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[ya-what--ya-erster]

What are you an-

[chattycups]

[bi-writes]

how would simon react if his mail order bride got really really sick?

mail-order bride

the phone is ringing.

he's on leave, so normally he would never even touch the thing. but there are only two ringtones he has to answer to, and this one isn't price.

he picks it up, putting it to his ear. he wipes the sweat off his brow, letting out a sigh as he steps back under the shade. the sun is out today, of course choosing to beat down on him the one day he finally decided to build you better planters for your little garden.

you've taken to it quite nicely. you love being out here, tending to the little roots and the tiny leaves that have started to sprout. he thinks you look so cute when you're out here, on your knees. you always tie a scarf around your hair and wear these sage green gloves, and he thinks you look so fucking adorable when you come back inside with dirt along your brow and a sweet little smile on your face. you always give him an update. the carrots are so stubborn, you huff, and he tries to hide his grin as you bring out your little gardening journal and scribble in it all frustrated. look, simon! the tomatoes! look! look!--and he practically keens when you grab his hand to bring him outside so he can see.

but it's gotten too small. you've outgrown the little boxes of dirt, and simon knows you're itching to do more. the planter is only half done, so he's a little peeved to be interrupted while he's just starting to get it together.

"wot is it, luv, i'm--"

"s-simon?" your voice is a soft whimper, and you're sniffling on the other line. simon stands up straighter, dropping his tools immediately as he wipes his hands on his jeans and starts to go inside.

"oi. wot happened?"

"s-simon, i-i don't feel so good, c-could you come get me?"

simon lets out a low breath, shaking his head.

"fuckin' hell, luv," he mutters, grabbing his keys and wallet by the door. "still at the library?" you had asked him to drop you off in town, wanting to visit a few of the shops along the main road. your eyes had bugged when you saw the quaint little library and pastry shop, and he agreed to come back later after your little excursion.

"y-yeah, i-i..." you cough a little. "i-i got...i got sick. in the bathroom, i-i--"

"'s olright," he quiets you. "'m comin'. gimme a few minutes."

simon finds you in the family restroom of the little library, seated on the floor and hugging the toilet. he curses under his breath when he finds you, tears blurring your vision as you cry. you didn't sound so bad on the phone, but maybe you were just holding it together until you got yourself some help.

"ohhhh, swee'eart," he sighs, pushing the hood of his jacket off as he kneels down to your level. he wipes the sweat off your forehead with a gloved hand, cupping you under your jaw. "you olright?"

"no," you sob, gasping a little between tears. "i feel terrible, s-simon, i--"

"olright," he coos. "'m 'ere now. let's get ya 'ome. get ya into bed, tha' sound good?"

you nod. you look sickly, eyes dull, a cold sweat breaking out all over you. he suspects it might be the flu, considering the body aches you seem to have and the headache you tell him about as he helps you into the car. he gives you some water, stroking your face gently, and when you tell him how cold you are, he shucks his jacket off and drapes it over you before taking you back home.

you're in and out of consciousness over the next few hours. simon had helped you into your pajamas before tucking you into bed. he watched you with a glare to make sure you took the medicine he gave you, and he made you drink at least four glasses of water before he let you drift off to sleep.

when you wake up later in the evening, the cat is purring on her little bed hanging on the windowsill. simon had installed it a few weeks ago, a little perch bed so she could look outside and watch the little bunnies that came by in the morning. it's dark out now, and when you look around, simon has turned your little diffuser on, and it smells like lemons.

"s-simon?" you croak. your throat hurts. you hear a shuffle in the kitchen, and then simon is coming into the room. he doesn't turn the main light on, merely coming close and flicking the low lamp on beside you.

"'ow are ya feelin'?" he asks softly. your eyes are watery again, and he sighs, putting the back of his hand to your forehead and grimacing. "not as warm, at least. what do ya need, hmm?"

"my throat," you whisper. "i-it hurts--"

"i'll bring ya a cuppa, baby," simon murmurs. you sniffle, leaning into his hand. "do ya want somethin' ta eat? anythin'? got some bread...some soup if y'r up for it."

your lip wobbles, and he shakes his head, kissing your forehead gently.

