#im not super happy with the flow of this

[woahbewildered]

eldritch horror does NOT know how to blink guys

[lenoreamidala]

you must be a weasley

[good-beanswrites]

john x fuuta ?👉👈 or 090309

I love the dynamic between them all, thank you for the request! I went with an earlier meeting for them (well, one of the first times Fuuta's aware of speaking with John, at least). As much as I joke about Fuuta being starstruck by his strength in the attack, I tried to take a more serious route for the "something to rely on" vibe.

John’s eyes flicked over Fuuta, sprawled out on his bedding and looking up expectantly.

“Man, you look like shit.”

Fuuta scowled deeper. “I asked for the reason you’re here in the middle of the fucking night, not your opinion.”

“That is the reason I came.”

Somehow, amid all the other things he had to worry about given the horror of the past few days and exile that followed, Mikoto had still found the time to lose sleep over Fuuta’s condition. John had always liked the guy, but he wasn’t in the business of watching over people he didn’t truly care about. He didn’t know what Mikoto saw in him to cause such an overreaction.

Though, with the futon dragged to the bars of the cell, and bathing him in the dim light of the guard’s tower, it was becoming clear that Mikoto’s concern was indeed warranted. Fuuta appeared deathly. The fresh injuries had been bandaged, but there were stains where blood was beginning to seep through. His eye – the one that had survived the ordeal – was bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags. His hair was as tangled as the rumpled hoodie it poked out of.

Fuuta was still staring in anticipation. It took John a moment to understand why. 

“You recognize me.”

“No shit. Mikoto came in here like a fumbling idiot earlier today. He wanted to make sure I was okay or whatever. Like I’d be okay after what happened!” He paused, a clanging from someone else’s cell briefly distracting him. “But you… the way you carry yourself… it’s different.”

“Not that different. I’m here for the same reason.”

The plan was simple. Once Fuuta slept, Mikoto would relax, and everyone would be happy. If it turned out to be his injuries keeping him awake, John didn’t mind crushing Fuuta’s pride and explaining his weakness to the doctor to get more painkillers. If it was noisy neighbors, he’d teach one of those girls a lesson the following day. If the problem was just plain insomnia, well, John’s swinging arm was still completely functional...

“I just want to make sure you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t tell me you’re as disgustingly sentimental as him.”

John’s expression twitched. He didn’t appreciate the condescension. That was Mikoto’s most admirable trait, after all – offering help to others even when he was falling apart himself. He was so selfless, so self-sacrificial. It was no wonder John felt compelled to do the same for him. But Fuuta…

“Ugh, he’s always trying to be buddy-buddy with everyone around here, it makes me sick. Nice words don’t do shit. Look where his friendship with Kotoko got him, eh? That’s what these fools still don’t understand – you need to face these things head-on.”

“Oi, don’t be hard on me just for caring.” He didn’t say it as any sort of gentle encouragement; it was a command, and Fuuta understood. He snapped his attention away from where he’d been peering around the bars. “The world needs more people with that kindness. That optimistic view of life, of others, no matter what – it’s why I’ll do everything I can to save me.”

Silence stretched after the intense comment. Fuuta was looking away again, and John couldn’t read him. When he did speak, his voice came out more defeated than expected.

“Tch. Well. Not all of us have that luxury.”

“Of what?”

“Of you.”

His eyebrows raised.

Cheeks reddening, Fuuta hurried to add, “I mean someone to have your back like that. I wish I could be half as relaxed as that, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to be strong myself, I don’t have anyone else to take care of my problems for me.”

It hit him suddenly, that everything came down to that. Relief washed over him, now that a clear, easy, (and nonviolent) solution had presented itself.

“What if you did? I could take over your little sentry duty for the night.”

“W-what do you –?”

He gestured to where Fuuta was laying. “No need to play dumb. You’ve been keeping an eye on everything, even the other side of the guard’s tower. The sounds from around cell eight have caught your attention. You’re positioned so you can see cell six, but haven’t moved all the way over, because cell ten has easiest access from the right.”

“The others would say it’s pointless, or that they’re handling it. I’m not buying it, though. I don’t care if they say it’s crazy of me to do.”

“I think…” John’s posture softened. “I think it’s very selfless of you.”

He was constantly amazed at Fuuta’s tendency to react to everything as if it were some world-shattering statement just told to him.

“So?” He prodded before Fuuta’s expression could grow any more wide-eyed. “How about it?”

 “I mean… they told me about the attacks… what you did…”

John set his jaw. No matter how many times it had happened in the past few days, it still stung to see how quickly people turned against him because of the fight. He thought they all had come to terms with each other’s capabilities for violence, but as usual, the moment he showed his true face, the world turned against him.

Of course Fuuta could never relax knowing such a violent and unpredictable person was sitting right beside him through the night. It was a miracle he hadn’t panicked immediately at the sight of yet another cold, towering figure appearing at his door in the middle of the night.

John stretched his right arm across his chest. It looked like his original solution still stood. Fuuta said problems should be faced head-on. Surely he’d understand this was for his own good.

“…Yeah, okay.” Fuuta gave a decisive nod. He beckoned with a jerk of his head. “I trust you.”

“I –” John blinked. “What?”

“You understand me. You understand what it takes to be in a place like this.” His gaze flit away momentarily. “You’re incredibly strong. You’re prepared, and have good instincts, and your confidence is –" Noticing how intently John was listening, he interrupted himself to bark, “but don’t think I couldn’t handle this on my own! It’s only because you offered, and it’s a smart move. I’ll just sleep for a bit, we can take shifts. Wake me in three hours, okay?”

“Fine by me.” A little lying was definitely better than what else he’d had in mind.

Fuuta moved his futon over a few feet so John could settle into his carefully chosen spot on the ground. Everything was all set to begin keeping watch, until a new sound rose up to drown out the other noises in the panopticon – soft snoring from beside him.

He glanced over in disbelief at the instantaneous security Fuuta had sunk into. All the tension had melted away from his face and shoulders. He lay completely at peace.

John had achieved his goal. He should be celebrating. Instead, he couldn’t help heaving a heavy sigh.

How did he end up with two self-destructive idiots to watch over?

[fizzamess]

Keep the aroace positivity flowing (day 9)

What/who has been your lifeline through your process of self acceptance?

My lifeline has been this blog. I want to make people happy and in the process heal my own wounds. I wanna be happy too.

Ok maybe sometimes I use it to post random and stupid posts, and I have only been posting frequently since about two months ago. But still, I’ll cultivate this little blog as it slowly becomes the footprints of my past and the diary of my future self.

[viofiolet]

[freshie-owo]

Alright Ace fic draft DONE but it is soooo rough and I think it's a lil repetitive and always at a high emotional peak so I gotta kinda.... mitigate that a little bit. I'm gonna figure it out but this is def gonna take longer than I originally thought

[xxchumanixx]

Glimpses

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, Bucky (yes, he's a warning), reader has the ability to show other people images in their head (does that make sense?), otherwise not described, spoilers for fatws

Word count: tba

Authors note: To be honest, I've been working on this for months, bit by bit. I didn't have much time to write or post something lately, and somehow, the motivation went with it. But I love this man to no end, and I had to finish this (for my sake, too). Im not a hundred percent happy with it, but we're just gonna roll with it.

I hope you enjoy it.

It gnawed at you, gripping you with a hand made of iron, it's icy fingers sending chills down your spine.

How could she do this to you?

Someone you once envied for being related to Peggy Carter, one of the founders of SHIELD, maybe one of the coolest persons to have ever existed.

Now, you couldn't help but pity Sharon Carter.

Sam nudged your foot with his, ripping you out of your thoughts. "What's up with you?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed.

Blinking at him, you tried to grasp what he was talking about, before shaking your head with a sigh.

"When Sharon was pardoned, I heard her say something I don't know what to think of..." you mumbled, biting your cheek. Sam rose a brow in return, Bucky's furrowing.

You were sitting in a private jet, a small table in front of you, with Sam sitting diagonally to your right and Bucky to your left.

"When she came out, she dialed someone, saying something about super soldiers being off the menu, weapons and 'should be something for everyone'." you recited what you had heard her say.

You had been there to congratulate her, welcome her back. But, when she stepped out the building, immediately dialing someone, you hid back in the crowd, carefully listening.

Yeah, eavesdropping wasn't nice, but something urged you to do it.

And you had been right.

"Nah," Sam made, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You must have misheard her."

Licking your lip, you shook your own head. "No, I know what I've heard."

Sam's brows furrowed, eyes trained on you. "Y/N, I'm sure you just misheard her." he repeated his words softer.

Eyes widening, your mouth was agape. "Sam-" you started, but he cut you off. "No, Y/N-" "Sam!" with a yell of his name and a slam of your hand on the table, you locked eyes, letting your power whir to life.

You could see your own eyes change color in his iris, energy flowing through you, as you forced him to see what you've seen.

Sharon left the building with a smile on her face, radiating confidence. Pulling out her phone she dialed a number, slowly walking further down the steps.

"Start lining up our buyers." she spoke into the phone, seemingly not caring enough to watch her surroundings for anyone listening. "Super Soldiers might be off the menu, but we're about to have full access to government secrets, prototype weapons, you name it. Should be something for everyone."

With that, she left, leaving you speechless.

