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Their first Valentione's Day as a couple was a disaster. Aymeric worked through it. When Handeloup yelled at him over what day it was, especially when she happened to be in the city at the time, he ran home and apologized profusely to her for not being there. Riona stared at him, dumbfounded and clueless about what he was talking about.
She's spent so long on her own, Riona doesn't really have much of a concept of what most holidays entail. As much as she tried to tell him it was fine, she didn't care, it just made him feel worse about missing the day. So he promised to make the next one a night she wouldn't forget.
#we're going to ignore the horrible things happening in Living Memory#okay?#it's a cute date spot#dawntrail spoilers#and let me just say I think it's insane that you have to deactivate the prettiest place in the whole damn game and that's it#thank goodness new game+ brings it back temporarily#but y'all really had the devs go through all this work for a place you barely get to see in its full glory#insane#ffxiv#aymeric de borel#aymeric x wol#final fantasy xiv#wolmeric#ffxiv gpose#gposers#ffxiv aymeric#ffxiv wol#au ra xaela#au ra wol#riomeric#wolship#ffxiv valentione's day#visposes
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it almost feels like he was waiting for me
#twisted wonderland#twst#sebek zigvolt#twst yuu#twst mc#fanart#maybe a ce the one sneaking the botanical garden key to sebek#it's cute how j ack and d euce are still at the sport field during the night as if they are practicing really hard#the decorated christmas map is adorable#the night light is so calming#it was sebek who was at the front gate during the day#but then it's s ilver at night#he is just so drowsy#let him go home and sleep#anyhow s androck moisture farm is also very beautiful at night#that should be a date spot#sebek waiting at the front gate is especially date energy#where are we going ? sightseeing the town ?
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since i did traditional art last year and since i've started studying again and so have less free time, this year i'm doing pale gamkar week a little differently than my usual art (in the hopes it'll save me some time ; -- ;) i'm aiming for a little more cartoony and a whole lot sillier! i didn't have time to draw yesterday so today i'm posting both day 1 and day 2 of @pale-gamkar-week 2024 prompts: laughter and bath!
i might do full colours for these at some point but this is as good as it gets for now lol
#my stuff#pale gamkar week#pale gamkar week 2024#homestuck#gamkar#karkat vantas#gamzee makara#moiraillegiance#after hearing karkat do an unguarded belly laugh for the first time gamzee devotes his whole life to make karkat laugh as much as possible#zero hesitation#he's a devotee of a church of mirth of course making his palemate laugh is the focal point of his life#i have a reverse scenario for day 1 where karkat hears gamzee giggle for the first time instead of his loud honking goose laughter#and karkat starts ugly crying on the spot because what the fuck#what the fuck was that#how did this giant dopey douche nozzle of a highblood cultist just make a sound that cute and innocent#also for day 2 i'm imagining that going to a spa would be a perfect pale date so that's where they are#there's a spa with roman baths and saunas and a jacuzzi tub in my city and it's fucking great#karkat dips his toes in and instantly sags into a boneless heap as all the stress leaves his body at once#gamzee just likes to munch on the cucumbers lmao#he likes the crunch
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a taste
#only friends#only friends the series#ofts#mark pakin#papang phromphiriya#i am obsessed with how good papang is#trust me to read too much into it but to me he clearly has an idea who 30 sth year old Dan is#seemingly out of the dating scene since at least his graduation so doesn't know the current lingo#feeling a bit too old but also unsure how he likes being called old but hot#very charmed by this junior but not used anymore to getting butterflies in a club#lowkey knows that the boss thing might be a bit hmm...#(listen: i love that again the show doesn't give us a clear line of 'dan is a creep' because there is a lot of room for him to essentially#be a good option for nick as well as the possibility of accidentally acting unethical) especially within the community it is worth to#observe whether the power imbalance on its own speaks against the person#he's also a bit shy wondering whether this cute guy would actually be interested in him because he is sweet and obviously aquainted with#going to bars so surely he must have options#and mark is also so wonderful ;A; even before he spots boston you can see that there is still some heartbreak lingering#but also that he liked the kiss but it was a very different feel to boston#also: somehow papang in mlc and papang here kisses absolutely differently and it makes so much sense to me that he at this point in his#life would kiss like this?? idk how to explain it better#this show continues to bring out the best acting out of everyone#(to derail: maybe why i want the writing for top to be that he's still in the grey so badly because i think that is the kind of difficult#acting force is actually mastering in this series)
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In my heart the ending of ouran is beach episode part 1000 but this time Haruhis full masc no shirt .tamakis there he took a glimpse and drowned .moris there. They're friends
YEAUGH friendship... guys i have so many thoughts about the show and manga im so hrrng. i drew a bunch of stuff last night. a fixit au of sorts... im making what i wanted in my heart... haruhi gets to be tmasc nonbinary aro. hhhh
#i made mori a tgirl butch that doesnt change at all#and honey is fully into cute fashion as an adult. the fake nails the wigs the expensive lolita dresses#twins are unchanged god bless#also i hc haruhi and renge start dating and it might kill tamaki right on the spot but its ok#kyouya is helping tamaki recover from the shock#PLUS I CARE A LOT about the idea that like the ... the plot wouldve led nicely into everyone helping tamaki realize he doesnt need to cling#so hard to haruhi because what he wanted was family and theyre already that. i wanted it to be queerplatonic found family#not everyone goes and pairs off into straight couples and becomes CEOs#oauoghj#my ouran fixit au#maybe ill share my drawings but theyre sloppy late night ones so youll have 2 excuse the wonkiness...