"i'll bring ya some bread. if ya can keep it down, we'll try the soup, yeah?"

you just nod and shrug, and he picks up the box of tissues on the dresser and takes one out. he comes back to you, holding your cheek gently with one hand and wiping your tears with the other. he dabs at the sweat gently before he lets you relax again.

"i'll be right back."

you close your eyes when he leaves. you vaguely hear him in the kitchen, the sound of cookware and the whine of the kettle on the stove. simon comes back into the bedroom a little while later, holding a small plate and a steaming mug of tea. he sets down the tea, telling you it's something lemon with honey, and he shows you the thin slice of bread he's toasted with a little butter.

he sits with you while you eat small bites, and he helps you drink the warm tea that immediately soothes your insides. you start to cry again, but not from feeling so terrible.

"wot's wrong?" simon huffs, and you just look up at him, clinging to his shirt, pulling him onto the bed.

"t-thank you," you whisper, and simon just shakes his head.

"wot for?"

"f-for taking care of me. f-for c-coming to get me...for..."

simon meets your eyes, holding them, and he narrows his eyes.

"don't thank me," he says firmly. "wot fuckin' kind o' man would i be if i didn't take care of my wife, eh? sorry fuckin' wanker, is wot i'd be."

"b-but--"

"and when y'r better," he interrupts you, standing as he takes your plate, "got everythin' set up for ya outside. can move the lettuce, like ya wanted."

you sink into the cushions, happy tears in your eyes, and simon leaves, busying himself with the dishes as he tries to fight off the warm, aching feeling in his chest.

fuck, it feels so good to take care of you. to see you smile. to see your wobbly lip and those tear-filled eyes and know that he can make it all better--it feels so fucking good.

when he comes to bed later that night, you're still asleep, but you move towards him, seeking his warmth. it's instinctual now, easy.

there's a place at his side that's made only for you. it's shaped just how you are, it cannot be mistaken to be for anyone else.

when he whispers that he loves you into the dark, you don't hear him. but you scoot just that much closer.

[loghainmactirs-archive]

The face of a man that wished he’d stayed in Atlanta.

[lucreziasredwyne]

∞

lucrezia rested her head against omer’s shoulder, her fingers delicately tracing the fabric of his tunic as though it grounded her entirely. the warmth of his kiss lingered on her skin, soft and fleeting like the sun’s last light before the evening tide, every part of her body seemed to move to curl into his. she listened in silence as he spoke, his words threading through her mind like the weave of a tapestry, each one pulling at the fabric of her thoughts. she listened to listen.

when he paused, she tilted her head to look up at him, her hazel eyes shimmering with something between sorrow and reverence; and yet, when their gaze met she couldn't help but allow the smallest of smiles to cause the corners of her lips to twitch upward. "i know...i know, there's no use in thinking of such things in such depth." how even in the hardest of conversations, where she felt like she were finally confessing something, he couldn't help but make her smile merely by looking down at her.

“honestly,” she began softly, her voice almost a whisper, “what truly unsettles me—is the fact they do all of that and then just...walk the halls, attend feasts...” her hand moved to cup his jaw, her thumb brushing against the edge of the beginning of his stubble as though seeking reassurance in his solidity. “you, are different. there are others that are different...i know this in my heart. but there are others—men who revel in the ruin they create, who see conquest not as necessity but as... as indulgence. i just do not see how you are able to tell the difference.” she shifted slightly in his lap, feeling his chest rise and fall against her face.