With a gasp, you let go of Sam's mind, rapidly blinking to get the dry feeling out of your eyes.

Sam stared onto the table, swallowing. His hands trembled slightly, whilst Bucky grew impatient.

"Can I see?" he wanted to know, eagerly leaning forward in his seat. It made you chuckle, despite the dread in your stomach.

Letting Bucky enter your mind, was something different.

You weren't able to control your powers a hundred percent, which would be a risk, when letting someone in. There could be emotions or flashes of memories that could seep through, something you didn't want.

Especially not with him.

You had been in love with him for a while now, but never dared to make a move on it. Not, when he was so far out of your league.

Swallowing, you nodded hesitantly.

Locking eyes with Bucky's blue ones, you let your power come to life again, heart pounding faster.

You showed him the same thing you showed Sam, trying your hardest to concentrate only on the memory of Sharon, nothing else.

Slipping back out of it, you blinked rapidly, whilst Bucky sat frozen in his chair.

Shaking your head, you felt it deep in your chest, slowly making its way up - luckily for you, you had cut the connection already.

It was a memory you cherished deep in your heart, one of your favorites. It was Bucky, smiling happily.

Most of the time his smile didn't reach his eyes, not like it should have. He wasn't as carefree, at least not until he teamed up with Sam.

He was lying on the sofa in Sarah's house, Sam's sister. The kids had been playing with the shield, whilst Bucky was still sleeping on the couch.

You had been sitting at the small coffee table, able to see him, but he wouldn't see you at first glance.

When he woke up, softly calling out to the kids with a smile and a peace, they panicked, putting the shield back into its bag.

It had you smiling into your mug, quietly chuckling, as you sipped your coffee.

His smile was real, beautiful and rare. His eyes sparkled with joy, sunlight catching in them, highlighting the blue of his iris, as he leaned back into the cushions.

It showed the Bucky he was back in the forties, slowly peeling away layer after layer of his hardened shell.

Closing your eyes, you willed the memory away, slowly shaking your head, to get rid of it.

When your eyes opened again, looking back up at Bucky and Sam, Bucky's eyes were glued to your face.

His brows were furrowed, deep in thought. His mouth opened the slightest bit, but it closed again, like a fish.

Your own eyes widened the slightest bit, belly churning, as you realized.

The faint line connecting your minds - it was still there.

Your breathing fastened, fist clenching, as you looked at Sam, trying to come up with something to pull him into a conversation - but your mind was as blank as a wall.

Seriously, now you were able to think of nothing?

Your hands began to sweat, as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears. It was exactly what you had feared to happen, not being able to control it.

Mostly the reason you never really let Bucky enter your mind, fearing what he might find.

"Do you think-" Sam started, but cut himself off with a shake of his head. "That she's the power broker?" you returned, eager to flee into this conversation, but it was over just as fast as it had begun. "Yeah."

Bucky didn't say anything, eyes fixed on his hands that were seated in his lap.

Sam sighed, one hand swiping over his face. He was tired, you could tell. Being the new Captain America wasn't easy.

"Excuse me." you mumbled, standing up, before heading out of the room and towards the bathroom, where you locked yourself in.

You choked on a breath, fighting the tears, but soon losing. How could you be so careless? You should have known it wouldn't end well, letting him enter your mind.

But it would have been suspicious not to show him, either.

You could only hope you'd get out of this unscathed.

_____

Sam cleared his throat in discomfort, fist clenching on the table.

If he hadn't known your memories were true, he would have brushed it off with a laugh. He'd worked with Sharon before, and she never seemed like someone who would turn on her own people.

How long, til she would turn on them?

Eyes lifting, they met the side of Bucky's face. He was quiet, more than usual.

"How can she do this to us, after all we went through?" Sam asked in a mumble, ripping Bucky from his thoughts with a "Huh?".

Brows furrowing, Sam tried to analyze the man he didn't want to call friend, even though he'd become exactly that over the past few weeks.

"What's up with you?" he asked, frown deepening. Sure, Bucky had his moments where his thoughts drifted off, but not like this.

Not when you just basically fled a minute ago.

Bucky shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "I don't know." he gave back, forehead wrinkling in thought.

Hell, if he could only make sense of what he'd seen.

"What happened?" Sam dug deeper, having noticed how long you two had been silent when showing him what you'd seen.

It took longer than he thought needed to.

Bucky wiped over his face.

It was like he switched bodies with you when that memory of yours slipped through. He could feel everything.

Every little emotion.

"I-" Bucky was searching for the right words as he suddenly stood. "Excuse me."

He followed into the direction you'd taken off to, causing Sam to frown even more.

He stopped in front of the bathroom door, softly knocking before the courage could have left him.

"Y/N?" he called out, heart beating unsteady. "Can we please talk?"

You flinched, perched on the toilet seat as you desperately wiped at your face. "Why?" you called out, giving your very best to sound neutral.

You could hear him hesitate, the little sounds that left his mouth that he himself didn't even notice. "Please?" he then just asked, fingers drumming on the door.

You hesitated as well, not sure if you should open the door to face your imminent death of shame.

With a heavy sigh you got up, though, shaky fingers fumbling for the lock, taking a moment longer to unlock it before it was pushed open by Bucky merging into the small bathroom, cramping the space even more.

You stumbled back, colliding with the sink.

"What was that?" Bucky wanted to know, eyes on yours, searching them for anything that gave him an answer. "What?" you gave back, deciding to act dumb.

Maybe he wouldn't notice.

Of course he would, you idiot.

His brows furrowed, a look of confusion and bewilderment crossing his features. "You know exactly what I mean, don't play dumb now, Y/N!" he shot back, not amused.

See?

Told you so.

You swallowed the lump that somehow didn't want to budge, blocking your airways. "I- I don't know." you stuttered out, mentally cursing yourself for being so reckless to let him enter your mind in the first place.

Bucky frowned even more, not sure whether to believe you or not. After all he had felt it, not sure if he really wanted to know, though.

He didn't dare to hope.

You inhaled shakily, trying to force your heart rate down, to calm yourself a little.

Easier said than done.

"Are you sure you don't know?" Bucky pressed, voice tinged with something you couldn't place. "Because I'm sure I didn't imagine what I've seen or felt."

You flinched at that.

He knew, he knew for fucks sake, and there was no way you could have made him believe that it was nothing.

To be fair, you wouldn't have believed yourself, either.

No one would feel immense happiness, content, and warmth just because of a person they saw as a friend.

Come on.

You swallowed, averting your gaze. There was no backing out now, not when Bucky literally blocked the exit with his presence and muscular body.

"You- you felt it." you mumbled, biting your cheek as your cheeks warmed up slightly, gaze glued to the floor.

Bucky huffed, searching for words for a moment. How was he to explain what he felt?

"It- it was like I was back in the forties." he began, licking his lips. "I felt content, happy. And then I saw this... this memory of yours from me. I didn't know you were there, I didn't see you. What does this mean?"

He sounded desperate, and you didn't know whether it was because he didn't want your feelings for him or if it was the exact opposite.

Your name fell from his parted lips when you didn't answer, and had you looked up into his cerulean eyes, you'd seen the desperation, too.

"I can't tell you." you eventually mumbled, biting your cheek raw. "What? Why?" Bucky gave back, eyes widening before he frowned. "Y/N, what does this mean? Please, tell me!"

You looked up at him, your own brows furrowed in a frown.

Why did he want to know so badly?

"You know what it means." you gave back, doing your best not to avoid his gaze this time. His lips parted a fraction before he shook his head. "No." he said. "I want you to say it."

You heart stumbled once more, threatening to burst from the pace it was going at.

Did he want to have something to laugh about? Did he want to make a fool of you?

Swallowing, you shook your head. "No." you breathed out. "I can't."

His gaze hardened slightly, blue irises growing darker. "Say it." he repeated himself, not going to back down.

He'd rather go back to HYDRA than let this opportunity, this chance pass.

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head again. But before you had the chance to decline once more, he said it again, this time louder. "Say it!"

"I have feelings for you!" you blurted out loudly, his agitation causing you to crack and slip up.

Suddenly, the room grew eerily silent, the ringing in your ears blocking out his harsh breathing. His heart was racing way too fast for a man his age, and he forgot how to breathe for a moment.

He had hoped to hear these words, after all they were the only logical explanation, yet he was speechless. Didn't know how to react.

It's never like it is in your dreams.

Especially not when a dream suddenly comes true.

You shrinked back mentally and physically, his lack of response unsettling. It made you more nervous than you already were, hands sweating as you desperately tried to keep your shit together.

Why didn't he say anything?

When you wanted to push past him, and out of the small bathroom, his metal hand wrapped around your wrist. Your sudden movement had broken him out of his stupor, and he simply couldn't just let you go.

Before you knew it, he had tugged you back in front of him, his lips pressing against yours in a searing kiss.

It wasn't gentle, it was hard and rushed, as he tried to somehow tell you what his vocal cords weren't able to at the moment.

You gasped for air, not prepared for being hauled back and kissed breathless like that.

Bucky greedily took the invitation that wasn't one, his tongue pushing inside your mouth, exploring it before it tangled with yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his own around your waist as he tugged you closer.

You tasted sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted in his life.

Gasping for breath he let go of your mouth, eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Don't go." he breathed out shakily, arms wrapping tighter around you like he was scared you'd suddenly vanish if he let go. "Please. There's so much I need to tell you. So please, don't go. I need you, Y/N."

