#of getting out of my slump

[muqingfx]

*qi rong is laying on the floor with his eyes closed*

xie lian: Hey, is he sleeping or dead?

hua cheng: Hopefully dead, I hated him.

xie lian: Yeah, me too.

qi rong , sitting up: First of all, fuck you guys.

[kr-yoongi]

Only You.

[nullroid]

Bring your son to work day 💀

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[megumiluvv]

Of course this had to happen today. Nanami’s tie just had to act up today. What even is today? Your anniversary with Kento, of course! He dressed up all nice and planned a beautiful day for you and him, but his tie won’t tie correctly and the reservation will end soon if you don’t arrive on time.

He fiddles with the tie once more and attempts to untie the knot that somehow formed, but for some damned reason, it doesn’t work. It’s a little too late for him to completely change outfits, and he almost humors the thought of leaving without his outfit complete.

Luckily, you finally come into the room in your gorgeous outfit and see his struggles. You giggle and your footsteps echo through the room as you approach your husband.

“Tie issues?”

“Yes. I don’t know how it knotted up like this,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “We’ll be late to dinner.”

“No, we won’t, I already started the car. All we have to do is fix this tie and go out to eat, we’ll be there exactly the time you planned. Punctual just how you like.”

Saying things like that reminds Kento why he fell for you. You always knew what he was thinking or knew what he needed. He never knew how you did it, but one day you had stolen his heart.

Perhaps it was your sweet smile. Or maybe your actions. Maybe it was the way you bantered with Gojo and never let him get to you. Whatever the deciding factor was, Kento loves you. A lot.

Your hands deftly work the part of the tie he’s having trouble with and untie the knot. You then lift his collar and start tying it. He watches you wrap the wide end of his tie around the narrow end, then move it through the loop you created. You then push it through the knot you created and pull the narrow end to make the tie the correct tightness and fix his collar. He sighs in relief and kisses your hand.

“Let’s go now, yeah?” He mutters against your hand.

“Mhm.”

You grin and take his hand, walking to the car, feeling his wedding ring against your fingers. The radio happens to play the song you two consider “your song”, and you hum along while he silently drives and admires your voice. You arrive at the restaurant right when you said you would, punctual as he likes. You sit at the table and order your food and drinks. When it arrives, he raises his glass to you with a small smile.

“To another amazing year with you, and many more to follow.”

“Indeed.”

You clink your glasses and drink, the rest of the night goes without a problem and you two return home to watch your favorite movie, after changing out of the clothes from dinner. You fall asleep against his shoulder and he chuckles quietly, rubbing your back and carefully lifting you into his arms. He carries you to bed and carefully unties his tie before joining you in bed. He hopes there truly are many more years to come.

Masterlist

[tomatette]

Episode XIX

more [or click here for more roommate shenanigans] credit for the quote goes to the lovely @techfan450 - thank you for giving me permission to use this :)

[go-star-sailor]

you should draw greg and wirt bundled up for winter i think greg would have a coat thats way too big and he can barely move in it because i think thats super cute lol

oh for sure!!

i remember a long time ago seeing someone’s headcanon that post unknown wirt hates feeling cold.. my heart melts thinking about him always making sure greg is warm enough too..,.,,., ough :,)

but we stay silly so have these too

[agustd3]

give him a lil kiss on the nose and tell him he worked hard

[m1dnitefloat]

yeah.

[turtleducsk]

who else loves the painted lady 😌☝🏼

[pileofmush]

In the dead of night, he crawls into your bed. 

Your eyes flutter open, but you already know who it is, for you are intimately familiar with the pad of his feet against the carpet. With the dip of your mattress underneath his weight. With the sense of calm that washes over you whenever he graces you with his presence. And that’s the best way to describe whatever you and the sorcerer have going on. Intimate—and familiar. 

You never know how to categorize it when your friends ask. 

Not friend, nor foe. Maybe both. Or maybe something in between?

There’s a tug of war inside your brain that struggles between wanting to tangle your legs with his under the soft press of your duvet, and wanting to climb atop him, wrap your hands delicately around his neck, and squeeze.

Most nights with him, you do neither. Just lie flat and stare up at the peeling ceiling tile, just barely illuminated by the midnight glow of the moon streaming through your blinds.

Some nights, you do both. Yuuta never seems to mind, either way. Says he just wants to be near you, as he wraps his limbs around you and pulls you to him, snugly. You play dead; go limp in his arms and count the warm puffs of air against the back of your neck like sheep.

It’s not normal, you know.

But it works for the two of you.

It goes like this: Okkotsu Yuuta is a lonely, lonely man, with too much heart and not nearly enough sense. 

It goes like this: You want to crawl into his skin, make home inside his chest.

And that’s really all there is to it. 

Tonight, you sit up and turn on the lamp that sits on your nightstand, casting a muted yellow glow over your surroundings. You blink, rub your eyes, and lift your head in greeting. 

“Hey,” he whispers, black eyes roving over you curiously. He seems alright—whole—though his shoulders sag with an inconceivable weight, and his eyebags speak of many sleepless nights. “What are you still doing up?” Gesturing to the clock on your nightstand that reads 3 am.

You hum. Press your tongue against your teeth. “Waiting for you,” you say, candidly. You understand he's a busy man. That he has responsibilities—'missions', he calls them. But it’s been two weeks since he last visited you. Far too long since the last time. Not long enough. 

At your admission, Yuuta’s mouth melts into a cotton-candy smile. “I missed you, too.”

…

You hadn’t said all that, but you’ll allow it.