"like. everyone knows axell royce is demented - you can see it in his eyes. most of the women do. but there are others who did everything, and then just returned home like it was nothing. and they just seem normal now...like, you could be sitting next to one. or giving one a favour."

she sighed, the sound heavy and laden with exasperation, overthinking and nights that continued to plague her. “i know you would never allow me to face such horrors again. and i believe you. with all my heart, i believe you. but the memories…” her voice faltered, and she pressed her forehead against his chest, finding a fragile strength in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “they are like ghosts, omer. they do not speak, but they linger. their silence is worse than any scream.” her words like a confession; never had she admitted to the feelings of anxiety and terror that still plague her some nights in her sleep, or when she awoke with a racing heart and sweat soaking through her nightgown.

she fell silent then, her tears unspoken but evident in the way she clung to him, as though he were the only thing anchoring her to the shore amidst a sea of memories that threatened to pull her under. "i don't know whether it is normal to still get dreams as such. i don't know how women are supposed to deal with these things." because men were able to speak on the terrors of war, on the sleepless nights among themselves; what was she to do? how could she bring it up?

"It is a choice, my love." Omer answered firmly as he held on to her, his wife would hold on to these things forever. These memories would creep up at the worse times, these memories would break moments of peace and come up during meals or kill laughter on your tongue. It was war. War never left. The way the cloaks and capes men wore in battle would forever smell of death. Death didn't leave. It settled into the bones of memories long thought to be buried.

"We all make choices. I've been a knight since I was 14, I've seen death come down on smallfolk from mountain clans and fallen knights alike. Men make choices. Knights and Lords will say, 'it is war, we are primal' and perhaps there is something carnal to it all. But we choose to go further. Choose to burn, rape, and slaughter. Those are choices made by those who've no character. No morals." Omer paused briefly.

"The Lion king sends his brother out to terrorize and he does. What he does not do his men will do. And the choose it. When Cedric tasked me with protecting our lands from his mad brother, I did not burn and pillage, I protected." Even Garland Hightower sat in their council and bragged of burning their own people.

Omer kissed her cheek and then her shoulder lightly. "War does not leave us, Lulu. I know one thing, you'll never have to do this again. Never will you see the fires of battle and hear the sounds of death." Save for what came to her in her dreams. Omer would lie by her side and take her in his arms. "The things we do for our lands, our family, some times it haunts us. But our children, they will know the peace we fight for, the peace we seek." And he knew his words wouldn't make it better, but he hoped he could ease it some.

[qtboni]

hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?

HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3

C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses

Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.

The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.

"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.

For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"

You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"

Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.

"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.

You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.

You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."

Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.

"Baby soldier?" He asked.

"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"

"I am so not a baby soldier."

"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.

Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"

You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.

Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.

It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.

And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.

[idillyas]

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[kattheweirdone]

So i just came back from watching the Dogman movie ( with @flowerisbored07 ) and heres my honest review

[LOTS OF SPOILERS]👇👇👇

IT WAS SO GOOD 100/10

Dont listen to rotten tomatoes. they're all adults watching a children's movie, and they probably dont understand most of the jokes because of not reading the books (ー_ー;). You would only get it if you read the books, which why would you watch it if you dont know what it is? Lots of good movie references, one that stuck out to me was a reference to the movie Aliens, the line "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU B####!!! " Very good 👍.

THE ART AND VISUALS?!? >:D

For the movie, they used meny 2d backgrounds that looked SO BEAUTIFUL 😍. They captured the 2d look the the books that really hit my heart (｡-ω-). The 3d animation was done so well. I am always scared when a movie/show is based on a graphic novel due to the character designs. However, this movie's 3d designs were done so well ◆u◆. Give the animators a BIG ASS RAISE >:].

VOICE ACTING C:

10/10, I was scared about Pete Davison playing Petey, but it fits well :].

Now, time for off-topic things (aka more spoilers)

TRAUMA :D

To sum up, Dogman was very sad about knight being gone and causing a weird taste in music, I'll talk about later on. Petey just has daddy issues, no joke, laughed so hard when they started making fun of it.

GIRL BOSSES 💅💅💅

WE GOT 4 GIRL BOSSES

1. Petey's Assistant - Loved her sm she was so sassy

2. Sarah - Do I really need to say???

3. Mayor - she was such a diva, literally carried the movie

4. Milly? - I think that was her name? But she reminds me of myself :D

Dogman's taste in music???

The dude listened to a sad old song in one scene and then Miley Cyrus in the next, both for when he was depressed.

DETEY REAL?!?

