#i think about their tattoos of each other and I cry . like you don’t understand

[unluckyprime]

“i want you to treat everyone in this world like you treat your brother, okay?”

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts   ━ from various tv shows, part 2

this can’t end with us going home.

it’s a broken world, and you’re the only thing that brings it back together.

’til my last breath, i am yours.

you think i trapped you?

i think i hate myself more than i love you.

we’re young. we can still make bad decisions for a few more years.

you’re the one crying in a parking lot.

you wanna die quick? or you wanna die screaming?

oh my god, you can handle one day alone.

i think a little buffer would be good for us.

you said dating me was a lot, but i need you to know that i’m always gonna be me.

you need to decide. do you take me as i am, or not take me at all?

i think i want to find my dad.

the best that i could do was love you.

don’t take this the wrong way, but are you in the middle of a full-on spiral?

you see me, and i see you.

you’re so not fine. you think i can’t see that?

i’m scared. i’m terrified, actually, that you’re gonna break my heart.

if i could go back to the night we first met, i’d do it all over again.

people will remember the last thing you do.

i’m entirely unremarkable. 

you don’t get to shut down whenever it’s convenient. 

it can’t end like this.

i wanted to experience something i didn’t understand.

wow, that is pretty out there…

this is the first time i’ve felt like me again in a long time.

i like you. you’re scary.

i don’t trust any of these other fucks, so let’s watch each other’s backs.

they’re clearly cannibals.

my dad thought he wanted a child, but he lost interest. he doesn’t care about me.

i’m gonna leave you alone now.

i want to stay here. we were supposed to be a family.

we’re finally together now. let’s start fresh. 

i’m really sorry for what’s about to happen to you.

stop talking to me like a stranger and say what you mean.

are those your tattoos? do they have a meaning?

i will never regret you. i would do it all over again, everything. i would suffer all of it a million times.

our lives are like a series of ghost stories.

you and me, i’d do it all over again.

i wear longing like a fucking veil.

tell me what it made you feel.

look at you. it’s much more likely that you’re gonna break my heart.

you look right through me. you don’t even see me.

i want this to work.

you’re blowing it, and it pisses me off.

you sit here and bleed, or you trust me.

i just don’t scare easy, so when i do, i pay attention.

please don’t break up with me because i’m insane.

it was a stupid, drunken, one time kiss. that’s all.

can we take one night off of the horror show that is our lives?

how do you overcome your fear when all you’re really afraid of is you?

this is not gonna end well.

long distance was brutal. 

we’re not supposed to get personal, big boy.

turns out, i love math.

i was gonna text you, but i got in my head about what to say.

we were both horrible to each other at different times. i regret that.

why don’t you just lay down and die, please?

stop agreeing with each other like you’re fighting. it’s weird.

i’d back your hunches any day of the week.

that should be our motto: “who cares?”

we’re probably all gonna die anyway. 

don’t walk away from something before you even know what it is.

i missed you when we stopped talking, and now i’ll miss you forever.

for a while you were my best friend. i’m gonna hold onto that.

sibling rivalry is bloodsport.

i can’t stop thinking about her.

we’ve had a pretty fucked up year.

i warned you. you should have shut the fuck up.

i stand by what i did.

well, welcome to hell, i guess.

i thought to myself, “what if i could be someone different?”

[paopaupaus]

part 8 of the Buddie Development Rant

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

S4:E4 9-1-1, What’s your grievance?

i’m sorry but the scene where Buck is punching the punching bag and Eddie is right beside it is kindaaa…

S4:E5 Buck begins

One thing that i can take away from Eddie and Buck’s interactions, especially in this episode, is that they understand each other like no one else. Eddie tells Buck that he knew why he had to go into that fire, and something in his eyes makes me think that Buck felt like he didn’t have to explain anything to Eddie

S4:E6 Jinxed

bonus: did anyone notice all the women checking out Buck at 13:56 😂

and then Buck looking angry/confused when eddie said he had a date with Anna

S4:E7 There Goes the Neighborhood

why did Buck have to go on a date with the most annoying woman ever, i think it was weird timing with Eddie starting to date again.

And then they decide to keep her as Albert’s gf, but all of her traits are gone now? i felt like they introduced an anarchist and pessimist and then she starts dating Albert and it all goes away? plot device smh

S4:E8 Breaking Point

Buck babysitting Christopher while Eddie’s out on his date :”) and when he’s home Buck asks how did the date go and Eddie tells him “she taught me math” and he wasn’t lying??

S4:E12 Treasure Hunt

Eddie heard treasure hunt and immediately told buck we’d make a good team :) it was cute seeing them running around trying to find it, although Eddie did look sad when he found out Buck had already partnered with Taylor :(

S4:E13 Suspicion

Carla talks to Eddie and tells him that he needs to listen to his heart and not only to what Christopher needs.

At the end of the episode Eddie is shot, right in front of Buck, the world literally stopped and they looked into each other’s eyes. 😭 then when they are both on the ground Eddie reaches out with his hand to Buck. and it is said that Oliver (Buck’s actor) got their silouette tattooed after filming :”)

S4:E14 Survivors

ooohh my god. following the gunshot Buck pulls Eddie out of the middle of the streets and then carries him to get him in the truck (hot? 😃) in the truck Buck is tending to Eddie (is it a bad time to say that i love how Buck’s voice gets all high and pitchy when he’s freaked out?)

Buck “hey hey i got you, hey just… you just stay with me okay?” looking into his eyes 😭✋

Eddie “are you hurt?” (cause Buck was covered in his blood) honey you’re bleeding how can you focus on Buck (no but also let’s never forget Eddie is a BAMF who also pulled out a convoy from open fire in the war)

Buck “i need you to hang on” x2

Buck is COMPLETELY out of it shaking so much, but still all he wants to do is go with Christopher and be with him.

when he gets the news that Eddie is out of surgery he breaks down crying. guys idk about you but this doesn’t seem like simply just a friendship.

Anna calls Buck to tell him that Eddie woke up, first of all he makes sure Eddie makes a facetime call with Christopher.

Eddie “appreciate you staying with him”

Buck thought Chris should stay somewhere he knew, because carla offered to take him to her house.

Eddie “you were there for him when i couldn’t, that’s what matters.”

i love these two together, they aren’t just a bromance, they jumped straight to functional family.

Eddie babytrapped Bick, he made him Christopher’s godfather 😭 also i don’t see the big deal? a lot of people have said that it was wrong for Eddie to do that but Buck would 100% be up for the job and he already has a village that could help

“no one will ever fight as hard for my son as you”

i think this is the first time Eddie calls him Evan and it is so cute 😩

“because 😒 Evan 🙄 you came in here the other day and you said you thought it would have been better if it had been you who was shot😠”

with this we finish season 4 🫶 i’m glad i got addicted to this show because there’s so much contect and i love every single character, hope you have a great day/night and feel free to comment so we can chat!

[the0retically]

The Suckening #10: The Midnight Circle:

Holy shit y’all, what an episode

- These intros are so good

- MUSIC! Cannot wait for this to be released I love it so much

- Also the description? “The Kindred hit the books” noooo they’re so stupid :(

- The dancing imagery is so cool also the voice overlay? Love it

- ….shit Arthur wants to sacrifice more than the boys

- Oh emizel just chugged it

- Emizel is stardust???

- God shilo is the only one that’s like “hey wait let me wait a second”

- Emizel appearing in the sky like Mufasa??

- “Thanks guys I know the ending is a bit avant garde” CHARLIE PLEASE

- Emizel is gonna miss Theo’s birthday nooooo

- “I fear for this one” “we all do” “I don’t” :(( emizel

- ADHD EMIZEL!!!! “You don’t need it now, you’re a vampire. Just focus” ARTHUR PLEASE “I’m very out of touch”

- Love the similarities of this library and Finn’s library

- MONTAGE!!!

- GUN BOOK!!!!! Nice!!!

- Love how Shilo started as normal but the other two just did bits so bizly decided he was going to as well

- :( this conversation over trust is really interesting

- Lol love Charlie dying in the background at emizel asking if Arthur saw the Eiffel Tower while Shilo is berating him

- Oh shilo that was Interesting

- Arthur vs the twins is so interesting I like this conversation, it’s been needed

- :( “you see that in me?” ARTHUR NO SHILO ISNT LIKE EDWARD

- God Grizz is phenomenal, he is so good at this, this monologue is phenomenal

- The funky music coming back in after that argument oh my god

- …….Shilo’s old room :(

- “And you brood for a week” ARTHUR OH MY GOD

- Emizel coming from the top rope!!

- God the fact that Arthur’s younger siblings were twins and he has to be with shilo and emizel constantly has to be Gutting him

- :( shilo crying and hugging Arthur after he told them his past :((

- They’re understanding each other more!!

- “Oh really? I need help” ARTHUR OH MY GOD?

- “For what it’s worth I miss being human.” “Me too.” “I hate having to eat every night.” “Did you not have to eat as a human?” Started as so sad but then turned to the bit, love them

- “My idea is a haunted house and the information jumps out at you!” -Condi

Charlie proceeds to lose it “that’s crazy, that’s nuts, what the fuck??”

- LETS GO SHILO!!! 7!!!!! THIS IMAGERY IS SO COOL

- Brother bonding time let’s go??

- Oh?? Theo’s here??