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Too Soon
Part 5 to the Pouts and Spots Series
Word Count: 6.1K
A/N: sorry this is so late!! im like going through it and it sucks!! but here it is!! next chapter is gonna be my personal favorite and i wanna finish up cookies and cream mainly to get to one line that i really wanna use
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The book is held carefully in your hand, spread just enough for you to catch the words, but not too far to ruin the paperback cover. Words turn over in your head, voices filling those for the characters, cadence heavy in your thoughts, but when spoken out loud to nobody but yourself, the words fall flat- so you’ve chosen to remain silent. Your home is quiet, the moaning of pipes and life outside from your walls echo through, and it’s the perfect background noise save for the barking dog that howls loudly in the confines of its home.
Pinched between your finger and thumb, the page turns, and your eyes skim over the words. Your tongue traces over the letters, and you startle when your phone buzzes beside you. You close the book gently, and place it beside you, careful to not let any of the corners be bent. It rests flat on the armrest of the couch, and you reach for your phone that continues to buzz harshly in the soft of your hand.
The name reads “Johnathan”.
You swipe at the green phone symbol and put the phone close to your ear.
“Hello,” you rasp out, your mouth dry and tongue rough.
Your name is called, nervously with only a hint of confidence laced into the last sound. “Hi, it’s Johnathan.” You can tell that he almost immediately regretted adding in that sentence. “What are- What’s up?”
You smile and tilt your head closer to the phone. “Hi Johnathan,” you tell him, stretching out your hand and looking at your nails, unpainted and pink. “I’m just at home, reading.” You flex your hand and think to yourself that you should paint your nails. “What about you?”
“Oh- I’m sorry. I hadn’t meant to interrupt your reading.” He says it as a nicety, but there’s no genuine sorrow in his words. and you bring your hand down.
“You’re good,” you reassure. “I needed a break anyway.” You glance at the book and trace your finger over the title. Your finger traces over the curves and sharp lines, up and down, and down and up. “The words were starting to look like words,” you mumble, tipping at the last point of the letter. “What are you doing?”
“I just got out of work-” and as if to prove himself, he yawns. “I’m-” the yawn still stretches through the words and you scoff a laugh. “I didn’t mean to yawn. I’m just,” he sighs, “tired is all.”
Pulling the phone away, the screen lights with the call and in the corner, the time reads much later than you had expected it. And to show how late it is, you yawn, and turn yourself away from the phone. You pull the phone close to you and blink away the tears. “You’re out late. Did you get a new schedule?”
“No,” he says dejectedly. “I’m close to something big, and the later I stay, the earlier I can finish the project.” You bite your tongue to refrain from asking anything about the project. “We’re close, but not close enough. But these late nights are killing me.”
“You’re there practically all day and every day. It’s definitely going to take it out of you,” you sympathize. You look over to the book, the spine unblemished and only little indentations give away that the book is being put into use. “You gotta see people other than scientists, ya know.”
He falls silent. “I’m sorry,” he tells you again, and this time, he sounds apologetic. You wait for him to continue. “I know that we’re-” he pauses- “something. I haven’t meant to be busy, but- it’s work and I can’t just stop working and-”
“It’s okay, Johnathan,” you tell him. “I hadn’t meant it to sound backhanded.”
“You said you were reading?” You hum into the phone. “What were you reading?”
“Um.” You turn to your book, mouth pulling into a thin line. “It’s kind of difficult to explain. It’s about cowboys? It’s supposed to be a classic,” you tell him.
“You think I could borrow it once you’re done?”
You snort a laugh, and then slowly let small giggles escape past your lips. “You never struck me as the cowboy type.”
He scoffs. “Why because I’m a scientist?”
“Yes,” you answer without hesitation.
“I will have you know I loved horses as a kid,” he says boldly.
“Really?” You ask not quite believing him.
There’s a pause. “Sort of,” he confesses and you smile, leaning into the back of the couch. “Their teeth freaked me out but I’m sure I owned a toy horse.”
You laugh and stare at the decorative pillow at the end of your couch. “I had these toy lions that I loved. They were like figurines for miniature sets, I think. They didn’t do anything special but I liked them a whole lot.”
“Do you still like lions?”
You shake your head to no one. “I’ll watch a video about them, but I’m not out there buying lion themed things, ya know?”
“Yeah,” he says softly. In the background, you can hear a car honk and you scratch over your knee mindlessly, the sharp curves of your nails leaving your skin with a light sting. “We should go out again.”
“You think so?” Your feet are flat on the ground as you stand up, grabbing at your book gently and letting it rest flat over the coffee table. You walk away from the living room. The bedroom door creaks open and it clicks shut. You’re in complete darkness, and only memory serves to be your guide.
He clears his throat. “I want to take you out.”
You step on your rug, the plush soft and a comfort compared to the cold floor. “Now it sounds like you want to kill me, Johnny,” you mumble.
“We should go on another date.” Your hands stretch out, the pads of your fingertips touch against the edge of your nightstand, and your fingertips bump against a candle that sits close to the edge. You hum in encouragement. “We can get coffee and go for a walk.” You find the body of the lamp and trace up the cool glass. “Afterwards, we can come back to my place-”
Your hand bumps against the lampshade harshly and you feel the lamp tumble. You gasp and both of your hands reach. The phone falls to the floor and you can hear his concern, cracked and trembling with static, through the phone. You rush to turn the lamp on and a warm glow fills the room. You blink away from the light and reach to grab your phone. You wipe the screen against your shirt and clear your throat.