THEY WENT TO SAVE THEIR SON, and they said they were "partners" for like 6 minutes. They also got shared custody between lil Petey.... i know what you are 🏳️‍🌈

Sarah and Chief...

While I will say I do miss Chief and Nurse Lady, I do think they did a good job at Sarah and Chief. I mean, like, I know why Sarah liked Chief

Luv u Spyro, but im not paying for your therapy

[viciousins]

truth be told , he hadn't found the appeal in other women since meeting genie . hadn't actually spoken to the groupie in question for weeks . but he'd rather die with that information than confess genuine feelings . it certainly didn't fit his carefully crafted rockstar image . ' you can't be mad at me . it's not like we've discussed whether we're fucking other people or not . ' gaze attempts to read sculpted features , but it's as if they're written in a foreign language . indecipherable to indigo's eye . ' you're right . we're not together . which means you're allowed to go fuck someone else too , maybe get a bit of that angst out of your system . ' instantly regrets suggestion , as the image of her with another is enough to boil blood & transform skin green with envy .

‎‎‎feminine     features     turn     towards     indigo     holding     a     glare     , disgust prominent     .     ❛     she     wouldn't     be     under     my     skin     ,     if     it     wasn't     evident     she's     been under     you     .   ❜     she     chooses     her     words     carefully     ,     refusing     to     grant him     the     satisfaction     of     knowing     how deep     his     actions     cut     .     ❛     —— besides     we     aren't together ,     so     i     have     zero     interest     who     you     decide to groggily     thrust     in     and     out     of     .     ❜

[baesol]

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　　　hii thank you all for 29k followers!! i'm so so happy & can't wait to hit 30k soon omg! as i've said before i'm gonna be ia for a bit because of exams but i have a few scheduled posts ^^ i am so grateful for each and every one of u guys aah you guys are genuinely the sweetest! i love u guys so so much

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[bunicate]

mimi ! ! ! ! new genshin boyie dat has been catchin m eye iz ayatoooo ໒꒰ྀི ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ྀི১ veri prettie . . he’z so . . . yeah :3 wld luv 2 hear ur thoughts abt him — big bro ayato esp 🎀

milk ! ! hi bbie . i have to say that i luvvv that ur into genshin. ayato is such a gud pick in terms of being a boyfie for several reasons, but we have to talk abt ayato-nii specifically ♡ when playing genshin, there were two things that stuck out to me specifically abt ayato that i believe heavily influences his behavior with his litl sister ! !

1. ayato is a busy bee !

since ayato-nii is frequently swamped with loads of responsibility from being clan leader and the head the shuumatsuban, he’s unfortchie very stressed. i think the last thing he needs is to be worried about his dear little sister, so he develops some rules.

nothing too hard really. just some simple measures to ensure you can take care of yourself in his absence. but we also know that ayato-nii is very mischievous. you can’t touch your little cunny no matter how much u want to. he frequently does pussy inspections nd if you’ve been bad his punishments consists of edging tht makes u near tears .

2. ayato has values loyalty nd obedience nd prefers doggies ( a bad day for us bunnies )

he likes good girls who listen .he much rather reward good behavior nd gosh . . . I fink he likes when u grovel nd beg real bad. like in a very degenerative way … he likes a bit too much when u beg ur big bro for his cum nd to play with your sticky parts :c it turns him on sm but he’s soooooo good at hiding it. super calm n collected when ur brokenly asking him 2 fck u eeeeek

[y-vna]

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TYSM FOR 500 OMGGGGGG?? (And almost 100 drafts too im dead....) IM SCREAMINGG....ITS ONLY BEEN LIKE 3-4 MONTHS SINCE I STARTED THIS BLOG I NEVER IMAGINED I WOULD GET HERE ONGG :((

The time on tumblr has been a rollercoaster for sure, but after a while you start to see who you really bond with and then before you know it you have way too many besties on here <33 AND TY FOR BEARING WITH MY BAD POSTING SCHEDULE AND BEING SO SLOW TO DO ANYTHING 😭😭

IDK WHAT YALL WANT ME TO DO FOR 500 (THATS CRAZY ITS HALFWAY TO 1K??) BUT LMK IG 🤧🤧🥹🥹😭😭 (craving another event but I kinda hate hosting and I'm still doing prizes for months ago sob..)