- Aww they’re tutoring emizel

- Charlie is so done lol love this

- OH MONSTER ATTACKING SHILO

- YAY EMIZEL IS GOOD!!

- Love how crazy condi’s ideas have been

- IT WAS THE SHADE FROM DAY ONE!!!! Yes!!!! Emizel has proven himself

- MOONBEAST!!!!! CHARLIE BROUGHT IN THE MOON BEAST!!!!

- Oh Arthur is losing dominate,,,,interesting

- 16 moon points oh my god

- Oh god “in due time the moon beast will walk among us” Charlie please

- Nice Arthur love the black flame tattoos

- “Maybe you needed to get the shit beaten out of you” oh my god??

- Oh god emizel is alone and Condi is alone…….please be able to ask your question, very like the unseen one with these questions I like it

- “If I gave up one of my lives would that work” uh???? Emizel oh no

- PEPPERS IN THE BOWL HUH??

- “I don’t want to hurt pepper” “where do you think the nine lives are coming from” “I know but this is putting her in the bowl I don’t like that” :((

- WHY WAS EMIZEL THE ACCOUNTANT AT SCHOOL?????? Oh he’s forgetting about finance and the memory of his father,,,,,,,,oh god??

- ….makes sense that he loses a humanity for that

- God the editing for the questions being asked is so cool and these questions and answers are so cool

- :( the Queen wanted him safe

- Purple figure?? But younger??

- Arthur time

- ………Arthur giving up points in humanity

- YOURE THINKING OF SACRIFICING VOID??? GRIZZ PLEASE?

- …sacrifice his relationship with magnus maybe? Oh god

- THANK GOD HES NOT SACRIFICING VOID

- BUT DEAR GOD HES LOSING A LOT

- Oh god “grizzly there’s never been an ugly Grizzly character before. You give up being a hot vampire?” HED BE BROKE AND UGLY OH GOD GRIZZ NO

- ……….I’m so—oh he looked like his father and doesn’t anymore :(

- TWO SUCCESSES ON COURAGE LETS GO ARTHUR

- :( Arthur there’s no cure

- “Oh that’s a good one! You mother fucker!!” YEAH ARTHUR GET THE INFORMATION

- the music is so good cannot wait for the soundtrack

- Love the twins bickering while Arthur is panicking and breaking down a bit

- BIZLYS YELP OH MY GOD

- :(((((( Grizz isn’t playing a hot character anymore this is so—

- EMIZEL DOESNT WANT TO BE ALONE WITH ARTHUR OH MY GOD

- Love how it’s Gryffon’s voice now

- …..shilo what?? You’re giving up your sight?????? BRO WHAT?

- Bizly’s voice acting pop off bro but oh my god, he didn’t have to rip his own eye out??

- “Now I get a prize?” SHILO PLEASE??

- I cannot believe he actually just gave one of his eyes

- …….the eye only gave him one question

- “You see your mother again” “….mama” SHILO PLEASE IM GONNA CRY

- Oh hi Siri!! HA PLEASE HE WAS SO IMMERSED “god fucking damn it” oh my god that was perfect

- I’m so curious about this purple figure

- DRACULA IS HERE??

- Phone alarm?? It’s 1:15?? Why does bizly have a daily 1:15 alarm??? What??

- NOO EDWARDS FACE

- “Don’t suck me into the mouth” NOOOOO AWFUL

- ……why is Charlie giving edward a sad backstory

- Ok no this isn’t a sad backstory but oh my god what happened to him????

- HIS FACE IS STUCK LIKE THAT OH MY GOD??

- Uhhhhhh how did Edward see Shilo?

- “Stop looking at me, I’ll kill you.” ARTHUR PLEASE

- “I don’t think I’ll be spying anything with my little eye.” SHILO PLEASE

- OH GOD CONDI SAYING HE GAVE UP HIS TAX KNOWLEDGE PLEASE THE OTHER TWO GAVE UP SO MUCH

- “He’s ugly as hell he needs a robe” PLEASE

- “Someone’s gotta be the comedic relief these two are so serious all the time” EMIZEL

- ALSO OH MY GOD THAT WHOLE INTERACTION WAS INSANE

- Peppers name being Salem is so cute and she’s there!!

- “Soda was my dad” HUH?

- Emizel explaining his answers is so funny to me because it’s just batshit

- …………..is Dracula the twins actual dad? Is Jeffrey just a stand in?

- :( god poor Arthur

- Pleaseeeeee this conversation is killing me “Dracula was 2 million years old so you’ll grow into it” PLEASE IM CRYING THATS INSANE

- OH MY GOD????

- VEX AND VIV MENTION AHHHHHHHHH

- ……why are they suggesting Arthur goes to the Weylins to “fix his face”

- …….Grefgore has been alone for a month oh no!

- :(((((((((( void is hesitant at first with Arthur :(

- THEY BOTH ROLLED THREE WHAT???? NO NO NO EDWARDS HERE

- TEAM EDWARD SHIRTS???

- Emizel fumbled on stealth oh my god

- PLEASE EDWARD WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

- What?? Edward has a sister??

- …..broadcasting what Edward?

- WHAT? WHAT WHAT GREFGORE????????

- He’s wearing a Walmart shirt?????

- I love shilo and Grefgore friendship :(((

- OH?? HUH WHO DID GREFGORE MET

- HE FOUND LOVE?? WHAT?????

- HES CALLING HER HIS QUEEN AWWW

- “Pretty plain looking girl” CHARLIE DONT BE MEAN TO HAZEL

- WHAT IS HAPPENING?????

- GREFGORE SHES HUMAN

- GREFGORE KEPT PICKLES!!!

- Please the conversation about Grefgore and hazel is so so funny

- OH MY GOD ALL THE PEOPLE SEEING ARTHUR AND JUST SCREAMING

- GREFGORE DONT PROPOSE TO HAZEL THATS NOT GONNA WORK

- A requirement to have a twi-phone??

- Hazel please why are you like this

- “I’d like to get a new house” THEYRE FINDING TAYLOR LAUNTER OH MY GOD???? THEYRE GOING TO CONVINCE HIM THAT THEYVE BEEN LIFE LONG FRIENDS???

- Love that they just really really want it to be Taylor Launter’s house

- NOOO ITS CLOSE TO EDWARDS

- Love how defeated Charlie is about making Taylor Launter canon

- I’m like trying not to cry from laughter

- HES HUMAN THOUGH

- “I look at him with my eye hole throbbing” bizly you could’ve said Anything different

- OH ITS TAYLOR LAUNTER THE WIFE NOT SHARKBOY

- BIG BRAIN CHARLIE SO BIG BRAIN

- IS TAYLOR A WEREWOLF AND HIS WIFE DOESNT KNOW

- OH GOD WHY DOES TAYLOR LAUNTER SOUND LIKE THAT

- HES HOLDING A BAT??

- WEREWOLF TAYLOR LAUNTER

- “Am I awake is this a dream dream dream dream dream dream dream” CHARLIE PLEASE

- “Is he a freak or is he actually a werewolf?” I DONT KNOW EITHER

- HE HAS A 9 FOR WILLPOWER

- CHARLIE PLEASE???

- Charlie cannot resist playing dogs

- Love that it’s Taylor Launter and Edward Twilight not Robert Pattinson

- Please roll well please let Taylor help

- OH MY GOD??? love how tired Taylor is about werewolf Taylor

- “We need Keanu”

- PLEASE IM CRYING FROM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD

- THEYRE JUST LEADING HIM TO EDWARDS OH MY GOD

- CHARLIE WHAT ARE THESE DOG NOISES

- This is absolutely crazy I love this oh my god??

[cowgurrrl]

now that i think about it, though, actress!reader and rockstar!joel having their own stars on the walk of fame would be iconic! the stans would be freaking out and ofc their families would be supportive

Hello I spent way too long writing these speeches??

You would both agree that because it’s such a big deal and you’ll probably already be crying all day to not speak at each other’s ceremony. It’s enough that the other and all the people you love and care for are there to support. Joel’s ceremony is a week before yours because you’re in different industries and he’s been in the public eye for longer than you. Which is fine because you’re weirdly nervous for your own ceremony. You’d much rather watch him get his first so you know what to expect.

The day of, you wear a simple, pretty black dress and gather your entire family into the car to get to Hollywood. The kids, all being 12 and above, don’t require as much supervision as they have in the past and are free to greet aunts and uncles they haven’t seen in a while. They quickly disperse in a chorus of, “Uncle Dave!” “Uncle Harry!” “Aunt Patti!” and more. You stay close to Joel before the ceremony actually starts and you’re relegated to the front row and he smiles sweetly as he kisses your cheek.

“Thanks for bein’ here.” He says and you smile and squeeze his bicep.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You say. You mingle through the crowd together, his hand always on your waist, in yours, or ruffling the hair of a passing child or grandchild that looks weirdly like him. When the ceremony begins, you sit in the front and he shoots you a wink from the podium before he starts giving his speech. Of course, he thanks his producers, band mates, managers, and everyone else as he spins the yarn of the young single-dad who showed up in LA with a dream and practically nothing else. Every once in a while, he looks up from his paper to meet your eyes and you nod to encourage him. Sometimes mouthing, “you got it.” He nods back and goes back to his words.

