#lovesick blues

[divine-knight-hand]

I just freaking remembered this one time I was showing my sister a clip from I Saw the Light, and it was that clip of Tom Hiddleston singing “Lovesick Blues”, and he gets to that one lyric that’s all like “But I'm nobody's sugar daddy now”, and my sister immediately looks at me and says “Aww. What happened?”

I ALMOST FREAKING SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED! SHE CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD!!! 😭💀

[cheralith]

— all i breathe in is your life. feat. itoshi sae || wc: 1.1k contains: gn!reader, no pronouns used, secret relationship, just pure fluff :P

sae doesn't really tell people things about himself.

he thinks he doesn't need to—unless it involves soccer, he sees no use in people attempting to pry at his personal self other than to just scratch the surface level of itoshi sae, professional soccer player. all the masses need to know is that he's a midfielder, he's from japan, and itoshi rin is his little brother.

so shock comes as a severe understatement to his team when they find out that he's married after one of them overhears sae telling their coach he can't make to a press conference because he'll be celebrating his wedding anniversary.

sae understandably gets bombarded the moment he enters the locker room to his disdain. many of his teammates have coupled up with celebrities, models, and influencers—per modern athlete fashion—so they provoke him with who this mystery person is.

"none of your business," he snaps, clearly irritated.

some of them think it's a fluke, just his way to get out of dealing with the media, as sae bears no ring on his left ringer and has never been seen wearing it in public (though, arguably, sae is a hard figure to catch outside the field anyways). but all sae has to do is roll his eyes, take out a travel-sized jewelry holder, and put on his wedding ring to flash at them.

"well shit, man," one of his younger teammates, a notoriety amongst the media for being a bit of a playboy, laugh. "how long have you been chained down for?"

the phrase irks him a bit. to view marriage as a prison seems contemptuous to him—no wonder this guy can't hold down a relationship.

sae shuts his locker door, eyes still bored as ever as he makes his way to the exit.

"four years going on five," he mutters, a smidgen of entertainment for them just to shut them up for good. "you're lucky if your career ever lasts as long."

he gawks at him, ready to fire back an insult, but sae's already disappeared through the door. sae makes his way to the lobby of his team's training facility, where he sees you, their assistant manager, sitting patiently at one of the tables nearest to the window.

"ah, sae," you greet with a friendly smile, tablet with his stats on hand. "there you are."

he only gives you a silent nod of acknowledgement in return, sparing nothing for you but an ear to listen as you read off his comments given to them by their coach as you always do with each member. there's nothing much to improve on, seeing as how he's essentially the definition of perfection in regards to soccer, but he still clutches onto the occasional whisper of criticism to help him improve.

he bids you goodbye, reminding you that he won't be at the press conference this evening and to have a nice evening, before he exits out the doors and makes his way to his car. the silence that bestows upon him when he enters it makes him feel at peace... until his phone rings.

an audible groan escapes him; sae swipes at his phone, ready to curse out what was probably his teammate he insulted earlier or his coach, but the annoyance within him disappears the moment he sees a familiar name.

he picks it up carefully, staring straight ahead of him into the lobby of the facility.

a well-known greets him first. "hi there."

"hey," he mutters softly... a hint of affection in his voice.

"so, apparently the restaurant is all booked for tonight," you whisper into the phone, sae watching your lips move in sync from inside the safety of his car. "i got us this other restaurant near roppongi, is that okay?"

sae nods, hoping that you can see it through the lobby. "that's fine. what time should i start leaving the house to meet you there after the conference?"

a sweet, thoughtful hum passes through. "how 'bout 7:00? meet there at 7:30? conference ends at 6:30, but i'll leave a bit early to catch a cab and beat traffic."

disapproval seeps into his sigh. "i still think it's better if i pick you up."

"haha, no way. and risk being caught?" you laugh, giggling when you see sae's scrunched face through the window of the lobby from his car.

"i just don't like the thought of you being in a car alone with a stranger," he says, his tone droll as ever but you've known him long enough to detect that subtle worry in his voice.

"i appreciate the thought, my darling husband," you remark as you gaze upon your five-year-old wedding ring sae gave you. "but we've worked this hard to keep it under wraps. one cab ride won't kill me. it's just so that we don't have to take two cars home."

sae doesn't enjoy the feeling of defeat, but all his ego comes to humble itself whenever you were the one that bestowed it upon him. only the person he stood across the altar from half a decade ago would only be able to do such to itoshi sae.

