#i was gonna make a crying face emoticon

[bookwyrminspiration]

actually I’ve decided it is NOT fine I will be bleaching the red side again to make it not red I cannot be Christmas colored I simply can’t do that I will genuinely cry and I’m not joking

[voxisdaddy]

Love Me, Please

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor/Lucifer/Adam/Husk/Angel/Vox/Valentino/Tom Trench/Saint Peter

Type: Scenarios/Comfort

C/TW: Swearing, blood, reader written with fem parts in mind (bc this bout periods, duh)

In which you miss your boyfriend/cling to your boyfriend and are being emotional about it. Basically—period emotions.

This is more for me bc it’s that time of the month and I desperately want some comfort lol | also Angel’s I left up to either be platonic or romantic

Alastor

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He was at yet another unremarkable overlord meeting when he felt something pulling on him. Back at the hotel, you laid on your bed wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, eyes tiredly watching your shadow pulling on one of Alastor’s shadows-which he left to keep an eye on you. Alastor’s grin turned to one of amusement—oh how needy you are when it’s that time of the month for you. The meeting finally came to a close and instead of making his way back to the hotel with a lovely stroll, he disappears in his shadows. Not before bidding a friendly farewell with his dear friend, Rosie. He materializes in the center of your room with a shit eating grin as he twirls his microphone around.

“I was hardly apart from you for more than an hour, my dear.”

Lucifer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer had errands he couldn’t postpone today and so he made you promise to text him when you miss him and he’ll make his way right back in a jiffy! The bedroom door only closed behind him when he got a text from you. An ‘I miss you’ along with a sad face emoticon. He burst the door open, tears welling up in his eyes, as he crawled back into bed with you to hold you close. You honestly thought he was more emotional than you at the moment.

“My poor ducky! I’m sowwy!”

Adam

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam has been around for ages so I like to think he knows a bit about menstruation. On top of that, he has an army of baddies he likes spending time with-usually training but that's still time spent with them regardless. However he's definitely still rough around the edges since usually with his girls, he uses that to egg them on into being tougher fighters either physically or emotionally. If you're a person who's quick to be a grump or a crying mess then uhhh...just know he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time. He tries though, despite how annoying and tiresome it is. Especially since you make him feel oh so special with how you seem to demand his attention and his attention only. Right now you lay on his chest, looking on at the items set on the coffee table with a glint of amusement.

"Babe-you said pads with wings! I got that! I even made sure the chicken wings came with the good sauce."

Husk

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Husk is very vigilant so he's quickly able to come to the conclusion that you're on your period before even you realize it. It was just after he finished closing up the bar and returned to your room for a late nights rest when he smelt it. He might technically be an old man, but he's a respectful one and has been around for quite some time. He knows that small. Despite knowing you might be embarrassed to find out that he can smell it, he figured you'd be more grateful that he woke you up so you can deal with it before you wake up feeling all gross and annoyed in the morning. Plus it was worth it to almost immediately get a hug from you after being apart for a few extra hours than he liked.

"Come on. Don't wanna ruin your new pajama's now, do you baby doll?

Angel Dust

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man was out on a much needed night out with his long time bestie, Cherri Bomb. You of course coming as his plus one that his bestie always welcomed like the supportive girly she is. He couldn't quite enjoy himself as much this time around though as he sat at in a corner booth with you hunched over your drink. You're hand gripping one of his hands as if you're afraid he's gonna leave. Despite how awkward he felt trying to comfort you, he did his best and allowed himself to be as sympathetic as much as he could.

"Toot's-if you wanna leave it's okay! You know I'll stick with ya! No need to make ya headache worse than it already is!"

Vox

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox still holds certain belief's and mindsets he had from his time in the 1950's. Part of that meaning him being 'grossed out' by your period and beliefs in woman faking or over exaggerating their monthly disturbances. He learned to keep his opinions to himself though, due to previous encounters with Velvette, and found it easier to just well, cater to your needs. They were easy enough for the most part. Food and beverage cravings? He's got ya covered. Cramps and aches? You're in luck because this man is basically one large heating pad. Which quickly became a downside for him because then you wanted him all the time. Didn't matter if he was working or not. He tried to put his foot down once but it only made you emotional so uhhh-

"Honey, I'll only be gone for one hour. As soon as the meeting ends, I'll lay my head on your stomach, okay?"

Valentino

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino can only smirk to himself when he finds out it's now your time of the month. Which isn't hard to figure out since he woke up to you latched onto him like a koala this morning. A puff of red smoke invades your senses as a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a third hand coming to play with the top of your head. Valentino, spending years working with woman and people who endure this bloody cycle, knows a few...remedy's. He has his favourite solutions, obviously. Only if you're down. The last time he tried being more...persuasive with his advances to you during these times, it didn't go well-to put it lightly.

"Mi cariño~A good fucking helps with this time of the month, you kno-" ... "Or we could share some snacks. Kitty!"

Tom Trench

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For this man I pray you are not a bitch on your period. Poor guy already has to deal with his co-star Katie Killjoy everyday. Whatever you deal with on your period though, just know your man is there and keeps your needy ass close. Such as right now, as you sit in an oversized fuzzy hoodie on Tom's couch, watching him and Katie host the latest news live. You glance down at your phone with Tom's messages open. You want to text him but you knew it wouldn't reach him anyways-they had to keep their devices on silent while they hosted. As soon as they were finished with their shift of the day however, Tom rushed to his dressing room to find you staring at the door with open arms.

"The interns told me you were waiting for me."

Saint Peter

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man would never admit it out loud, and if he did he would word it very carefully, but he loves it when its your time of the month. I mean he feels bad for you obviously; dealing with an inconvenience once a month even in your afterlife does not sound like any sort of blessing, but he's clingy and affectionate himself. And you clinging to him just as much? Oh it's like he's died and went to Heaven-again! Currently he lays on the couch with you in his arms, you both engulfing each other in a snuggly cuddle. He periodically checks the time-as much as he loves this he's still got a job to do. He voices this but quickly finds himself soothing you.

"I'm only going to work, sweetheart! P-please don't cry!"

This was supposed to be reader missing them but some of them became not exactly that and I’m sorry lol

I’ve had this in my drafts for a month, felt about right to finally post it. I’m also ashamed to admit, it took me way too long trynna figure out what to write for Tom’s dialogue. I love him but if I don’t know him as well as I thought 😭

[someprettyname]

Karasu brainrot way too real I'm basically an introverted version of him

Anyway so I showed my mom (we stan my mom okay she's one awesome woman) some manga panels and fanart of Karasu, NOT ONLY DID SHE SAY I HAVE GOOD TASTE BUT ALSO PROCEEDED TO SAY HIS SMIRK LOOKS LIKE THE FACE I MAKE WHEN I'M MENTALLY UP TO NO GOOD.

MOM. WHY.

my intp ass does a lot of weird shit i can't blame her

Anyway she likes Kaiser's design too :3

Also I need to get this hc out of my head to calm myself so here it is I headcanon Karasu to casually give you those back hugs that makes you feel protected yk cause it feels like he's shielding you from the world? Yeah he'd give those like it's nothing doesn't even think about it

Also it's canon that he's an analyst, right? I also hc him to be extremely perceptive about some stuff but dense about others not me projecting onto him bye

So yeah that's about it for now :3 (I rediscovered this emoticon thanks to you and Soleil)

What are your thoughts on Kaiser? (I'm ready to hear more)

OMG SHE DID? WE DEFINITELY STAN YOUR MOM IN HERE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Oh my god. 😏😏😏😏 Ishasu so real>>>> (or are we calling this karish?)

I know right? Kaiser"s design is pretty unique in an eye pleasing way teehee

Ah. Man. You're both so cute 🥺🥺 (kaiser does that too but it's more of "hello. I'm pouty gimme attention. " Or "your neck so cuddly (why does this sound wierd? Anyways.) "

About karasu? Analyst? I don't really know man. I haven't paid much attention to his character yet so I can't say for sure. But if it's about Kaiser then at this point I'm sure he's ENTJ. I had doubts about him being ENTP in the past but now with the backstory I'm completely sure he's ENTJ. This dude has so much Te I'm gonna cry 😭 his Fe is blind. Non existent. So yep. Do we want a whole ass explanation on why?

[betweenthings2]

ok i just got up to the cafe scene in my totally coherent (lies) rant about this fic and DELETED IT im fucking FUMING. they should allow drafts for asks. but we move. and i will rewrite it but BETTER. OK LETS GO

Now, Matty’s in halfway in his lap and they’re looking through listings their estate agent has sent them.

in his lap 😭😭 that's so cute im gonna cry i love this. its so simple but makes me feel like 🌟 that

Matty is quiet for another few moments, then, very quietly, he says, “I think I could have died there. Either he’d push me far enough that I killed myself, or I’d overdose on accident, or he’d get violent enough.” Matty pauses, then, “In the moment, that’s not what I thought, but in retrospect, I think I could have. I think he could have, if I’d stayed. I think I would have let him.”

:( "I think I would have let him" :( this is Heartbreaking and i need to die. it's just so. weak and i cannot DEAL WITH THIS. my cat just gave me an odd look for the noise i made at this. lord. "or he'd get violent enough" :(((

Matty shakes his head. “Not now. Not yet. Maybe never. I don’t want you to hear about that, I don’t think. I don’t want you to feel like you didn’t do enough in the moment, either. You’ve done more than enough. You did all you could. I wouldn’t have let you do more.”

😭 I 😭 WOULDNT 😭 HAVE 😭 LET 😭 YOU 😭 DO 😭 MORE 😭 OHMYGOD. im gonna sob this is so :(((((( genuinely need this entire thing tattooed on my back or something

Matty’s crying, George realizes, and begging, saying, “Please, please, please, just stop it,” over and over, but he’s resigned himself to George’s hold, any fight he had gone.

i feel like a sad face emoticon. :( <- me. reading this puts like a pit in my stomach and its so beautiful i can feel my heart clenching inside my chest

Matty recoils and cries harder, begging, “Don’t touch me. Please. I don’t want it. Please don’t.”

i need a gun . im telling my therapist about this .

And then Matty tugs the blankets back up to his chin and makes a pointed effort to go back to sleep, so that’s the end of the conversation.

kind of obsessed w the implication that matty has to do this because his words werent enough for squilliam william bitchilliam...what if i cry. and also i just love it

Sometimes, George will have dreams where he loses Matty, dreams where Matty didn’t leave the man who hurt him, dreams where Matty never went to rehab, dreams where Matty overdosed in a back alley of an unfamiliar city. George never goes back to sleep after those dreams, just stays awake and watches Matty sleep, reminding himself that whatever his brain dreamed up isn’t real.

currently sad facing. oh my god. :(((( love how u get the idea that mental illness also affects the people near u and not just urself without it being Mean. im. gonna cry. i love this so much its making me unwell

The Prada store is quiet and sleek when George walks in and a sales associate is quick to greet him. He explains that he has an item on hold and the associate is quick to walk him over to the counter and pull a sleek box from behind it. She carefully opens it up to revel the chain necklace George had seen online, then, when he assures her that he’s happy with it, she wraps it back up and sends him on his way.

CHAIN NECKLACE MENTIONED!!!!!!!!!!!! CHAIN NECKLACE MY BELOVED AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. this is so cute though pls a necklace!!! im so :')))

“I’ve got George,” Matty says, like it’s an answer to every question Denise could think to ask.

this paragraph is making me feel things that humans should not be allowed to feel. HES GOT GEORGE 😭😭😭 AND ITS THE ANSWER TO EVERY QUESTION HELLO this is romance and its going to make me explode

At some point, George drifts off, too and he wakes to Matty in the throes of another nightmare. There’s no flailing or thrashing around this time, just whimpers and begging, and he’s clinging to George’s t-shirt like it’s a lifeline. George doesn’t know what to do. He knows that you shouldn’t wake someone up when they’re having a nightmare, but that means he has to stay here and watch Matty suffer, stay here and listen to Matty whimper and beg like he’s being tortured. Maybe he is, in his head.