“I wouldn’t be near where I am today if it weren’t for my family. My brother, Tommy, and his wife, Maria, and their daughter, Lucy, never let me forget my roots and keep me grounded as the Texas boy I am. The little girl I showed up with is now a psychologist who’s way smarter than I’ll ever be, and a wonderful wife and mother to two little ones— Isaac and Eleanor. The daughter that isn’t of my blood but is of my soul is now a tattoo-covered drummer with an attitude that impresses even her Aunt Patti, an activist fighting for LGBTQ+ rights all across the world, and an amazing mother to a not-so-little JJ. My first son who’s given us a run for our money from the second he was born spends more time playin’ baseball than the guitar and we love him for it. My twin girls, our final Millers, never miss a beat and not only keep me on my toes but keep me updated on the latest TikTok trend so their old dad doesn’t go out of style just yet,” he says. Sophia and Violet giggle down the line of your family as you sit there and watch him. His eyes meet yours and you catch them misting over and you’re a goner.

“And my incredible wife who’s been patient, understanding, and gentle beyond belief for eighteen years. You are forever and always my inspiration, my rock, my best friend, and my confidant. The only reason I was able to make Grammy-winning albums and go on tour is because you stayed home with our kids for the first two years of their life. I know it wasn’t easy and there were days when we both wondered if we made the right decision. I hope you feel like we did. The sacrifices I’ve made are nothing compared to yours and I will do everything I can to repay you for that. This star— this accomplishment— is as much yours as it is mine. I love you with everything I am and everything I could ever be. Thank you.” His words hit your heart and all at once, all five of your kids are reaching across each other to grab your hand, touch your wrist, your knee, any part of you they can reach. You laugh and kiss each of their hands as you wipe your eyes. He looks at you with raised eyebrows, looking for approval, and you nod.

“I love you,” you mouth.

“I love you, too,” he mouths back.

At your ceremony, a week later, you stand on the same stage he did and look down at your family. The day’s emotions have made you especially teary and seeing all their sweet faces doesn’t do you any favors. “Alright, I’m gonna try to do this without crying,” you say, making everyone laugh. You thank your team and all the people you absolutely need to thank before turning to where you know Carolina, Ryan, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Penny are sitting.

“I met Carolina Garcia and Ryan Long while looking for a roommate for my 1,200 square foot apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. I was twenty and in the middle of my studies at NYU when Carolina responded to my Craig’s List ad. She said she didn’t have any pets, allergies, or baggage with her except for her boyfriend, Ryan. I was skeptical but agreed to meet him and thus began our decades-long friendship. When Carolina booked her first big TV gig, she threw my name in the hat and helped launch my career. Over the years, Carolina, Ryan, and their daughters have become cornerstones in my life. They made me a godmother and costar when they didn’t have to. They’re kind, selfless people and I owe who I am to them,” you say.

“Carolina and Ryan were also present when I met my husband, Joel Miller, and watched me fall in love with him. Carolina drunkenly told me during our wedding reception that she knew Joel was the one when I told her I could not only tolerate, but sleep through, his snoring,” Joel laughs a little too hard at the anecdote from his spot in the front when all five of the Miller children nod in agreement.

“Over our twenty-year relationship and eighteen-year marriage, Joel has given me support, love, and a family. I met his daughters, Sarah and Ellie, when they were 18 and 14, and although I didn’t bring them into this world, they gladly welcomed me into theirs. They were exceptionally patient and sweet as I adjusted to life with them and their father and let me love them as if they were my own. I never thought I could be a mother, but they helped prove me wrong. Quickly, we went from a family of four to a family of seven with the addition of Sam and our twins, Sophia and Violet, but through it all, the three of you made it easy to be a mom. Even then, all of you made me want to be a better mom, a better wife, a better actress, a better person. With the five of you, I felt unstoppable. I share this achievement with all of you as I do my love. Being your wife, mother, friend, godmother, and Nanny has been the greatest ride of my life. I love you. Thank you.”

Your family embraces you the second you’re off the stage and soon social media floods with pictures of Joel lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, kissing you, and holding your hand or waist for the rest of the day. You get sweet comments and congratulations from fans and other people in the industry. People Magazine celebrates the two of you as “The Most Successful Couple in Hollywood” and praises you for your speeches. You could give a thousand speeches and none of them could ever come close to describing what it feels like to watch Joel play with the kids and grandkids and nieces and nephews.

None of them could ever come close to encapsulating how much love you have for him and the life you get to lead together.

[mugloversonly]

I’m in my feelings I guess. This one is pretty personal so, keep that in mind.

Ao3

Grief

There’s a creaking sound as your bedroom door opened slowly. On a normal day, you’d be up by now. Ready and waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. But not today.

You barely moved as you felt the bed dip with Eddie’s weight. His strong arms wrapped around you gentle and firm. His chapped lips pressed softly to the back of your neck and you sighed.

“Hey, baby.” He whispered into your nape. “How you doing?” He asked.

“Do you know what day it is Eddie?” You asked instead of answering, though the date was more than enough of an answer. He glanced at the calendar on the wall and understanding filled his eyes.

“Oh, baby. I didn’t realize it was that time of year again.” He murmured into your hair. “I’m sorry.” You melted into his embrace as your eyes watered.

“It’s been 15 years Eds.” You whispered. “I should be over it by now.” you insisted harshly even as a tear snuck by. But he just held you tighter.

“Grief isn’t linear baby. It’s been what 3 years since you’ve been on the Earth longer without her than with her?” He asked gently. Always so gentle with you. A sob rocked your body but Eddie pulled you in tightly. “I’ve got ya. Let it all out, love.”

And you did. Tears soaked his shirt, along with your snot. It was so gross but he didn’t mind, you were his girl, and his girl was hurting. A soiled shirt was hardly a worry.

Finally, the tears dried but he didn’t let you go. He’d never let you go. He thought for a moment that you fell asleep, but your voice, raspy from crying, broke the silence.

“She collected tea pots.” You whispered. “I don’t think I ever saw her use one, but she had a shit ton of them. I don’t even know if she drank tea.” You giggled a little. Eddie chuckled softly.

He never met her, but the way you talked about her made him wish he could’ve. He knew from the stories you told that you loved her and she loved you. Your mom told him stories about her sometimes.

He lost his mom around the same age you lost your aunt and the wound still ached. You’ll be right where he is in a few months, holding him, gently rocking him, loving him, through the grief, through the pain. He’ll tell you the same 5 stories about his mom, and you’ll listen to them again just like he’ll listen to this teapot story as many times as you need to tell him.

And when you go home to visit family, and they all say you look just like her, he’ll be there. Squeezing your hand as you thank them all politely before you go home and star in the mirror, looking at the echo of the face of the woman who made you who you are. The little quirks that you two shared are some of his favorite things about you.

“Can we go to the diner?” You asked quietly.

“Of course.” He said. He didn’t mention that had been the plan for the day in the first place.

As the two of you sit down, he slid in right next to you to hold you tight, even here. As you order your drinks you ask for the dessert menu.

“The dessert menu?” He asked you with a raised eyebrow.

“My aunt would always eat dessert first when we went out to eat.” You shrugged. “But we don’t have to” he shoved a finger against your lips to interrupt you.

“If you think I won’t eat a piece of pie for breakfast you are severely mistaken.” He said seriously but it still caused you to laugh.

You felt lighter than you had all morning as you fed each other pieces of pie. Everything wasn’t magically fixed, but you knew that through it all, Eddie’d be there to hold you.

And on her birthday, he held your hand as a teapot was tattooed on your ankle.

Grief isn’t linear, there’s no time limit or expiration date. You’ll feel it for a long time, maybe forever. But as long as you lean on him, Eddie will be there to support that weight. He can’t carry it for you, but he can carry you.

[lowkeyorloki]

for the anon who asked what i've been working on lately <3 18+ onlyyyy

~

No one is surprised when you announce your date with Him. Not anyone who knows you, at least. It’s fast, very fast. You only just dropped off the Last One at the airport.

It’s the same for Him, His divorce hasn’t even been finalized. It’s cool, though - you aren’t the first girl He’s dated since she moved out. You are the youngest, obviously.

The youngest I’d go, He tells you the first night. He’s laying naked next to you. He’s blue-collar, all corded muscle in his legs and chest. It’s a contrast to his stomach, which is soft, rising and falling in a steady pattern. You want to kiss it, but don’t. It’s too familiar. I understand there’s potential to be a power dynamic here, He continues. He takes a pause, hits His vape. Later, He’ll make you laugh when He asks you where His douche flute is. 

His blue eyes are piercing; you see them in the dark. Your heart beats a bit faster. The fact He acknowledges this possibility at all completely does away with it.

You weren’t supposed to like each other so much, and yet you do, so you spend the night and He stays until four in the morning and you don’t have to fake your orgasms anymore. You tell Him about how you let the Last One believe they were your first. It feels good to admit, though you’re not truthful with Him either. You tell Him the inverse of what you told the Last One: He’s not the first. Man, that is. But He is, besides the time you made out with your future brother in law without your shirt on, which doesn’t count. It didn’t go further than that.

That’s the only lie you tell, and all things considered, you feel justified. He already has so much power over you. He doesn’t need more.

In four months, He gets comfortable. He picks at you sometimes, but it’s fine. You barely even notice He can’t handle the same. He eats away at you, but values your opinion so much: He asks which painting of Jesus to hang on His wall. One night, on the phone - your brother made fun of you for using 2,183 minutes in a month - you finally say something. I feel small. You don’t mention the other stuff, like how He’s less affectionate and takes His socks off on your couch even though He has athlete’s foot. He’s not happy, you knew He wouldn’t be, and you wish He were here to see the look on your face.