“Sorry, sorry,” you repeat. “I um- I accidentally tipped the lamp over and I let go of my phone-”
“You’re okay?”
“Mhm,” you hum. ‘I’m good, sorry.” You pat the palm of your hand against your cheek, and in your chest, your heart drums rapidly. “You were-” your voice comes out in a squeak and you clear it away- “you were saying?”
“You know, after coffee, maybe we could come back to my place and-” he lets out a shaky breath- “watch a movie?”
Your smile stretches and you collapse onto the bed, trying to stave off the burning feeling that you have. “Yeah, definitely. When are you free?”
“Would you like to meet this Sunday? I should be able to have a day off.”
With your arm stretched out, you grab at your pillow, the silk case crumpled into your hand, and nails scratching at the fabric and feeling the soft cushion that rests underneath. “Sunday works,” you say quietly. He makes a noise, and you stare at your ceiling, a patch of white paint stains the blade of the fan. “How was work?”
“Work was good,” he answers softly. “I’ve been closer to figuring out how the-” he stops himself and you frown. “I’ve been busy and things are making more and more sense, but I still need to figure out how to actually make it work.”
He doesn’t want to tell you about it. That sentiment doesn’t stray away once you acknowledge it, it only lingers, and it feels like a heavy weight on your chest. You let go of the pillow case and rest your hand over the soft swell of your stomach. Your hand finds comfort over the fabric of your shirt. “I hope you figure it out soon,” you tell him earnestly. The lack of information that he shares with you can only be blamed on your profession and the way that the two of you had met. You sit yourself up, the bed creaking under the change, and you notice how the dog had stopped barking, leaving you in silence save for Johnathan on the other side of the phone.
“I just got home,” he tells you and you hear the car turn off. His words linger, and leave room for you to talk.
“I’m glad that you got home safe.” You stare at the corner of the bed, where the comforter is wrinkled and where your blanket is folded neatly, corners meeting corners. “I think I’m going to head to bed. You should do the same.”
“Oh- Yeah, of course. I- I’m sorry for keeping you.” You don’t reassure him this time, instead, you keep quiet, not a click of your tongue nor a sigh escapes from you. “Goodnight,” he says your name with the same gentleness that he always has, and you lean into it.
“Night, Johnathan.” The bed whines as you move, and in the corner where the wall and the ceiling kiss, you spot a spider, still and silent, and you watch it. And in the darkness, it disappears, and you can only imagine it in your mind until you think you feel something phantom over you.
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The door clicks behind you, and you roll your lips to stop a smile from forming, but the effort is futile as your grin grows. “Johnathan,” you chirp, taking a step forward to look around, “your place is a mess.” You catch his eye and he visibly winces.
“I- I haven’t had the chance to tidy up.” He picks up a pillow, and attempts to fluff it. It’s placed delicately on the corner of the couch, and you both watch as it flops over. You huff a silent laugh over it.
You hum, taking a peek over to the kitchen. “Do you want me to take off my shoes?” You tap your heels against the floor and grab at a severely thinned pillow. The pad of your index finger traces over the edge, the fabric worn and threads pulled along.
“No, no. It’s fine. It’ll give me motivation to clean after I return.” He edges further into his home, and you follow, tossing the pillow back onto the couch without much care for delicacy unlike the one given to its match.
“Oh, so knowing that I was going to visit wasn’t motivation?” You cock your head to the side, and lower yourself to a squat to read over a stack of books that are cluttered onto the end table.
“That’s not- I was busy.” You give him an impish grin, and he rolls his eyes. “I haven’t been home in a minute, okay?”
Your smile falters, and your fingertip traces along a spine. Looking over to him, you quickly turn away when he catches your gaze. “Long days at the office?” You ask, focusing on a book. “Hah, “Does Any Of This Matter?’” You tap the spine of the book. “That’s funny.”
His gaze is resting on you, a soft look that makes your skin itch. “Yeah,” he breathes out. There’s movement in the corner of your eye, and you force yourself to read the other titles despite the lack of amusement. “Long days.”
“If you want-” you rise slowly, bending your leg behind you to give yourself some relief- “you can just rest and we can go out some other day.”
He shakes his head. “I’m fine.” And with his body betraying him, he lets out a yawn that he hides behind his hand far too late. Looking at you and your disheartened smile, he waves his hand. “I want to go out today.”
You force yourself to look at a whiteboard that is mounted over a counter. Black marker draws equations that only make your brows knit together. Orange and green are contrasted against the black and white. In the bottom-left corner, there is a crudely drawn person near a black swirled circle.
“Hm-” you cross your arms over your chest- “I don’t understand any of this.”
He laughs loudly, and his hands cup over your shoulders. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he tells you, giving what you’re sure is meant to be a reassuring squeeze.
Your mouth drops and you practically hurt your neck to whip around to look at him. He refuses to meet your eyes, and can only smile coyly. “You are so rude to your guest.” You pull away from him and swat at his arm. You can’t help but want to wander all over his flat, to peek at every nook and cranny, wanting to see more of him, the him that he is when he’s alone and no one is watching. Glancing at an empty water bottle, you find that he lets things clutter around him. A part of you entertains the idea of getting to clean his home together, to sit with him after a long day and have his arms wrapped tight around you. You shake your head at the thought and turn your attention elsewhere.