☹️. SAD FACE. genuinely this is so wonderful (in a sad way) i need you in the history books. the fact hes just accepted it ☹️ SAD FACE AGAIN

“You can’t. You can’t undo it. You can’t undo what he did to me. You can’t fix it. You can’t help.”

im about to be on international news...i am going to DIE. you cant undo what he did to me NO BUT I CAN STILL BUY A GUN. william when i catch u william... the rage in my soul... i need to watch carpet cleaning videos to calm down

George is silent for a moment. He’s not entirely sure what to say or how to respond to all the concerning things Matty’s just said. What comes out when he opens his mouth is, “Do you, I, you, kill yourself? Matty, fuck, Matty, do you wanna kill yourself?”

the stress in his words Oh My GOD. the way you write is so like. i can pick the words off the page and feel them im about to explode and die george NO

“It was drugs in exchange for sex no matter how you shape it, and I did that,” Matty interrupts. “I let that happen. Part of me thought that was a fair trade. All I wanted was to be high. And sure, I said no and that I didn’t want it, but I could have fought harder and the times I was so high I couldn’t do anything are my fault because he didn’t force me to use, I made that choice. That’s all on me. I could have done something, and I didn’t because I wanted a fucking supplier.”

pay for my therapy. oh my god. i genuinely cannot deal with this at all im going to cry how can you put so much SADNESS into like 30 words ?!?!

“I know what it was, George. Don’t say it. I can’t take hearing you say it.”

im going to cry so much that all of europe will be submerged in saltwater for millions of years. oh my fucking god i need DEATH i feel SICK

George wants to cry, wants to slump down to the floor right there in the hallway of this house that doesn’t even feel like home anymore because Matty has been so miserable in it and sob. He doesn’t. All George does is head back downstairs and slump down onto the couch. He needs someone to talk to, but it’s all about Matty and he’s pretty sure the only person who knows more about what how Matty’s doing is Matty. He doesn’t do anything, just lights a cigarette and blows smoke towards the ceiling. He misses Matty, he thinks. God, he misses Matty.

!!! again with how mental illness also affects people around u !!! IM SICK. theyre both so sad i just need them to hug for three hours and make everything all okay for the rest of time

Maybe, George thinks, he should text Adam. Matty told Adam about the sex that wasn’t really sex, but they can’t use the other word, the big, scary, horrible word for it because Matty won’t use it and if Matty won’t use it, George won’t either. It Matty told Adam that, then maybe Adam’s the person to talk to.

i am going to vomit and die. the way the tone is like?? childish almost?! and how that just makes it hurt more ?!?!?!? I AM GOING TO DIE. adam is always the person to speak to though. adam is the best

“I know that’s what you’re worried about. That’s what you’re always going to be worried about, what everyone is always going to be worried about, and I know if I say I just wanna sleep then I’m right back where I started, but fuck, I just wanna sleep.”

this is so sad and i love him so much and i need him to be HAPPY oh my god . he's just :((((((((( so pained :((((((( george pls just hug him and use ur george powers to make everything Good

“Maybe you should talk to someone, too,” Matty says quietly. “It might help. Same way you think it’ll help me.”

“We’re not talking about me,” George says. “We’re talking about you.”

Matty shrugs. “I’m just saying. Don’t spend all your energy trying to make me feel better so things end up shit for you.”

the noise i just made is something...so far from human. they love each other so much and matty can see hes hurting and george can see it but wont accept it and im just going to cry

“He’s still himself,” George protests. “He’s still Matty, still only sleeps on the right side of the bed, still likes his tea ridiculously sweet, still laughs at his own stupid jokes, still tries to have three different conversations at once. He’s still brilliant.”

where are the tissues. i need tissues. screaming crying throwing up as though ive just received the news that my wife of 70 years has died. oH MY GOD pls im genuinely sick george loves him so much and hes just :(:((:(:((:(:((:((:((:(

Adam nods. “You’ve always been a little bit protective of him, which seemed a little bit silly most of the time, but I think that maybe he needs that now, so it’s good that he’s got you.” He pauses again, then continues, “I don’t think I’d know what to do. I could be there for him, I have been, and I will be, but I don’t think I’d know what to do. I’ve never known what to do when he cries, but you always do.” There’s another pause, then, “You’re doin’ good, is all.”

😭 HES 😭 DOING 😭 GOOD 😭 im going to die. i looove how u write their dynamic SOSOSO MUCH like it just seems so natural and open and HQJDKWUSJKSO <- me

Matty’s quiet for a moment, then says, “I just wanna be normal.”

:((((( he just wants to be normal :((((((( this is doing damage to me im making the minecraft zombie taking damage noise currently . hes so sad i just want him to be HAPPY. see no i say i want him to be happy but repeatedly read fics that make him borderline suicidal. masochism

Matty gives a tiny nod. “It does,” he says. “’s a good reminder.”

“Then I’ll keep saying it,” George promises. “I love you.”

THEN ILL KEEP SAYING IT 😭😭😭😭😭 IM GOING TO CRY MY EYES OUT. theyre so sweet and soft and 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️ i just love them so much and i love how you write them especially because !!! its AMAZING

After a few minutes, Matty comes out of the bathroom, curls tamed, but still looking a little bit like he’s just rolled out of bed. George can’t help but find it endearing, but he doesn’t anything. Matty doesn’t either, just gets dressed and heads downstairs, so George follows.

im getting this engraved into granite and putting it as my headstone. sobbing i love them

“I spend a lot of time thinkin’ about you,” George tries.

PUTTING THIS ON MY HEADSTONE TOO HELLO STOP THIS. i love them and their relationship and im not prepared for them to have difficult conversations again Nooooooooo (yeessssssssssss)

“I know you’re gonna do great,” George counters. The light for the crosswalk changes and he adds, “C’mon. Lemme buy you coffee and tell you you’re pretty.”

BUY U A COFFEE AND TELL U UR PRETTY 😭😭😭😭😭 this is gonna put me in my grave im so. mattys so vulnerable and george is just happy (debatable) to be there and im obsessed with it and their dynamic. LORD

George can’t help but chuckle and smile at Matty, all of his love and care obvious, and says, “You are pretty. You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever had in my bed, prettiest person I’ve ever gotten to make breakfast for, prettiest person I’ve ever been ridiculously in love with.”

hey so im not okay. theyre too cute my heart is about to burst out of my chest i CANT TAKE THIS

“You’re supposed to have a reaction to that,” Matty says quietly. “You’re supposed to have something to say.”

IM SAD AGAIN. STOP. actually no dont stop ever at all. IM SO 😭😭😭 matthew pls no i need him to feel only joy and love and peace and never be sad ever again ☹️☹️☹️

“Thanks,” Matty says quietly. He takes a drink of his coffee, then adds, “She thinks you’re good for me.”

:((((((( george is good for him :(((((( george is just good for everyone i think. an angel boy. im going to sob

Even though it’s an echo of Matty’s sentiment the day before—George can’t believe that conversation on the patio was just yesterday—but it doesn’t hurt any less to hear. All George can do is try, “You are you, Matty. You’re still the person I love, still the only person I’ve ever been ridiculously in love with. You’re still someone I recognize and know. I know you ‘cause you’re still you. I’ll always know you. You’re still my Matty.”

"MY MATTY" ☹️☹️☹️ my heart is going to pop out of my chest and explode into green glitter and when it falls down onto the floor it will say I LOVE THE BIG LIGHT SERIES BY AO3 AND TUMBLR USER BETWEENTHINGS2 and then i will explode into rainbow glitter and it will put sparkles around it. can you tell im normal about this fic

Matty agrees, and allows George to urge him to his feet and out of the café, but once they get outside, he stops and fixes George with a skeptical look, asking, “What do you mean you having something for me?”

George stops too and says, “If you’d keep walking, you’ll see.” When Matty doesn’t move, he adds, “It’s ten minutes home. You’ve anticipated much more for much longer.”

I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE EVERYTHING the way u write them. i will say this again and again. is amazing. pls. it's just so !!! and sweet and nice and even when theyre sad it's like it's got a haze of Love over it. im gonna die

“You’re adorable,” George says, coming to stand in front of Matty.

Matty offers a cheeky smile and says, “I know.”

And, god, that’s Matty. That’s George’s Matty.

HE KNOOOWSSSSS 😭😭😭 im gonna BAWL im so. thats georges matty !!!!!!!!!!! they are two parts of a whole and im going to Explode over it

Matty takes a deep breath, the kind a deep breath a person takes when they’re trying very hard to keep their emotions in check, the kind of deep breath Matty takes when he’s trying not to cry, and says, “’m good, G. ‘s good, really good.”

i feel like an exclamation mark. hes so happy and im :((((((( obsessed with them im gonna explode

Carefully, almost reverently, George drapes the chain around Matty’s neck and fastens the clasp. Before he can think twice about it, he leans forward and presses a very gentle kiss to the back of Matty’s neck, just about the clasp of the necklace.

i need to be put down because i am EMOTIONAL and this is going to make me cry plsplspls i love i love i love. reverently !!! kissing the back of his neck !!! i am !!! !!! !!!

this is a masterpiece and i REALLY hope u know it because u are amazing and everything u write is like an actual. gift from god or something like its sososo beautiful and wonderful and amazing and AAAAAHHHHH. my chest is tight and ive read this like 6 times in the past 3 days. enjoy ur day and Plsplspls know that u are amazing 🙂‍↕🫶🫶🫶

First of all, thank you so, so much!! Second of all, you're right--Tumblr really should let you draft asks. There are a lot of things Tumblr should let you do, though.

They're moving in together!! They're buying a house together!! They get to have a fresh start in a place that's theirs that was never a host to all the pain and misery and guilt! It's going to be so good for them!

Things are not so good for them. Poor fictional!Matty is struggling so much and hindsight and sobriety are not helping, and if he has very little self-esteem with fictional!George, he had, like, negative self-esteem with fuckin' William and he absolutely would have let himself be pushed too far. =(

I wouldn't have let you do more =(!!!!!!!!!! <- that's how I feel about that and I wrote it. Fictional!George wants to have done more, he wishes he'd have followed fictional!Matty inside and not let him be alone that first night he came home, wishes he'd have noticed sooner and done more to get fictional!Matty out, and fictional!Matty knows that, but there's no way he would have let fictional!George do anything more than he did. Fictional!George knows that, too, but he hates it. Everyone is sad, as they so often are in my fics.

The whole entire nightmare scene is just so. I just wrote this scene for the fictional!Matty!POV version of this fic and it is, dare I say, possibly even sadder. Also, tell your therapist I made you sad before you buy a gun. Maybe don't buy a gun at all, actually.

Fictional!George has nightmares, too, and they're all about losing fictional!Matty =( =( I know I keep saying it, but he loves fictional!Matty so, so much and they're maybe a little bit (maybe a lot) codependent to the point that all their hurt is shared and fictional!Matty's mental illness never has and never will be just his own, which is somehow both wonderfully poetic and horribly tragic. (I love a good tragedy. Catharsis my beloved.)

Prada chain necklace, Prada chain necklace!! I love her! I also love gift giving as an expression of love so much, and not in a materialistic, 'I love things' kind of way, but in a 'I'm always with you' kind of way. Also, a kind of possessive way. <- who said that? Not me, I'm normal.

He has fictional!George!!! It's the answer to every 'are you ok?', every 'will you be alright?', every 'do you need anything?' He's always had fictional!George, and always will, even if he's afraid he won't. There's so much love and trust in three words and fictional!George is going to think about it forever probably. We'll see if I remember this when I write the next part.

You need me in history books?!?!?!?!? (I did want to be a historian for a long time.) Oh my god. Thank you so much is not enough!! Oh my god. Also, poor, sad fictional!George. He can't make fictional!Matty uncomfortable so he can be more comfortable, but that doesn't mean he's not heartbroken.

Fictional!Matty thinks he's irreparably broken and fictional!George doesn't know how to change his mind =( Also, still don't buy a gun. Maybe get like a sword or a cool knife. Those are way better than a gun.

Poor fictional!George is so stressed!! Does fictional!Matty want to kill himself?? He doesn't know what to do with that, not in combination with everything else. I'm so thrilled by your comments on the way I wrote this--I wanted it to feel because what the hell are you supposed to do when your partner says they want to kill themself??? Thank you!!

The mental gymnastics that fictional!Matty is doing to blame himself are honestly impressive. I cannot pay for your therapy, unfortunately. I am an unemployed student. I can (and will), however, write you more fic where maybe someone is eventually happy. The secret to putting a lot of sadness in very few words is, um, commitment? I dunno.