"fine..." he grumbles, watching as you grin rather stupidly your gain. "send over the address. and don't be late."

"yessir," you give him a childish salute from the lobby, one that he has to fight cracking a smile at, your playfulness never once fading at the slightest from the moment he met you.

though he does admit it's hard trying to keep your relationship behind closed doors, especially since you're a non-celebrity, but it's all worth it when he gets to wake up to your face and kiss it right before he falls into a deep slumber, your body intertwined his with a tenderness being connected with his—a silent murmur of "i love you" to end off another day with you.

just before he ends the call, your voice reaches him once more.

"sae?"

he blinks, removing his hovering finger over the red button to let your words reach him, not wanting to waste any word that comes out of your lips go uncherished.

"yeah?"

you turn to face him directly from where you were in the lobby, only the window of it and the window of the his car being your only barriers between each other. affection spreads upon your features, one that makes sae mimic on his own.

"happy anniversary, my love," you profess tenderly to him. "i love you."

a warmth embeds itself within him when he admires you from his car. five years may not necessarily be the longest of time to some people, but to think that you and him have lasted this long together brings about a peace that he treasures on the daily and will continue to do so forevermore if you're by his side.

his eyes soften, staring at you in pure devotion.

"i love you too," sae confesses. "happy anniversary."

[bluepurplepinklock]

Lovesick! Itoshi Rin who started pushing you away the moment he felt you might become someone important to him.

Lovesick! Rin who was afraid of letting you in, of showing you his true self because he was afraid of you not loving him back and leaving him behind like his brother did.

Lovesick! Rin who despite trying his best not to fall for you couldn't help but curse his stupid heart as he found himself unable to live without you in his life.

Lovesick! Rin who finally gave in and accepted his love for you, after struggling to not fall for you all this time, knowing he failed miserably.

Lovesick! Rin who then found how much more he enjoyed life when with you, how much he loved the way you saw the world, how much he loved the way you saw him.

Lovesick! Rin who knew you were the one when he realised you had seen all of him, the good, the bad, the truly disgusting side which even he couldn't stomach, and still stayed, still loved him.

Just Lovesick! Rin who thought you would ruin him, but you ended up making him a better version of himself, something he now knows he wouldn't have become without you.

©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

[voidcat]

— buzzing of the bees (and the birds) in summer

info: childhood friend!bachira meguru x gn!reader. wc: 850. timeskip of sorts

more childhood friend bachira stuff, kind of part 2/elaborating on this post, more suggestive content / sexual innuendos in this one but not rlly explicit. minors do not interact

Your best friend returns to your side as nothing has happened.

As if there wasn't years long separation, once he finds you, once the two of you meet once more, now in the city you've learned to call 'home', Bachira Meguru finds you like he placed you there with his own hands.

You've grown and learned to stand on your own, to start over, to readjust to a new life and despite all the changes over the years, that space carved in the shape of Meguru remains as the one constant in your life.

And so he slips back into your life like nothing happened. It's easy to ignore the responsibilities that come with life when it's the two of you together.

Coming home to the sight of Meguru in your tshirts and questionably his shorts is a scene that spreads warmth inside you-- it should scare you how you don't even question but accept it as if that has always been your view. You fall into the comfort of domesticity far quicker than normal.

He's still your Meguru despite the years, and he must feel the same for you.

Soon it becomes one of your favorite activities to spend time in the kitchen; for always Meguru finds you soon after, arms sneaking up behind you and hogging you with his full body from behind. Chin placed on your shoulder, he tucks his nose by your neck, seeming to watch but not really paying attention to anything other than your scent, your breathing, your hands and how your fingers move under the light, mind soon dazes off to bringing back images of when your hands would act in similar ways.

He always keeps you as close as you can-- pulling you to his lap, spreading his legs open and pulling you to the space between, his face always stationed next to yours, his hands always on your body. Though the intensity may differ, the base of the actions remain- regardless of the location, of where and whom there might be, he keeps you on him, with him at all times and not once do you make a sound.

This is all you've ever known, this is familiar territory- this you and Meguru, simply.

You've long stopped caring about what's appropirate, what's the accepted norm between friends when you know what you and Meguru have is something special, something to call your own.