Hey, He says a few minutes after making up. You’re about to go to bed. I just hope you know how much I really appreciate and enjoy talking to you. I mean, you know you’re my favorite person. You blink, because you didn’t know that. As of late, you have been under the impression He doesn’t like you, He just likes having you around. You’re His only support system after all, the only person He talks to. Frankly, you’re a convenience. 

I can’t have these conversations with anyone else. I know what I think, but you make me work for it. You think of your third date, when He spanked you so hard your ass was bruised for days. That was when He taught you what posturing was, and called you Daddy’s Little Slut before he walked out the door. You’d never been so wet in your life. 

Your mom asks if she can meet Him a few days later. She’s going to be in town next month. No, you tell her. But I love you. That’s why you can’t meet Him, you don’t tell her. 

Good choice, because He breaks up with you and walks it back over the course of two weeks. You were devastated, crying as the nurse gave you your shots and trying to play it off like you’re afraid of needles. She sees the tattoos on your arms. She doesn’t say anything. You reconcile with Him seven days later, and He tells you his ex wife didn’t fight for him the way you are. You think of how you haven’t been kissed in a month.

It’s different after this, of course. There’s less of an obligation, you say. Less commitment. He even turned off read receipts. You're not sure if that or the fact you noticed is worse.

Yeah, He tells you. It doesn’t have to be such a big deal though. 

It is to me, you think. You have different opinions on this matter. He thinks it’s inconsequential  that the behavior keeping the two of you close has started to wane. He’s in love with you after all, and the love hasn’t. Of course, He won’t admit or say He’s in love with you, but you know, and He knows you know, which should be enough.

You’ve always been greedy - it’s not enough. But at least you don’t love Him back.

[heartbreakslow]

Da$h watch, 2x01-2x03

tl;dr: "There's all these other parts of you and your life that I still don't understand, but I want to"

2x01. Cash is in jail on the phone to Darren. Darren's updating Cash on everything they're doing; Cash has at least been complaining to them about other guys he's in jail with. But we see Jayden come up behind Cash and ask “that your loverboy?” (Darren: “who’s that?” Cash: “no one”)

Sasha tells Darren off for “dating an accused rapist,” they say “Cash didn’t do anything” but then immediately ask Harper “am I a bad person for staying with Cash” and if Harper thinks he should have done more (really yikes to make Harper reassure you here, Darren!).

Amerie and Quinni are kinda brushing off how dangerous Chook is while Darren seems to be very aware of it. At Chook’s house Darren notices Cash’s tag. When Chook comes home Darren is the only one who looks extremely upset/on the verge of tears and is terrified when left alone with him. Chook tells them they don’t know “Cash’s world” or who he really is, and that he was in on kidnapping Harper. He makes them repeat “I don’t know shit” which they do, crying.

2x02. Darren can’t get over what Chook said, and isn’t visiting Cash or answering his calls. They tell Amerie: “if he did it, we’re done; if he didn’t do it and I accuse him, we may as well be done.” But Nan confronts them so they go to see Cash.

Cash is happy to see them, but asks where they've been. Darren has to admit they've had doubts/questions about the whole situation. Cash says he already told them everything. First Darren says, "There are so many parts of you and your life that I still don’t understand, but I want to” which is like the smoothest possible way of putting it, but that doesn’t work, and Cash quickly gets that they’re wondering if he was in on it. As predicted, Cash views the question as a dealbreaker and leaves.

Darren says “we haven’t really known each other that long in the scheme of things” and thinks the relationship is over. Nan tells Darren the duck story as a way of demonstrating the type of person Cash is—“for all his fuckups, that boy can’t stand the idea of another living creature suffering.” (Despite how Cash is described as “little” in the story, I’m thinking he’s at least 8, if not even a preteen, because of the later reveal that Chook was in his life before Nan.) Also, Nan suspects Cash’s uncle cooks meth, but doesn’t think much of it.

Darren takes that in, looks wistfully at their little hot dog tattoo, and comes to pick up Cash from jail. (But both Nan and Darren look nervous that Cash won’t choose them.)

2x03. The two of them are made up, with Darren staying at Cash’s house indefinitely to avoid their mom/stepdad while their dad is away on a “self funded self published” book tour. (Cash clearly knows all about this, referencing Darren’s stepdad by name.) Darren brings up what happened, but only to apologize for doubting Cash—“I’m sorry…it was a moment of pure insanity.” Neither of them goes into the details.

This episode is interesting because we follow Cash’s POV a lot and he consistently doesn’t tell Darren about anything that’s going on with him.

Woodsy has said he’s not allowed back at school, so he goes and asks her to reconsider. She says no, he’s disappointed but immediately accepts it and is very polite. He comes home, clearly is upset/frustrated with no one awake to see him, but then switches gears into looking sappy when he looks at Darren sleeping in his bed.

Darren asks where he was since he’s wearing sneakers in bed (gross!), Cash says he just wanted to bring Darren coffee, Darren believes him. Darren sees getting kicked out of school as fun/“so much free time.”

Nan comes in and suggests Cash ask Woodsy to reconsider. Cash pretends he didn’t already do that and that this is his choice: “you couldn’t pay me to go back, it’s bloody embarrassing I was still there.” Darren looks a little taken aback by this.

Alone at home, Cash considers changing his hair/wardrobe. Chook is calling him over and over. It’s too overwhelming so Cash takes mdma and has an adorable trip to small town boy by bronski beat, which is about a gay boy leaving his homophobic family while bottling up his feelings...homophobic "family" huh? Hmm...

Darren calls him and Cash says he’s doing “life admin stuff.” Meanwhile, Darren really wants to share their goss but only restrains themself out of respect for Malakai’s privacy. So Darren basically called to be like, there’s something I can’t tell you but I wish I could!

Chook comes over and yells for Cash through his bedroom window while Cash hides. Maybe because of this, Cash goes to wait for Darren to finish their shift.

Cash is uncharacteristically open and honest with Harper, although Harper gets put in yet another yikes reassurance-seeking conversation but this time she calls it out. She asks when he’s coming back to school; he checks to make sure Darren’s not around and says “don’t tell Darren but I already asked woodsy and she said no.”

He seems to accept being kicked out of school as what he deserves; maybe this is why he’s not telling people who he thinks would advocate for him? ? I’m not sure he would have told Harper if he’d known she would try to help him.

He actually tells Harper a bit about how he’s feeling: “one minute you’re about to graduate high school, the next you’re just another dropkick.”

Chook comes over the next day and attacks Cash. Woodsy intervenes—note Chook’s repulsion at being called by his wallet name. Cash shows up back at school and Darren is thrilled, but Cash pointedly gives no explanation of why/how.

Thoughts so far: yeah I think my read of the ship arc is pretty on track actually!

Darren ended s1 by taking this big leap, putting themself out there to be with Cash. Now they're having doubts about this decision, especially as they feel like they don't know a lot about him.

Meanwhile, Cash is just...Like That. It wasn't as noticeable in s1 because he wasn't in a relationship with Darren. But by 2x03, the two of them are shacked up, Darren is telling Cash every little thing that happens in their life, Cash is clearly very in love with and committed to Darren. But he just doesn't tell them anything.

Also, Cash sometimes hides behind being romantic. Oh, I just got you coffee! I just wanted to hang out with you at work! Nothing to see here!

Cash also hides behind taking care of Nan but that's sort of another post.

Point one: it's completely understandable to the viewer how Cash can be a very kind, gentle person who ended up in these morally ambiguous situations. He was just a kid and he not only was groomed by Chook, but at one point, he may have actually needed Chook for protection.

Point two: Cash is just Like That, whether it's the result of adverse childhood experiences, being in foster care, eshay culture, etc. He doesn't confide in people and he doesn't reach out for help.

What is tragic about the story is the combination of these two points. Darren is going to struggle to trust/understand Cash as long as Cash doesn't give them any context for why Cash was involved with Chook. But Cash isn't going to give them any context, because he's Like That, and he's so used to being Like That that he doesn't even recognize it as a problem. And the fact that Cash hides makes him look like he has something to hide. Chook can easily take advantage of that to break up the relationship and bring Cash back under his control.

Also, I think that Harper sort of intuitively gets Cash (due to being somewhat Like That herself). I really like them as friends.

[allaboutlov3]

Soooo, as promised I’m gonna give you a little glimpse of what I have produced so far. I honestly don’t know if any of you care or think this is interesting enough. But it thought I’d let you decide for yourselves. Jegulus is not the main ship but I kinda felt like starting with them nonetheless. Oh and English is not my first language sooo yeah, there’s that. Hope you’re having fun!