You watched his lashes flutter as he inhaled shakily before his eyes opened. His words had your heart beating faster again, leaving you wanting more.

"What? B-Bucky-" you started, confused because you were so sure he'd reject you.

"No." he cut you off, holding your face in his hands. "I love you."

There it was, out in the open. His most vulnerable moment since HYDRA and he delved into it headfirst. "You have no clue how much I love you, how much these words and these... glimpses mean to me, doll."

You inhaled shakily, every emotion rushing through you at once.

"I just never thought you'd feel the same, deem me worthy of someone as angelic as you."

Your heart ached at his self-deprecating words.

"Bucky," you breathed out his name, shaking your head in his grip. "You're far more worthy than you think you are. You deserve everything good and more."

He grimaced slightly, still not used to being a normal human again. "That's an argument for another time." he said, sending you a crooked smile.

He didn't want to fight right now, not when he much rather wanted to pepper your skin with kisses. And that he did. He kissed everywhere he reached, ignoring your giggles of protest before his lips met yours, silencing you.

It was a feeling that quickly got you addicted.

After a few moments, you broke the kiss, and he placed your head on his chest, inahling your familiar scent.

"Was it intenional?" Bucky wanted to know after a few moments of savoring your warmth, arms circled around you.

It felt really good to hold you like that.

You grimaced slightly. "No, of course not." you gave back. "I can't always control it. Besides, I never thought you'd want me."

"Why?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice as he pulled back slightly to look down at you. "Because I'm weird." you explained, blushing as you averted your gaze. Bucky huffed, using his finger to tilt your chin back up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Baby, weird is my second name." he gave back softly. "Maybe I need a little extra weird."

You wanted to respond something, how you would love to be his extra portion weird, as it suddenly knocked on the door loudly.

"Hurry up, I need to pee!"

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[binmeister]

COULD YOU WRITE A PART 2 TO YOUR TOXIC SAJA BOYS POST?? I NEED TO SEE THEM GENUINELY TWEAK OUT (ohhh esp Baby and Mystery) AFTER LOSING THE READER, MEANWHILE READER IS JUST LIVING HER HAPPY, SINGLE LIFE (without them being in her life whatsoever anymore)🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Toxic - aftermath

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

This one took me a bit longer cause I wasn’t too sure how I wanted to approach it tbh, there are several ways to end it but these are a couple of the ones that I could see happening im not super satisfied but I think I captured what I wanted

Straying from the “reader is thriving” in most of them bc i just wanna focus on how guys felt and highkey believe the reader is taking their time to heal

Continuation from Toxic - some potential make up, some crash outs, please read either part with caution to be safe

CW: May contain dark / mature themes (heavy on the may) - may still he heart breaking may not be - not properly proofread

Jinu

He’d contacted you a couple times after you broke up with him, checking in to see how you’ve been and asking if you’d maybe want to hang out sometime - as friends. You’d given him half hearted responses which gave him hope but then you’d reject his offer to hang out, reminding him in text that it’s better you two don’t meet for a while. Not until the hurt has healed. He says he understands, wants to respect your space even though it contradicts what he actually wants.

He’s on a walk, trying to enjoy the peace of the quiet night but it’s hard when he recounts when he’d be out on these walks with you. Thinking about the first time you confessed to him in the spot he stood now, trying to stammer through your confession as you told him that you understood if he wasn’t interested because you’d be willing to wait for the chance if he ever would be interested. He’s clutching his head at this point as he hears Gwi-Ma’s distorted voice mocking him, telling him he was a fool for believing anyone could love him.

Then Gwi-Ma ups his game and uses your voice against him. Calling him trash, useless, pathetic because you couldn’t love someone like him. A selfish bastard that only cared about himself. He’s keeled over on his knees at this point, hands moving from his head to his chest as he wheezes and tears can’t stop falling from his face as he feels the sear of his patterns surface and he can’t take it. Letting himself crumble completely as he cries out - being forced to feel all the heartache that he’d been pushing off in his hopes that you’d take him back, that you’d love him still because you always did.

You always accepted his flaws even when he pushed you away, you’d give him space and then when he was ready he’d go back to your open arms. You always accepted him back. He just wanted to hear your voice for a second, the only interactions you’d had were through text and it wasn’t helping his mental state. Just once could you say his name again? Lie to him and tell him you loved him?

“Jinu?”

His head cleared, everything that had been screaming and fighting inside disappeared when he felt warm arms wrap around his crumpled form and he froze. He smelt the familiar perfume you wore, the texture of this specific hoodie that you’d stolen from one day because you’d complained you were cold. Neither of you spoke as you held him in your arms, let him continue to cry as his laboured breaths filled the silence and then finally you feel his arms come up and wrap around you in exchange. Gentle, like if he squeezed too tight you’d disappear then and there.

The words were on your tongue, instinctive as you wanted to tell him that you loved him but you bit them back. You couldn’t do that to him again, to yourself. But you stayed until his breathing had calmed down, tears no longer flowing down his face and his patterns had steadily faded as you both held the embrace. When you felt he’d calmed down enough you break the hug and he lets you, even though his mind tells him to hold you tighter so you’d know he still loves you. You don’t smile at him as you lift your hand, wipe away some of his tears with the sleeves of your hoodie and there’s a silent agreement that now isn’t the right time to talk. That the wounds are still too fresh to have a healthy discussion.

So you leave him behind, leave him to pick up the pieces of himself that were left and he doesn’t stop you because you’d given him hope in that call of his name and the embrace you shared.

Abs / Abby

He doesn’t reach out to ask how you are, not for a couple of weeks as he tries his best to learn more about what he did wrong or maybe what he could’ve done better. About why he couldn’t understand you, why you felt like you were vile and then he thinks about all the times you’d peel away from him when he’d offered affection - complaint on your tongue about feeling gross and that he shouldn’t be subjected to your ‘gross body’.

You’d bumped into him when you were out and about and he’s surprised to see you, stares at you because you look healthier. You look happier. You’re flustered, stammering as he finally drops his hands that had steadied you after your collision. He listens to you ramble, the look of pure adoration in his eyes was hard to swallow but this time there’s a part of you that confirms that it’s genuine. That he did mean it when he said he loved you as you were.

“It’s good to see you.” He says sweetly, but you notice the way he hesitates on what he wanted to say. That he missed you. But he doesn’t want to put pressure on you and you can tell he’s changed a little in the time you spent apart.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry for y’know.” You apologised to him, unable to put the words together and you see him shrug a little as if to tell you it’s no big deal and you realise how careful he’s trying to be because he’s watching you closely now. Trying to read and understand you.

He’s shocked when you start crying, apologising through your tears and he pulls you into his arms as he can’t hold himself back any longer and gives you a tight squeeze as his lips press a kiss to the top of your head. Words of encouragement as he admits he missed you but didn’t want to bother you in case you weren’t ready to talk to him. He gets it now that you didn’t break up with him because he did something wrong, you had just felt like you weren’t enough for him so you wanted the space to fix and heal yourself because you were scared you’d bring him down with you.

He’s sure of the fact that he understands you a little better now, so maybe you could try again?

Mystery

He was quiet, he always was but this time it felt lethal. It’d been days since you broke up with him over text and he stares blankly at his phone each day, praying that maybe you’ll send another message to tell him it was a joke. Some twisted little lie that you were put up to do. He can’t bring himself to send a reply, each time he tries to type something he ends up deleting the message and locking his phone again.

It takes him another day before finally he calls you instead of sending a text, waiting for you to pick up because something inside him knows that you will. But you don’t and that shatters his pride as he feels that familiar sense of anguish wash back over him, he tries to leave a voice memo but no sound comes out of his mouth and he lets the call die. Feelings he had forgotten briefly during his time spent with you now heavy on his body as his jaw drops as if to scream but again no sound comes out.

It makes him even angrier as he tries to suppress the rage building in him, knows he’ll break something and he doesn’t want to do that. Doesn’t want that part of him to win because he knows you wouldn’t want that, that you liked him when he was gentle.

He’s shaking barely managing to calm himself down enough to not want to destroy anything, hugging himself and trying to mimic the way you’d rub your hands against him to help relax him when you’d notice he was stressed out. It comforted him slightly but he felt cold, he questioned himself on why he couldn’t speak to you even though you’d asked him so many times and he couldn’t find a reasonable answer.

He’s exhausted as he finally picks up his phone again, fingers shaking as he types you a message, asking if you could meet up and talk if you could spare him the time.

He’s left on delivered.

Romance

Drowns himself in the touch of others, coercing fans to meet him as he takes what he needs from them and discards them after he’s had what little fun he can muster. But it’s empty. Meaningless. He feels disgusted afterwards but he keeps doing it because he needs to convince himself that you needed him more than he needed you. It’d been months of this at this rate, he’d been berated by the others to stop bringing people back to their place so he’s resorted to one night stands scattered around the city - not caring about the scandals that came from it when some fans catch onto what he’s doing.

He indulges in his demonic half, occasionally one of his one night stands becomes another missing person poster and that still doesn’t do it for him. He wants you back as he pictures his next temporary escape from reality to be you instead, whispering sweet lies into their ear even though he wished it was you.