A bulletin board decorated with various images and newspaper clippings catches your attention and you let yourself be taken to where it hangs. There are sticky notes with random numbers stuck to the bigger poster that’s been layered with other items. You pinch over the edge of an old newspaper, and suck in your bottom lip. “I didn’t know there’s gonna be a new Alechmax in India.” You turn to him, your smile a poor mask for the anxiety bubbling in you. “You’re not getting transferred, right?”
“No!” He yelps, before clearing his throat. “No,” he says in a more controlled tone. “They’re hiring in the area. I might have to visit in the future, but even then it's just a possibility.”
You nod to yourself, and walk around his flat, peeking at every loose leaf of paper, and you can feel his eyes on you. In the kitchen area, you look at the refrigerator. You smile, looking at him with your finger pressed against the photograph. “Awe! Is this you?” He stands with other scientists, all pressed side-to-side, and his smile is small and stiff, shoulders hunched and head slightly bowed.
Soft footfalls quickly approach where you stand, and when you look up, he’s peering at the photo. “It was taken around the time when the new batch of scientists- including me- had started.”
You bump your back against his chest, and his hand wraps around your hand. “I didn’t know you were so sentimental,” you muse. Against you, he shrugs. “We can always take pictures together, too, ya know?”
“We can?” He asks in a timid voice.
“You know, I may be a writer, but I can also take really good photos.” You lift up your free hand and make a motion of pressing a camera button. “Haven’t gotten any complaints about my skill.” His hand squeezes around yours and your grin stretches. “Anyways, you gotta go change, remember?
“Hm? Oh- Yeah. Right, right.” He lets go of you and you turn around. “I’ll be-”
Something else grabs your attention, if it were just one, you could have spied on it on your own, but when grouped with so many, you have to ask. “Why do you have so many cages?” You brush past him and lower yourself, trying to find something inside the clear plastic boxes. They’re not labeled, and nothing seems to be inside. “They’re all empty,” you mumble. You tap against the clear screen, and your fingerprint is left behind.
He grabs you, pulling you away and putting your attention elsewhere. You gasp in shock, and give him a confused look. “Snakes,” he answers, practiced and perfected.
Your reporter senses tingle. “Snakes?” You ask, not believing the story, giving a side glance to the cages.
“Yeah, snakes.” His hands leave your body and you watch him. “Do you want a drink? I never offered you- That was my bad. You want water? I’ll get you water.”
“Johnathan,” you start, and he turns towards you. His eyes are scanning you, and he takes a brief look over to the empty cages. You follow his gaze, and return to him. Taking a deep breath, you take a step closer to him, and pull down the hem of his shirt. “We’re already getting drinks, remember? You need to change. I have an appointment early tomorrow, so I can’t really be out so late.”
“Right,” he breathes out. His eyes glance to the cages and you bite your tongue to avoid asking him anything more. “Let me go get changed,” he mumbles. “I need- I’ll be quick.” Without waiting for an answer, he brushes past you, and behind you, the cages sit empty.
Left alone, you walk back to the couch, grabbing at the thinned pillow and placing it on your lap. You fiddle with the corners, and turn to the end table, the lamp surrounded by books and binders, and giving a quick glance to the room that Johnathan disappeared into, you grab the binder and have it rest on top of the worn pillow.
You’re careful to open it, and your caution pays off when loose paper is at the front of the binder. It’s scribbled out notes, corners bent and highlights made upon certain lines. There’s a business card stuck through a ring. You read the name- Dr. Owens. You stick your tongue out and move on. You find more of what you found in the beginning. Notes that are scribbled out, some crossed out in angry pen strokes or in permanent black marker. Equations that make your head spin, and you flip through each page with care to not let anything slip out. Some pages are decorated with sticky notes that are wrinkled and brightly colored against the black and white pages- letters, question marks, exclamation marks, and doodles decorate each sticky note.
Whatever Johnathan has chosen to write about in this binder is not your concern. You don’t stop to read past a few words of what you can recount from what he’s said previously. In the middle of one page is a recipe, the words smudged, and smeared across the page. You wonder if he’s already made it, and another wonder passes in your mind if it’s something that he would like to do with you. On one page, is a roughly drawn picture of a spider. You stare at the black-inked spider, your finger tracing over it, practically covering half of the drawing.
You hear a rush of steps, and when you look up, the binder is snatched from your hands, and it is snapped shut, and held protectively in his arms.
He wears a white button-up, decorated with black squares and black outlined squares. It’s tucked into his pants. “Oh, you’re ready,” you chirp. The pillow is placed beside you, and you walk past him, standing by the door. “You got everything?”
“Why did you look at it?”
You scoff, a thin smile stretching across your face. “I was bored-” you shrug- “it was just there and I thought-”
“You thought what? You thought you could take a look at my things?” His tone makes you stand a bit straighter, your hands curling inwards, and your mouth goes dry.
You brows knit. “Johnathan-”
“I invited you here so you could wait-”
“You didn’t mind me looking around before-” You spit out, confused about what is unfolding.
“Because I was here,” he snaps. “I was letting you walk around, not open up my things. I don’t look through your things.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I just- It looked interesting. I’m sorry, Johnathan.” You know that you shouldn’t have looked through it and he has every right to be upset, but you don’t enjoy this feeling of him looking down at you.