There is, in this fic, particular attention to the language that gets used to discuss things, and part of that is fictional!Matty blaming himself for what happened, but fictional!George's willingness to use that language is partially him not wanting to think about it. If he uses the language that fictional!Matty uses, then he frames it differently in his own head and then it doesn't hurt quite so bad.

Poor fictional!George. That could be the subtitle of the whole The Big Light series: poor fictional!George. He know fictional!Matty, he's been there through everything, seen everything, but somehow it all just gets worse all the time and he misses fictional!Matty so much and he feels awful for that, but he misses hearing seeing fictional!Matty smile or hearing him laugh. He misses fictional!Matty =(

Fictional!George really, really needs a hug (probably from fictional!Matty) and he feels so unequipped to deal with this, but he's all he's got because he can't tell anyone else what fictional!Matty has told him in confidence. And he's an adult and he's dealt with a lot when it comes to fictional!Matty, but it makes him feel so young and lost and he kind of wishes they could be sixteen again so he could do better.

He'll be happy eventually, they both will!! I have a plan, they're just going to be sad first.

Fictional!Matty is trying so hard!! He knows fictional!George better than he knows himself and he knows fictional!George won't actually talk to someone unless he suggests it, even if he has the idea without fictional!Matty saying anything. They're a little bit codependent, but it's all fine. Everything's fine.

I'm sending virtual tissues =) He's still Matty!! He is but he's not and fictional!George doesn't know how to reconcile that, but he's trying. Fictional!Adam might be right here, though, fictional!George just doesn't want him to be.

I'm actually always a little worried I about how I write the relationships beyond fictional!M+G, so I'm so happy that you found it natural--thank you so much!! Fictional!George really needed to hear that he's doing things right, thank god for fictional!Adam.

They're going to be happy eventually!! I promise. Poor fictional!Matty just has a lot of feelings and a lot of shit to deal with first.

They're so in love and fictional!Matty really thinks he's making the person he loves miserable and he hates that idea so much, so fictional!George saying it is a good reminder that the love goes both ways and that they're a team.

There's something very soft and wonderful and intimate about seeing someone when they've just gotten up. I'm also pretty sure that the mark of being really in love with someone with curls is thinking they look good when they've just rolled out of bed. My hair makes me look a little bit like some kind of deranged swamp witch when I've just woken up. If someone thought I looked good then, I'd go buy a ring.

Fictional!George thinks about fictional!Matty all the time!!! There's so much love there and I will not stop!! =)

I keep thinking about all the interviews I've seen/read with Matty where he, at the very least, seems very candid and willing to have a conversation, rather than just answer some questions, and that creates this fear he has in this series about doing press because he doesn't want to talk about it and he doesn't want the whole world to know about this and he's also generally a little bit scared of everything that's not existing at home with fictional!George. Fictional!Matty knows exactly the kinds of questions he'll get asked and he's so afraid he'll wind up in a position where he has to decline to answer questions or give half-answers that are very clearly just that or that he'll accidentally say too much. Fictional!George is just thrilled he got fictional!Matty to leave the house for something non-essential.

Fictional!George loves him so much!!!!! Fictional!Matty is his person and he's going to do everything he can to make sure he knows it.

Fictional!Matty had a reaction to that (he may have argued with his therapist about it), so he expects Fictional!George to have a reaction to it, too.

Fictional!George is so good for him!!! Fictional!George treats him so well and cares for him so deeply that of course he's good for fictional!Matty. How could he not be????

'My Matty'!!!!!!!!!!!!! I, too, feel insane about this. You always say the best things about this series and I can tell you're super normal about it. The normal-est.

There's so much love, even when everything is so sad!! They're trying so hard and they love each other so much!!

There's a line in The Song of Achilles, which is kind of a meh book, about knowing the person you love no matter what that I thought about in writing this in that fictional!George knows fictional!Matty no matter what. He knows fictional!Matty in every mood, every circumstance, no matter what because he loves him. There's a bit in Eurydice that I thought about too, about remembering that you love someone simply because you do. You're right, they are two halves of something bigger than themselves because they love each other and always will.

Fictional!Matty loves it!! He loves the necklace, but more than that, he loves what it represents, that fictional!George loves him and wants him and cares enough to give him a gift and also that fictional!George is almost laying a claim to him.

There's something ridiculously intimate about putting on someone else's necklace that makes me a little bit insane and also fictional!George so wanted to see fictional!Matty wear it for super normal reasons.

Thank you so, so much for the ask and the compliments!!!!! 💚💚💚 I will be thinking about this forever and ever. I have three more fics planned for this series and then it'll be done (unless someone convinces me to write more) and then I'll start the Unsent Project fic. 💚💚

[lipglossanon]

i can’t believe the intro is done already!! ヾ⁠(˶⁠ ⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’˶⁠ ⁠)⁠ﾉﾞ‎the power of the puppy duo is so strong!!

leon’s totally a dogman who thinks he’s some sort of lone wolf and doesn’t need anybody, but his tail’s always thumping whenever he gets to hang out with chris (he’s long stopped teasing him about it, he likes that grumpy old leon is excited to see him)— it makes the reader a little jealous! how could leon wag his tail for anyone else?! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) then she forgets less than two seconds later because leon’s tail is always wagging whenever he’s with her and she doesn’t remember why she was ever jealous (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

leon’s never as forgiving because he has more than three working braincells at any given moment (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) she can have as many friends as she wants, she can do what she wants, but it doesn’t make him happy about it… every time she gets so much of a hint of anyone else’s scent he’s losing his mind. you’re his, silly! ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

one of the first times she came back from a walk smelling like another stupid hybrid (she’d only been playing at the park) leon was all over her, getting rid of that dumb scent and fucking her stupid. who taught you to whore around, huh? did you slut that little pussy out around the shelter before leon’s owner took you in?

soon you’re whimpering and sobbing that you didn’t mean to and you just wanted to make some friends— you’ve never slept with anyone but him— and leon manages to screw his head back on and remember you’re meant to be his baby and he’s being a big old meanie! (˚ ˃̣̣��⌓˂̣̣̥ )

for the first time in his life he’s being a little gentler, kissing away your tears and hiding all of his degrading comments behind praise; besides, you clench on his cock harder when he’s being soft with you. just a silly puppy, aren’t you, hm? it’s alright, leon’s sorry… such a good girl, huh? ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)

STOP. i’m rambling i need to be put in a prison!!! also omg i’m happy you and anon find my emoticons cute! they’re just so expressive! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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🍁 anon, hi!! 👋

Ahhh how cute!!! ☺️ Leon’s tail doesn’t just wag for anyone so she’s jealous when other people bring it out of him but then super cocky when she realizes that he’s always like that around her 🤭

AGSJVL 🫣 Leon has really been working on being less possessive and jealous cause he remembers what it was like to go to the park and meet up with new pups and just have fun.

But it smells like one or two of those little friends have been spending a little too much time with his pup so he’s just going to have to show her that he’s not going to take it lying down 😜

And at first she’s whiny and using her puppy eyes to try and get out of the situation 🥺 and as much as he wants to cave in, Leon scruffs her and scent marks her all over until he can only smell himself

Then once that’s straightened up, he’s pinning her hips down so he can lick into her drippy pussy saying things like “Gonna smell like me here too pup” or “wet little pussy just crying for me to show you who owns her”

And after she cums all over his face once (maybe twice 🤭) he moves her into a mating press and fucks her nice and deep, promising to take care of her— breed her over and over til it’s leaking out of her hole 😵‍💫

[sionisjaune]

🎁 happy holidays!! Could I please have anything inspired by nico + art of doubt? Thank you for being a wonderful mutual this year!

When you feel this light / When you feel this happy / You’re gonna act so bad / You’re gonna act so badly (from love you back, the brocedes to sico anthem)

Thirty seconds after Nico is slamming the door on Lewis, who has just stormed out of his apartment barefoot with his shirt clutched in one hand, Nico’s phone is chiming with a message. 

Am I still invited to the engineering meeting? says Sebastian. 

Fuck off, Nico types. He misses the days when Seb didn’t have his number. He only ever uses it to make bad jokes that Nico isn’t German enough to understand. It’s absolutely intolerable right now, while Lewis’s saliva is still drying on Nico’s collarbones. He throws himself on his sofa with conviction and resists the urge to smash his phone on the coffee table, instead stretching out his sore legs and smothering his face in a pillow. His phone chimes again.

When Nico nudges the pillow off of his face and reaches for his phone, there’s a new message waiting for him, replete with emoticons that kind of look like they’re crying. That’s no way to speak to your fellow countryman, says Seb. Nico can picture the cheeky sparkle in his eyes and the way he would fail to hide a grin if he said it to Nico’s face. 

Since when am I your countryman, Nico sends before he can stop himself. 

After another minute, Seb replies with another emoticon. You get a pass today, the subsequent message reads. Nico tosses his phone at the other end of the sofa and curls into the cushions, exhaling messily. For a moment, there’s just Sebastian’s stupid jokes and annoying terrier-like personality, and then the memory of Lewis walking out the door, the tattoos on his back still shining with sweat, floods back in. 

-

A few weeks later, Nico is pushing himself through a resistance band exercise on the floor of his motorhome when a knock on the door disturbs his carefully wrought solitude. He allows the band to snap back towards his feet and peels himself off the floor. It won’t be Lewis because Lewis is shut in his own motorhome with the dogs, and he hasn’t spoken to Nico since storming out of his bed like a child. There was a rushed handjob in Nico’s driver’s room before quali, but it doesn’t exactly count if Lewis only spat on his hand, jerked Nico off and then left. 

When Nico nudges the door open, Sebastian is squirming on the steps like an excited chihuahua. He sticks out his arm, offering a package of something. 

“Beer?” says Seb. 

“No,” says Nico. He’s aware that his tone is cold, exactly like Lewis said it was before he stormed out. 

“There’s no alcohol,” says Seb, tapping on the front of the box. 

Nico squints, clocks the 0% on the label, and rolls his eyes. “No point,” he says. 

“Can I come in?” says Seb, practically bouncing on his toes. He tries to peer around Nico to look into the motorhome. 

“Why?” says Nico, folding his arms. “You think my motorhome should be open to the public now too?” 

“Just…” says Seb, adjusting his grip on the six-pack of beer. “For company.” 

“Fine,” says Nico, stepping aside. Seb bounces immediately up the steps, slipping past Nico and throwing himself on the sofa. He slides the pack of beer onto the end table while Nico shuts the door. 

“You really should try one of these,” says Seb, lifting a bottle from the package. “They’re very convincing.” 

Nico rolls his eyes again, at a loss. “I’ll save it for after I win tomorrow,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite Seb. It feels a bit like when he was karting, trash talking weird, juvenile boys on uncomfortable pieces of furniture crowded around a box of beer.

“Will you now?” says Sebastian. He pops a bottle from the package anyway and passes it to Nico. 

-

“Nico,” says Lewis, from the other side of Nico’s hotel door. There’s a particular way that Lewis inflects when he says Nico’s name. Nico used to find it charming. He rubs at his temples and mutes the game on the television so that Lewis won’t know he’s back yet. 

“Nico, I know you’re in there,” says Lewis. He pounds on the door another couple of times. “Come on. I just want to talk.” 

Nico digs for his phone, hidden somewhere under the mound of pillows at the headboard. The message from Sebastian says he won’t make it by for another half-hour. Nico sighs, shuts off the game and goes to unlock the door. 

Lewis barges in as soon as the deadbolt is off, plowing through Nico’s designated personal space like it’s his too. That hasn’t been the case for some time, Nico thinks. 

“Did you tell Sebastian my setup?” says Lewis, rounding on Nico. 

“What?” says Nico. “Why would I do that?” 

“Because you’ve been hanging out with him, and…” Lewis pauses, like he hasn’t completely thought it out. “Because you need an edge to beat me.” 

Nico blinks. “I beat you last week,” he says. 

“And I got the one before that,” says Lewis, eyes narrowing. 

“Did you think about how stupid it is to accuse me of leaking your setup to someone with a completely different car?” says Nico. There’s an eerie space quivering between him and Lewis, too close but not touching. Usually Lewis would have pinched him by now, or Nico would have shaken him, or they would both be on the bed under and on top of each other, tongues in the other’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” says Lewis, roughly. He takes a step back. Nico watches him wrestle with his own flawed logic for a moment before his brow crumples. “I was so fucking angry,” he says. 