But then he sees you. The real you. You’re with your friends and you look happy, you’re laughing at some dumb joke they’re saying and he stops paying attention to whatever faceless nobody had been trying to get his attention.

His chest aches as he watches you leave, radiant as you ever could be and he quietly accepts that it’s really over.

That he needed you more than you ever needed him.

Baby

He’s barricaded himself in his room one day, the guys hearing the sound of thudding and crashing for hours before it’s silent again and Abby manages to break the lock so they can check in. They assess the damage in the room there’s shattered glass on the floor from when Baby had slammed his phone against the tv hanging on the wall, clothes scattered, books and broken pieces of furniture like a tornado had flown through the room. They finally spot him standing in the middle of all the mess, expression blank and eyes hollow as his demonic form releases - patterns glowing dangerously.

His head is full of violent thoughts, Gwi-Ma progressively upping the volume until he clutches at his skull and spews curses. At Gwi-Ma, at everyone that existed, at you. He thought you hadn’t mattered, that you were easily replaceable once you’d left and refused to contact him anymore. His phone haunts him whenever he instinctively searches up your username, tries to check what you’re doing and he even tries to check your shared games to check for your online status but you’ve unfriended him everywhere. He’d tried to replace you with other fans that were dying to have the crumbs of attention he’d feed them but it didn’t do anything, didn’t fill the space in his life and heart that you left behind as their touch felt vile to him and made his skin crawl.

He wants to hurt something, destroy something else because it feels like nothing matters anymore but then he can hear the soft sound of your voice in between all the screaming in his head telling him that he’s sweeter than he lets off and then he can hear your laugh. For the first time in his demonic existence he wants to cry, wants to scream and tear himself apart because it hurts not having you around. Hurts that you’re not here with him so he can hear you laugh at something stupid he says, hold his hand with your softer one or spend time with him by just being by his side.

There’s whispers in his head telling him he should feast, tear apart the stupid humans that didn’t deserve to live - deserved to be preyed on. But for once he’s distraught because he can’t fathom doing that anymore. His mind conjures images of you, the way you’d cried when you left him and he finally falls to his knees. He finally lets the tears he’s held back for centuries out and just cries, demonic cries echoing in his room as he feels the guys try to comfort him but they don’t know how to.

He hated that he understood now why you were hurting and he hates himself for taking you for granted. You were right about being better off without him, and he hated that he agreed with that statement now.

[honeytonedhottie]

taking control of ur wellness (tips and tricks to be ur healthiest most vibrant you)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✍🏽🌸

you must treat ur body like the temple that it is. love every inch of urself and out of love for urself, take good care of it. in this post we'll explore how to take control of ur wellness and overall take better care of urself from the inside out…💬🎀

THE MAINTENANCE ;

maintaining ur health by taking supplements is something that i do and its made a big difference in my health. because im taking my vitamins and supplements i feel a lot better and i dont get sick often at all.

♡ invest in a cute vitamin box to inspire u to take ur vitamins

i take a daily multivitamin in the morning and at night i take magnesium + D3 because its helped me fix my sleep schedule and just have better quality of sleep. plus its a better alternative to melatonin ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅✍🏽

DISCLAIMER : its crucial for u to do ur own research when it comes to ur health so make sure that u do that before applying anything that u learn on the internet for ur own safety!…💬🎀

♡ chia seed water every morning

make sure that ur not consuming more than 1-2 tbsp of chia seeds a day but i put 2 tablespoons of chia seeds in my water every morning cuz its an amazing source of fiber, and they're rich in omega-3 fatty acids and other vitamins and minerals.

♡ if im experiencing inflammation i'll take some warm water, turmeric and some lemon

♡ chlorophyll water (bonus points if u add a lemon wedge)

chlorophyll is an internal deodorizer! it helps to detoxify the body by binding to and eliminating toxins, heavy metals, and harmful substances. it also helps with skin concerns like acne 💕

♡ dry brushing

dry brushing is something else that i do that has an impact on my health. dry brushing unclogs pores in the exfoliation process. it also helps detoxify your skin by increasing blood circulation and promoting lymph flow/drainage. so not only am i exfoliating for softer more princessy skin, im also promoting my lymph flow and increasing my blood circulation.

THE IMPORTANCE OF HYDRATION ;

i know everyone always talks about how important it is to drink water and its lowkey overdone but its TRUE. water is so SO important. if u have difficulty drinking enough water invest in a cute water bottle with a straw. i say with a straw cuz i feel like personally, im more inclined to drink water if its out of a straw.

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT ;

when ur eating, try focusing on how the food ur eating is making you feel. everyones body responds differently to different foods so by noticing how u feel after eating something, you can have a better idea of what u should continue eating and what u should steer clear of. with that being said, lets get into this section. 🗒️

something else that i wanted to yap about in this section is that there is a difference between restricting urself and self control. eating shouldn't be bringing u anxiety and ur allowed to let urself live. so eat to feel satiated and happy, dont eat to the point where you feel sick and like u can barely move.

something that has helped me be more conscious of what im choosing to fuel my body with is the 80-20 rule. choose the healthier option 80% of the time and the 20% of the time eat yummy pastries and cakes 💕

if ur someone who has difficulty eating vegetables, try cooking them in a different way and seasoning them adequately to make them yummy, masking them in different dishes. OR if that doesnt work for u get ur veggies in smoothies. cuz u gotta get in some fruits and vegetables.

im someone who loves to have a fun drink in the mornings and during the day so i've been super obsessed with making my own smoothies. my smoothie formula is super simple and it has never failed me.

(1-2 fruits + collagen powder/protein powder + almond milk + a bit of honey/maple syrup + ice)…💬🎀

some more wellness drinks and juicing recipes →

♡ apple + lemon + kale + honey + water

♡ grapefruit + lemon + kale + water

ALL ABOUT PROBIOTICS ;

probiotics are the good bacteria that live in your gut, working hard to keep your digestive system balanced and healthy. SO if you’re dealing with bloating, fatigue, or even skin issues, it might be time to show your gut some love.

♡ kimchi

♡ greek yogurt

♡ kefir

♡ pickles

♡ kombucha

MOVING YOUR BODY ;

moving ur body is also super duper important, not only for ur physical well being but also for ur mental wellbeing so make sure that ur getting physical activity every single day.

whether thats going to the gym, stretching, playing a sport, going on walks, dancing etc. there are literally SO many ways that u can move ur body and enjoy urself ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ some things that i like to do to stay active are →

♡ dancing ♡ stretching ♡ jump-roping (my favorite) ♡ walking

the trick to this is using the stair master machine OR if u dont have one in ur gym, u can just go on the treadmill at an incline for like 30 minutes or however long u can, and putting ur hands up to ur head and keeping ur posture straight. aim for at least a 5-10% incline, but you can go higher depending on your fitness level…💬🎀

or ofc u can go on walks with ur pet or ✨hot girl walks✨ and walk while listening to a podcast, literally whatever u prefer.

♡ pilates/workouts that i can follow along with on youtube

a fun way to keep track of the workouts that u consistently do is to make a workout book like i did. that way i can have everything at my fingertips right when i need it 💕🗒️

[afrodisiiac]

mdni. not proofread. quick drabble. happy holidays ❤️.

christmas eve, kento finally came home from a long, hard day working late only to find you, his most insatiable wife, in the living room seated on the plush carpet, right next to the white christmas tree and fireplace with a red ribbon tied around your well-endowed breast with a neat bow in the front, the ends of the bow flowing down the middle of your exposed belly. you paired the bow with a red, lace, crotchless victoria secret thong. next to you sat a can of whipped cream and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. kento drinks in the erotic sight splayed before him with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“merry christmas, ken. you get to open one gift tonight… i chose out the one for you,” you speak, your tone seductive as you wave your hand up and down your body with a sly smirk across your juicy lips. you look up at him with a sultry gaze as he approaches your awaiting figure by you all’s beautifully decorated christmas tree that is adorned with a plethora of wrapped gifts.

“you are going to be the death of me darling,” he chuckles as he shakes his head.

it doesn’t take long for him to unwrap his gift; work clothes abandoned and tossed across the living room, your ribbon now being used to tie your hands behind your back as your ass is now arched into the air while kento uses your super convenient thong as an anchor to slam you back onto his overwhelming large length, your plump ass rippling with each connection of his hips to your backside. the tip of his shaft deliciously making out with the top of your cervix, resulting in you screaming out in complete bliss as he continues to ravish you from behind.

“nooo, honey. this is what you wanted right??? take it. take all of this dick, sweetie. being such a haaa fuckk- good little slut for me mmmf.” he coos sweet, degrading nothings as he takes you from behind in the most filthy way possible. with your hands tied behind your back, you cant do anything but continue to take what he gives you.

his thrusts became slower and begin to push deeper into you, his cock perfectly massaging that spongy spot against your velvety walls.

“fu-fu-fuck! oh, baby you so deep b-baby. oooo fuck! im gonna c- ohhhhh fuckkkk…” your words cut off by your moans and the lewd sounds of your sopping pussy taking every pump that he gives it.

he leans his muscular frame over your back, reaching down and pulling you up by your head, holding onto your hair and throat as he talks directly into your ear, his tone is filled with nothing but lust and dominance.