“His hand slides through the air and you bite the inside of your cheeks. “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”
You feel your ears burn. “I’m sorry-”
“What did you see?” You turn your head, and your nails bite into your palms. “What did you see?” He repeats.
“Just equations and doodles. Nothing else that I could have understood,” you say meekly. You hate how you feel right now. You hate that it’s him that’s making you feel so small.
“I don’t know why you thought it was okay to look through my things,” he hisses out, and you never thought you’d see him so upset- “but I didn’t give you permission. You come into my home and touch everything and-”
“I’m sorry,” you say loudly, stomping your foot on the ground, and finally he stops. “I can’t do or say anything more about it.” Your face burns, and your hand has begun to shake and even with your nails piercing into your skin, you can’t stop the trembling. “You know what-” you turn your head and try not to feel cold in his home- “you said it yourself that you’re overworked and tired, and obviously I’m not helping, so I’m leaving. We can-” you turn to him, and the stress is leaving, his face softening, and worry replacing any previous emotion- “pick this up some other time. But I’m gone. I’m going home.”
The doorknob is cold in your hand, and it twists softly and you let it go with suddenness when a hand holds your wrist. “Wait, no.” You stare at the door, finding paint staining over the metal. “I’m sorry. I don’t know- It’s just that there are important notes in there and I shouldn’t have left it out-”
“It’s fine, Johnathan,” you say in a tone that makes it quite obvious that it is indeed not fine. “I’m just gonna go home. It was my fault; I shouldn’t have looked through it.” You stay silent, and weakly, you pull your arm free, and he lets it go without resistance. Your teeth glide over your bottom lip. “Good luck with your research or whatever.” You give a wave without looking back, and keep yourself focused on the doorknob, and your hand wraps around it once more, and it opens easily.
You don’t hear the door close behind you, nor do you care to look back. Your ears burn and your chest is hot. The outside air is crisp, and you keep your gaze on the sidewalk, carefully stepping out of people’s way by the position of their shoes. You focus on the weeds that bloom between the cracks. And you only stop when a hand grabs at yours.
Tears prick your eyes, and you pull your hand back to you, ready to spit venom at the other person, only to find Johnathan looking at you, out of breath, and glasses askew.
“You walk fast when you’re upset,” he says between breaths. You stare at him, your eyes wandering to the other side of the street. He follows your gaze, and he reaches for you again, only to stop when you step away from him. “Can we talk, please?”
“I’m going home,” you tell him. “Go get some rest or something.”
“Let me buy you a drink. I- I told you that I wanted-”
“I don’t want a drink,” you snap. And just as quickly, you regret it. You turn away from him, and wait at the crosswalk. You watch the pixelated red hand, and when it turns into the off-white figure of a man, you walk quickly, rushing between people, hoping that he isn't following you, but wishing that he is. You hope that you’re someone worthy of being chased.
Your stomach drops when he grabs at your hand and walks with you. “Then let me take you home,” he says in a whisper. “At least let me do that.”
“I don’t want you to,” you tell him, still walking with him hand-in-hand.
There’s far too many people, your body is growing restless. You walk without purpose, your steps quick and heavy and he follows without a sound, his hand neither tightening nor softening his hold as if in fear that once you’re reminded of him, you’d pull away again. You round the corner of a building, the back of it is empty save for the stray cat that naps over the dumpster. With his hand still wrapped around yours, you step away from him, your arm stretched and your hand clammy.
You take a deep breath and look at him, eyes wide and already filling with tears. He takes a step closer to you, concern creasing over his features. “I’m sorry,” you say in a choked voice. “I shouldn’t have looked through your place.”
Johnathan shakes his head. “You were just curious,” he tells you in a low voice. “I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you.” You turn your head and blink rapidly. His hand lets go of yours and he cups at your face, his thumb arching over your cheekbone. “Please, don’t cry.”
Shaking your head, you tilt your head away from his hand. Your fingertips find themselves pinching over the bridge of your nose, your eyes shut tight where light doesn’t peek, and where organic shapes are the only thing that you can see. “I just wanna go home, Johnathan.”
“Let me take you home, then. We can walk back and-”
When you open your eyes, the sun blinds you for a second. “No.” You hold your hands in front of you, your palms facing him. You turn your head, and let your hands fall. “I just want to be alone for a minute. I know that if I go back with you and we talk, we’ll just-” you stop yourself- “I just-”Your hands shake, a trembling that’s rapid and and makes you feel too seen, too vulnerable, and with the way that his hand stretches out as to grab yours, only makes you want to retreat away from him.
Something speeds by, a gust of air and a mechanical whir to it that has Johnathan reaching towards you. His arms wrap around you, and you’re pressed against his chest, your vision clouded by blue until you shift, pushing yourself away from him. You look up in time to see Spider-man swing by, his attention focused on whatever had just rushed by. Your hands reach for your phone, and you glance at the battery- seventy-eight percent. It’s enough.
You turn to Johnathan, and stare down at your shoes- while not ideal for chasing around the city’s web-slinger, it’ll have to do. Looking back up at him, you find that he’s staring at you, no movement, and no sound. You turn to look the way that Spider-man had just swung towards. You turn back to him, your phone held tight in your hands. “I gotta go,” you tell him.