Nico points at the door. “Get the fuck out,” he says. “We can do this another time.” 

“I’m sorry,” says Lewis, closing in on Nico again. Nico jabs his arm at the door again. When Lewis doesn’t go, Nico sets a palm on his lower back and guides him towards the door. The secret is usually touching Lewis. It works except for when it backfires. 

Lewis watches sulkily while Nico flips open the deadbolt and turns the knob. When the door opens, Seb is waiting there with his usual puppyish bounce, clutching a package of chocolates that Nico won’t eat. Nico's heart accelerates, and Lewis’s head snaps immediately towards him, his eyes darkening. 

“You know, I actually believed you for a second,” Lewis says, employing the bitchiest tone that Nico has ever heard exit his mouth. He shoulders past Sebastian and disappears down the hallway. Nico shakes the look on Lewis's face out of his mind's eye.

Seb shrugs and steps inside, kicking his shoes off, obviously unperturbed. 

“What’s his problem?” says Seb. 

Nico flicks his hair back and shuts the door once more. “If only anyone knew,” he says. 

-

Nico wins again, a nice handful of points to be weighed in exchange for his end-of-year bonus, even though Lewis has already bagged his third championship. Nico watches him walk off the podium like second place doesn’t mean anything to him, and Nico's chest contracts, tight under the sodden fabric of his race suit. He's frozen until Seb bounds over and reanimates him with a splash in the face from a weak stream of champagne. Nico licks it off his lips and chases Sebastian to the barriers to empty the rest of his bottle over his head. Seb laughs with his mouth open, foam running down his tongue, the hot line of his hip pressed to Nico’s thigh where Nico has him pinned. 

Later, under the eye-searing laser lights of the sleaziest, coolest and most expensive club in Sao Paulo, the same hip is pressed against Nico, clothed in a heinous pair of jeans and affecting what might, maybe, be a dance move. After half an hour of clumsy grinding, Sebastian drags Nico over to the bar and orders him a salty, pink confection of a drink. 

“You have horrible taste,” Nico shouts, leaning towards Sebastian. Seb giggles and accepts his drink unselfconsciously when the bartender slides it across the bar top. “What happened to beer?” 

“You didn’t like that either,” Seb retorts, flushing. He nods his chin at the drink, lifting his own to his mouth. There’s some sort of glazed strawberry impaled on a toothpick balanced on the rim. “Try it.” 

Nico takes a sip, swishes it over his tongue and swallows quickly. His tongue feels thick and slimy afterwards, like it does when he eats too much sugar, but he can’t really taste anything. It’s like the lights and the music are dulling his senses, using up all the sensory-processing bandwidth he has available. He leans towards Seb again, his palm over the base of his cocktail glass, the stem sliding between his index and middle finger. He thinks about Lewis, who hasn’t fucked him since he won his third title. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks.

[run2seob]

5 things you like about 5 of your moots?

turned from subtly fangirling to "i'm (not)subtly in love with u and your blog" but thank u for the ask bcs i have an excuse to >:)

@gyuletters

her ability to write a variety of genres without using cliches

her kindness ^^ she's always complimenting accounts and writng the best reblogs

her theme (it's soo pretty) and how well it represents her. star's personality is so sweet and i feel like her theme reflects that

she comes up with the best prompts too! like i'm envious of her brain

how comforting her fics are (and binge worthy~)

@junoswrlld

even before me and juno became close, they were so so kind to me T0T

her ability to pace herself and balance her fics and personal life (i genuinely could not do this like.. admirable, seriously)

her crack ficshehsh they're so good >< she makes chapters leave you with suspense every time

how many memes she finds. it's one of my fav things because how do i wake up to 40 cat and scrimbo memes 😭

how reliable she is!! i can trust her with my fics and spoilers and it's so nice :> she gives motivation and gained my trust so easily :')

@mazeinthemoon

i can't believe i only have to do five?? i need more space to write about how moon writes. the way emotion is captured into her writing is filled with suspense but also comfort? like, in between dialogue, there's those quotes that you replay in your mind over and over again because how could someone think of that?

^^ adding onto this, the way she incorporates figurative language into her text perfectly captures the moment. it's not blatant and keeps the sentence flow which is impressive. as a writer i respect moon even more because even i struggle with that T0T

i've said this for everyone but can you blame me? they're all kind, moon included! she's always answering asks in the kindest way

^^ additionally, the way she types is so cute. and by this i mean kaomojis and emoticons. i love emoji faces so much hehe

best for last ofc~ her fics in general! glitter and the goalie both had me hooked. like essay long notes and annotations. i might reread glitter because of how on the edge it had me and bcs of her recent post.. detective reader activated >:)

@hueningsloverr

RHIA'S ANGST. that's shakespeare's child now, seriously. the way she writes angst is beautiful.. but like beautiful in a way where it feels like a pretty statue of a little girl crying but it's beautiful. beautiful in the way where it hurts but is pretty... makes you cry tears bcs of how well it was written yk?

the way she views things is soo beautiful. like in her reblogs and how she views songs. (could write an essay) when she wrote txt x time in a bottle it fit with the boys perfect and was just so pretty. there's so many quotes i remmeber and trust i'm not forgetting

i'm gonna make these shorter but how many ideas she comes up with. i could never T0T

her themeee

i wished i talk to her more!! i'm always scared to talk to my moots but i love her pseonality i would be so happy to talk to her more but i'm too scared

@huenation

themethemetheme it's so cute

idk if this counts but i was reading their bf beomgyu texts and was listening to hea and read the "oh my god" as the same time as the song said it and can't forget about that 😭

ugh my top 5 comfort fic being soobin meeting yns parents like.. i love this fic so much and ik this isn't recs but they write so well 😭 the moment is always described in the best ways and i can visualize them so well

i don't talk to amor much but i love their posts/txt reblogs ><

and that i wish them happiness. i know a lot of people's posts and writings reflect their emotions, and i just hope they're doing well. everyone has bad times, but it really depends what mindset you approach them with, you know? i just hope they get to smile :)

[maccreadysbaby]

hiii (≧▽≦)/, sorry for bothering you i just aaa, im normally a silent reader type (bc talking to ppl makes me anxious) but smth bout that last chapter got me like akjsdhfakjsflh (im def gonna like regret this later when im overthinking b4 bed lmao)

Σ(°ロ°)I was NOT expecting that to happen at all like the plot twist ajsdfhasljkfa, i was so ready to cry my heart out for that angst T^T </3 (i'm srry but i love angst sm, like. it just hits different ya know?) and omg bentley's call for help,,, when jason's life was in the hands of the joker ajsdfhkjasdhfka

ඞ amongus askjdfhasjf im so srry, the game's ruined the word imposter for me lol u got me imagining scenarios n shii bro (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) bro, jason being the first one to find bentley and trying to save bentley bc no one saved him</3 and he's trying and trying to put pressure on bentley's wounds but blood is still like pouring out, bentley slowly losing conciousness. jason telling bentley to focus on him bc he's not going to die today and he's trying to keep bentley awake (╥﹏╥) telling bentley that help is coming soon, that he's going to be okay, and maybe having a conversation to try and keep bentley awake

brooo i could see like that one meme when batman finds them bentley: was i a good son? bruce: no. bruce: you were the best :,)

and like bentley dying in his arms w a smile on his face because's he's finally found his found family and has people that love him for once in his life bruce losing another son and him feeling like a failure of a father for not protecting bentley :< but i could also see him having like a dilemma w like bentley breaking his one rule: no killing even though that's what saved everyone in the end and like the loss of another son and he doesn't know what to feel (b isn't v good w dealing w his emotions)

aaa and after bentley's death, dick hides his emotions behind a mask, trying to cheer up everyone one (っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っ and like making the atmosphere less sadge :( bc he feels like that's what bentley would have wanted(?) bc he's always looking out for the fam and trying to make things better? srry i suck at explaing aaa

then damien, oh damien, just right after they fixed things between them :( i feel like his griefing process = anger. he's just a little bottle of anger that's filled to the very top and any little thing sets him off. he's angry at himself, he's angry at black and white hair mans, he's angry at like,,, everything ヽ( `д´*)ノ

:( timmy going through like shock, denial(?maybe), anger, depression and goes into a state where he's neglecting his health because he's so focused on avenging bentley's death by trying to find everyone responsible and putting them behind bars

srry for bothering u. gosh, i just. i love ur writing sm, the way u write,,, like it's so, i can practically see the scenes happening in my mind. i reread both books twice while waiting for chap 43 to drop lol

(ﾉ>ω<)ﾉ :｡･::･ﾟ’★,｡･::･ﾟ’☆I hope u have a great day/night! and that both sides of ur pillow r cold, ur charger to work at every single angle, and never ever stub your toe again<3 ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ [hope this didn't sound/look too cringe. i luv emoticons lol >:3]

omg this made me so happy🥹🥹🥹🥹 I can’t even. I love how you talked about the family after Bentley’s death💔

thank you so much for your love and support it means the absolute world, also don’t be afraid to talk to me haha! I’m about as scary as a marshmallow lmao

[jakes3resin]

Trying to find an accurate crying meme to explain how this hurt me. Just come back online to see what's up, and @getinthefuckingjaeger sends me this with a heart emoticon?!

I'm fine I'm so so so fine because why wouldn't I be fine reading Bubbles' POV watching Bucky breakdown after losing his soulmate knowing that Harry is going to be in Bucky's place in a few days, the same place Bubbles' was before Harry, Dougie, and Ev came back to life and walked through the door to resurrect Bubbles' heart.

Comparing Bucky to a sequoia? Your mind! As soon as I saw that, I thought 'if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?' And Bubbles forcing himself to watch because he's aware that this is killing Bucky as it had killed him. Harry being unable to watch, but the reader knowing that he's going to go through the same grief soon.

Bubbles detailing what will surely be Harry's own actions in the years to come like some kind of Cassandra foreseeing the fall of Troy. Baby boy that's gonna be your man after he loses you I'm so sorry.

The last bit?? THE LAST PRETTY FACE?! Poetic, cinematic, amazing, showstopping, heartbreaking, all of the above. I need 3-5 business days to recover.

Nina wants us dead y'all just dead from the grief with a '<3' on the gravestone.

I can't recommend this enough everyone needs to read this

“We’re not gonna be like them, Joe.” Harry’s fierce tone catches Joe off guard. "We're gonna make it."

(Joe, Harry, and Major Egan's grief)

“Harry, look.” Joe presses his chin into Harry’s hair, careful not to dislodge his best friend’s head from its rest on Joe’s shoulder. “Over there.”

He glances down and over thick, messy dark curls to watch Harry squint in the pre-dawn light. They’re perched on one of the many observation towers on base - far away enough from the heart of the operations and closer to where the ground crew park the forts under repair. Joe waits as Harry scan the tarmac for a second. The hitch in his breath tells Joe that he’s seen it.

Joe drops his head on Harry’s, the two of them lone observers of a single jeep making its way down the tarmac until it turned and parked by one of the forts on the hardstand.

The signature white of Major Egan’s sheepskin is the only bright spot in the blue light of twilight. The figure sits straight as a ramrod as the engines die down and the headlights fade to nothing. Joe and Harry breathe in tandem, eyes focused on Egan as he sits there with an empty passenger seat, staring at nothing. 

Joe counts down the seconds by the ticking of his wristwatch, each passing of the needle like the countdown of a bomb.

He counts to the sixth minute and the time bomb explodes with a small gasp that Joe does not need to be there to hear. Idly, he thinks of trees falling in forests.

Watching John Egan fall, Joe thinks, is like watching a giant sequoia being felled by explosives. It is heartbreaking, terrifying, and it sparks a kind of anger in his heart at the destruction of something so timeless and seemingly indestructible. 

It’s intrusive and personal, but the thought of something so immutable breaking down without a witness feels blasphemous. So Joe sits there, wrapped around Harry with his head bowed and he makes himself watch. He forces himself to witness the destruction of John Egan as he slumps over the steering wheel, his broad back curved and defeated, but still breathing.

How soon does a felled tree know it is dead?

“I wish I saw what happened.” Harry whispers, voice hollow. Joe feels the way Harry’s arm tightens around his waist and he turns to bury his face into dark curls, no longer have the appetite to watch the loss of another life. “I wish I could tell him what happened.” 