“uh uh, princess… talk to me. tell me what you want so i can give you what you need, baby.” his hips digging into your backside as he pushes deeper inside of you, keeping his same slow & antagonizing rhythm. ken smirks against your ear as he continues digging inside you, knowing that this rhythm is what will push you over the edge. the sound of your and his current union acts as background music to the loud sounds of your voice letting off sweet pleas into the air.

“gonna cum, baby- oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ohhh!” your declaration cut short as your orgasm takes over you, your stomach muscles tightening as your pussy flutters around his veiny length. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you get lost in your very intense orgasm, a small bit of clear liquid leaking out of your pussy onto the inside of your thighs and down kento’s pelvis as he prolongs your orgasm with his punishing slow stroke while he also talks you through your orgasm, worshipping you for how much of a good cocksleeve you are being for him. once you start to come down from your high a small bit, you are immediately dragged back up into it, moaning his name repeatedly like a sultry mantra as he picks up his speed, fucking you into overstimulation for a bit more. your gummy walls eagerly suctioning him inside as he drives into your snug pussy mercilessly before quickly pulling out of you, hastily flipping you onto your back and fisting his dick one, two, three more times before he shoots out his milky ropes of hot cum onto your body, landing upon your beautiful face and breast, as he lets out a primal growl of ecstasy while he undergoes his own orgasm.

as you breathe heavily and start to properly come down from your high, your eyes drift up to the clock that hangs above your fireplace, seeing that it is now 12:38am… christmas day.

“oh! merry christmas, baby” you softly say with a sweet smile upon your plump lips as you look up into your husband’s eyes.

“merry christmas, my love” ken replies, leaning down to softly peck your lips before laying his body down in between your legs. the warmth from the fireplace keeping you all comfortable as you lay on the plush carpet in your living room.

finally, ken breaks the comfortable silence and heavy breathing that filled the living room, “cmon, lets get cleaned up so we can put on our matching pajamas and open our presents,” he calmly says as he pushes himself off the floor, helping you up as he does so.

hope yall enjoyed that!! merry christmas, my loves! here’s just a little something to hold yall over for the holidays. I LOVE YOU GUYS! THANK YOU FOR 300 NOTES AND 250 FOLLOWERS AHHHH!!❤️

[the-original-skipps]

|| When You Reject Their Confession. || Blue Lock Reactions ||

i really do like my angst so might as well im super open if anyone has any suggestions on what you wanna see them react to next also really sorry about chigiri's part im not 100 percent happy with how i wrote it

cw: angst. heartbreak. resentment/hate. self deprecation in nagi's part. overall sad vibes.

Isagi Yoichi. Bachira Meguru. Chigiri Hyoma. Nagi Seishiro. Itoshi Rin. Itoshi Sae.

"I'm sorry but I can't return your feelings."

❥ Isagi could feel his heart shattering on the spot. Feeling as if something is pulling him down underwater. His chest feels tight, it feels hard to breathe. You probably saw how his face fell at your words. How embarrassing. Isagi does his best to rise to the surface as he pushes this undeniable pain aside to reassure you. Even when you dealt a heavy blow to him, seeing you look so guilty and worried for him still brings him pain too.

Very fiber of his being is resisting his command to smile. To put on a reassuring smile that could wipe off that sad look off your face. Oh, what you said earlier? It's fine, don't worry about it. It can't be helped if you don't return his feelings. It doesn't bother him! It does. He wants nothing more to sink into the depths again but for now he has to bring back your smile.

"I-It's okay, I'm fine! I'm fine..."

❥ Bachira's immediate reaction is to burst into laughter. Good one, you got him good! He tells you as he calms down from his fit of laughter. Only when you don't laugh along does the truth slowly settle within him. He feels his stomach drop. Oh, you meant it.

Bachira feels as if a tidal wave had swallowed him whole, he sees your mouth moving but he can't hear the words you're saying. Everything just feels so numb. He puts on a smile, brushing off your apologies - telling you that it's alright. Even when you turn around and leave he finds himself rooted to the spot. His hand that was previously waving you goodbye suspended in the air. Only when he's sure you're no longer within earshot do the tears start to flow.

"I guess we're better off alone, huh?"

❥ Chigiri is quick to put on a small smile. He can sense that you feel incredibly guilty for rejecting him. You should, you should feel guilty a voice in his mind nags him. The red head does his best to push those thoughts away. He feels the urge to twirl a stand of his hair, a nervous habit of his but he resists. He doesn't want to show any kind of weakness in front of you.

He teases you that you'd get wrinkles with how hard you're frowning. That is what he tells himself to keep himself from frowning too. Chigiri does his best to act like his usual self. Biting his tongue back from the sarcasm that threatens to leave his lips. Bitter. It all just tastes so bitter. He'll put up with it just until you leave.

"Smile, that look on your face doesn't suit you."

❥ Nagi just stands still for a moment staring at you blankly. He just remains silent to he point it's making you nervous until you see him nodding slowly. As if he's just now comprehending your words. Nagi doesn't say much afterwards, only replying with a few words as he normally does. It's as if the earlier situation didn't happen at all.

Everything just feels numb, there's a ringing in his ear but he chooses to ignore it. He casually waves goodbye and only when you're out of sight does his arm lifelessly drop. Of course, you'd reject him. He's nothing more than lazy scum who barely manages to take care of himself. You probably see him as nothing more than a nuisance. It's nothing new. He should be used to it by now. Nagi finds himself letting out a sigh.

"What a hassle."

❥ Rin looks unbothered by your words. However, if you look closer you would have noticed the twitch of his eye. His lips curling into a deeper frown. His hands itching to be clenched into fists but he holds himself back. Rin could burn a hole through you with how hard he's staring at you. He doesn't say anything else, wanting you to hurry up and disappear from his sight.

Only when he knows you're gone, does he run a hand through his hair in exasperation. Wanting nothing more right now than to kick a soccer ball far far away. Hoping that these awful feelings would disappear along with it. It was stupid idea to begin with. One that reminds him of the naivety of his past self he never wants to be again. Dammit. Curse you, for making him feel this way.

It's all your fault.

"Damn this...!"

❥ Sae doesn't even bat an eyelash. A blank expression on his face even when you apologize to him. He retains the picture of calm and collected as if you've just told him that the weather today is nice. Sae doesn't say anything, only responding with a single "okay". Following it up by announcing that he's leaving. He's done what he's come here to do - there's no reason to stay any longer than necessary.

With each step he takes walking away from you, he feels his heart getting heavier and heavier. He looks unbothered but in his mind, all that he could think about are your words - repeating over and over again. Briefly wondering if the outcome could have been different, if he had done something else. He's quick to dismiss the thought. It's weak and unpleasant. Sae doesn't want to admit that it bothers him way more than it should.

"What a waste of time."

[theshunbun]

Hi~ I also an artist and I've been follow you for a while. Know you since the time you draw cute drawing to sexy adorable girl with positive messages >vO I love reading them, thank you for always bring on positive, happy messages on my new feed ❤️

And I surprise how can you draw 3 pieces everyday, that's so fast >o< I wish I can draw fast like that. I feel like drawing human like you draw now it's very hard (the anatomy is my weakness >^< your drawing is so good). I wonder how much time you spend in a day for drawing? Does your main job is being a fulltime artist?

Hey hey! 😊 First off, thank you so much for your kind words! 💖💖💖 It really means a lot to hear that my art brings some positivity to your feed ;w; That’s exactly what I aim for, so knowing it resonates with you makes me super happy! 🥹💕

As for drawing three pieces a day, phew, it definitely took me time to build up that speed! At first, I was way slower like my energy level is very low, but with consistently getting my mind into the work mode, I found ways to streamline my process. Over time, I got better at simplifying certain details, trusting my instincts, and letting go of perfectionism when it wasn’t needed. Some days, I can knock out art fast, and other days, I take my time like if i have a commission so dont stress about speed! It naturally improves as you keep drawing fr. ✨

But I totally get you on anatomy being a challenge! It’s honestly one of those never-ending learning curves for me, and I still study and refine my approach even tho my proportions are wayyy off and make no sense. The best trick I’ve found is focusing on flow rather than stiff details, if it feels good to me then I will go ahead with it, I know ill never be 100% all the time but I do fin that gesture drawing helps a ton 💖

As for time spent drawing daily, ehh it varies, but I’d say anywhere from several hours to the whole day depending on what I’m working on. Some pieces come together quickly like within an hour (When im livestreaming my work on youtube), while others take longer. I’m always juggling that balance really

And yes, at this point, I do consider myself a full-time artist! It’s a mix of art commissions, social media content things, and other projects like the Tato TTRPG and rpg maker game that keep me going. It’s a lot of work, but I love it, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything! That said, it’s totally okay to take things at your own pace whether you’re full-time or just making art for fun, what matters most is that you enjoy the process. its a thing im still learning 💕

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Muscle Memory : Chapter Six

Pairing: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS Restaurant Owner Bucky Barnes x Cardiac Surgeon Female Reader Alternate Universe

Summary: In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything. sorry its so vague just don't want to give too much away!

Word Count: 2.8k+

Chapter Warnings: Starts off super fluffy and nice then dips into - Emotional abuse & gaslighting , alcohol consumption , psychological trauma , victim-blaming , verbal threats/degradation , physical violence , mental health topics.