“You’re going to chase after Spider-man and some villain of the week rather than talk to me.” His tone is a mixture of hurt and accusatory, as if you’re doing something wrong- again. And you know for sure that you are this time, you know that you should go back with him and talk it all out, but the thought of being alone with him right now makes you upset.
“Yeah.” You shrug. “Yeah, I will. I am. Get some sleep or something, we’ll talk later.” Your heels spin against the concrete, and you rush to chase after Spider-man.
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As you trudge down the sidewalk, your camera is heavy around your neck and despite the padding, the straps make the soft flesh around your neck raw. All you want right now is to collapse on your bed, or take a shower. You hum, a shower would be nice. In your pocket, your phone buzzes- something that it’s been doing all day. If it’s not emails, it’s notifications from social media, and if it isn’t that, it's phone calls and messages. You answered the people who you wanted to talk to but when the name ‘Johnathan’ appeared, you promptly ignored it, the buzzing thick in your pocket and continuous.
You should talk to him. It was a fight- an argument, really. But you can’t look at him right now, nor do you have the energy to talk to him. You’ll figure it out in the morning. You’ll have a light breakfast and message him some type of apology and then he can make the difficult decision of replying or not.
Closer to your home, on the steps you see someone and you halt. Your hands grab at your camera, and you tap your fingers against the sides. You could turn around, find some other entrance. If people can use fire escapes for something other than their intended purposes, so can you. The heel of your shoe scrapes against the concrete, and before you can spin on your heel, the person looks up and sees you.
Jonathan stands up and pulls the hem of his shirt down, and you hold on tighter to your camera. Canines worry at your lip, the flesh soft and tender underneath the sharp points. He takes a step toward you and you glide your foot against the concrete, ready to run, ready to look at anyone but him. But he falters, and his shoulders slump, and the sad look on his face makes you walk nervously up to him.
You say nothing, and he stands at the bottom of the steps, and you stand above him, and he says nothing. Neither of you make a motion to talk to the other, and a part of you wants this to end. You don’t like the difficult bits, you like it easy. You like not having to worry about what the other person is thinking of you, but now, it’s all that you can do. You hold your breath, unable to think of anything other than the beginning of your supposed coffee date.
He points towards his neck. “When did you get your camera?”
Covering the lens of the camera with the palm of your hand, you tap your foot against the stair. “I was lucky Spider-man was near the office. I was able to pick up a spare.” He nods, and you move down a step when another tenant enters the apartment complex. “Do you want to come up?” He nods, and follows closely behind you.
Your apartment is cozy- littered with personal objects and mail that sits at the coffee table. The spare camera joins the mess of your stuff on the table. He makes a motion to his shoes and you wave your hand, not caring at the moment, only wanting to distract yourself. He nods, and slips them off. You keep him in the corner of your vision, watching as he walks gently to the couch, sitting at the end of it with his legs bent and knees and thighs close together. The blanket that you use is crumpled and he sits beside it, grabbing at the corner of it and testing it between his fingers. You hold your breath and walk toward the fridge, opening it and pulling out two bottles of water. The frost over its wipes away with your touch.
“Were you waiting long?”
“Since 8.” You look at the clock on your stove. It’s 9. “You didn’t answer my calls.”
“I was busy with work.” You're quick to get to the point. “Where there’s Spider-man and a villain, there’s always bound to be some sort of danger.” You place the water in front of him and sit a cushion apart from him. Your water is in your hands, the cold slowly numbing and wetting your palms. “Got some good pictures, still and all.”
His eyes scan you over and you look away. “Are you okay?”
“Peachy.” You press into the bottle and a droplet of water traces down your arm.
“I’m serious.” He turns himself to look over to you.
You hunch over, your forearms resting over your thighs. “I’m not in a hospital, am I?”
He swallows. “I don’t like how we left things.”
You sigh and dip your head down, before lifting it with weariness. “I already apologized, what more do you want?” The water bottle is placed carefully on the floor, and even with your carefulness and gentleness, it still falls over.
“I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” Your lips pull into a line and you grab a bunch of the blanket and dig your hands into the soft plush. “That was wrong of me. But-” you push yourself against the back of the couch and he stops. “I apologize.”
Your chest rises with your inhale, and falls down at the quick release. “What more do you want me to say, Johnathan?” You turn to him and he pushes his glasses up by the bridge. “Let’s just forget it happened. I won’t go to your place and look through your things. We’ll just- I don’t know- meet at my place. It’s not like I’m doing anything other than journalism.”
He says your name delicately, whispered as if saying it out loud would be too much and said with strain as if your name is too heavy for his tongue. “That’s not it. I’m really sorry.” His voice breaks and you flinch, looking away. “Work’s been a lot, and Dr. Octavius and Mr. Fisk are breathing down my neck-” he waves his hands, rolling his hands and flexing his fingers- “but- but that’s no excuse as to how I talked to you. I don’t want- The less that you know, the better.”
“I know,” you say curtly. “I remember our conversation from before.”
He sighs. He crosses over to sit beside you, the blanket held in his hands, the corner edge of it now held tightly. “I’m sorry,” he tells you. “I’m not good at this. I’ve dated before, but that was before things at Alchemax were getting serious. I’m not- I like you a lot. When I saw you reading through it, I-” he shakes his head, and his knee touches yours. “We met because you were determined to know more about Alchemax.”