The Seekers Tale - A ballard of fury and agony (working title)

That following night was hard. James kept dreaming about flashes of green lights, screams of his loved ones. He stood in a field covered with bodies. Friends, foes, some people he’d never know. His body was frozen with agony and the feeling of powerlessness. He was just a guy. Just one person. He couldn’t love enough or work hard enough for his favorite people to stop dying. He wasn’t strong enough to safe them. They would all die. Nothing was left in this broken world. These were his last moments. So he looked around the few familiar faces and shouted: “I love you. I love you all. I’ll never stop loving you and we will see each other again some day.” Tears fell from his eyes while he desperately tried to defend himself and those around him. “JAMES!”, the voice seemed to be in his head. Someone shook his body roughly. “JAMES!” Whoever it was he sounded as panicked as James felt. “I can’t. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Not enough.” He mumbled trying to turn around and finding the source of the voice. He needed another strong shake before he finally opened his eyes. Regulus sat next to him. His big grey eyes were filled with sorrow and despair. “James”, he croaked, voice broken. And then he flung himself around James as if he tried to shield him from the entire world. His strong arms surrounded James almost completely. “You’re okay. You’re enough, You’re okay. I got you. You’re with me. I got you” James wasn’t sure if he tried to convince him or if he was muttering those words to himself. Meanwhile James had started to shake uncontrollably. He let out a sigh. Regulus stopped muttering but rubbed his back in circles reassuringly. James took his left hand and intertwined their fingers. He caught a glimpse of Regulus tattoo. Although faded the remaining scar of the dark mark still looked haunting. Regulus caught James watching it and tilted his head slightly. “I was…”, James started but couldn’t bring himself to say more. Regulus understood. Of course he did. He was there that day. He saw what happened. Saw James nearly dying. For him it would always be one of his worst days. He thought he might lose the love of his life. Alas it was the day he switched sides. Whatever happened that day, all the horrors James had to see and endure they were ultimately the reason for Regulus to come back to right side. Come back to him. They made him finally understand. James would never be thankful for what happened that day, but for everything that followed. Without it his life would look quite different. Well, actually it'd look like nothing ‘cause he’d be dead. Regulus saved his life that day. He started crying quietly (or maybe he was crying the entire time?). They stayed that way for what felt like an eternity until James was able to compose himself.

[justananxiousnight]

Until we meet again

I wasn’t waiting for his call. Absolutely not.

I was just as busy as always.

I had important things to do, while I wasn’t waiting for his call.

I had to clean my oven.

I made a mess cooking the peanut butter crumble and the cinnamon rolls. Those recipes came up to my mind and I wasn’t able to shake them off so I just started baking without thinking too much. I could probably gave them to my neighbours. They were always so sweet and caring with me.

A flash back of an interview rang to my ears. It seemed so long ago while in reality just few months had passed.

Suddenly the smell of peanut butter and cinnamon was too much to bear and I had to run to the window, searching for some air.

Bloody memories! It was too soon to face them.

I didn’t know what to tell him. I couldn’t trust myself and I was still too hurt. I knew I was at fault too but I wasn’t ready to grant forgiveness yet. Not to him. Not to myself. We made a big mess of things and I was trying to pick up all the pieces…

I reached for my phone.

He picked up almost immediately.

“Hey… It’s me…”

“Yeah… I know… I was just about to call you”

“Sorry if I…”

“Let me guess… You don’t want to see me”

He sounds so sad, almost defeated and I would do anything to ease him but…

“Just… not now. It’s just… I need a bit of time”

The silence was so heavy and my breathing was so fast.

“Ok. I… I understand. And it’s enough for now… But… Can I call you and text you again… please? I was miserable this past month, fuck, I am still miserable. I miss you so damn much…”

He was about to cry. And I was too.

“Ok… let’s… keep in touch, for now... I wish I was not but the truth is I miss you too… Just, let’s be honest with each other. No lying, no secrets… I’ll do my part as well, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” He tried to lighting up the mood but the seriousness of our conversations was hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“Pinky promise!” I needed to ending the call even if I was drowning in each sounds coming from him. He was tattooed between my heart and my skin and that was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

“Newts… I need to finish some stuff…”

“Oh, of course… So… Bye Nic”

“Bye”

I hung up and released a big sigh, my shoulders somewhat lighter and my heart a bit happier. He was such an important part of my life. I remembered the final part of an Irish blessing “And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”

[ladymay1861]

One Shot Story

(i might add more to this but probably not, i also did not proofread so sorry about that)

dark academia

secret society

riddles

some love interest tension

you and your academic rival are paired together to look into old secret societies throughout your college’s history for the schools newspaper. for some reason whenever you think you find a lead, he denies you to investigate over and over again.

one night, you find yourself in the library after most people have left. you start seeing weird symbols on the spines of these old books no one bothers to check out and instead of calling your rival, you decide to look into it yourself. you realize these embossed symbols look exactly some of the symbols you found on the schools statues that you discovered earlier that month, the same symbols your rival told you aren’t worth looking into. reaching for your laptop, you try to google what these symbols could possibly mean, but come up empty. you know you’re on to something and decide draw these symbols out in your notebook. some of the edges line up. quickly you piece them together, running on nothing but adrenaline. when pieced together at just the right angle you finally see the schools crest. except right in the middle of the shield, where’s there’s supposed to be a sword, you find a raven.

a raven that you’ve seen before. black swirling lines that mirrors the raven tattooed on your rivals neck. and finally you understand, he has been purposefully derailing the investigation because it isn’t some old secret society that doesn’t exists anymore, it still thrives behind everyone’s back. and your rival knows this, sending you on wild goose hunts this entire time, coming up empty handed.

after learning this, you scour the statues again for any hit of the raven hidden within the schools crest. it’s early in the morning at this rate, with only the clouded moon and the foggy lanterns to guide your way. you reach the fountain with a statue of a woman crying, her tears being real water. you pull out your flash light, searching over every crack and crevice on the fountain, then you see it. now that you know what you’re looking for it shines as bright a beacon. on the woman’s neck is the same image your rival has. you step into the fountain, not caring about your wet sneakers, and step up to the woman.

once you reach her you see the words “what was here first, and will be here last” inscribed on her pedestal. “the dark” you mutter without even meaning to and the woman stops crying. as her tears dry, you find the crest with the raven on one of her cheeks. you touch it and a chill comes over you. someone is watching from the shadows, but you don’t care anymore. you just want to get to the bottom of this. you find that the crest is actually a button and you press it, reveling steps under the fountain well.

down the winding steps you go, trying not to fall, and follow a hallway at the bottom. darkness shrouds the room, only being able to tell because your footsteps echo louder. suddenly, torches are becoming lit against the walls and in the middle of the room are 6 hooded figures. “i told you she’d figure it out before sunrise, pay up” says a voice you find irritating and smooth at the same time. you restrain yourself from wanting to curb stomp his face in, only for the fact you’re intrigued. One of the other figures groans and slaps money into the others hand. you stand there, shock evident on your face, as the men start paying each other like this is a simple bet on a sports team. “well? care to explain asshole?” you finally say. one by one the men start removing their hoods and you find your rival smirking at you. “you just won me $50 love” he says like that tells you everything you need to know.

not wanting to look at his annoyingly handsome face anymore you start glancing around the room. bookcases from ceiling to floor, six of them. they are all separated by a portrait, except for the middle. you start walking towards them, the men not stopping you, and you read the names underneath each painting. the portraits you notice are oil paintings of the same men watching you now. the writing underneath each one is different, the keeper, the writer, the seeker. skipping over the middle, you go to the others. the lighter, the reaper, the fighter.

going back to the middle space you see that a painting was there once, but has been taken down. the inscription is still there, the eternal.

“where’s this painting” you ask. The men don’t say anything but guide you to the pure center of the room. once you’re there, your rival leans down and says “don’t move” in your ear. you obey and watch as they move around the room, forming a perfect circle with you in the center. then they speak as one. “what lies behind the stars? what blinds a man, yet a blind man can see? what was here first, and will be here last? the darkness, everlasting and eternal.” all at once the torches go out, you gasp. you look up towards the ceiling. tiny stones begin to shine, dimly at first but then become almost blinding. at the center of the ceiling, right above you, is a mirror. you only see yourself, the stones glow lighting your face.

“do you accept to be our darkness, to be our eternal” the men say now moving around you, circling like sharks. “you have been chosen, yet you have to chose now.”

they stop moving, and you have stopped thinking. your mind not comprehending what’s happening, but your soul understands. “i have been chosen, and i have chose. i accept to be your darkness, to be your eternal”

the stones stop glowing. silence and darkness envelops the room. you hear birds singing in the distance far above ground. the torches come to life and you see the men coming towards you with arms wide open. you let them hug you, embracing their warmth. for the first time since coming to college, you feel truly at home, safe and secure.

“i told you she’d accept, pay up” says one of them. you all start laughing. you sneak a glance at your rival, because this is the first time you’ve heard his genuine laughter and it makes you want to hear it again. he catches you looking at him and winks.

a sudden yawn bursts out of you. “awe our little darkness is tired” one of them says. “it’s been a long freaking night trying to figure this damn thing out” you say with a pout. someone sweeps you into their arms as another pulls a lever disguised as a book to reveal another room. this room is modern looking with couches, a bed, desks, a tv and a small kitchen. “huh not so medieval after all” you say. they laugh and the one carrying you puts you on the bed.

“sleep tight little raven, your training starts tomorrow” and with that you knock out cold dreaming of six handsome men wrapped in darkness.

[fanfics4all]

Valentine’s Day Requests are OPEN!!

Send requests now! PLEASE SAY WHICH LIST YOU WANT FROM AND THE NUMBER!! YOU CAN 100% MIX AND MATCH FROM LISTS!! ❤️💋 Or you can send in your own Valentine’s Day prompts! 