He always nests his head, his hands roam and fiddle with your fingers like theirs, so what? He nuzzles and gets under your skin, inhales your scent and you let him, you enjoy the feeling-- you do the same too, hands cupping his face, he places kisses anywhere, everywhere-- and you think most days, nobody knows you like Meguru does, not even yourself. Your wardrobes have long gotten mixed with one another and neither of you seem to care.

He always finds his way back to you in the end.

Nights where he arrives late, you hear the shuffling of the sheets and him crawling under the covers. Hot, naked skin burns into yours; sometimes it is soft, thin layers that separate you. There is something primal and beautiful about forgoing all layers, you think, that Meguru proves time and time again. As bare as life, such things as nudity is not something either of you really mind with each other- maybe quite the opposite in fact.

He tastes you on his tongue and you, on your skin. He moves and acts in ways you always crave, sensing your needs before they present to you clearly. A finger there draws circles, his hand grabs and kneads, he likes to entangle his legs with yours, to push slightly with a knee. Perhaps there is not a single thing about Meguru that you don't know of-- every taste, every sound, how he handles something precious to him and how he loves. Meguru loves so big and grand, you take it with open hands, eyes rolled back, mouth slightly gaping. You taste the two of you on his tongue, and find it the most enchanting taste your nerves has ever processed.

Meguru looks at you with eyes big and beautiful, to show you his love and you never once avert your gaze. Honey drips down, warmth envelopes you all around. With Meguru you always feel your stomach flutter, that buzzing of the bees in summer as they lie on the flowers with love and care-- to take something they offer to nature and make it theirs, to create something sweet as love itself and return. The bee always returns to the flower it picks, and it always blooms, spreads the petals open for it.

By summer passes and winter comes, despite the deflation you feel by your side, you don't let it get to you. The sun always rises again and your bee returns, until then your life still shaped with a spot just for him to fit right in and a part of him you carry within you, you carry on with the ghost of his touch throughout your days

[p1z-d0n7jud6em3]

THINKING ABOUT…..

Reo with a self-made business woman!reader.

You had a pretty rough but fine childhood, your dad leaving you and your mom, when you were just two years old. Your mom, confused and depressed, didn’t know what to do, and then decided to take matters into her own hands, raising you into the woman you are now. It’s not like you and your mom had money to go by. Your mom had worked from home, which meant you could spent time with her!

Now, there was one thing about you, that both your mom and you had realized, growing up. You were gifted. Very. You would always top your class, come first in many competitions (which you had willingly participated in), and that, and your mom encouraged you to join many courses. Mostly business ones. You were always interested in the business industry, desperate to know how it worked, so you did your research, read many business books, and took many courses.

You had then taken a very difficult and risky decision, after you had graduated from high school (which had led to you and your mom arguing about it, but she eventually gave in, trusting you). You would have to skip college. That’s right. You had skipped college, not getting to experience it. But it was worth it, though. Your business had started small, then grew and grew. And you were shocked. That was an understatement. You had just started young, and look where you were now!

Safe to say, your mom was proud of you. Very, very proud of you. Pretty soon, you guys were living in a nice mansion, you were spoiling your mom, and you were working hard, getting recognized by many huge people.

Now, here you were, walking as fast as you could on the streets of the city. It was pretty cold and windy. The weather was foggy, and there was light rain. You were so focused on getting to your headquarters as fast as you could, that you didn’t realize your surroundings and had bumped into someone. A guy. Stuttering an apology, you froze. It was Mikage Reo, the heir to his company. You weren’t nervous, but quite surprised. You didn’t expect to bump into him, let alone for him to be here, of all places.

“I’m so sorry-,” he stops talking as soon as he meets your eyes, recognition swirling in them, along with something else you couldn’t pinpoint. You notice of course, but what comes next out of his mouth, shakes you. “You’re pretty.” “W-what,” you say, shocked, and blink. The purple haired guy then stutters an apology. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” he says, and you both just stare at each other.

Well, this was embarrassing, considering the fact that some people were watching you guys. I mean, why wouldn’t they be? You then gulp, clearing your throat.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you like that, I was just in a hurry,” you say, looking down and then moving past him but he blocks your way, catching you off guard as your brows furrow. “Excuse me?” “Um, I’m sorry, but would you mind if I take you out? I-I mean not as a date, of course, but just like that,” he says, his words fading away as he stares at you, looking nervous.