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[da-rulah]

No idea if you deleted this one or maybe it just didn't give you any inspiration, but I just wanna say I'm addicted to your stories, the way you write fiction gives me literal goosebumps and OMG 😭😭... Ugh, If you ever get some time could you write some pathetic whimpering cardi C of him finding out his partner only using him for his position in the church then being comforted by the reader? Nswf if you want 🥰. Love you sm! Hope you have a great day/evening/night luv :)

Hey lovely! Thank you so so much, that's so sweet of you to say 🥹 Strangely, I don't remember getting an ask with this request in? I'm so sorry if I skimmed over it at some point, but I'd be happy to do this one for you!

I've made Copia's sexuality fluid, since I don't know your gender and would like to keep the reader neutral for all to enjoy!

He's also a total bumbling idiot and this has got to be one of the sillier things I've written him doing.

SFW, GN!Reader

The Cardinal was so lost in his sorrow, so immersed in his own world of sadness that he wouldn't notice right now if a meteor hit him. He sat in his quarters, his head in his hands, snivelling and sniffling into the leather with whimpers that to his own ears sounded incredibly pathetic. But he just couldn't help himself...

The knife of betrayal was still lodged firmly in his back, and the pain was radiating, burning him right through to his chest.

Lost in his despair as he was, he didn't notice the click of his front door opening, nor your humming as you wondered in with arms full of clean laundry to bring back to him.

"Hey C, just me... I got your shirts steamed, and that curry stain was a nightmare to get out of your cassock, but hey, you know I work miracles down in that laundry room..." you wittered on, not even looking around the room as you barged in, dumping the pile of fresh clothing on the end of his bed as you usually would as part of your duties.

Having been friends with the Cardinal for well over a decade, marching into his quarters unannounced wasn't rare for you and had only resulted in maybe four occasions where you'd seen more than you bargained for...

At the sound of your voice, he finally looked up, snapping his head in your direction to be met with your back, dropping the clothes on his bed.

"G-grazie..." he stuttered, wiping quickly at the tears on his cheeks and straightening himself up. He didn't want you to see him like this. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was weak. But when you turned to look at him, you knew immediately he was no okay.

"C?" You rushed to his side, immediately settling on your knees in front of him, taking his hands in yours. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"What do you mean? I'm fine," he tried to style it out, unaware of the black streaks from his eye make up down his face. You reached up and swiped his cheek with your thumb, showing the smudge that coated your finger.

"Yeah, you look it..." you deadpanned, a hint of dry sarcasm, "Come on, you can't hide it from me if you tried. What happened?"

Copia squeezed your hands in his, chewing the inside of his cheek until he found the courage to say what had him so upset.

"She was lying to me... She got promoted in the clergy and, eh... dumped me... She said she only was using me..." The pitch of his voice rose with that last part, more tears threatening to spill from his waterline. Anger boiled inside you; you'd never liked that bitch, there was always something sleazy about her...

Not that you'd have ever said that to him. He already accused you once of hating everybody he dated a few years back. The fact that it was true and caused by some harboured and unspoken feelings for him was beside the point... Copia was your friend, you best friend, and you had to support him.

But now? You wanted the wring the neck of that viper.

"Oh, honey... I'm sorry," you settled for; Copia needed comfort right now, not an 'I told you so' or 'I knew it'. You got up from the floor, hands still holding his, and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder and tugging him closer.

"I have such terrible luck... Why must I fall for the wrong people?" he whined, submerged in his own pity party.

"You can't blame yourself, C, she was clearly manipulating you... It's got nothing to do with you and who you fall for," you told him genuinely. It wasn't his fault he was too kind, to open and left hopelessly craving affection thanks to a childhood devoid of it.