A/N: hey everyone! a new chapter in only two days eee. This one is a pretty rough one im sorry :( but this story does have a happy ending and i promise i will not steer you wrong! i hope you enjoy and take care of yourselves 💖

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If there was one thing that didn't change from the time Y/N knew Wanda Maximoff growing up to knowing her now , was that she was truly incapable of—no matter how she tried—keeping things especially parties small.

So , as the countdown to her and Vision's wedding crept closer and closer , it was inevitable that she'd find an excuse to throw a dinner party.

Not that anyone in their group minded. Especially not when it was hosted in this house.

Wanda and Vision’s place was an architectural day dream , a blend of sleek modern lines softened by vintage details. French styled windows framed the setting sun , and the interior glowed in amber hues. 

The walls were adorned with old and new framed book pages and antique sconces , one room effortlessly flowing into the next. 

An already pre prepared nursery sat quietly off to the right of the upstairs hall , already painted in soft sage and brown tones with a mobile of little animals and characters swaying in the air from the cool breeze of an open window. 

The library across from it was cozy , all dark reddish wood and muted velvet chairs , the air carrying hints of cedar and the waft of old novels. 

The dining room—well , the dining room was the crown jewel of the home: a long hand carved and made rustic table lit with strung lights and flickering floating candles in water-filled mason jars that adorned the table top , the exquisite centerpiece was made of freshly picked eucalyptus and peonies from Wanda’s garden.

It was intimate. Warm and familiar.

When arriving Y/N sat near the middle of the long table , Tyler right at her side arm tucked behind her back or snug to her waist , her hand clenched under the table in his too-tight grip he currently had on her. His palm hadn’t loosened once since they got in the car to head this way.

Directly cross from her sat Bucky. Sam and Inaya had taken their seats beside him , with Clint and Laura next down the lavish table. 

Everyone was deep in their own conversation , it bled into wedding talk , honeymoon destinations and plans and now a friendly dessert table debate.

Wanda , was in a soft black spring dress with a soft gray cardigan draped over her frame standing with an expensive wine bottle in one hand and a dish towel in the other , laughed as Vision brought over the last plate of food announcing:

“No one touch the roasted potatoes just yet,” she said firmly. “They need exactly four minutes to rest or I'll put a spell on you.”

That drew a collective laugh from all ends of the table and room.

Y/N smiled at the joke raising her glass and took a slow long sip of her wine.

If she was being honest , she didn’t even like the taste of wine. Not really. It was too dry and not her usual pick. But it gave her something to do with her hands that kept from making her cuticles bleed by her nervous picking. 

And the warmth it provided dulled the thrum of anxiety in her belly and veins that came with being seated at the same table as Bucky Barnes—with Tyler right next to her.

Bucky , for his part , had also loosened up with a glass of the red lquid. He rarely ever drank—ever cautious of his actions and , ever in control—but something about the mood , the dim flickering lights , the hum of shared memories made it feel safe to have a few sips or maybe a few glasses. 

Just for tonight , he told himself.

At some point during the chatter of lifelong friends and their spouses , the conversation had shifted. 

The newlyweds-to-be were asked about their honeymoon plans or if there were any.

“We’re going to Sicily ,” Wanda smiled , practically glowing as she leaned on Vision. 

“We found a tiny villa , no WiFi or distractions , just sun and lemon trees and Vision shirtless on a beautiful beach.”

Vision smiled modestly blushing at his soon to be wife's comment. “She makes it sound way better than it will be.”

“I don’t know about that Vision,” Inaya said , resting her chin on her hand. “I think it sounds like pure bliss and heaven.”

Sam groaned leaning back in his seat. “When can we go back to Europe again?”

“When someone gets a passport that hasn't been way expired,” she teased , “-and when that same someone doesn't keep leaving a child in my uterus.” 

Y/N laughed loudly with the group at that. 

Her head was beginning to feel a little light , her cheeks warm with that wine buzz. 

She wasn't drunk—yet—but she was definitely tipsy , her tongue was  looser, her chest less tight and angry. 

She’d poured herself a second full glass before the first was even fully empty.

Across the table , Bucky had started the conversation now ,  recounting and recalling the time they’d tried to build his family pet ,  a dog house together when they were about fourteen.

“No joke ,” he said , lifting his fork from his plate with emphasis, “she tried to nail the boards into a piece of wood that was warped and wasn’t even remotely usable.”

“I was testing the materials ,” Y/N defended herself , giggling.

“You then hit your finger with the hammer stumbling backwards landing right on your butt and screamed,” Bucky added, teasing her more and more, “but the only thing you broke was the sandwich you’d hidden from me in your back jeans pocket.”

Sam snorted. “Wait , she…you had a sandwich in your pocket?”

Y/N was full-on belly laughing now thanks to her lightheadedness and ease. “I always had snacks on me , okay? You can’t build memories on an empty stomach.”

The group laughed loudly with her. Even Wanda half in the conversation half , refilling glasses and snacking on roasted almonds , chuckled at her friend.

Tyler , however, sat utterly quiet.

Not smiling. Not speaking.

Almost seeming invisible.

The laughter around the table continued , flowing freely like the wine that was endless. 

Every shared story seemed to stretch back into a time when things were easier. When love didn’t quite hurt. When home wasn’t as dangerous.

Bucky noticed it. 

How Y/N leaned into those memories like a lifeline gripping onto them , her eyes brighter , her body and guard down and  looser. 

Her smile was more real than he’d seen in the weeks she had been back.

She looked at him across from the table , once or twice , longer than necessary but shorter than they both wanted.

 The kind of looks and glances old friends shared. 

The kind that said we’ve been through it. The kind that asked: Do you still remember who and how I am?

He did.

Of course he did.

She was still his girl , the one with the broken sandwich and scraped bloody knees , the one who memorized the stars and used sarcasm like armor. Even if she'd forgotten herself in the mirror Tyler made her use , he hadn’t. 

He couldn’t.

At one point, Bucky quietly pushed , sliding the cheese platter a little closer to her , seeing there were only a few of the smoked gouda slices left , knowing it was her favorite. 

She didn’t say thank you , didn’t need to. 

Their eyes met with a glowing smile on both of their faces. 

That was enough.

And Tyler had caught right on it.

More wine was of course poured. Someone—probably Vision turned on soft jazz as it flowed through the house speakers. 

Dessert was offered and greatly accepted—mini chocolate tortes topped with cold fresh whipped cream.

Eventually , after Sam and Inaya said their goodbyes with Inaya having an early shift in the morning , and Sam , of course, insisted on escorting her out –they moved to the living room and started a simple game of cards. 

Something easy. Something casual. Fun.

Y/N was perched and settled on the couch legs tucked up underneath her , Tyler beside her , Bucky across parallel to the coffee table. 

The others fanned out around the room with drinks and some still with dessert still in hand.

 It was lighthearted , a little loud, and full of teasing jabs about who cheated at Uno and who hoarded all the wild cards.

But then as Clint placed a green four card…Y/N dropped Tyler’s hand.

She hadn’t even realized she’d done it. Her laughter from Bucky’s sarcastic comment about Clint’s bad hand still hung in the air when she just… let go.

Maybe it was her tipsy comfort. Maybe it was instinct clawing.

But the absence of her hand in his did not go unnoticed.

His grip had been controlling and sweaty. And when she let go, dropping it on the table in front of the others , that loss of the ownership he felt was everything.

Tyler’s jaw tightened hard, grinding his jaw. His hand found her bare thigh under the table and clamped down roughly , thumb pressing against the soft skin near her knee bruising the supple flesh there.

Y/N winced. Her back stiffened and jolted slightly.

And in that second—the laughter and safety faded from her eyes.

She tried to breathe normally. To smile. But the look Tyler gave her as she glanced from his grip on her to his gaze… it was the look of a man who would not forget this. 

Would not forgive it.

She felt instantly sick.

Across the table , Bucky's gaze sharpened , the mirth in his features cooling instant.

He’d seen the subtle wince. The flicker of fear.

His grip on his cards in hand tightened.

When finishing the game after many , many long hectic rounds everyone began to bid their goodbyes , Tyler practically dragged Y/N out by her elbow the moment people were busy picking up and walking out. Not even allowing her to say goodbye to her friends.

The car ride home was deathly silent. Eerie.

The kind of silence that screamed without a word having to be spoken. 

That familiar eeriness clawed at her and made every mile on the way home stretch into an eternity.

She sat still , her body rigid and tight in the passenger seat. 

Her fingers trembled, shaking in her lap , curled twisting tightly together. 

She didn’t dare speak. Not with the way Tyler was gripping the wheel and in control of the moving vehicle , white-knuckled ,  his jaw locked and twitching under his skin. 

The muscle tick in his temple pulse and pounded in time with the rage she could feel radiating off him like a heatwave.

The second they turned into the driveway , her breath hitched.

She already knew , and accepted. Braced herself.

She didn’t need the slamming of the car door or the quick , pounding footsteps up the front porch to tell her this night would not end quietly.

As soon as she stepped inside their home anc kicked her shoes off closing the door behind her, it began.

“You think I didn’t see you?” Tyler’s voice snapped like a whip. “You think I’m stupid?”

She flinched at his voice , recoiling slightly as he tossed his keys onto the table so hard they slid off and clattered to the floor. 

He was already pacing , hands gesturing wildly , words slurred just enough to show how much wine he’d also taken in. He definitely shouldn't have been driving.