But you were just shocked. Because, you know him. He was kind of your idol. Someone you looked up to. And here he was, asking you out. Weighing your options, you sigh softly. “I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to be-,” “N-no wait, please I just want to-,” even Reo himself realized what he was doing. But he couldn’t help it. You were pretty, and not only that, but he also admired you, both your works and achievements, and just…..you.

You then sigh, a little annoyed, which lights up his eyes with anticipation. “Fine, just text me on insta,” you say, staring at him, and then you walk away, hands shoved in your coat’s pockets, blush dusting your cheeks, as Reo grins a little, nodding, his face in the same condition as yours. He felt like he had just achieved something big.

Because he did. And yup, he had definitely fallen hard for you.

Bonus: The blue lock boys found out about Reo and you going out together because of an article, and they were surprised, bombarding Reo with questions.

Divider by @hyuneskkami

[pinkteethmarks]

(2.5) THE TIME HE STAYED IN; OLIVER AIKU

0.7k words

2 OF “EASY” - M.LIST - 3 OF “EASY”

the morning glow seeped in through the peaks of the curtains, the soft breeze flowing in through the window aired out the smell of sweat and sex that coated the air thickly from last night.

soft snores escaped from your lips, harmonising with the chirps from the birds outside.

the sharp rings from his phone rung, he had woken before his alarm - per usual.

he groggily turned his phone alarm off, turning back to face your squished cute face against the pillow, a smile slowly grew on his face.

sadly, he needed to go to practice, at least, that was what his brain was telling him.

but it was like his heart and soul was stuck to the bed, his eyes glued onto your face and his fingers buzzed with excitement as he remembered that you were his, his to hold, touch, explore and have.

soon, you began to awaken yourself. you were used to waking up early due to your workouts being early in the morning.

you opened your eyes and rubbed them while your stretched, your eyes roaming around until they found him right next to you, just like he always would be.

“morning baby.” you smiled, your raspy morning voice sounding like a symphony to him.

“morning baby.” oliver repeated, smiling along with you as his arms started to pull you closer to his chest.

you giggled in response, letting him drag into his hold because that was where you felt safest, with his arms around you and his voice, balming and sweet and dipped in honey whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“need to get up soon, i’ve got practice.” oliver had told you, knowing you hated when he left.

“no you don’t.” you groaned into his chest, causing oliver to chuckle softly.

“sadly, i do.” oliver laughed.

“come on, stay in today. i’ll make your favourite, we can put on that horrible movie we started yesterday night and we can hang out together all day.” you persuaded, pulling yourself out of his hold momentarily to looking into his eyes.

his eyes were enchanting, two different colours that pulled you into a trip. you felt high on happiness and drunk on love, the cross fade allowing you to feel like you were in an eternal heaven.

“you always tell me to stay in.” oliver argued back.

“and you never listen!” you huffed childishly.

“because i need to be the best, you know how that lost to blue lock was for us.” he sighed.

you looked at him as his face dropped and his smile faltered slightly. that loss had truly impacted his confidence, which he had a lot of.

“honey, just because they beat you, doesn’t take away from your own abilities. anyone knows that you’re a great player, things happen and sometimes they suck. doesn’t mean that you’re suddenly the bottom of the barrel.” you spoke out softly, your hand found a place in his hair as you gently scratched his scalp - his eyes fluttered and he started humming, he loved when you did that.

“you’re right.” he muttered. you had always said that he was an amazing player, he wanted to believe you so bad but everytime he remembers how they lost to a team of 16 to 18 year olds, it starts to feel embarrassed he even assumed he was even a average player.

however, you were always there to care for him. to brush his hair back, look into his eyes and tell him that you were his number one fan, that he was still one of the best and things happen.

oliver sometimes thought he must be annoying you with his insecure rants, he hated girls who would do that to him. but you never argued back, never got angry and never invalidated his feelings.

it’s felt so nice to be loved, too nice.

how was he supposed to let you go?

“maybe i’ll stay in today.” oliver sighed as your head scratches started to form into a head massage.

you cheered in response, pulling his face in and peppering his face with kisses. squealing ‘thank you’s in between, making his smile widen.

but his smile quickly faltered as he remembered, no matter how good the fantasy was, no matter how loved he felt, he had to let you go.

and it scared him how that thought had made him feel sick.

