughs, remembering how lovestruck Buck was even then. “You stayed over, slept on the sofa and something changed. Made me start to realize there might be something left for me after all. First thing the next morning I called and made an appointment with Frank.”

“O-okay,” Buck start, hesitantly. “That still does explain why this is written to me. Why not a generic note or something for Chris?”

“There was one for him, too. But when Shannon died, she left a note for Christopher. Something to explain why she was gone in case she never came back.” Eddie’s throat becomes clogged with emotion and hurt, demons he’s still fighting. “She left one for him. But nothing for me. Nothing to explain why I had to go on and live life without her. And I couldn’t do that to you. As the only other person that close to my son, I couldn’t let you wonder. I couldn’t let you waste years of your life questioning. Yes, you’re in my will, but I couldn’t leave you with only that. Like you were some arbitrary footnote meant to take care of Chris if something happened to me. I needed you to have the closure I never got. That I was never given a chance to hear.”

Between one breath and the next, Buck tackles Eddie in a tight embrace, holding on for dear life. He clutches and sobs into the crook of Eddie’s neck while Eddie clings right back, wondering how he let the darkness of everything convince him he could die without leaving a trail of hurt in his wake.

They cry together, a conversation of a million unsaid things in every wretched, anguished moment.

“Eds, please. You can’t-“ Buck’s muffled voice comes from where he’s trying to burrow further into Eddie. “You just can’t.”

“I know. I’m so sorry,” he whispers, carding his fingers through Buck’s hair. “So sorry, Evan. I won’t. Ever. I promise.”

[lyra-s-world]

Hey dad @totally-not-regulus and pops @prongsie-rambles do you wanna meet my bestfriends from the future...

[lauronk]

A CHRISTMAS GIFT FROM MY FAVORITEST BEAR I LOVE YOU @bearrycool

ITS SO GOOD EVERYONE READ IT

[codecicle]

Hii it's robbie dykecicle take my hand I'm thinking about slime taking flippa out after it rains and she's in her mammas boots and she's stomping around in mud puddles and she finds a cool bug so slime tells her to run back inside to ask Mariana for a jar and he's upset for a second about tracking mud in but she's clearly soooo excited so he'll give it a pass this time (is making slime do it) and she runs back out and slime helps her put it in a jar and and and:(

FUCKING FALLS INTO PIECES. TAKING YOUR HAND MAN shed look up at her mom with big-ass bug eyes through her thick glasses (-6 prescription ! matching with dad !) and she'd look so pitiful whenever mariana got upset over the mud and mariana would drop it almost immediately and they'd build a little terrarium for it and all flippa's bugs could thrive together. shaking you shaking you flippa's color scheme is like a lunar moth if you really think about it do you think she'd love moths too. do you think they'd raise them as a family and watch them hatch from cocoons and then release them when their wings are dried. dying a billion deaths fuck mannn:((

[hey-cringelord]

god. theyre fucking awesome

[moonchild-in-blue]

Thank you for the tag @tonguetyd! My spoons are indeed low but my sleep schedule is GONE so. Random burst of energy let's go.

I didn't know what artist to pick because I didn't want an obvious (?) one, so I'm going super niche and choosing Bright Eyes because it's been a minute since I've talked about them, and they're one of my favourites 💙

Artist: Bright Eyes

How do you feel: Nothing Gets Crossed Out

What is your gender: Bowl Of Oranges (obviously funny but also it's a beautiful song! poetic storytelling!)

If you could go anywhere: Lua

Favorite mode of transportation: Driving Fast Through A Big City At Night (yes that is the title)

Your best friend: First Day Of My Life 🥹

Favorite time of day: Sunrise, Sunset

If your life was a tv show: A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not

Relationship status: I Won't Ever Be Happy Again 🥲

Your fear: Waste Of Paint

Idk who made this or not so I'm tagging randomly, no pressure to do this whatsoever! @dearscone @corviisquire @hookedhobbies @politemagic (hi!) @leonsleftbicep @melit0n

[littlebunthings]

Mm texting baba

[bookshelf-dust]

hi babe! I just wanted to check in on you. I miss

i can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see you in my inbox 🥺 i’m struggling a lot right now and i needed a little boost. i miss you, baby!! i’m trying to be more present on here because it’s good for me. how are you, my love?

[areyoudoingthis]

i have never, never been more proud of myself than i am for succeeding at accomplishing this absolutely glorious, flawless and immaculate spotify wrapped. brought to tou 100% by the gay pirate brainrot

[pauking5]

✨ happy new year to everyone ✨

i truly hope this new year will help you overcome whatever you need to overcome. i also wish for you to be filled with happiness, health and joy all year long!

i'm really happy to have found my way on here. i never thought my writing would be appreciated anywhere until i reached here and i am glad i took the step forward. i love the little family we have on here and i wish only the best for you ❤️

p.s. got a little new year present for you coming a little later so keep an eye out 🤭

[strawberrystepmom]

ok bc you reblogged this

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somewhere in the middle of heated banter, you realize that satoru has long stopped answering, and despite the fact that he's still inches apart from you, smiling as you lambast him for diminishing your authority in front of your students by flirting, the mirth in his eyes is replaced by a more suddenly focused look.

it unsettles you enough that you can feel your own train of language skid to a stop. there's a stillness to his eyes that distracts you, and you realize he's looking at one thing in particular. your lips.

"satoru, are you listening?"

he nods, which tells you he is and he isn't at the same time, electric blue still drawn to the shimmer on your lips, as though he's just noticed a few moments ago, or perhaps he has - he notices everything about you after all - but the implications of such have just occurred to him, and he's stuck on one thought in particular.

"is it flavored?" he asks.

"what is?"

"that," he replies, and quickly he cups your face by the jaw, brushing his thumb gently on the sticky sheen.

rather than swat his hand away, you find yourself freezing - something about his touch is calming as usual - but still you reply,

"stop changing the subject," you hiss.

"how's this for changing the subject?" he adds, dipping down to kiss you, tasting the gloss on your lips to answer for himself.

continuing to disrespect me by interrupting my tirade smh do you even like me satoru….

[hippolotamus]

Nonono, Buck absolutely knows that he fucks with his instructors, he was working with them for weeks, but hot older men were buying him tequila, calling him cute and pretty and sweety and touching hik a little and he said "fuck it I MUST be betwee them"

I’m so sorry, my love, I misread that situation. Please forgive me 🥺👉👈

BUT Buck absolutely goes into that situation with a Teacher’s Pet attitude. At first he thinks he’s gonna bat his lashes and flirt and be cute. But then he’s accepting shots like they’re water and letting himself get sandwiched between Tommy and Sal (like the Good Boy he is). And they’re making him feel so good he can’t possibly deny himself more.

[con2ad]

gee, i hope someone can get a bingo !!

[fourthnattawat]

naphatjindapat 👉🏽 saintparamee

been watching step by step and i’m OBSESSED with jaab so here’s a url change