“You were laughing. Laughing with him like I wasn’t even there,” he spat voice breaking. “You embarrassed me.”

“I wasn’t—Tyler, I wasn’t trying to—”

“Oh, don’t give me that innocent pathetic act now,” he snarled , getting in her face , breathing on her nose as she closed her eyes tight. 

“You were all over him with your stupid giggling and whispering and touching.”

“I didn’t touch him,” she said quickly trying to use her voice to soothe the storm beginning to spin out of control.

 “I was just being friendly. You know I haven’t seen Bucky in years , I was just catching up. That’s all.”

“Liar!” he roared.

Her knees buckled slightly at the volume. “Please… please don’t—”

He grabbed her by the wrist so fast she didn’t have time to react or move. 

“You don’t tell me what to do. You don’t get to act like some flirtatious little slut in front of all our friends and then lie to my face!”

“I wasn’t—” she tried , her voice cracking , the panic rising fast now, crawling up her throat like bile as hot tears pooled in her eyes. “I didn’t—Tyler, please—”

“You love him , don’t you?” he hissed then began to laugh dryly.

“That’s what this is. You’ve always loved him. You’ve never stopped. You were thinking about him the whole time we were there werent you. Every time you smiled, it was for him wasn't it…..”

“WASN'T IT?!” He shoved her hard , sending her backwards.

She hit the wall with a sickening thud , her shoulder scraping against the sharp edge of the doorframe and the picture above fell and shattered at her feet.

“Tyler!” she gasped , pain shooting down her back and head.

He stalked forward , his face twisted in pure fury. 

“You’re mine. Mine. You hear me? You’re lucky someone like me even wants you. You think he’d take you back after knowing what you’ve become?”

“I didn’t do anything—” she sobbed , trying to push herself up slipping on glass as it dug into her palms.

“You’re disgusting ,” he snapped. “God , you make me sick. Don’t forget who takes care of you. Don’t forget who loves you. No one else will. Not after finding out what you are.”

Her head spun , vision blurring with tears as they poured down her cheeks.

“I love you,” he said sharply , grabbing her jaw in his hand. “Say it back.”

She didn’t. Couldn’t just cry out sobbing, turning into an almost wheeze.

“SAY IT BACK!”

“…I love you,” she whispered , barely audible. 

Not because it was true—but because she was so and entirely afraid of him at that moment. 

He stared at her for a long moment scoffing as she kneeled before him.

Then he dropped his grip and stepped back like nothing had happened.

“I’m going to bed,” he muttered. “Don’t follow me.”

She didn't look up ; she stayed still on the floor, chest heaving.

The pain was spreading out now , her back , her shoulder , her cheek. 

She wasn’t sure where she’d been hurt the worst. Her body? Her heart? Mind?

Everything just ached.

The silence after he left was impossibly louder than his screams had ever been.

She curled in on herself on the living room floor , her sobs barely making it past her throat. Her hand trembled as she reached for the throw blanket on the couch and pulled it down , wrapping it around herself.

And somehow, the worst part wasn’t even the pain , the blood or anything remotely physical.

It was the guilt.

Guilt that clung to her skin like lingering cigarette smoke. 

Because she’d laughed with Bucky. Because she’d let herself forget—just for a moment—what her life really was. Because when he looked at her like she was still someone worth caring about , she’d wanted to believe it.

She hated him–Bucky for it.

Because it made this hurt more. He had tricked her.

Her fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushion as she dragged herself up , slowly , gingerly , her body sore and heavy. 

She winced feeling the glass in her knees and hands but just brushed off whatever she could off her skin and laid down pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders , knees drawn to her chest.

She cried for a long time. Her voice was raw and missing.

And when she couldn’t cry or wince anymore , when her throat was gravelly and her face sticky flooded with tears , she stared at the ceiling fan as it spun.

As Tyler’s voice fills her mind.

“You’re mine.”

“No one else will love you.”

“He doesn’t want you.”

“He never did.”

And the worst part was—Some part of her believed it.

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𝒜 Surprise For The Winner °❀.ೃ࿔*

pairing: jaehyun x gn!reader wc: 1.4k words warnings: fake written texts, use of emojis, bss mentioned

"but you're here, that's the thing"

Uni has been taking a toll on you; all those tests, those projects you have to do and finish until the end of the semester was a lot, you barely had time to breathe. Hanging out or at least having some quality time with your boyfriend? Not even in your sweetest dreams.

Jaehyun was also busy, his usual activities plus comeback activities were no joke. You were always texting Jaehyun when you could, but he would only text you back when he was free, which was never when you were also free.

However, even with your busy routine, you had always stopped everything you were doing just to watch Jaehyun on M Countdown, and this time it wasn’t different.

You were watching your boyfriend, Hanbin and Sohee beginning to talk about who group was going to win that night. His group’s new single, If I Say I Love You, or BSS’ title track of their comeback, CBZ.

You held your pillow so tightly like you if you let it go you’d die as you started to pray to every entity that came to your mind for a BOYNEXTDOOR’s win. You knew how much the boys worked hard for it and they deserved as much as the other group.

When you heard “BOYNEXTDOOR!” and saw on the screen a clip of their music video you shouted from happiness and stood up on the couch, jumping like a little kid.

“YES! YES! YEEEEEEEESSSS!” Your shouts were so loud that your neighbors were probably stunned (and pretty annoyed as well) by how loud your voice could be.

You started to look around for your phone like a mad man, your eyes landing on it when you glanced at the dinner table. In a matter of seconds, you had your phone in hands, if the Flash saw you, he would definitely believe that he wasn’t the only one with super speed abilities.

You: KDBSJZBDSKBDSJAAAAAAAAH You: MY LOVE CONGRATULATIONSNSNAAKSNKSAM You: OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND THE BOYS You: I LOVE U SO MUCH You: IM SORRY I CANT CELEBRATE YOUR WIN WITH YOU FOR NOW ))))): You: I SWEAR ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU LATER You: IM SO PROUD SO HAPPY I THINK I MIGHT DIE RN BYE

You threw your phone on the table once again and ran towards the TV to watch him giving his speech, but your vision was starting to get blurry as tears started to form in your eyes.

Seeing him holding that award made you recall all the times you woke up early in the morning with late night texts from Jaehyun telling you that he was finally leaving his company and going to his dorm. Sometimes when you were waking up he was on his way home.

A feeling of excitement and pride filled your heart and your whole body. The tears weren’t threatening to fall anymore, they were flowing down like a waterfall as you sang along with Jaehyun while holding the pillow against your chest.

After all that emotional energy, you were already making your night routine to go to bed. You couldn’t lie, you were feeling sad about not being able to celebrate Jaehyun’s win with him or even having the time to wait for him being finally free to talk to you on the phone. However, you knew that he would understand you, how couldn’t he if he was always the first to make sure you’re prioritizing your studies (and also your well-being) and reassuring you that he didn’t mind that you were busy with university work and had a small amount of time to spend with him?

The sound of birds chirping and the feeling of the sunlight shining on your face, making it warmer like you were hiding your face in the crook your boyfriend’s neck made you wake up, your arm already reaching for your phone to see if Jaehyun texted you back. Your lips curled up in a smile when you saw the notifications.

Love of my life 💝: HEYYYY LOVE Love of my life 💝: THANK YOUUUU ILYSM Love of my life 💝: IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY I CRIED FOR LIKE 30MIN OR SO?? Love of my life 💝: i wish you here with me tho :/ but its okay! i can wait, your studies dont Love of my life 💝: i know you have test today, so good luck with it!!! youre gonna do great :) Love of my life 💝: have a good day and text me when u can. love u always ;) ❤️

You quickly texted him back and made your way to the bathroom to do your morning routine before going to your uni. Jaehyun’s words always calmed you down on test days, it was like he could take away your anxiety with such a simple text, but a text that hold so many good emotions.

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You: guess who finally has time to spend with their boyfie? Love of my life 💝: OH MY GOD FINALLYYYY I WAS GOING CRAZY WITHOUT YOU You: HAHAHAHAHA same here!!! Love of my life 💝: so where are we going 2night? i found a really cool place with sanghyeok when we were walking around the city You: that sounds nice! but would you mind coming to pick me up? i want to spend as much time as i can with you 😞 Love of my life 💝: you dont even have to ask me twice! gonna pick you up at 8PM ;)

It was the seventh time that you fixed your hair while waiting for Jaehyun to come. It has always been like this, you would always be anxious about how you look after spending a few days, even weeks, without seeing your boyfriend. Deep down, you knew that, even if you were dressed up just like Shrek, he would find you attractive either way, but anxiety always got the best of you.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door, revealing Jaehyun with a huge smile on his face and holding a small, yet beautiful bouquet.

“Woah, you look amazing!” His smile somehow grew bigger as he handed you the bouquet. “White orchids. They symbolize 'I miss you', ‘cause I missed you so much.”

You smiled, took the bouquet and hugged him, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him closer. “I missed you too. Missed you like it’s been a year since we saw each other.” Jaehyun sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting him feel your warmth and the safety that your hug gives him.

“I have a surprise for you,” you broke the hug. “Come in, I’m going to grab it.”

Jaehyun sat on the couch and saw you disappear in your bedroom. “You know, you didn’t have to surprise me.”