"Sí, it does... First there was Sister Daphne when I was a teenager; she turned out to be so cruel. Then there was Brother Alfonso; he was a bad person. Then Sister Paula, but she never liked me back anyway... Then you, but you only wanted my friendship, and then-"

"What...?" you interrupted his woeful ramblings, the mention of 'you' like a sucker punch to the throat.

"Sí, you remember, I told you years ago I had feelings for you but you said you wanted to stay friends!"

"N-no, you didn't..." you told him, no recollection of the memory at all. You'd certainly remember that... and that absolutely would NOT have been your response.

"Sí, Sí, we were walking through the gardens looking at the moonflowers... you said you liked them because they only bloom at night. I told you I had feelings for you and you said that was lovely of me, but we were better as good friends, and then I remember looking up at the moon and back but you were gone, and then one of my rats crawled up my arm and whispered to me that I-"

He stopped dead, his rambling ceasing immediately as his eyes widened and his cheeks fell, realisation hitting him.

"Oh, no..."

"Y-you... based years of you not talking to me about this... off of a dream?!"

"Well, I... No, but it was so real..."

"Real enough that your rat started whispering things to you?! Satanas, Copia!" you scolded, shoving him away from you with a few playful slaps to his arm. "You are unbelievable!"

"I-I'm sorry! I really thought... I forgot about the rat, I just, um... cazzo," he cursed himself, feeling a bigger fool than he ever had. He'd spent too much energy focussing on the part of that dream that felt real, the one where you kindly rejected him and asked him to move on, to be friends. He so wholeheartedly believed that was a memory...

"How long?" you asked him...

"Uh, for a few years..."

"Copia..."

"Okay, fine, maybe 8 years," he admitted, hiding his face in his hands again. He felt so humiliated.

"And do you still...?" A heavy silence settled between you. Copia refused to remove his head from his hands. You pulled on his wrists, trying desperately to get him to look at you.

"Per favore, I feel foolish!" he whined, muffled by his hands.

"Copia, stop it! Do you still have feelings for me or not?" you asked him, desperate for a response. Finally, he dropped his hands and briefly looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"Sí... Mi dispiace, I don't want to ruin this friendship, but I-" You interrupted him again, planting both palms firmly on either side of this bumbling idiot's head and forcing him towards you so you could plant a bruising kiss to his lips, thus, finally shutting him up.

Copia's hands flew up in the air while he searched for balance, pulled off-centre by your ferocious kiss. The sight to anybody else would have been comical; his cheeks smushed under your hands, his eyes wide and limbs flailing as he registered exactly what you were doing.

When it sank in, he relaxed, his gloved hands gripping your wrists and body leaning into you while his lips softened against yours. From ferocious and desperate, to calmly passionate, you melted into one another.

"I am a fool," he chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours when he came up for air.

"Big fool," you told him. "And just so you don't misunderstand... I feel the same for you, C," you confessed.

"Sí, sí, I, eh... I worked that out," he laughed bashfully. "OW!"

He shot back, rubbing his cheek and looking at you with confusion and a slightly pinker cheek that the other. "Did you just pinch me...?"

"Just checking," you smiled cheekily, the both of you sharing a stupid smile and leaning into each other for another loving and long-overdue kiss.

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wow. i think like 3-4 days we just hit 100 and in a blink of an eye, we already have 150 followers! thank you so much to everyone who has followed me during this journey! without you, i wouldn't be here right now if you guys never came into my life 🫂 u guys have been the greatest moots ever and i appreciate everything you do for me. from liking my posts, reblogging them, commenting on my posts and a whole heck more. i really appreciate you guys sm 🫂

ive been looking at all your posts for the loona songs event and im loving every single one! you guys are all so creative and i love all the creativity. thank you so much for following all the rules in the post and i hope for more to come! (reminder, event ends on feb 5th and all mbs must be posted before the 3rd of feb.)

short thank you message since im making something for my sister but i want to thank all of you for the support this year and last year and i hope to make more good memories with you all! let's get to 200 guys!!

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HI! I just wanna say I luv ur art sm, literally I get so excited every time you post❤️✨

and I have a request!!! C: I’d really love to see cowboy Tim in your style 👀

tysm!!!

Yeehaw.