Joe is silent for a long while. 

He casts his thoughts to the few hours he spent walking around as a solid ghost on the grounds of Thorpe Abbotts, his body still existing among the living whilst his soul is lost over the skies of enemy territory. 

He takes the grief that was a brief, but oppressing friend to him in those scant hours into his hands and he turns it over and over. He pokes and prods at the dark ball of tar that, for a few hours, dripped messily all over his heart before Harry came back and scraped every last bit of it away. 

He imagines the black viscous thing crawling all over Egan’s heart like the sticky reaches of an eldritch creature, getting into the ventricles, clogging the arteries, and poisoning the blood system to ensure death at molecular level.

The enormity of it steals his breath.

“I wish you did, too.” Joe mumbles into the riot of curls. Without opening his eyes, Joe scoops Harry’s thighs and lays them sideways over his, manhandling Harry until they are as close as humanly possible without tumbling over the edge of the tower.

“‘No record’, was all that I had to go on with.” 

Harry makes a distressed noise. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if I knew where you went down, but at least I knew you were somewhere and not everywhere at once. It’s stupid, Harry - It’s so stupid, but,” Joe swallows, breaths coming out in shuddering gasps. He wraps his arms closer around Harry and Harry reciprocates. “But it feels better, somehow, to look at a map and know that’s the last place on earth you existed because it's not like I’d be getting a body, ain’t it.” 

Joe imagines himself living through this war. 

Ten, twenty, thirty years down the road, when he has a wife and children and grandchildren - he’ll tell them all about the love of his life Harry Crosby who he will introduce as his best friend. He’ll show them all the pictures he has of Harry, tell them stories about Harry, and then he’ll pull out maps and point out his last resting place. 

He imagines visiting an obscure German countryside in his golden years, casting his eyes up at the blue skies and telling Harry to hold on, he’s coming. 

Maybe, in that future without Harry, the world might grow kinder to folks like them and Joe wouldn’t have to pretend. Maybe, hopefully, his grandchildren can look at Harry’s pictures and see the truth as clear as day and they would understand. Maybe then his grief can speak its truth - a bereaved lover.

Joe allows himself to sink through the maybes a few seconds more before resuming his vigil.

Major Egan is sitting upright in the jeep now. He rubs his hand over his face, presses the heel of his palm to his eyes, his mouth hanging open with exaggerated breathing. They watch quietly as Egan stumbles out of the jeep and drags himself over and up into the parked fort.

The hatch closed like a period at the end of a love story. 

“We’re not gonna be like them, Joe.”

Harry’s fierce tone catches Joe off guard. He pulls away to look at Harry’s white, terrified face. He’s not looking back at Joe, but the bruises his fingers press into Joe’s side speaks louder than any gaze ever could.

“We’re gonna go home and Jean’s gonna fuss over us and then you and her are gonna sing every Friday night in our lounge, and you’re gonna tell me to shut up because it’s scaring the cats.”

Harry stops speaking as though he ran out of breath. His gaze cuts to Joe so suddenly that his heart skips a beat. He sees an ultimatum in those brown eyes, an all or nothing.

“We’re gonna make it.” 

–

Joe goes up the next day on the Munster mission, lucky snowglobe in his vest pocket, and Harry’s face is the last pretty face he sees.   

–

(for Abbie (@moghraidhs) and her ability to express 'nina, why would you?' very clearly through a single thumbs up emoji)

[tomingie]

sour then sweet

summary: you cannot stand huening kai and you gotta do something about it but you're not sure what. It will either result in you strangling him or kissing him and there’s no in between

tags: one sided enemies to lovers, first confessions, tsundere!mc, literally just verbal diarrhea i apologize

edited by: @its-madi

you’re not exactly friends with kai, but the two of you are like acquaintances because of mutual friends 

at first, you're like, dang, he's kinda cute, but then he opened his mouth, and you were immediately turned off

you're like, wait no he seems nice though :( but GOD, HE IS SO LOUD, and you can’t stand loud people

soon enough, you find yourself somehow agreeing to hang out with that friend that’s also friends with kai (see: kang taehyun), and you're like UGH

anyways, you’re talking with taehyun making some witty jokes and kai just has to laugh so damn loud

he’s got everyone in the room shooting glances at you guys 

and you sink in your seat because its a cafe and there are people studying and trying to having business conversations or something

you think, I can never show my face in this cafe AGAIN and it's a damn shame because their lattes are so good

it gets worse, not only do you not like him very much, taehyun just HAS to give kai your phone number

he's like texting you with all these cute emoticons and emojis and you're like, pls stop talking to me i'm trying to watch a three hour long YouTube video

but you don't have the heart to say that to him cause it’s just really rude and you’re not that kind of person

so, since you're such a people pleaser you agree to stand in line with kai to get a new game 

it’s awkward because you’ve never hung out with him alone but wow does he have A LOT to say and you have very little

you start to think that his voice is now going to be ingrained in your mind and you’ll start to hear it randomly

anyways, he’s SO excited and it’s kinda cute but you don’t wanna admit that

when you get home you're so mentally exhausted. on the bright side you never have to watch jujutsu kaisen cause kai spoiled the entire first season (not that you were gonna watch it anyways)

some days go by and you haven’t heard from kai and you’re kinda worried but at the same time you don't really care that much cause you’ve been addicted to playing mario kart

finally, you see him again when taehyun needed some help with idk buying new gym stuff

and of course kai is chatting your ear off while you both are following taehyun around this sporting goods store

then somehow you both find out you guys like playing badminton and then start absolutely trash-talking each other

and now you’re pumped because one: you finally have someone to play badminton with, and two: your new goal in life is to absolutely 100% DESTROY huening kai

like crush his spirit entirely and shut him up 

the two of you pick a day and you show up at the indoor badminton courts

and you didn’t anticipate him actually being good 

not to mention you didn’t anticipate HOW COOL HE LOOKS???? HELLO????? he looked so cool 

and you’re kinda flustered but call bs because he’s so tall and has long legs

it ends with you losing and kai not holding back on the teasing

he’s laughing with his cute obnoxious laugh and you’re SO SALTY but you just shrug it off because it’s not that big of a deal

on the bus ride home you’re just sitting with your arms crossed ignoring him 

and then HE STARTED WHINING AND POUTING WHILE HE WAS PATTING YOUR SHOULDER TRYING TO CONSOLE YOU

and you’re like ??????? I will kill you?????

but not really because you kind of have a soft spot for him even if you didn’t want to

kai starts texting you again and this time he’s sending all sorts of memes and videos and music and you ask yourself, why me???

but tbh you’re kind of happy he’s texting you again

THEN HE SENDS YOU PICS OF HIS PLUSHIE COLLECTION AND YOU JUST CRY “OH MY GOD HE'S SO CUTE” 

BUT YOU'RE THINKING, WAIT, WHAT? DO I ACTUALLY FIND HIM CUTE? WHAT? NO, NEVER. HE'S NOT CUTE, HE'S ANNOYING AND IRRITATING AND GOOFY AND A RAY OF SUNSHINE AND I HATE HIM 

but not actually hate because you could never hate someone like kai

anyways, now you’re so, so, SO conflicted. 

then kai invites you to go see a superhero movie but you’re lost the entire time but you like going to the cinema so it’s kind of a win-win

afterwards, when you tell Kai you don’t have patience to keep up with the marvel cinematic universe lore, he frowns, and you feel like you just kicked a puppy 

WHY IS HE SO SAD? 

you don’t understand this kid. you watched the movie without complaints, why is he sad now and why do you feel bad?

kai explains he was hoping you would have as much fun as him and asked why didn’t you tell him you didn’t like superhero movies and you’re ready to choke him

but you won’t because he’s the most precious human bean

you assure him that you didn’t mind and just enjoy going to the movies with friends and eating popcorn 

he feels better now and you’re much more relieved. 

you go home and as you’re sitting on your couch loafing, you cannot stop thinking about kai

it felt like kai was on your mind A LOT and you didn’t know how to feel

on one hand, you’re so flustered because, hello, he’s adorable 

on the other hand, you felt kind of bad because you disliked him before but now y’all are kind of buddies

kai texts you as you’re pondering and he’s playing animal crossing and he’s showing you how he arranged a bunch of roses into a heart shape and you just throw your phone across the couch

it’s over. he’s officially won your heart. 

NOW YOU REALLY START OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING 

Sir, WHAT THE HELL??

is he flirting???? or just being cute????? you’re confused as all hell

some days go by and now you’ve ended up at a park with kai 

you two got boba, even though you don’t really love boba but kai was so excited and you have a big fat crush that you don’t wanna admit

kai was determined to show you his sick skateboard tricks such as riding at a snail's pace

however, the reality was that he wanted some company while hanging at the park and you were kind of always free when he was free

you’re just standing around watching him try to get more comfortable riding a skateboard 

you’re cheering him on like “you go skater boy”

eventually it just becomes kai holding onto your arm as you pull him around the park

and you don’t care much because this is just how he is and you tolerated it

y’all end up sitting on some grass watching the sunset and kai is like “hey I really like hanging out with you” and you’re like ready to strangle him because he’s being so cute all of a sudden 

you just say “thanks I like hanging with you too” and you’re trying not to look at him too much because you know he probably looks extra beautiful in that golden hour sunlight

so a month or two goes by and you haven’t been able to see kai at all and you’re a little devastated because who else were you gonna playfully tease??

sure, he texted you often, but you hated how much you missed him

you would always bang your fist on your desk because he was too cute and it hurt your soul

not only that but you missed him SO much 

you decide enough was enough and you were gonna ask to meet with him to confess

you tell him to meet you at a fun themed cafe and braced yourself 

what if he laughed at your confession?? or thought it was a prank????

what then???? you’d probably have to actually kill him at that point 

so the two of you meet finally and kai looks so adorable. his hair had grown out and he was stunning and you were ready to go sulk in a corner over how beautiful he is

you guys enjoyed overpriced food and drinks and got to play with bunnies afterwards. 

when all was said and done you two were just walking around. you were stalling your confession because you were terrified 

you’ve completed 180’d your opinion of him and wondered if it was too late to go back

while you two sat on a bench somewhere you decide to just spit it out

“kai, i like you. like… like like you. you know a crush.” you sounded so stupid but it’s really how you felt. you were really forcing yourself to look at him. once again, his visuals were enough to make you believe angels walked among men.

kai was smiling all shyly and looked away from you. you only kept looking at him, feeling more embarrassed as each second passed.

“i like you too. i wanted to tell you for a while that i’ve liked you but i was too shy,” he confessed and you felt cupid’s bow stab your little old heart. he was too pure. you had to protect his heart at all costs. 

you two share a small laugh together and kai asks if he can hug you to which you shyly nod your head.

you end up giving him a kiss on the cheek and both of you turn into a flustered mess. 

kai walked you back all the way home while holding your hand and you swore you were gonna melt.

it was crazy how you went from hating him to absolutely being smitten but he was worth it.

even if he still made you want to dig yourself a grave to lie in

[delicrieux]

corpse husband... 👀 could I get a soft pastel aesthetic reader playing among us with the group and being absolutely terrible at it. maybe like she sees him kill someone and doesn’t say anything or report it and he follows her around to sorta protect her from the other imposter? at the end she asks why he didn’t kill her and he says it’d be too easy but ofc someone’s gonna make jokes and be like “no you’re just a simp” idk i think that’d be funny? you dont have to tho- no worries

⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫｡author’s note: we love pastels and corpse in this house. we love the “i’m helping cuz u cute” trope. we love the public simping. gotta stan this request

masterlist.⁀➷｡˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ༄

There is a long list of things you’re terrible at, and Among Us is at the very top. But besides your lack of prowess at the game, it is perhaps luck you should curse, for what you have just witnessed will send you into the afterlife: Corpse’s little black astronaut murdering Rae in cold blood. You still by your keyboard; out of the corner of your eye, you see he chat going nuts. The stream just got ten times more interesting.

For a long few seconds neither of you move. You’re not exactly surprised Corpse is the Impostor, it’s just that you desperately did not want to get in his way - you’re bad enough at this game as it is, and trying outmaneuver the master at this game of chess? Impossible. 