“I told you before that I’m not using you to get to that.” Your back is straight, and your hands curve over your knees, the knuckle of your littlest finger grazes against his knee. You want to take his hand. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything else.” He takes your hand, and holds it tightly between the two of his. “We can put this behind us if you want, but I promise, I won’t talk to you like that again. I- I didn’t like getting mad at you. And I didn’t like the feeling that it left me with.”
“I didn’t like it either,” you mumble. “It felt like you were talking down to me, rather than to me.”
His hands tighten around your own. “I won’t do it again. I promise.” You nod and you feel much more tired than you had before. “Is it okay if I hug you?” You nod, and he lets go of your hand, and embraces you.
You lean into him, your hands fisting at his shirt, clawing into him to keep him against you. Unlike your feverish grasp onto him, he holds you gently, his hands laid wide and flat against your, curving over your body, and holding you close to him. He leans into your touch, whereas you push yourself against him. His hair tickles at your nose, and you keep your eyes close, full intent to sit there until he’s ready to pull away. You’ve made your peace to sit there, to let vines grow and keep you tethered to the couch, to not let go of the smallest comfort that he's given you. When you feel his lips press against the side of your head, you press a faint kiss over his shoulder, content when he runs his hand upwards and presses another kiss against you.
#johnathan ohnn#jonathan ohnn#johnathon ohnn#johnathan ohnn x reader#the spot#spot atsv#atsv the spot#the spot spiderverse#the spot x reader#i look at his fae and im reminded why i love him#he's so cute#i wanna date a scientist#i know they'd treat me right#i shouldve dated young#now all the good people are taken#and im like please#i just wanna vibe and shop together#ive planned the next chapters!!#should be a total of nine of ten#i dont know how to feel about odd numbers but i cant come up with an even ten#unless i do a last chapter of like smut#like i did with ciays#gosh remember that one!!#wow!!!#time flies!!
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from yesterday :) i'm a little sad, but i'm embracing the little joys
#studygram#studyblr#study#studyspo#studying#bujo#bullet journal#study notes#bujogram#stationery#study space#study spot#aesthetic#university#student#tumblr#soft academia#planner#my post#my journal#art#sweet#coffee#coffee date#cute#skk#cats#nature#books#academia
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i think Binah would know how to ride a motorcycle. no i do not take other opinions on this
#project moon#lobotomy corporation#library of ruina#binah#binah lobcorp#binah library of ruina#modern au or otherwise#this is inspired by one specific piece of fanart i saw ages ago#i should make modern binah headcanons#i think it'd be fun#she would take you on fun little rides to cute date spots
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I met people I knew only online for the first time irl last night and I'm still extremely exhausted cause I am not a social person so here. Take an OC.
Katale (Kitty) is wonderful and I love her and she's a criminal and that's fine. She likes to look cute and so whenever I see a really cute outfit in public with a specific vibe, I'm like "Kitty would love that". So here. Please. Please know that I saw this very pretty woman jogging with her hair pulled back, running shorts, and the CUTEST top with a little scarf from the same fabric tied and wow. It was. So wonderful, please have a wonderful day @ the lady I saw jogging yesterday.
#my characters#kitty is so funny to me cause she is absolutely used to a life of crime#shes second in command in a huge group because she actually forfeited the top command spot to her future boyfriend#and now they are exes and besties and she just really likes their criminal crew#and then she adopts a lil agent guy bc hes like a puppy and she is like listen that is my son now you cant hurt him#ANY OF YOU TRY TO HURT MY SON I HURT YOU including you rud my beloved ex current boss#and hes just like okay#and then they become a very weird messed up family of two crime bosses and a good boy#but anyway kitty is the glue that holds everything together and she commits crimes on the side of being nice#like oh sorry im late to get here i had to kill a man#but its also her getting phone calls from rud telling her sorry babe cant show up im a bit gross#and shes like oh yeah dude i get it sometimes blood just doesnt wanna hide :c ttyl smooches ily#anyway she deserves to have cute outfits and no one is gonna tell her otherwise#ALSO for those who dont know and might care shes a weeb she watches so much anime#she just ..... really likes anime and makes rud watch some shows with her during and after dating#he just goes along with it no complaints and he doesnt understand all the appeal#but it makes kitty happy so hes happy
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genderbend Yu-Gi-Oh! just because I feel like Katsuya Jonouchi and Hiroto Honda would be absolutely incredible as a pair of butches. Sports bra basketball jersey and no brain to speak of 10/10 I love the idea so much.