Fluffy Prompts:

"After that, you’re lucky I still love you.”

“I don’t even know you, why should I say yes?”

“That better not be a pity rose. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it."

“I want to marry you.”

“I can be me around you.”

“You’re bringing out a different kind of me.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make everyday worth living.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“That might be the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

“I’m allergic to chocolate. And roses.” 

“So, let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s party?” 

“I’m spending Valentine’s Day alone. Moping and watching romantic stuff on Netflix, it’s all I need!” 

“He/She didn’t get me anything for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Ugh! Everything’s always pink and red on Valentine’s Day!” 

“He/She dumped me on Valentine’s Day!” 

“I know you don’t like chocolates so, I have enough conversation hearts to last us at least three months.” 

“If you don’t hurry up and ask him/her out, I will.” 

Soulmate Prompts: 

Each others’ first words to one another

A timer for when they shall first meet

Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.

Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well 

Meet soulmate in dreams every night (Can’t say your name and you see them as a shadow)

Your soulmate leaves colored footprints only visible to you

Compass that leads you to where your soulmate is.

Can’t see color until you meet your soulmate.

Can only see the color of your soulmate’s eyes.

Can only see your soulmate’s favorite color.

If you dye your hair your soulmate’s changes too. 

You and your soulmate have identical tattoos. 

You and your soulmate have each half of a tattoo. 

You only have the first letter of your soulmate’s name on your wrist. 

Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes color depending on the mood of your soulmate.

You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts. (Can’t tell each other your name, where you live, ect.)

Your soulmate’s first words to you are on your arm.

It’s impossible to lie to your soulmate. 

When your soulmate cries, you cry.

When you lose something your soulmate gets it. 

The date you meet your soulmate is written on your body. 

Smut Prompts:

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” 

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“Don’t give me that look.” 

“You’re more than just a one night stand.” 

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” 

“You want me to give you your phone back? Make me.” 

“Like what you see?” 

“Try and stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” 

“Stop teasing me so much…” 

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.” 

“First one to make a noise loses.” 

“We can’t do that here!” 

“What did you just say to me?” 

“If you can’t sleep… then how about we have sex?”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” 

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… You’re mine!” 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forgot you ever met that asshole.” 

“I love it when you moan my name.” 

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” 

“No panties?” 

“If you want to cum, then you better start begging.” 

“Bite me.” “If you insist.” 

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you are.” 

“Don’t give me that look.” 

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” 

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” 

“Oh Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

“There’s no way anyone is that innocent.” 

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 

“Want help with that?” 

“Are these handcuffs?” 

“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” 

“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me.” 

“I bought some new toys, wanna try some?”

[time-was-over]

(Surface)

4 17 29

(Sunlight Zone)

8 20 24

(Twilight Zone)

4 5 8 27 29 30

(Midnight Zone)

13 15 19 20 21 22 23 29

(Abyss)

1 2 3 12 27

(Trench)

3 7 13 14 18 24 30

Unsure if it was an ask game or not but I'm asking anyways. Answer each question for the character(s) you'd have most fun with their answer for, feel free to skip numbers or add ones if there's any you really want to say that I didn't put :)

*cracks knuckes* let’s go. i’m doing this with the agents because i have a more solid understanding of their personalities than my other splat ocs

surface

4: i’ll answer this one with sigma (agent 4). her species of squid (bobtail squid) is nocturnal but she functions diurnally

17: iota (agent 8) is really good with hardware for electronics (especially computers). if you have a virus he’ll hit your computer with a hammer and it’ll work fine. he’ll explain what he did in excruciating detail if you ask.

29: iota absolutely cries easily. he cries when he drops his ice cream scoop on the ground. he would cry the hardest if he was all alone and didn’t know where anyone was.

sunlight zone

8: epsilon (cap) cannot cook. like. at all. they have a tragic lack of vegetables in their life because of this and orders food from fast food restaurants all of the time.

20: sigma has LOTS of friends. not a lot of deep-bond friends, though. if you asked her, she’d probably say something like “idk man. like at least 12.” she only tends to make surface level friends because she doesn’t really think too hard about friendships. she’s independent.

24: psi (new agent three) HATES talking. like he does sometimes, but he finds it way more interesting when someone else is talking. she is also socially inept.

twilight zone

4: HOH BOY. epsilon isn’t quick to anger, but when they do get pissed, uh. don’t expect to not get decked when they see you. with petty opinions nothing really comes to mind except for like. hating the french jellyfish because he’s an asshole

5: psi has scopophobia. it hates being perceived at all actually

8: sigma has a tattoo of a steelhead on her forearm because her partner is a steelhead that moved to splatsville because it got bored. she looks at it whenever she’s sad. bonus: her partner has a squid tattoo on its right fin

27: epsilon has a shit ton of piercings. they went to a place to get them done once and got their ears pierced. they went back a week later. they got them because an old woman had a lot of body mods and they were like ‘what if i was a cool old person. with piercings’

29: oh my god okay. so epsilon talks really slowly and uses filler words a lot. so they’ll be like ‘and so ummmmmmmmmmmmm. you should uhhhhhhh.’ for the entire conversation. sigma talks really, really fast and really really loudly. she wants to hold your attention for as long as possible. she also breaks eye contact all of the time and will walk in circles when excited or agitated. iota is mute but when he uses sign he’ll accidentally sign words twice. psi will not make eye contact at all and litters his speech with swear words, even when around young children.

30: all of them do. most common to least common:

psi, sigma, epsilon, iota

midnight zone

13: psi defaults to flight. as much as she’d like to pretend she’s tough, her brain automates to running away from difficult situations, which also catalyzes a lot of problems she has.

15: epsilon loves writing. they will write constantly. they keep a little notepad in their pocket with lines of dialogue they come up with suddenly. they have an extensive vocabulary and are pretty eloquent (except for the fact that they go ‘uhhhhhhhjhhhhhh’ every two seconds)

19: so all of them have pretty good vision except for iota, and even then, his vision is moderately bad. he can’t read well on a whiteboard from 20ft away, but honestly, who can?

20: iota just. cries. he worries about everything, but he isn’t completely helpless. he does what he can to stop stressing and goes out of his way to get rid of the stressor.

21: epsilon used to not be able to, but they’ve started to get into poems. they help a lot with relaxing

22: i feel like iota would have splatoon geocities as his only form of social media. he would have an incredibly elaborate theme and 500 blinkies

23: sigma likes cheese puffs or even just cheese. yum. she keeps processed cheese in her locker inside of a cooler so she can eat it in between matches

29: psi would use the dab for The Funny

abyss

1: epsilon steals things from makomart sometimes.

2: if tearing armies apart counts then yes for all of them. they were just kinda like ‘please have respawn machines bro’

3: sigma has a ton of scars because most of what she does is salmon run. she gets bit by chums and cohocks. the few exceptions are from her running into doors.

12: psi did that when he was younger, but he’s trying not to. she still does it in small ways, but nothing major, and she tries to apologize afterwards

27: boring answer, but no. psi probably used to believe in whatever religion is most commonplace but stopped

trench

3: (cw: sigma sees her mom dead) when sigma was 6, her mother died from cardiac arrest. it was jarring. her father was especially heartbroken and became extremely depressed. he began to neglect his kids because of this. the memory that stands out to her is walking into her parents’ room and seeing her mother slumped over in her chair. she thought she was asleep and didn’t say anything until her dad walked into the room and saw her. at first, she blamed herself for that, but she received counseling.

7: epsilon struggles with balancing work and life. they work themself to exhaustion and have no time for hobbies. iota has to make them stay home when they’re sick.

13: sigma is enigmatic. nobody really knows what’s going on with her. it’s not really because she doesn’t let people in, it’s just that nobody really asks. the few people that she’s told everything about herself to are her girlfriend and marie.

14: to psi, love at first sight is a fairy tale concept that doesn’t have any place in real life relationships. in his mind, you can’t really love someone in a romantic way until you really know them and you’re willing to give everything to them. she’s also never had a partner, so take every she says with a grain of salt.

18: iota loves watching pet videos. they make him laugh a lot and it relaxes him. it’s very easy to make him nervous so if he pulls out his phone and starts watching videos, it’s because he got scared.

24: no but i do have a couple non agent ocs who have

30: sigma got her arm bit off by a maws once when she couldn’t get out of the way in time. she walked off of the helicopter and stood in front the mr grizz statue before he said ‘Holy shit.’

[acourtofquestions]

Welcome to me being an irresponsible insomniac (& making future me hate past me for this😂 because I need to read at least one chapter a day with these cliffhangers😅 & I have no introvert time these days I NEED THIS NOT SLEEP😂) and thanks to my normal annotation sources still down you get a spam post! (I really don’t expect anyone to read these but it’s kinda fun for future fangirl me to have history of “what I thought” in my first read or “when I read it” etc.)

SO, EoS (spoiler warning for anything below the “more bar of safety” ;-) Chapter 55: updates to come as I read!