Shrugging, you glance at your camera, “I ain’t see nothing.” Before, in-game, you promptly turn on your heel and glide to the other side of the map. Corpse follows. You start sweating, “Noooo, I swear I’m not gonna snitch, please spare me, sir. I swear on my” You idly tap your cat headphones with your hand, “-only prized possession. And my plushie collection.” He’s still trailing after you, even when you hop into Navigation. Turning to the chat, you ask, “Guys, how do I telepathically convey to Corpse that I’m not going turn him in? No one tell him, though, that’s cheating.”

“girl, start manifesting” one comment reads.

“Oh, manifesting, okay. Saw that on TikTok. I also heard it’s like a big thing in LA.” 

You’d imagine that if somehow you were actually transported to the cool chamber of a dying spaceship, cornered by a black figure with devil horns blocking your exit, you would probably start crying. But you’re safe in your little stream room, decorated in fairy-lights and soft colours and even softer blankets. That initial primal fear of having nowhere left to run lingers, though, and you gulp.

A meeting is called and you breathe out a heavy sigh of relief before unmuting your mic, the first to chime, “What happen--No! Rae! Who killed Rae, fess up now!”

“Well, maybe you killed Rae!” Sean exclaims, and even if you can’t see him, you instinctively know he’s pointing a finger at you. 

“It wasn’t (Name).” Corpse says smoothly, “We’re together.” He backtracks quickly, laughing anxiously, “Uh--In game, I mean.”

The conversation rages on, though you’re forgotten, which is a small reprieve. Corpse is quick to frame someone else and everyone agrees to vote. Momentarily you can’t believe you’re betraying your fellow crewmates and wonder why you’re doing it exactly. To make an entertaining stream? That’s definitely part of it. Charlie is flung into lava and you know it should’ve been Corpse but you’re having a bit too much fun to care.

“nooooo!!!! they corrupted her!!!! our sweet baby is on the villain arc!!! RIP”

You hope not mentioning what you had seen transpire minutes prior will dissuade him from killing you - he still could, but he’s just standing by the door, watching your movements. You decide you will only figure it out once your back is turned to him, whilst doing your tasks. Apprehensively, you get to it and--

Nothing happens.

Once you’re finished, you run circles around him. He joins in soon. The olive branch had been accepted. You grin. Rush out of Nav and he, once again, follows after you. 

The game continues like this, you doing tasks and he hoovering by your side like some little guardian devil. You almost forget that he’s the Impostor until he murders Sean right in front of you. You slap your hand over your mouth. Did Stockholm Syndrome kick in already? He self reports and his first words are, “(Name) and I found a body in Weapons.”

You aren’t sure how much your betrayal aided the Impostor victory, but you were the only survivor left between two serial-killers. Your chat spams celebration emoticons and fake-deep monologues about living in a society. While you were an unofficial Impostor, your audience single-handedly decides you were the best one.

It’s all laughter and apologies from your part to your slighted teammates, though even they have to admit it was a good game. Everyone agrees to play another round, but before it can start, you just have to know, “Hey, Corpse?”

“Yes, (Name)?”

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Oh,” He mutters, a small chuckle following after his words, “it would’ve been, uhh, too easy, I guess?”

“Lies.” Sean interrupts, “It’s because you’re a fucking SIMP!”

The discord call choruses “SIMP SIMP SIMP” in surprising harmony. You sit in your chair, giggling, smiling so brightly your cheeks start hurting.

“Guys, come on--” Corpse says, sounding like he’s smiling, like he’s got his face covered with his hands, like he’s embarrassed; he laughs - it’s a light, pretty sound, “I just wanted (Name) to have fun. And not be killed by Sykkuno.”

“Wait--” Sykkuno pipes up, “So you just...followed her around the map?”

“...Yeah.”

“Oh my God, you stupid simp!” Sean laughs, “(Name) was there when he killed me, I was so confused why she didn’t say anything because I figured she was the other Impostor, but turns out he just kidnapped her. Don’t worry, (Name), we don’t blame you for betraying the crew. You did what you had to do to survive.”

“It’s the her seeing Corpse kill me and pretending she’s blind for me.” Rae snickers.

“Wait a fucking minute,” Charlie says, “you mean to tell me, (Name), our little pastel princess fucking peach over there, saw Corpse slitting your throat and fucked right off, and then lied like a grade-a-politician during the meeting? Who killed Rae fess up my ass, you all are saying Corpse played us like a fucking fiddle but it was actually (Name) the whole time.” You hear a smile in his voice, and somehow feel a surge of pride, “(Name)--” He’s cut off by Sean trying to interject but quickly shushes him with a few choice words “Jesus fucking Christ, shut up, I’m trying to figure something out. (Name), did you or did you not use Corpse for protection?”

You’re giggling; you can’t control the sporadic giddiness mixed with light anxiousness, “I just...I just didn’t want to die!” You exclaim. More laughter.

“I rest my case, she’s a fucking wolf in sheep’s clothing, it’s always the nice one’s that stab you in the back for the fuck of it.”

“Guys,” Corpse says, “guys, guys, guys...Let’s play another round?”

“Yes”es are exchanged like trading cards. Before long, your screen lights up and you gape at the word IMPOSTOR written over you little astronaut standing right next to...Corpse.

You grin: if the last game was crazy, this one will be straight up insane.

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hope you liked it! xx

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[darklcy]

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

attack on titan masterlist | spotify | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 of 6 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 

pairing: yelena x gn! reader

genre: college AU, slight toxic relationship, unrequited, angst to eventual fluff

summary: college parties! gotta love them, right?

warnings: slight NSFW, mentions of making out, alcohol, drunk crying, and yelena being ho3 (like a big one)

word count: 12.7k

The liquor was way too bitter for your liking.

Usually you preferred more tropical, fruity drinks, the ones someone could enjoy on the beach on vacation somewhere. Not the sour, intense ones that burned your throat as you swallowed, like the drink resting in your red solo cup right now. 

The music beat thunderously into your eardrums from the speakers, for sure causing a nuisance for anyone walking outside on the streets. Shifting your weight from one hip to the other, you watched the dance floor from the sidelines, mindlessly tapping your fingers to the beat on your cup.

Yelena seemed to be having a good time, from what you saw, at least. Her hand had met Historia's waist the second you two waltzed through the door, not sparing you a second glance before disappearing into the crowd. She's a bit excited, you told yourself. You rolled your eyes.

A vibrating sensation went off in your back pocket, grabbing your attention. You pulled out your phone and opened it.

Mikasa: Are you at the party? We just got here.

Your eyebrows raised. You'd almost forgotten about Mikasa and the others.

Yeah! Yelena and I got here around 15 mins ago.

A little thumbs-up emoticon popped up above your message.

Okay, we're coming in now.

Just as you darted your eyes up away from the screen, the front door leisurely opened up, revealing Mikasa, Eren, and Armin making their way inside. The three of them searched the room filled with drunk dancing bodies with the intents of finding any familiar faces, and in the midst of their search, Mikasa's eyes fell onto yours. You smiled as you lifted your arm to wave at them. The three of them returned the gesture.

"I'm gonna go meet up with some friends, okay?"

Eren shouted over the loud bass of the music, pointing his thumb upstairs.

"Okay, just let us know when you're ready to head out."

Armin shouted back, patting his friend on the arm before turning away to follow Mikasa through the crowd. With some time, they finally met up with you at your safe spot away from the chaos.

"Hey [First]! How are you?"

Armin greeted with a smile as he pulled you into a quick hug.

"I'm doing good! How are you guys?" You spoke while Mikasa moved to hug you next, her arms lingering around you a second more.

"We're good. Midterms went okay, I think." Mikasa responded for the two of them. You nodded and stuffed your hands in your pockets.

"Do you want any drinks? There's a lot to choose from." You inquired while beckoning over to the kitchen filled with scattered empty red solo cups and a chorus of different liquors and mixers. Without a word, Mikasa picked up a shot cup and filled it up, throwing her head back as she threw the liquid down her throat. Armin shook his head.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm driving."

You frowned. "You sure? I don't want you to feel obligated to look after us or something."

He shook his head again with a playful grin. "I'm okay. You two go ahead."

Turning over to Mikasa, who was already pouring her next shot, you shrugged and brought your own cup up to your lips. With a small sip, you scrunched up your nose and eyebrows in disgust, biting down on your tongue to avoid puking.

"That's so nasty."

Mikasa tilted her head. "You don't have to drink it. There's plenty of other options."

You licked your lips. "Well...Yelena insisted I try this one. Said it was good."

The ravenette cocked a brow. "What is it? Smirnoff?"

You shrugged as you stared down into your cup. "I honestly have no idea."

The three of you leaned your backs on a nearby kitchen counter and began to make small talk, catching up on any missed events and how you've been. You usually see them every now and then, whether it be grabbing some dinner or studying together, but the three of you, including Eren, had become a close friend group. You appreciated the trio a lot. You felt like you could trust them with anything...

...So naturally they knew nothing about your situationship with Yelena. Nor the fact that you were desperately in love with her.

And you intended to keep it that way. This was something you had to deal with, and you also just didn't want them to know. A part of you feared that speaking about it would cause some bad luck and confirm any anxieties, so to be safe, you kept your mouth shut.

Zipped. Locked. Key thrown down the drain into the ocean.

You managed to take a few more sips of the foul beverage before officially calling it quits, abandoning your cup on a vacant table. The three of you inched closer to the dance floor to warm up to the music, letting yourself bump to the beat. The song that had been playing faded out as it ended, the next to play on the playlist rolling on. 

The familiar fade-in of Voodoo Queen by Medicine Man Revival echoed throughout the house, spiking your interest instantly. As the first guitar notes struck, those who recognized the song cheered and whooped, also sharing a liking to the band just like you. A toothy smile outstretched your lips as you eagerly turned towards Mikasa and Armin.

"Oh my god I love this song can we pleease go dance?"

You practically begged on the spot, cheeks flushing as the small amount of alcohol kicked in. The two laughed at your expression, Mikasa bumping your shoulder with hers before leading the way to the middle of the crowd.

Your body swayed to the rhythm while you belted out the lyrics with a humorously big grin. Mikasa swished her short hair back and forth as she lost herself to the beat and to the alcohol in her system. Armin wasn't much of a dancer, but the sight of you two caused him to let loose, laughing all the way.

 Just as the beat dropped, the singer's voice beginning to draw out the chorus and the guitar notes dragging, you lifted an arm in the air as you shouted the chorus line with the rest of the crowd, throwing your head back and letting the music carry your body. Armin shook his head at the sight of you before his attention drifted to his phone after receiving a text message. After reading it, he looked back up, tucking his phone away.

"Eren just told me Jean's here so I'm gonna go say hi to him."

He spoke more to Mikasa than you, since you were too caught up in the song to notice he was even talking. Mikasa shouted an 'okay' and he dispersed into the bodies of dancing college students, leaving the two of you alone. When the chorus died down, you ran a hand through your hair and tilted your head when you noticed Armin's disappearance.

"He went to go say hi to Jean." Mikasa answered your unspoken inquiry. You nodded in understanding, uttering out an 'oh,' before returning to the music. Just as the rhythm built up again, the same chorus line about to sing, your hazy eyes met the two figures you unconsciously had been avoiding the whole time you'd been on the dance floor.

The beat dropped with the singer and guitar in the background, those around you yelling out the words and dancing with each other. This time you didn't sing, though in the back of your head, you wanted to forget she was even there and go back to listening to one of your favorite bands, the one you two would listen to, but you couldn't look away. You heart dropped off its cliff into the pit of your stomach as you stared at Yelena and Historia dancing, faces close together and bodies swaying with each other. Her hands rested on Historia's neck and around her waist, bringing her in more and more. Historia had a hand wrapped hers while the other wrapped itself around Yelena's nape, her mouth releasing drunk giggles while looking up at the taller blonde with big eyes. Yelena peered down at her with a sneer, alcohol and lust buzzing through her veins.

What tore you up most was how Yelena was singing. She was singing the song, your song, to her. Dipping down, she landed a passionate, sloppy kiss on Historia's mouth, the sexual tension leaking out and dripping onto the floor, laughing at you as it floated by. Yelena's hand fell from Historia's neck and landed on her breasts, not giving a single care the two of them laid right out on the open floor. Historia tilted her head back and moaned as Yelena attacked her neck with wild kisses, biting and sucking on the skin.