[lovinglampcalzonepalace]

RWRB Incorrect Quotes

[galecstatic]

firstprince so gay for each other they can't even sit straight

[protagaster]

I feel bad that Ruthlessness is taking so long to come about. College Finals and Group Projects do that to ya T_T

So, in the first of what I hope to be more mini-interludes posted between the main song-fics, here's a cute little interlude I made with nothing more than my coffee and pure vibes!

Made with inspiration from my partner in crime - @somereaderinblue

I Need Her to be Mine (EPIC! Swap AU)

Odysseus swoons over the Spartan princess that is unable to leave his mind…

~

Athena tried to be supportive, she really did, but right now all she wanted was to end herself. Nevermind the Gods can’t be killed, she’s the Goddess of Wisdom. She can find a way. 

The reason behind this sudden desire to walk her uncle’s realm: the honey-filled ramblings of her love-struck student. 

“She’s amazing, Athena! Unlike any girl I’ve ever seen!” 

Odysseus paced to and fro in lines across his guest-room, his sparkling eyes and dopey grin never once leaving his facial features. 

“Her bright smile, her intelligent eyes, the way her tongue pokes out when she’s deep in thought and how her nose scrunches up wherever a plan of hers works out…” 

Athena watched as Odysseus wrapped his arms around himself in a single person hug, flopping down on his bed with a light thud.

“The sound of her voice, the witty edge to her words, how her eyes light up and her hair bounces with every skip of her step…”

Odysseus suddenly threw himself up, now sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Did you see the way she handled her spear!?” Odysseus sighed, recalling their interaction mere hours ago. “Patient, graceful, careful and considerate of the strategy she’d use against her opponent…” 

Athena raised an eyebrow, recalling the scene she watched from her owl form’s eyes.

Penelope, a name the Goddess now knew due to the sheer amount of times Odyseeus would utter it under his every breath, had challenged her pupil to a friendly duel. Whatever for, Athena had no clue. Perhaps the reason occurred when she was momentarily away from Odysseus’ side, taking notice of a peculiar boy by the name of Diomedes… 

Well, regardless of the reason, Odysseus had accepted Penelope’s challenge. 

Athena arrived in the middle of the duel, which took place in one of Sparta’s many individual training grounds, consisting only of the mortals and their Gods. 

That’s right. THIER Gods. 

Athena did not have to see him to know Ares was near, for a fellow war God’s aura is hard to hide. She could just feel her brother’s presence surrounding her, staining the Spartan palace in very specific zones. It did not to long for Athena to realize Ares’ aura was strongest wherever Penelope would roam. 

Sure enough, after a quick gaze through the girl using her divine sight, Athena saw Penelope was claimed with Ares’ touch. 

Though they were both Gods of War, Ares and Athena had a very different claim of ownership when it came to their students. 

As hers, Odysseus would appear to be surrounded by an elegant cluster of soft to the touch blue and white owl fathers; under his feet with every step, a layer of blue sand that twinkled like the stars in the inky night sky. The sand and feathers showcased the enrichment of the young warrior’s ever growing mind, encouraging him to take in the wisdom that would make him an effective warrior of the mind. 

Penelope, however, appeared very different when gazed at through divine eyes. As she belonged to Ares, the girl’s figure was closely guarded by sharp red and black vulutre feathers; under her feet was a layer of red sand, scorching and dusty akin to the fields of battle that took place many years ago in the exact ground where she now stood. The sand and feathers surrounding her illustrated the girl’s courage-filled drive, fueled by pure emotional passion and determination that made her an exemplary warrior of the heart. 

Just as Ares and Athena embodied the opposite sides of war, Penelope and Odysseus demonstrated the type of soldier one could be when entering the dance floor of battle.

It was fitting, Athena supposed. Odysseus was an emotionally-driven young boy who, despite his naturally genius intellect to those around him, needed someone like Athena to help him hone in on his mindfulness and cunning. 

Penelope, meanwhile, was a naturally patient and bright young girl who was always pondering, more conscious of her decisions than she needed to be. Much as Athena loathed to admit it, the girl needed someone like Ares to help her center on her emotions and be more assertive for her own sake. 

Still, Athena couldn’t help but think of it it as a pity. 

Penelope had an innate wisdom and natural sense of patience to her. Had she been taken under Athena’s wing, the Goddess could have molded her to be a truly competent warrior of the mind. 