— The fact Lorcan’s biggest fear is how much it would hurt Elide to see her Queen destroyed says A LOT

— Okay so Fenrys and Gavriel were able to resist the order from a distance (good to know)

— interesting that she’s calm, not firey, not icy rage

— eight against five hundred (I MEAN COME ON)

— When Fenrys first said “divide it up” I totally thought he was braiding his hair😂

— the way Rowan knew she’d suggest the key before she did, and the way he (unfortunately) meant it he would die before letting her do that to herself… but also what does he think happens with the lock (that he’ll allow?) … I just don’t trust anything to do with these mystery items

— “You don’t give me orders.”— gasps oh no she didn’t oh yes she did

— At first I thought Aedion was riling her up to stir the fire and give her more power or something, and now I conquer with Arlin’s “assessment (or should I say sass meant)” he’s just being an ass & I don’t get it. Sure she “had a choice” but also “yeah, she didn’t” (and also it wouldn’t have been the right move anyways) and my gods can she do anything right by all of you? — like Aedion I love you, I know you love Aelin, and you have a right to be angry (she should tell you more, yes, you do know wars, but ALSO) do you not see what she knows? What she carries? What she’s stuck in and going through too? THIS IS NOT THE TIME (ur dad was right Aedion😂) and WHY IS EVERYONE SO HARD ON HER? — I feel like fandoms & series pick this one thing or one character & tear them apart so much more & I don’t understand it with her right now (reminds me of Nesta or Chaol or any of the many) and just Brannon’s dam warning.

— okay a little better teamwork, we’ll take it

— the ding dang lockboxed key🤦‍♀️

— Her taking a moment to hold Lysandra’s hand🥹 (hey this time they are braiding there hair😂… but wait why would she if she’s a shape shifter???) ps Aedion this was Lysandra’s idea so don’t go blaming Aelin AGAIN — another genius gal pal plan for the win!

— guess Rowan took the “my lady” request to heart😂 also this is making me lean towards the Scottish accent theory

— “don’t miss this time” “asshole” — couldn’t have said it better myself

— you know it’s bad when Manon Blackbeak isn’t the Apex predator😅😅

— thank you manorian but also HEY! listen to Aelin NO KILLING DORIANS PLEASE (at least Chaol would be proud😅😂 SHE TRIED)

— well there’s a load of lines in her prep for war monologue

— “the list of horrible/wonderful things Aelin says to Rowan”😂😂😂

— “horrible miserable Lorcan” she said with appreciation?🤣 (honestly though their… dare I say friendship? Idk) has been cracking me up

— “Remember who you are. Every step of the way down, and every step of the way back. Remember who you are. And that you're mine.” — gonna go cry again — HE TURNED THE MARKS INTO TATTOO SCARS — “That he was hers, just as she was his.” — he waited on the sandbank like a puppy🥺

— That Court moment of finally realizing she is their queen and they all belong to each-other like one big happy about to fight 500 demons in the middle of Shrek’s swamp family (reminds me of Feyre & Cassian fight when she gets back from Spring Court; a scene I actually love with their friendship/family/Court/ you matter message!)

— that explains the distraction and magic issue… I really do think it has no end for better or worse…😬

— “For the deeper she went into her power, the more her body, her mind, squeezed under the pressure of it. That was the burnout--when that pressure won, when the magic was drained too fast or too greedily, when it was spent and still the bearer tried to claw deeper than it should.” — a good way to explain the magic burnout

— “The true might of Aelin Fire-Bringer. Not an ember less.” — she claimin titles, LETS GOOOOO

— “So Aelin abandoned every trapping of civilization, of conscience and rules and humanity, and plummeted into her fire. She flew for that flaming abyss, only distantly aware of the humidity lying thick on her skin, of the pressure building in her head. She'd shoot straight down--and push off the bottom, bringing all that power with her to the surface. The drag would be enormous. And it would be the test, the true test, of control and strength. Easy--so easy to spear into the heart of fire and ash. The hard part was bringing it up; that was when the cracking would occur. Deeper and deeper, Aelin shot into her power. Through distant, mortal eyes, she noted the ilken sweeping closer. A mercy--if they had once been human, perhaps obliterating them would be a mercy.” — well that all sounds dangerous on many levels

— The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart... — the way Fireheart is the last one the one identity she holds closest😭 also all these names just THIS scene

— “She burned through each title, even as she became them, became what those foreign ambassadors had hissed when they reported on a child-queen's growing, unstable power in Terrasen. A promise that had been whispered into the blackness.” — THIS is what I’ve been talking about RECLAIM IT

— THE INFERNO WENT ON AND ON

— so many ash references… how interesting

[chobit92]

House Of Wax: Homecoming Part Five

Warning: Smut.

10 HOURS EARLIER

 (Mara is in the basement workshop of the wax museum. She is staring down at the drawing of herself. She then looks up at the others. There are several drawings of her along with a child’s crayon drawing of a cottage with a blonde haired girl and black haired boy standing outside it.).

Mara: I don’t believe it.

(She hears footsteps behind her and turns and sees a tall man with long black hair. He is wearing a mask made out of wax and a grubby apron. She stares at him and her mouth drops open. She puts the drawing on the desk and takes a step towards him. He suddenly pulls out a knife.).

Mara: Vinnie?

(He tilts his head staring at her.).

Mara: Oh my God I can’t believe this. I had no idea you’d still be here.

(He steps towards her and she raises her arms as if to hug him. He stops and tilts his head again staring at her bracelet.).

Mara: Vinnie I’m so sorry.

(She leans against the table and sighs.).

Mara: You’re angry aren’t you?

(He stares at her then reaches out and touches her bracelet. It’s a piece of string with small hand carved love hearts on it. They have all been hand painted a different colour.).

Mara: I still have it. I’ve never taken it off except to shower.

(She lets out a shaky laugh.).

Mara: You made it for me. For my fifteenth birthday.

(He runs his fingers over the bracelet then narrows his eye at her.).

Mara: You are angry aren’t you? You have to understand I never wanted to leave. And I’ve never stopped thinking about you.

(He doesn’t look convinced.).

Mara: I’ve always wondered what you were up to. Where you were. Have you been here this whole time?

(He stares at her then he nods.).

Mara: Oh Vinnie. I’m sorry. After my mom died and Mrs Nixon took me in I thought...I thought we could still see each other but then...They closed the sugar mill. A hundred people out of work and then the town just...More and more people started to leave. I thought I could stay but...Mrs Nixon’s husband walked out and left and she wanted to leave too. You remember? I told you then why I had to go.

(His eye is still narrowed and she notices that he has tightened his grip on the knife.).

Mara: I didn’t want to leave you. That last day I couldn’t stop crying. We took one last walk together to our favourite spot do you remember?

(He nods.).

Mara: I couldn’t stay here I had no money and no job. I didn’t know how I could do it. I was only nineteen. We were some of the last few left in the town by then. Everyone else was gone. I thought your parents would move away with you too. I knew I had to say goodbye so I did. But I didn’t want to. I figured that you would move on.

(She sighs.).

Mara: Mrs Nixon passed away a few months ago. We’d been living in Montana. It’s quite nice actually. Quiet, beautiful scenery. But...I don’t know. I left. It’s never really felt like home. I didn’t really know where I was going. Mrs Nixon left me her money and the house so I bought an RV and packed my stuff up. Hit the road. Then I thought I’d stop in here. Just take a look at the old place again you know? I had no idea I’d actually see anyone much less people I grew up with. I see Lester earlier. I don’t think he recognised me though.

(She looks up at him.).

Mara: So...You’re still into your art then?

(He nods. She smiles.).

Mara: I always loved your drawings. They were so good. I remember the first time you drew me. You made me look so beautiful.

(She now has tears in her eyes.).

Mara: So...I take it there hasn’t been anyone else?

(He frowns at her. Then lets out a grunt before storming across the room. He sits down at the desk and fiddles with the knife. She slowly walks over to him.).

Mara: I take that as a no. There hasn’t been anyone else for me either.

(She sighs.).

Mara: Maybe we could have dinner. Tonight. Catch up properly and see where things go.

(He looks up at her.).

Mara: I really am sorry.

(She lifts her top up and he stares at her. He then notices a tattoo on her left hip. The name Vincent is written there. It looks just like his signature.).

Mara: I took your signature from that drawing you did of me for my eighteenth birthday. Got it done in Missoula few years after I left.

(He reaches out and runs his fingers over it. She places her hand over his and gazes down at him.).

Mara: I love you.

(He freezes and looks down. She pulls away from him.).

Mara: I’m sorry. Sorry. I shouldn’t have-

(He has suddenly shot out of his chair and grabbed her. She gasps and stands there staring up at him.).

Mara: Do you still...

(She looks down. She can hear him breathing. He puts the knife down on the desk. A tear rolls down her cheek.).

Mara: Vinnie?

(He suddenly lifts her up making her let out a surprised gasp. He dumps her down on the large table in the center of the room. The nose of his wax mask is touching hers. She wraps her arms around his neck.).

Mara: You still feel the same too. Don’t you?

(She sounds almost hopeful. He looks down then slowly takes his mask off. He places it on the table and looks at her. She gazes up at him.).

Mara: Vinnie.

(She runs her fingers over the scarred part of his face then kisses him. He kisses her back. Then his hands are all over her body, caressing her every curve. He then suddenly grabs her top and tears at it ripping it. She runs her hands through his hair. He then slides her top upwards and she pulls away from him and pulls it over her head. She then reaches out and unties his apron. He takes it off then kisses her again. His kisses are sloppy but hard and asserting. She remembers him being very shy and awkward. He’s changed and Mara wonders how much.).

Mara: I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.