Mikasa noticed your blank, stoic stare and the way you froze, and turning around, it didn't take long for her to know just who you were looking at. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the two, horny and too drunk to care, and when she whipped back to you, you were gone.

You pushed and pushed your way out of the room, almost knocking a few people off their feet as you bustled towards the kitchen. Opening up a fresh new bottle, you poured a full shot, throwing it back into your mouth before pouring another one. And then another. Another. More and more and more.

You needed to forget. To ignore. You needed more.

You were on your sixth shot when Mikasa found you. You grunted in frustration at the burn in your throat, void of any water or mixer. Just pure bitterness. You refused to feel upset. You fought back your upcoming tears and anger, instead focusing on the fact this damn bottle won't open.

"[First]? What are you doing-,"

"I can't get this damn-this damn cap off. I want another."

Mikasa grabbed onto the bottle and pulled it away from you. "Have you had any water?"

You ignored her and reached for the liquor. "No gimme me it. Gimme ittt!"

She refused to budge. "[First]. You need water."

You sputtered and laughed. "YOU need water."

"I'm being serious. You need water before drinking any more."

You whined and crossed your arms, stumbling away from the counter and walking to the opposite side of the kitchen. Mikasa reluctantly put down the bottle and trudged over to the fridge, eyes refusing to leave your form. You slouched your upper body over the island table, hanging your head down. Grabbing a water bottle and pulling the cap off, she handed it over to you.

"Here."

You threw your head up, hair flying about, to stare at the bottle before roughly grabbing it and taking a few sips. "There. I've been cured."

Mikasa rolled her eyes. "If you're going to be petty I'm gonna get Armin to drive you home."

Twirling on your heel, you reached for the bottle you'd been fighting with earlier and twisted it open, letting the contents spill into another shot. 

"You're not my mooommy so I honestly don't have to listen to you right now. You could be just...you could just go."

You hastily downed the shot and threw the cup to the side. "Actually please don't. I lied. I was lying to you."

Mikasa scoffed and reached for the bottle of liquor again, pulling it safely towards her. "I know."

With your head bobbing under its weight, cheeks flushed and warm, eyes rolling back, you tumbled under yourself to the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest. Mikasa followed you down and nestled herself in front of you, sitting criss-cross. Your eyelids shut as your forehead fell onto your kneecaps.

"[First]."

You hummed, not looking up. Mikasa sighed sadly. "What happened?"

That single, damn question, even in your drunken state, knocked the peg off the dam, flooding your eyes with water. The key that locked your lips shut suddenly unlocked it carelessly, not giving a single fuck to what you were about to say and who you were saying it to.

"...She-She doesn't. Doesn't fucking love me. Only uses me. I just want her..I want her to look at mee. Love me."

Mikasa's eyes widened. This..was a first. Especially coming from you. You'd never mentioned anyone in your life romantically. Though...with who you were staring at so dejectedly on the dance floor...She wondered.

"..Who?"

You whined as you tugged on your hair harshly, tears dripping onto the floor.

"Fucking Yelena!" Pulling your face off your kneecaps, you greeted your friend with a flushed, snotty expression, eyes leaking with water and lips quivering.

"I'm so tired. Mikasa I'm so tireddd. I just...I don't wanna do this anymore. i can't even fucking tell her because she's-she's just so fucking-she jumps from person to person. I can't talk to her. I mean, she's literally-she's so.."

Your words slurred together more and more, rushing together like one long sentence. You were so drunk. It pained Mikasa to see you weep like this. You'd never been this vulnerable and open in the many months you've known each other. She had to do something. Moving to sit beside you, she wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder and pulled you to her, letting your head fall onto her shoulder.

You wiped at your face with a sleeve, mixing the sweat, snot, and tears together into a clothed mess. You'd worry about the shirt later. Your vision spun under your eyelids and inside your brain. You'd never drank this much before. You'd deal with the consequences later, but now you just wanted to wallow in your pain. 

Wallow in the fact that Yelena didn't love you. Wallow in the irony that she danced with another girl, more importantly kissed her, to one of your favorite songs. Wallow in your everlasting, agonizing love you held for the asshole you wished you hated but could never, ever, feel any sort of resentment towards.

Mikasa rubbed her hand up and down your arm as she hushed your sobs, her cheek resting on top your head. She damned Yelena for treating you this way, and she damned herself for not knowing what was going on with you. There was no way she could've known, yet she wished somehow that she could've noticed any signs earlier, and comforted you then. She cares so much for you, didn't you see it?

As your cries hollowed out, knocking you into a light sleep, Mikasa sighed and stared up at the ceiling, damning herself for harboring these feelings.

These feelings for you that fell unrequited.

[dreamii-yume]

Helloo! Let me give you all a quite late Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Years \(//∇//)\ LMAO

Sorry for being inactive, I was enjoying my christmas vacation in my own time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): Mostly sleeping, resting, eating, playing a new a game I bought for myself during christmas (Yes, it’s true. I do play games other than genshin lmao Shocking, amiright) Just essentially making up for the lost “Myself” time school had cost me lol

I was planning to answer some interesting asks I got after the New Years but um…Yeah, something kinda bad happen and my grandma passed away so suddenly due to aneurysm (´；ω；`) I know it sounds like I’m not taking this seriously at all, but I’m in so much disbelief that the only way I could cope was through silliness and laughter. Even though I’m now an adult, I still have that childish fear of making things too serious—I never really grew out of it lol I can’t handle situations like that at all and tend to breakdown crying unless someone cracks a joke and puts a smile on my face _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): Thus the reason I put emoticons lols lmaos on my sentences, so forgive me if I come out insincere sometimes—I use it to make things a little less gloomy.

But yeah—I’m fine now ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ I’m more worried about my family members to be honest, I saw my dad cry for the first time and holy mother of god, it fucked me up bad (´；ω；`) It really hits different when it’s your parents you see crying, huh? But things are better now! Everyone has accepted it and we’re slowly managing with our lives.

I’m gonna go back to slaving myself back to school and writing hornii in betweens lmao HORNII IS HOW I DE-STRESS, PLEASE DONT JUDGE AAAA I hope I write more hornii this year too and I hope you Darlings continue to read them ♥︎

[bubblelixie]

congrats on 200!! <33 i'd love to request dom!felix + sexting if thats ok? 🥺 and ooo can i be 💫 anon 👉👈

thank you lovely 💫 anon,, welcome to the family <3

dom!felix + sexting 👩‍🍳💋

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

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you had been laying in bed, missing your boyfriend felix in need of some kind of relief, you wanted to obey his rules of not touching yourself but you couldn’t help it, you slid your hands down your body and they got to the hem of your laced panties, you slipped your hand down and it’s like felix had some kind of radar because your phone vibrated and it was a text from him who had the same idea as you.

felix: baby you up?

y/n: yea how’d you know

felix: i’m you’re boyfriend of course i know, y/n baby i can’t sleep i have this annoying ass hard on and it’s bothering me

y/n: i couldn’t sleep either, i need you to touch me :(

felix: oh baby trust me, if i were there now you’d be screaming so loud the neighbors would know my fucking name

y/n: they already do haha

felix: what did i say about talking back y/n

y/n: i- what i wasn’t talking back i just responded to what you said

felix: damn no matter how many times i fuck and punish you, you still never learn your lesson, you’re so lucky i find that damn attitude of yours sexy

this was something felix tended to do just as a way to punish you, you both loved it either way, he would find small and unfair reasons to “punish you” just because he loved doing it knowing you both loved it and found it hot as fuck.

y/n: felix help me

felix: that’s not my name whore

y/n: daddy help me

felix: help you what baby? ;)

although you couldn’t see his raw and real time reactions to your messages, aside from the occasional emoticon(s) and emoji(s) he would send, you could tell he was cockily smirking behind his screen as he would type out his sinful thoughts into his phone, sending them to you without hesitation. because once this boy (and you) were in the mood, there was no stopping.

y/n: daddy please make me cum, tell me what you’re gonna do to me, please i promise i’ll be a good girl

felix: liar...

you pouted as his words, rolling your eyes in annoyance

felix is typing...

you got excited yet anxious seeing the tiny text bubbles at the bottom of your screen, they sent a rush of adrenaline through your body causing you to not be very tired anymore, the bubbles were there for a while until they went away. “goddamnit felix”

felix: but only since you said please i’ll help you out baby

y/n:thank you daddy

felix: what are you wearing

y/n: just the lace panties you bought for me on valentine’s day ;)

felix: awh my naughty girl is always prepared for me even when i’m not there, how pathetic

felix: take them off baby

you slid your panties off and kicked them somewhere under your bed.

y/n: done :)

felix: good girl, now rub your clit for me alright, and you better not cum baby, even if you don’t tell me if you do, i’ll know trust me

you circled your finger around you clit trying to pretend it were felix’ fingers, although you couldn’t convince yourself hard enough.

felix: slip a finger in for me baby

felix: i’m so hard thinking about how gorgeous my little slut looks pleasing herself, fuck baby

y/n: you must look so good stroking yourself baby boy ;)

felix: what the fuck did you just call me

felix: oh doll, you are so getting it the next time we see each other, no matter how many times you try to dominate me you know it won’t work whore

felix: although your effort is cute, don’t try it bitch

that’s one thing you love about felix, how he would switch from cute pet names to degrading ones so quickly.

y/n: daddy please tell me how you’re gonna ruin me

felix: i’d start with pinning those pretty hands above your head while i make out with you as i slowly make my way down to your pussy

felix: then i’d eat you the fuck out as if i haven’t had water for days, i wouldn’t let your pathetic cut cum though, at least not until you’re begging and crying

felix: i hope you’re imagining everything in saying right now bitch (lol)

felix: anyway, i’d flip you around and smack your ass and make you count each time until it’s red and bruised just how you and i like it

felix: we’d have to be infront of a mirror though cus i love seeing your pretty face when i fuck you. i’d fuck you from behind and pull your hair

felix: making you watch us in the mirror as we see everything happening, id rub your clit until you cum, then i’d shove my fingers into your mouth making you taste yourself

felix: you close yet baby?

you had been fingering yourself and rubbing your clit the entire time doing your best to visualize every word he had said.

y/n: yes daddy i’m so fucking close please let me cum

felix: hmm only since you said please, and since i came a while ago.

you released all over your fingers, squirting a little, just imagining his deep voice saying these things to you was enough to make you cum untouched.

felix: you came baby?

y/n: mm yes daddy

felix: what do you say baby?

y/n: thank you daddy, i’ll return the favor when we meet up next time ;)

felix: i know you will baby, i’m coming over later today so you better rest up princess ❤️

y/n: yes daddy i will, you too

felix: i love you princess

y/n: i love you too lixie

and not too long after, you and felix knocked out for the night, but let’s just say when he came over later that day, you had a hard time walking afterwards.

[babybluebex]

english love affair [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.1k ➽ summary: you attend the bronx school of science, and you’re immediately taken by the new student: ben perkins. ➽ warnings: deception ig?  ➽ a/n: PART 1! no idea how many parts this is gonna be, but stick around! (taglist link is in bio)

As soon as you stepped off the bus, you heard the chattering that only came from one occurrence. A new kid. That confused you, though. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for kids to drop in halfway through the semester, but, at your school, it was rare. The Bronx School of Science was an elite high school and it took amazing test scores and the grace of God to get in, so a new kid in the middle of the year was a rarity. 

You saw him the moment you walked into your first period chemistry class. After all, he was the only face you didn’t recognize. Dark, curly hair that was just a bit long, with rosy cheeks and wide brown eyes. He seemed nervous; as new kids usually were. He wore a red hoodie, his hands shoved deep into the front pocket, and he was looking all around the room. The seat next to him was empty and, while it wasn’t your usual place, there was no formal seating chart. “You new?” you asked, swinging your backpack to the floor. 

The boy looked at you with a keen alertness in his dark eyes, and he swallowed thickly. “Yeah,” he laughed softly. He sounded a little Queens, maybe; perhaps even Brooklyn. “Just, uh… Just moved here.” 

“Nice,” you said. “From where?” 

The boy clenched his jaw. “Queens,” he said, and you nodded. 

“Well, welcome to the Bronx,” you laughed. “I’m Y/N.”

“Ben,” he said quickly. “Ah, Ben Perkins.” 