“But I wanted to!” You shouted before going back to the living room holding two baskets, the twoo full of snacks and soft drinks. “The bigger one is for you and the smaller is for the boys, a little gift for winning the M Countdown. I might be a bit biased, tho.” You chuckled and placed the baskets on the coffee table.

Jaehyun’s mouth was wide open and he took a look at the baskets. The bigger one had literally all of his favorite snacks and soft drinks and the smaller one had a lot of snacks that the boys loved. He looked up at you and held you in a tight hug.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

You leaned back to face him and you couldn’t hold back, he was so beautiful at that moment, your lips met his in a soft kiss. Jaehyun didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, placing his hands on your hips and caressing your covered skin with his thumbs as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

“Gosh, I love you so much,” he admitted as he broke the kiss, his lips still hovering over yours. “I’m so grateful to have you, to call you mine.”

“I love you too, more than you could ever imagine.”

You pecked his lips a few times, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you did so. “Now let’s go to that place you want to take me to. You can grab the baskets when you walk me home.”

“Anything my darling wants,” he pecked your cheek and placed his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s go, you’re gonna have the night of your life. I promise.”

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hello!!!! Izuku x foreigner!reader? Maybe shes on vacation or a temporary foreign exchange student for a semester? Anyways, I love the trope of cultural confusions, like immediately calling Izuku, ‘Izuku’ upon meeting him, which of course makes him flustered and stuff like that! If it’s not something you’re interested in writing all good, thank you regardless!! :)

an: hi! of course im interested in writing this for you! if it’s something you’d like to see im more than happy to do it for you! i just hope it is up to your standards!! i did a one shot if thats alright, but if you would like a longer story, just let me know!! i absolutely love this trope as well! to be completely honest, i love tropes that aren’t all the way dramatic! some calm and collected things are nice every once in a while:). but anyyyyyway, i hope you all enjoy!!!

parings: izuku midoryia x foreigner! female! reader

tags/warnings: foreigner! female! reader, pure rotten fluff

i had such a fun time writing this! i hope you enjoy it really!!!

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you had been in japan for sometime, and just recently got out and about. you had decided to come by yourself on a small vacation proving that you could do things on your own! needless to say, it was stressful. you had no idea where you were going, and nearly tripped and tumbled over everything. about to give up thinking you were a loss cause, is when you met izuku.

he was super understanding, and decided to help you as much as he could! you had never been more grateful. once you had settled into the place you were staying, you decided to ask for his number. to keep in touch! you didn’t know how long you were going to be here, and it’d be nice to have someone that was familiar with the place.

he politely accepted, moving his slender fingers along the key pad. saying his goodbyes, you looked down seeing his contact name.

‘izuku midoriya.’

you couldn’t help but smile. despite only meeting him today, you knew you two would hit it off. the conversations flowed easily after that. yet you immediately fell asleep the first day you got there.

that leads you here! getting ready for a small get together with izuku and his friends. you hated to admit it, but you were most definitely nervous. you re-read the message he had sent you one last time.

‘dress casual:).’

the idea was to get some food, maybe a dessert, than apparently a firework show was going on later that night. trying to bite back your smile, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror. completely ignoring the mess on your bed from your suitcase. that was a problem for future y/n.

your nerves didn’t settle. especially when the frantic knock was heard on your door. grabbing your bag, you opened it.

greeted with the same green haired man you had spoken to for some time, a smaller girl with a somewhat bob, a taller figure with red/white hair, and finally a slender woman with a black ponytail. they all greeted you warmly introducing themselves accordingly.

ochaco uraraka.

shoto todoroki.

momo yaoyorozu.

they all had unique names, you had to admit.

the evening carried on perfectly. everyone seemed to be extremely happy and relaxed around you. they told you about the city they were from, showing you the famous sights, showing you their favorite foods, and even where they had all went to high school. to say you were star struck was an understatement. feeling somewhat envious of where they were from.

as you leaned against the railing over a body of water, you couldn’t help but sigh as the wind blew your hair. the others getting ice cream, or so you thought. you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

“how’re you liking it?”

you were met by a pair of enchanting green eyes. you couldn’t help but smile.

“it’s gorgeous here. you guys are extremely lucky to live here.”

you seemed a little melloncollie, to which he leaned on the railings beside you.

“i’m sure it’s beautiful where you’re from.”

he smiled at you, bumping your shoulder softly. he seemed to have a playful demeanor about him. you scoffed jokingly, slapping his shoulder.

“thank you, izuku. i appreciate you for, y’know, showing me everything.”

you would’ve thought you hit him straight in the gut from the way he reacted. he began coughing, his eyes blowing wide, and cheeks flushing a bright red color.

“h-huh?!”

you patted his shoulder.

“did-did I say something wrong?”

thinking the worst case scenario. that’s all the flooded your mind. he shook his head, cheeks still red from what seemed to be embarrassment.

“n-no! you didn’t do anything wrong! i just, didn’t expect you to say my first name.”

you cocked a brow, slightly confused.

“was i… not supposed to..?”

izuku laughed. a boyish sound, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“no, no it’s okay. really.”

you didn’t have time to question him anymore, before the rest of your group surrounded the two of you, and as soon as the fireworks started your eyes faltered on the gloomy sky, only for it to be lit up with different colors. the crowds went wild, but you? you were content. comfortable. safe. you felt even safer when your head rested on izukus broad shoulder. maybe this little trip was worth it after all.

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Multi-Character x Birthday! Reader

warnings; me hating getting older T^T characters; percy jackson, connor stoll, annabeth chase, + leo valdez author's note; it's that time of year again where i grow up and absolutely DREAD IT. but ! writing this for the sheer joy of it all🩷 my birthday is actually tmrw i just wanted to post this earlier.. may write smth else for the day of.. side note - percy's was sorta based on things im doing for my birthday this year !

PERCY JACKSON -

OOOOO HE LOVES YOUR BIRTHDAY SO MUCH !

like genuinely, he's plotting his moves 5 months in advance !

he usually makes you gifts rather than buying them bc he's a broke high schooler(me too)

not the best crafter in the world, but it's the thought that counts right ?

he also brings you a bouquet of flowers that the Demeter cabin gave to him exclusively for you !

however, if you already have plans then he's 1000% on board !!

oh your going to a Yankees game ? he's already decked out in a jersey and cap. your going to a broadway show ? he's learning the soundtrack already + choreography for some reason

i think he'd take you under water for a little makeshift picnic thingy or maybe out to the docks at midnight

gives you the biggest, fattest birthday kiss EVER. with the addition of fish orchestra play your favorite song !

best birthday boyfriend ever; 10/10 !

CONNOR STOLL -

my absolute bias of a man, he would give you everything and more for your birthday which is usually swiped off of someone..

HOWEVER ! i like to believe he'd be a responsible person and actually buy/make you something for your birthday !

on the contrary to percy, i think he'd actually be a really good craftsman ! like he makes you a whole flower bouquet out of paper and you'd hardly be able to tell the difference

he wakes you up at the most unreasonable time so you can "make the most of the day !" as if he has a clue what he has planned

probably peppers your face in kisses to wake you up

or pranks you.. whichever floats your boat !

he goes with the flow and drags you around to all your favorite places and everything like that :3 even if it's somewhere super boring to him like the art gallery

if you're happy, he's thrilled !

also, your birthday cake is probably a chocolate little debbie cupcake with a candle

as stated, he's my favorite little man so he obviously gets bonus points !!; 12/10

ANNABETH CHASE -

MY GIRLFRIEND OF THE YEAR EVERYONE, SHE'S GIVING YOU THE BEST BIRTHDAY POSSIBLE.

literally NOBODY is going to be able to out do her for either gifts or experience overall

much like Percy, she's had this planned out for the longest amount of time. like she was planning this after your birthday last year

makes you breakfast in the morning because Chiron is a wee bit biased for her and despite the fact she never really leaned how to cook, it was reallyyyy good !! (she learned how to make your favorite for weeks)

anyways, she brings you breakfast in bed while explaining her whole itinerary of things she had lined up for you

she takes you to all your favorite places + food spots, she gets you pretty much whatever you'd like, and then she took you to a bonfire that night :3

she feels like a love letter writer for some reason, so please expect a handwritten letter on all the things she loves about you and why she appreciates you

maybe asks Ms. Sally Jackson herself to teach her how to bake so you can have your favorite flavor of cake :3c

either that or she buys a box cake mix and you make it together !

she's my favorite lover girl and i adore her; 1000000/10 !

LEO VALDEZ -

lastly, the man, the myth, the legend. he is making you the gift of a lifetime

makes you something with the most intricate design imaginable; jewelry, a book cover, maybe even a jewelry box of your into that sort of thing !

anything that would make your eyes sparkle, he on it !

probably does that advent calendar thing with all the trinkets he makes you up until the day of

needless to say, he gets WAYYYY to excited over you, so cut him some slack !

practically hangs on your every word on your birthday too(he always does but it's worse now)

oh you want to watch that movie about paint ? sure ! he'll even make popcorn even though it sounds beyond boring

he also cooks you your absolute favorite food and pretends he's on some Gordon Ramsay show to keep you entertained

ends the day with giving you that one of a kind, borderline art exhibit worthy gift he'd been working on with a very, VERY passionate kiss..

he invented the phrase "love to the point of invention" so he gets a massive: ∞/10