Unfortunately, Ares had managed to dig his claws into the girl before Athena could have taken her. And so, instead of fully utilizing her cunning, Penelope tried to rely on a quick strikes and bouts of adrenaline to defeat Odysseus in their friendly match. 

However, just like every other instance where Ares tried to defeat Athena, his student was quickly made to yield by hers. Athena thought it to have concluded there, that her and Odysseus’ bout with Ares and Penelope to have been fulfilled in its entirety. 

But, Odysseus proved her otherwise when he continued to gush about Penelope even though it had been hours after their competition-

Oh, he was still gushing about her. 

“-I need her to be mine!” Odysseus yelled out to the world from his window. 

Athena only rolled her eyes at his declaration.

Still, even if she hasn’t a hand for all things romance-related, Athena couldn’t help but find herself wanting to support her pupil in his heartfelt endevor. He had suffered immensely through others telling him he wasn’t even in the young Spartan Princess’ league, ranging from his fellow suitors (a formality, as he had no desire to even entertain a marriage to Helen) to even Penelope’s own father. 

And, despite crying his love out to night sky outside, Athena knew Odysseus was still aching through the anxiety and insecurity of believing himself to be not good enough for Penelope.

…

Athena let out an internal sigh, a migraine already beginning to form. 

If she wanted to help Odysseus in his matters of the heart, if she wanted a more clear understanding of how Penelope felt about him in turn, she needed the help of her insufferable brother…

Athena needed to find a way to privately meet up with Ares…

[rockingtheorange]

Detail number: impossible to count

If you pay attention (sound on 🔊) at the beginning you can hear two types of steps. I've always thought it was Henry running out of his room but he's only doing a few light steps, it's Alex the one who's running in the hallway and only slowing down on the stairs.

Alex needed to hug his baby like his life depended on it (literally🥹)

Lovesick homosexuals ❤ They're so soft

(Disclaimer: during sound editing the environmental sounds might get changed, added or removed. Happens more often than we think that the sounds aren't the ones recorded, but I'd personally say it's really Taylor running here because you can very briefly see him arriving with move energy than just by walking🥺)

[ask-lovesick-au]

STATUS UPDATE

hello, mod here!

first off, i'd like to apologize for my ..absence.

i greatly overworked myself with this project and lost all interest surrounding it because of that. and if you follow my main- you know that i'm very bad with staying committed to bigger things like this. all of this stuff smushed together to make a rather unpleasant experience for me while running this. regardless, i probably shouldn't have left y'all in the dark, so i'm sorry

second, the story

this was a very... poorly put together story with many plot holes and cracks throughout. long story short, i dont like how i wrote the "scenes" and the characters, they were frankly dry and confusing.

the story didn't actually have a pre written direction on how it was supposed to go, it was all freestyled and resulted in a jumbled mess

(note: earth's storyline. i knew what i wanted to do with it but i never led into it, everything with her just ended up vague and gatekeepy)

third, the future of the blog

ive been planning for the past few months to restart ALL of this. redo everything and take more time sewing it together. some planned changes inculde;

-minor character design changes

-new infected designs

-character personalities and behaviors

-dialog

-clearer layout of the plex

-PLANNED arcs

there may be a whole new blog to take the place of this one. we're talking full restart. all new art too! maybe even *gasp* animatics!

so this might take a while, we just hope you'll stick along for the ride :)

[simplydnp]

nOOO phil we love your blue eyes!! who out here is being a hater i will Fight you

[miss0atae]

Prepare to be sick of me on Sunday from now on because I'm interested by so many series.

[kronosveritas]

Hello chat I’ve finally returned (with more Lavernius Tucker for all of your Lavernius Tucker needs)

I need to color this but I also suck at adding color to sketches so we will see 💀🩵 I adore him though.

The boy. >:)

[dreamalongwithamy]

They’re all I have. THEY’RE ALL I HAVE!! the only thing keeping me tethered to this mortal plane of existence.

[kittyisaddicted]

Not Alex pretending not to know if Henry is his forever, but then running around and telling everybody that they have been together since their first kiss (even though Henry ghosted him for three.fucking.months!).

I mean, telling the whole NATION they have been a thing since New Year's! (I can't for the live of me find a gif with the line, but take this post instead)

"Henry and I have been together since the beginning of this year."

So this is the face of a man who met his fate.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” “Consciously? Since, like, the DNC. Subconsciously, in total denial? A long-ass time. At least since you kissed me.” (p.282)

My fucking heart.