(She tugs at his sweater and he yanks it off. She stares at his bare chest and runs her fingers over his skin. She then places several kisses on his chest. His breathing has gotten much heavier and his hands grip her hips pulling her towards him. She yanks at his trousers and tugs them down. He kisses her and she undoes her jeans.).

Mara: Why have you still got your trousers on?

(He stares at her. She smiles.).

Mara: It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this.

(His eye narrows.).

Mara: There hasn’t been anyone else.

(He looks suspicious.).

Mara: There hasn’t.

(She slides off of the table and unzips her boots before taking them off. She then takes off her jeans. He stares at her. She grabs his trousers again and tugs them down further. He isn’t wearing any pants and she smiles.).

Mara: No boxers?

(She kisses him again.).

Mara: Boots off.

(He doesn’t move. He just stares at her.).

Mara: What’s wrong?

(She sighs.).

Mara: You don’t want to do this do you? Of course you don’t. I leave breaking both of our hearts then turn up years later out of the blue and expect to pick up exactly where we left off.

(She lets out a small laugh and turns away from him. He grabs her arm. She stares up at him then points to the bed in the corner. She smiles and walks over to it. She sits down and watches as he takes off his boots then his trousers.).

Mara: Just as handsome as I remember.

(He makes a scoffing sound as he walks over. She stands up and wraps her arms around him.).

Mara: Don’t be like that. You know I’ve always fancied you. Then and now.

(She kisses him and he unclips her bra. His hands then caress her breasts with such gentleness it makes her smile.).

Mara: I remember you always liked my boobs. And my thighs. I used to love how you caressed my body. Guess you’re still good with your hands huh?

(He looks down at her. He suddenly lifts her up again and dumps her down on the bed. He then yanks her knickers off and climbs on top of her. He looms over her, his hair hanging around his face and tickling her chest. She reaches up and runs her hands through it.).

Mara: Your hair has gotten so long. I like it.

(She wraps her arms around him and kisses him. She can feel him pressing against her and she lifts her hips.).

Mara: Vinnie.

(He looks down at her then shoves himself inside her taking her by surprise.).

Mara: Okay.

(She giggles. He starts to move hard and fast.).

Mara: You really have changed.

(He looks down at her and frowns.).

Mara: You used to be shy and awkward. Like...You’d never take control like this. I mean I’m not complaining but...What happened to slow sweet Vinnie?

(He is still frowning. She runs her hand down his back and squeezes his backside. He lets out a small breath then kisses her. She kisses him back and grabs a fistful of his hair. He lets out a strangled grunt and rests his forehead against hers. She kisses him again then she lets out a moan.).

Mara: Um.

(He lets out a loud breath and she moans again. He then shudders and his mouth drops open. Another loud breath escapes him then he goes still. She sighs and kisses his forehead.).

Mara: Um.

(He moves and lies down next to her. She rolls over and slides her hand over his chest kissing his shoulder.).

Mara: I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.

(He just lies there silent as always.).

Mara: It’s like fate us meeting like this again after all these years. What are the odds that we would find each other again? I never thought we would. I hoped for it but...

(She props herself up on her elbow and looks down at him.).

Mara: You know I haven’t really made any plans. I don’t really know where I’m going or what I’m gonna do when I get there. I could...Stay here if you want. We could catch up.

(He looks up at her.).

Mara: I could cook us dinner tonight.

(She kisses his cheek and runs her fingers through the little amount of chest hair he has. He swallows hard.).

Mara: Would you like that, dinner?

(He nods.).

Mara: Does that mean you want me to stay?

(He nods. She smiles then kisses him. She gets up and walks around the room naked. Vincent sits up and watches her.).

Mara: You not got anything to drink down here?

(She turns and walks back over to him. He is now sat on the edge of the bed staring at her. She smiles and slides onto his lap kissing him.).

Mara: I’ve got some nice wine in my RV. We could have it with dinner later.

(She kisses him again then rests her forehead on his.).

Mara: I can’t believe we’ve found each other again.

(His hands slide over her hips. She wraps her arms around him and runs her fingers over his back. He is hard again and she giggles.).

Mara: Look at this, you want me again?

(He grunts and kisses her. She lowers herself onto him taking him inside her. His mouth drops open and his eye closes. She runs her fingers over the scarred half of his face before kissing him and sliding her hand into his hair. She starts to move and lets out a moan. He suddenly surprises her again when he starts kissing her neck.).

Mara: Um.

(She quickens the pace kissing him. It isn’t long before they both reach climax for a second time. They are both breathing heavily and she kisses him before resting her forehead on his.).

Mara: Damn.

(She kisses him again then gets up. She gets dressed and he stands up grabbing her wrists.).

Mara: What? I’m not leaving.

(He shakes his head. She smiles.).

Mara: What do you wanna do? We could go for a walk.

(He shakes his head again and gets dressed before walking over to his desk. He picks up a small half finished model and she watches as he starts to work on it again. She then smiles and slides onto his lap before wrapping her hands around his. They sit there together for a couple of hours before she gets up. He looks up at her and she smiles at him.).

Mara: Well I’m gonna leave you to your work. I’ll see you later for dinner. Let’s say around eight?

(He nods. She smiles and kisses his cheek before leaving.).

[oxydiane]

sns is so fucking unhinged and nobody will ever be them i’m sorry. you start the series and it’s like oh haha look at these goofy angsty rivals! they hate each other! then sasuke dies for naruto thirty chapters in giving up his dream of revenge and naruto goes batshit insane. now you’re like ah they’re friends i guess that’s cute! and sasuke is trying to kill naruto because he’s the most important person in his life which is . ok and it becomes the driving force of everything or something. sasuke leaves and naruto dedicates the rest of his life to bringing him back and you’re still a casual fan so ur like he’s doing it for the promise right? then orochimaru says sasuke is his and naruto goes batshit insane feral homicidal (again) and after that sasuke reappears and they have ??? like five different panels dedicated to them staring at each other??? and he jumps off a mountain and hugs naruto for some reasons just to whisper some gay shit in his ear kishimoto frankly needs to be jailed drawing this and keep that best friend nonsense going. anyways. you have sasuke become a convicted terrorist to which the normal people response is “ok we need to hunt him down” and when naruto learns they’re gonna hunt him down he starts screaming crying throwing up he has a panic attack he can’t breathe he’s falling in the snow he gets on his knees and begs them to spare his BFF. after having a meltdown over the thought of sasuke dying what may possibly be the natural coping mechanism any stable person would adapt? of course realising that if sasuke dies he can die too. so he sees sasuke again and after he attempts murdering sakura twice and expresses the intent to murder kakashi he’s like. i will bear the burden of your hatred and die with you hehe and if we both die you won’t be an uchiha and i won’t be the jinchuuriki to the nine tails and we’ll be able to understand each other better in a different lifetime! WE’LL MEET AGAIN IN THE AFTERLIFE BECAUSE NOT EVEN DEATH CAN DO US PART! and sasuke (just as insane as him) doesn’t even flinch he’s like what the fuck is wrong with you but then ok let’s fuckingggf die together on my god i will kill your first anyways . then they find out they are soulmates and get cute matching tattoos on their hands and decide to fight to the death once more because sasuke is back on his i will shoulder all the hatred of the world alone and i need to kill you because i love you more than anyone else in the world actually you’re the only person i love so you need to DIE and naruto is like I WILL NOT LET YOU SHOULDER THAT HATRED ALONE I WILL FREE YOU FROM THE PAIN and they fight and despite all the whatever weapons used in the war it’s a fuckinggg fistfight in which just as sasuke is about to inflict what he thinks is the last blow says “farewell… my one and only…………………. (very long pause to accentuate how heteronormative this next word is gonna be) FRIEND” and fucking stops using his sharingan because not even then he can record the image of naruto dying especially by his hand but naruto STOPS HIM LIKE A f cHAMP and they end up blowing each other’s arms off (rip the matchies) and as they’re bleeding to the fucking death sasuke is like you’re the only person that has never tried to severe their ties with me why do you go so far for me and naruto from the depths of comphet hell is like because you’re my FRIEND and sasuke being absolutely done with this bullshit is like ok what the fuck does that mean to you then and this is where it gets even gayer and relatable because naruto is like i don’t KNOW i just know that when you hurt i hurt and i just can’t take it and isn’t that the most gay experience thing ever? naruto knows what it feels like to have friends but what he feels for sasuke is so bone deep and unconventional that he cannot make sense of it and can only describe the pain it brings. after that sasuke CRIES LIKE THEYVE GOT ME SOOO FUCKED UP but you know what got me even more fucked up?

naruto waking up bloodied and battered and half alive with one arm missing but still wondering if that was heaven because sasuke was next to him. sasuke looking so happy and peaceful when saying “i lost” as a stark contrast to him looking and feeling like half of his body was being torn apart when he “won” against naruto in vote1 and left him. the bitterness of victory vs the sweetness of losing if you will. AND HIM COMPARING WHAT HE FEELS FOR NARUTO TO PRAYING MY GODD. did i forget to mention that then we learn that Ohhh it was never a stupid shallow rivalry as we all thought! they have actually been watching each other from afar since they were little freshly traumatised children and have longed to hold each other’s hands since then! what was it sasukeeee you felt warm and fuzzy when you saw naruto to thought of it as a weakness? these two are so astronomically hopelessly desperately obsessed in love with each other it’s ridiculous i’ve had ENOUGH free me from this mental prison