Yuuta’s hand slips under the covers, searching for yours, and gives a firm, quick squeeze. He pulls away, reaches behind him and pulls off his navy blue sweater—the soft, cashmere one that you said would look good on him one relaxed day at the mall. The ministrations expose the taut, pale sheen of his skin as the hem of his tee slides up, and you have to breathe deeply to ground yourself.

He folds the sweater in his lap while you push the covers back, then leans over you to set it on your nightstand. Something about him hovering over you flips a primal switch within you, and without thinking you flip it so that it’s him on his back and you leaning above him. Yuuta, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye. Gets settled between your thighs and waits calmly for…

For you to inhale deeply; to breathe him in and try not to choke. His scent is a cloying, sickly sweetness. A poisonous flower, luring you to something sinister. Begging you to taste him and face the consequences.

It’s a sight to behold, his dark hair fanned out against your pillow, his darkening cheeks, and his dark, dark gaze that pins you in place. 

His hands rest on the back of your thighs, flexing assuredly, and your hands rest on his rising and falling chest, then slowly trail up, up, up, to his cheek, his jaw, his neck. You pinch his skin gently between your thumb and forefinger. Feel his pulse jump in his throat. 

He swallows, and you feel the lump of spit travel down his esophagus.

Intimate—and familiar. That’s what you are to Yuuta. Who else can say the same?

Not one. 

Your hands smooth down to his shoulders as you slowly bend to his ear. Goosebumps prickle across his flesh as you whisper, softly, “Text me the next time you’re going to be away this long.”

Yuuta’s shudder is sinful. 

“I won’t,” he croaks, then backtracks. “Take this long again. I promise.”

Your lips twist into a wry grin. “Good.”

ty for reading (๑´`๑)♡ for my lovely anon, rosie <3

[blanketfortz]

like looking in a mirror

[starwarjotta]

Day 1 - droid worst attempt at infiltration ever (doing the star wars drawtober prompts by @fanfoolishness and @dankfarrikdrabbles, thank you for the list!!)

[bagofmice]

naked michael save me.....

naked michael

save me naked michael

[clary-jace]

TROIAN BELLISARIO as SPENCER HASTINGS in Pretty Little Liars (2010-2017) Season 1, Episode 15 - "If at First You Don't Succeed, Lie, Lie Again"

[megumiluvv]

Yuji comes home from school one day with a flier for a “mother-son” dance at his preschool. Choso knows how badly Yuji wants to do these events and feels sad that he can’t really dance with his mother.

“You want to do this, Yuji?” He asks his little brother.

“Yeah, but… no mom.” The defeat in his voice makes Choso’s heart shatter.

He texts you and begs you to go to the dance with Yuji.

I will pay you extra or something, please do this for Yuji.

Relax, Choso, I’d love to do this dance for Yuji.

You smile the day of the dance in a nice dress, and Yuji’s all cute and dressed up in a tiny suit.

“Oh, is this my handsome dance partner?” You smile and wave goodbye to the speechless Choso who hasn’t really seen you in a dress before.

You get to the dance venue and see Gojo’s doctor friend dancing with Megumi. You smile as Yuji runs excitedly to his friend and you talk with Shoko.

“So, you and Choso?” Shoko grins.

“Ah, not exactly, just a favor for him, I guess…”

“Yeah, I’m doing a favor for Satoru.” She sips the drinks offered for the dance and goes to dance with Megumi again.

You dance with Yuji and he’s having the time of his life, it’s a little heartbreaking. To think he’s never gotten to have these opportunities before because his mother died when he was a baby, it’s saddening and it makes you want to be there for every mother’s event you can.

You help Yuji slow dance and he grins up at you. He tries to spin you and the two of you just have a great time.

On the way home, you and Yuji stop for ice cream.

“Did you have fun?” You ask Yuji.

“This has been the most funnest night!” He grins excitedly.

“I’m glad, I had fun too.” You laugh.

“You did?”

“Mhm, had a really great night with you.”

Yuji pokes at his ice cream and seems a little hesitant to say something.

“…I wish you were my actual mom…” Oh.

You pick up Yuji and head home with him. “I’ll be your mommy anytime for events like this, okay?”

“…Promise?”

“Of course I do! You’re such a sweet kid, Yu. I love you as if you were my child.” You rub his back and continue walking to the apartments.

As you walk into Choso’s apartment, Yuji’s asleep in your arms, and Choso smiles to you two.

“Have fun?” He smiles as you lay Yuji down.

“He said this was the funnest night he’s had. Did you miss us?” You smile.

“Only a little.” Choso laughs and goes into the kitchen with you. “I genuinely owe you.”

“I enjoyed it. I want to do more things like that. I told Yuji I’d be his mom for any of those events.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He told me that he wished I was his actual mom, it was pretty heartbreaking.”

Choso’s expression softens and he glances at Yuji’s room.

“Yeah, it’s sad that he never got to know our parents. But to be fair, I never got to do those dances either.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t top priority for our mom…”

You frown and pull up some slow dance music on your phone and hold your hand out to him. He tilts his head.

“What’s that for?”

“Dance with me.”

Choso feels a flutter in his chest and takes your hand. The two of you slow dance in the kitchen, the moon lighting up your face and hair in the most perfect ways. He’s a little stumbly with his movements, but he gets the hang of it and twirls you.

The two of you dance through most of the night and you fall asleep, Choso laying you on his bed because he refuses to let you sleep on the uncomfortable couch. He stays up the rest of the night and keeps an eye on you and checks on Yuji occasionally.

He wouldn’t mind if you were Yuji’s mother figure, as long as he gets to be the father.

Masterlist

[crabwithaknife-art]

the faces of Wayner