“Ben Perkins from Queens,” you repeated. “What brings you here?”

Ben shrugged. “Parents,” he mumbled simply. Ben seemed like a guy of few words, but you didn’t mind too much. It was a welcome change from the other guys at your school who wouldn’t shut up. 

You decided to not really say much to Ben. If he didn’t feel like talking, you didn’t want to push him and make him uncomfortable. The first day at a new school was stressful. “If you need help with any classes or anything, just let me know. Getting into the routine here is hard as shit.” 

“Thanks,” Ben told you with a nod. “That’s quite nice.” 

You couldn’t place why the usage of the word “quite” tickled the back of your brain. Maybe because you had never heard anyone use it like that. “You’re quite welcome,” you replied, biting the tip of your tongue. Ben looked at you and the rosiness in his cheeks grew deeper as he smiled. 

The class started normally, until your teacher got to the Ps on the roll sheet. “Oh!” she cried. “We have a new student! Benjamin Perkins!”

Ben’s face grew red, this time not from laughter. He gave a quick two-finger to the class, and he mumbled, “Just Ben is fine, actually.” 

“Welcome to the Bronx School, Ben,” your teacher said. “I’m sure you’ll do great here.” 

About halfway through the lesson, you looked at the boy sitting beside you. He wore jeans and scuffed sneakers with the red hoodie, a dark curl bouncing along his forehead as he looked at the board and diligently copied notes. He was cute, a lot cuter than any boys you knew, and you wondered what he was like when he was in his element. His hands were big, veins popping as he gripped his pencil tightly. You took a second look at the mechanical pencil, and your heart soared. Quickly, you ripped a page out of your notebook and scribbled a quick “i like your pencil :)”, and you passed it over to Ben. 

He tore his attention away from the lecture for long enough to look at your note, then at the pencil. It was red and blue with various white spiderwebs all around it. You liked the Spiderman pencil; your dad had practically raised you on the Toby Maguire Spiderman movies, so you liked anything Spiderman. In fact, you had been Spiderman for Halloween three years in a row when you were little. Not Spiderwoman, you said, Spiderman. Ben wrote something down and gave you the paper back, and you bit your lip as you read his message. 

“spiderman’s pretty cool i guess. you like the movies?”

“yeah!! toby maguire’s awesome”

“cool. i like them too :)”

You invited Ben to sit with you at lunch, and he did. You usually sat alone, and you secretly liked having Ben there with you. You two talked about Spiderman, mostly: how Toby was a better Peter Parker but Andrew Garfield was the better Spiderman. “You know,” you started. “In the comics, Peter Parker becomes, like, an intern for Tony Stark. Tony makes him this suit and he becomes the Iron Spider.” 

“Really?” Ben said. His eyebrows went up, and he scratched at a few upturned hairs. “That sounds cool.”

“I wish they’d add Spiderman to the MCU,” you added. “I think he’d fit really well with everyone, ya know? I mean, I guess they’d have to cast the right guy, but…” You shrugged. “A girl can dream, right?” 

“Sure thing,” Ben said. “I like Robert Downey Jr. a lot, he seems really fun.” 

“Oh, definitely!” you agreed. “And Chris Evans! Man, I’d love to meet them, I would just die right there.” 

Ben smiled and nodded along with you, and he slotted his chin into his palm as he listened to you chatter about Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ant-Man. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, and you stopped mid sentence when you noticed it. “I just think Elizabeth Olsen is so underrated, and-- Ben. You alright?” 

Ben blinked a few times. “Yeah,” he said. “M’all good. Just listening to you.” 

You flushed. “I’m not talking too much?” you asked, feeling the urge to sink into yourself. “I’ve been told I do that.” 

“No, not at all,” Ben said quickly. “I like it. I like how people get when they get excited about something, you know? It’s cute.” 

“Cute,” you repeated, rolling the word around your mouth. Did Ben just call you cute? Or did he call the whole concept of your dumb blathering about some movies cute? Did that still qualify as calling you cute? You raised your eyes to his and, nervously picking at a loose thread on your sweater, hazarded, “You think I’m cute?” 

Ben shrugged. “I mean, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You just seem so passionate about those movies. I would listen to you talk about them for a long time.” 

“You wouldn’t want to.”

“I do,” Ben said quickly. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit. I’d tell you if I did.” 

You nodded again, and you scooted just a bit closer to Ben. “For the record,” you started. “I think you’re cute too.” 

Ben smiled, little dimples appearing in his cheeks. “Cool.” 

Before the day ended, Ben had given you his phone number. “I don’t have Snapchat or anything,” he said. “Strict parents, ya know? But I’d love to talk to you.” 

You liked the way that Ben texted. He used a lot of emojis and even a few goofy emoticon faces, a la 2012, and he signed every text off with xx. With texting, you felt like Ben was a little more open than at school, probably because it was just the two of you, completely private. And, man, did the boy talk. He sent two, three, four messages in a row, just spewing thoughts the second he thought them. You didn’t mind one single bit, though; but your parents did. 

Even though the sound was off and your phone was in your pocket, the entire dinner table could hear your phone buzzing. “Is someone calling you?” your dad asked. “Your phone just keeps going off.” 

“Oh, no,” you said, your face going warm. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and set it completely silent, and the buzzing ceased. “Sorry. Just texts.”

“From who?” you mom asked. 

“A boy from school,” you began, fully intent on explaining the situation, but your little brother was quicker to the uptake than you. 

“Ooh, Y/N has a boyfriend!” he squealed. 

“Shut up, you little fungus!” you hissed. Brothers of any age were unbearable, but 13 was an especially difficult age, you had come to find. 

“Don’t call your brother a fungus,” you mom sighed. “That boy’s texting you an awful lot, though, Y/N.” 

You shrugged. “He’s new,” you said. “Just asking questions about school and stuff.”

“And his name?” your dad asked. 

“Ben Perkins,” you said. “He just moved from Queens.” 

“He’s a senior?” your mom asked and, when you nodded, her eyebrows creased. “That poor boy, moving schools in the middle of his senior year. Well, good for you, making new friends. I bet he really appreciates you.” 

Tom slumped himself down on the couch. You weren’t answering his texts and, while he knew that you probably had homework or were eating dinner or any number of other things, he couldn’t help the anxiety that filled him at the thought that maybe he had scared you off. 

Tom hadn’t had a normal high school experience by any means. Sure, secondary school was a thing that was semi-normal, but normal in the sense that everyone around him was in the same boat. And he was certain that British secondary school was a hell of a lot different than American high school. Hence, the joke that had landed him here.

“It would be funny if I went to an American high school for a few days. Just to see what it’s like, ya know?” 

Apparently, Anthony and Joe Russo didn’t seem to understand his British sense of humor, because he was on a flight to New York within the week. The Russos had helped him come up with the bare bones of a backstory: Ben Perkins, originally from Queens. American. 17. Quiet. It was a far cry from Tom Holland, originally from London, British, 19, and loud. But the Russos, in their infinite wisdom, had seen through Tom’s joke and understood something that was integral to the character that had taken Tom a few days to really see. 

Peter B. Parker was a high schooler. A smart one, an unusual one, but he was still 15 and trying to understand himself and the world. Tom didn’t have that knowledge; at least, not in the way that Peter Parker would have had it. He needed to see the inside of an American high school to get to the core of his character, and even Tom understood that. The filming for Captain America: Civil War hadn’t started and the news of Spidey’s introduction into the Marvel Cinematic Universe hadn’t hit the airwaves yet, but Tom knew that, if his contract was to be upheld in the way that Sony and Marvel had promised, he would have plenty of time to use this high school experience to better the character. 

Tom really and truly did not intend to develop a crush on a girl. Yes, a beautiful, smart, and funny girl that shared a love for the same things he did, but he was sure that the Russos would disapprove of it. After all, he was only slated to go to the Bronx School of Science for three days. There wasn’t nearly enough time to have anything more than a crush. But you. There was something about you, something intangible. He had felt a pull in his stomach when you first walked into the room and, when he had texted Harry about it, his brother had only laughed at him and made a joke about wanting to get his dick wet. And, yes, while that thought was in Tom’s mind, you were already so much more to him than that. 

As much as Ben Perkins was a character, Tom felt like he could be himself around you. He had shared stories from growing up, mostly about his brothers pulling shenanigans, and had shown you pictures of him and Tessa when he had first gotten her. The little squeal and sigh that had left you when you saw the puppy made his heart swell. Then, he had said something that still made his stomach turn: “Maybe you can meet her soon.” 

What a great fucking thing to say to someone that he would have to abandon in three days. Sure, he could keep texting you after he left, but he would have to explain everything to you. He knew what your reaction would be, too; somewhere along the lines of laughing at him and going, “Dude, you’re fuckin’ nuts, bro.” Or, on the other end of the spectrum, getting mad at him for lying to you. He was sure that you would be more mad than amused. And, after the conversation that you two had shared about your requited love for Spiderman, he knew that trying to tell you wouldn’t land him anywhere except alone again. 

And, God. Tom was tired of being alone. 

[astrxlis-archive]

Hi Fox!! 💞Another day of me dropping by to share some stuff <333 may these make you feel warm even for a moment 🥺

I've found this venti wip by @/snifflesmp4 on twt and it might just bring a smile to your face :DD even if it's just a header-sized wip, you could tell the art is already 👌✨

THIS TOO. It looks so heavenly please check it out when you have the time !! 🤩🤩🤩 by on twt

I have found some hu tao art too. on twt. Everytime i see hu tao and her goofy faces i get instantly reminded of how you and her give the similar mischievous vibe with just this emoticon: ":3c" 😩💞

Another venti art!! 🤩🤩 i really liked how clean and cute this is, especially with that foam over his lips, you can tell how much he enjoys drinking that mug of beer :3

There's this genshin merch too where itto, childe, venti and kaeya are drawn and posed like your typical ikemen men 😂

an inazuma venti. im not gonna lie, im having fun putting links the moment i discovered how to😋🤩

A kid hu tao fan art 💕. idk what to caption this but the art looks really nice!! <33 I find this hu tao art ethereal looking too 😍💞

Last but not the least, I REALLY LOVED THIS ONE!!! 😩 i hope you'll love it the same as i do, tho of course that's just me hoping in case our preferences and reactions aren't mutual !!<333

(im tryna rummage my likes/retweets for stuff with xiao involved,, im trying,, but i hope these venti posts are more than enough !! 💕)

I hope you're doing okay Fox!! 😚😚😚 If not, then that's alright, you could cry it out and i'll be with you !! 😌💞 I hope you'd also be able to enjoy Dan's upcoming event that will be posted tomorrow 😍💗💗 may time allow you to enjoy a breather 🥰🥰 because you deserve it sm!! <333

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hi 🍰!!! 💕💕

i'm replying to these in order, but using numbers instead so you don't get lost 😂

THIS IS A WIP?? A WIP???????? it did bring a smile to my face, i see venti and i go owo aljdksjs–

A?? AAAAA???? it does look heavenly 🥺🥺 i wish we could see more venti and dvalin interactions. sometimes i open dvalin’s fight just so i can see him.

ehehehehe i’m glad hu tao now reminds you of me :3c she looks so cute 🥺 baby 🥺🥺🥺 istg i love her too much

PRECIOUS BOY 😭 he loves his beer a lot 🥺 i keep looking at it and thinking i’ve seen it as a sticker in-game but i’m pretty sure it’s not–

KAEYA LOOKS F CKING GLORIOUS i’d buy 10 of these if i had money like fr 😂😂😂😂 i had to hold in my laugh seeing these

the outfit suits him so well!?!? the pose too 🥺 dude keep having fun i’m living for these links kfndkdnd

my mom-friend brain automatically went like “hug. P R O T E C T.” 😂😂 she looks so tiny 🥺 baby hu tao 🥺🥺 also watch me make the second hu tao art as my lockscreen— i mean, can i? i’m gonna check the artist’a profile to see if non-commercial use is ok— yep! it’s cool!

i loved this one too!!! the different expressions each character makes and the hand/accessory placing are so cute and also so in character for each one. i think aether’s may be my favorite (surprisingly); xiao placing the crystal core on his hair aaaaa

i think it’s fair to say you don’t have to share only the things you think i might enjoy - feel free to share the things you thought were cute or funny just because you though they were 😊