#yugi is the weird goth girl thats really cute on the surface but has the freakiest thoughts ever#honda is like the greaser ones that talk really tough (she's not) and fear any spot of color other than the occasional hawaiian shirt.#Joey remains a sports jock with a backwards baseball cap in any universe regardless of gender.#Not really tied to the butch identity but just likes being masculine and dating pretty girls (and guys!)#diversity win! she is bi and no one wants her.#ryou and marik are in the back as the pastel blue vs. hot pink femmes.#(I will not be budging on my marik ishtar femme propaganda thank you very much. I see your motorcycle butch marik.#I understand its origin. but No Thank You. I simply cannot picture it. She will wear miniskirts and spagetti strap tank tops dammit.)#atem isn't sure what all this butch femme stuff is but she's just Happy To Be Here.#joey wheeler#katsuya jonouchi#hiroto honda#tristan taylor#ygo#yugioh#yu gi oh#I put so much shit in the tags lol#My stuff
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casanova/bossanova
#ritsu kasanoda#ouran high school host club#i litearlly loved him soooo much i wanted to date him soooo bad when i first watched the anime he was the best boy of all time to me#next to nekozawa. auf caurse.#i was gonna draw him too but im steamd out of redrawing ouran ....imagine him with that gay little puppet in the bg. he was so cutes#anyways i havent ever gotten my soft spot for the hs delinquent COUGH COUGH KUBOYASU#sigh#well its cutes#i like boys w anger issues that scream a lot#i miss kuboyasu actualy hes just like me fr..#saikiii..........#anyways this was about kasanoda mwa mwa one of my first anime boy luvs#my art#he wanted that they/them sooo bad!!!!!!!!!!!#i like boys w red hair what can i say
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*seduces you with my sexy lingering covid cough*
#i am#So Tired#😪😪#it’s been nearly a MONTH since i was actually sick#A MONTH!!!#and im still coughing hard enough to see spots smh#had a v cute date with my bestie the other day and spent the entire time SLAUGHTERING the vibes with my hacking smh#kind of thankful im not dating anyone so no one has to see/hear it cause its v yuck#but also#:(#no relationship for someone to rub my back or make me the copious amounts of hot chocolate ive been drinking
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i just walked into this restaurant and saw my partner on a date with someone else and i’m petty so i grabbed you to pretend to be my date to get revenge. just go along with it.
#meet cute#LMFAO#idk#uh#ship dynamics#fake dating#i can see klance doing this#lance walks in to see [insert character here] holding hands over the table with [other character]#and is Pissed#he wants to cause a scene but he doesnt want them to know they got to him#so he spots the cutest person around which happened to be keith who was waiting with shiro and adam#he guves a quick run down before dragging him thru the room to the table#there he confronts his partner (now ex) and wnds up having dinner with keith and adashi bc the hostess watched it all go down#and sat the all together#shes a real one
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That's how that scene went right?
But honestly here... his pact scene... I want to blow it to smiterins... there were... SO MANY better ways to GO WITH IT IF YOU INSIST IN MAKING HIM FORM A PACT. SO MANY. INSTEAD OF FORCING A YES OR A "your choise does not matter"... the talk before it was going so well 😕
Besides... all his "I am the master here" feels... so forced to me... the game wants to belive you wanna fuck him so bad... however if you don't... it makes a humorous uno reverse were the desperate one is him... it loses the humor the second the game takes control over the outcome tho... that's why I prefer the very nich of patheric Lúcifer the fandom has(+ small moments the game is sting to give. But gives) than... whatever "daddy dom" there has going on for him... good for you if you like him like that tho there is plenty of food for you guys
#minz doodles#selah yuki#obey me#i know i am not the only one that thinks like this#obey me shall we date#obey me one master to rule them all#like... i'm in lesson 24. theres probably something going on for the 'beggining scene'. i know some spoilers like the ring stuff and#that one time we gotta 'kill' Lucifer but like.... can you imagine if there was a plot were you just... try to undu the pacts?#just straight up mc trying to undu them and the bros just... IS THIS A DIVORCE?. the schenanigans and talk could be very cute...#oh well. back to my bed-#also. last thing. if it was up to me. that balck spot is a 3th eye#om fancomic#minz comics
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kevrenee :)
#kevrenee lockdown sincerely and truly#i was thinking about them walking together to class in palmetto and i had to be kept from the noose….#renee talking and kevin listening :) going on runs together… she wants him to like the gym but he really doesnt……#kevin spotting her looking respectfully feeling the weight of premarital sex on his shoulders#kevin READING TO HER.!!!#i need kevin to follow renee around like a puppy…….#🐶#also re: kevjeanee if you have been accompanying mine and luvbug724s ask chain#i THINK it would be so cute if jeanee were dating long distance and renee was like 👀 so what do u think abt kevin…#so cute. our friend kevin. smash or pass?#and jeans like what the fuck. smash#kidding shed have to pull teeth to get him to admit to smash#BUT STILL#jean: why is my ex following you around like a puppy renee: i like him :) dont you like him#(chasing jean with a mic) dont you LIKE HIM JEAN#txt#kevrenee#kevjeanee#<- kevrenee could be called knee
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I’ve begun to realize that my favorite character dynamic is “absolutely insane about each other and their mutual best friend/in a qpr with”
#Lois x Clark with Jimmy just always there#or any version of the trinity of Diana x Bruce x Clark#I have a soft spot for Bakugo x Deku with Todoroki always there to the point people assume he’s their 3rd#they’re not wrong but they’re not right either#even with Danny phantom#and the ever lasting trio dynamic#with they way they had it in canon but my personal favorite flavor of Tucker x Sam with Danny in a qpr#it even goes in Scott Pilgrim with Scott x Romona and Wallace also#I love a cute Diana x Clark with Bruce being they’re ace romantic/qpr partner#But also Clark x Bruce with them going on a very romantic date but then half way through they’re both like man I sure miss Wonder Woman rn#or even Bruce x Diana walking in a moon lit garden looking into each others eyes and then Superman showing up#looking like absolute hell and just being like do you guys wanna get milk shakes with me 🥺#and both of them being like well shit we have to go get milkshakes with him#the idea of telling him no doesn’t even cross their minds#and in a more platonic direction#ZADF with Zim seeing Gaz and being like YOUR sister Dib-thing WRONG she is OUR sister#they’re more but these are the few right off the top of my head#my rambles
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