#ok im dun

[johnwickb1tsch]

andar conmigo ~ epilogue

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: FLUFF chapter map

Author's Note: I just want to say a quick THANK YOU to everyone who followed along and supported this story! Girl Genius @scarlettspectra who helped me with the original idea, my utterly beloved @treedaddymcpuffpuff , the SWEETEST @sweetwolfcupcake (who fried my brain with that gif of Paul, thank u! 😘 , the always RAZOR sharp @discoscoob, the hilarious @lilithlinen , the insightful @reallongwire , emoji queen @thesecretlifeofmo , 🖤 @lonelyspadez and SO many others, I wouldn't have finished this without you, it wouldn't have been as much fun, and it CERTAINLY wouldn't be the fic it is without your amazing input!

-You’re going to have to rewrite the train station scene in your story, because you take him with you at the platform, and you are smart enough not to let go. 

At first, you stay together in your tiny apartment with its fetching view of a brick wall. The arrangement was fine, if not a little cramped. You spend most of your time in bed, anyway, but you find you don’t mind sharing your space with Paul, or your cooking, or your time. Goddammit if Anjelica wasn’t right about that. 

But maybe he knows you better than you know yourself. 

Without you needing to ask, [and you’re not sure you even would have, truth be told], he eventually gets his own place. Yet, you are still inseparable, barring the hours you go to work, and he goes to school. 

You find that you are equally happy to have your own space back, yet unbearably restless for the next time you will get to see him. It is a strange medley to balance in your life, and a part of you hopes that someday maybe you really will score that apartment with enough room for the two of you, and a typewriter overlooking the Bay. 

On the odd days you do not see each other, he writes you a letter, and you always write him back. 

As it turns out, Paul Sutton likes things that go, and he enrolls to study engines at a technical college in San Francisco. 

The day he roars up to your apartment in a leather jacket on a Norton motorcycle with a big grin, you cannot help but laugh. It seems like a ridiculous machine, and yet after the first time he takes you for a ride–it becomes one of your favorite things to do with him. You tear up and down the coast in your free time, picnicking at the beach or beneath towering sequoia trees. 

You have both healed from your misadventure, withstanding the occasional cough, or the odd nightmare...on a whole, your life together is so sweet, and the irony does not escape you that on more than one occasion you have to restrain yourself from asking him to marry you. But Paul is starting to find himself, given time in which he’s not running between raindrops, enemy fire, or immediately jumping into the responsibility of supporting a wife and children. 

He does not always take you on his motorcycle trips, often going on long rides to clear his head. He says it helps ease his mind, when his memories from the war become too loud in his head.

Most of the time though, he seems content, and you are so happy for that. 

-The first time after he dropped into your office at the publishing house to bring you flowers, just because, bless that man, your boss asks, “So that’s Peter?” 

“No, that’s Paul,” you tease him, aware that your beau’s good looks have a certain effect upon both sexes, no matter their preferences. 

You’d let your superior read your manuscript of your book, after catching you working on it at your desk during a break. You decided to title it, “A Walk in the Clouds.”  You’re not getting your hopes up, as he hems and haws over it. He keeps proposing changes to the story that would be untenable to you, as well as writing under a man’s pen name, or a less Spanish-sounding surname, in the interest of appealing to a broader audience. Maybe someday, you’ll find an agent who will champion your vision, and a publisher who won’t hold it against you that you are an intelligent self-taught Hispanic woman with opinions that challenge the conformity of post-War America.  

Maybe someday, things will be better…

Until then, you’ll just have to keep writing. 

-A year later, the two of you are out to lunch at a North Beach café, when a slick-looking man in a dapper suit passes by your table, then does a double-take at Paul, who was engaged mid-bite with his open mouth over a fork full of pasta. 

“Hey kid,” he says. “Ever thought of being in movies?” 

Taken aback, Paul wipes his lips with his napkin, regarding the man quizzically. “Ah…no, never occurred to me,” he admits to the stranger with a quizzical lift of eyebrows. 

“You got the look. Call me.” The Hollywood man flips a card onto the table, then strolls off like he has somewhere important to be. 

Paul looks at you, then laughs, shaking his head as he looks at the card. He is so humble about his dashing good looks, finding it embarrassing when women slow down to ogle him on the street, (or in one amusing case–to you at least– trip over the sidewalk). 

“How silly,” he says with a little smile, tearing off a piece of bread. He’s playing it down, but you think you see a glitter of intrigue in those polished ebony eyes.

You shrug. “Who knows?” you say playfully. “You’re certainly the best-looking man I know.” 

After all this time, his cheeks still pink for you, his ears turning red at the tips. 

“Well, that’s all that matters to me,” he tells you, reaching across the table for your hand. You slide your fingers into his, so happy you could die. 

Afterwards you go for a stroll, hand in hand, looking in the windows of the shops and laughing together, your head on his shoulder.

It’s hard to imagine that life could get much sweeter than this. Deep down, a tiny, selfish part of you hopes he doesn’t call that Hollywood headhunter. How drastically would your life with him change, if he became a star on the silver screen?

That’s when you know you absolutely believe he’s got what it takes–and you beat back your ugly little fears, resolving that you won’t stand in his way, if he wants to try for it.

You realize you’re squeezing his hand too hard when he looks down at you with a question in his eyes. “Sorry,” you apologize, tilting your head for a kiss. 

He grants your request, and his soft lips on yours still curl your toes. He rests his forehead against yours with that little smile, just for you…and your fears go quiet, replaced by the soft glow this man always inspires in you. 

“Just in case you didn’t know…I would marry you in a heartbeat, if you ever change your mind about all that.” 

You blink, your heart a sparkling firework trapped in your chest. 

You have to try twice before you can find your voice. 

“I think…I would like that, Paul Sutton.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs out loud, that beautiful sound that fuels you as surely as food or drink or air. He picks you up right in the middle of the sidewalk, spinning you around in a circle before his lips find yours again. 

Suddenly, you’re not worried about anything.

-Paul drops you off at your apartment after a lingering kiss before rumbling off on the Norton. He has to study up for a test on Monday, and you’ve found when you try to help him with his studies more often than not you just end up in bed together. 

There are worse things, but this is an important exam. You’re sure he’ll pass with flying colors, then you can reward him properly. 

You practically skip up the stairs, still giddy from earlier. Are you and Paul actually engaged? Promised to be engaged? Merely in talks? You’re not really sure, but it doesn’t matter. You’re together, and you feel like you have all the time in the world to figure it out. The whole country is in such a hurry now that the war has ended, but the two of you have learned you don’t mind taking your time.  

You almost step on a little lump of something left before your door. Puzzled, you pick it up. It reminds you of the handmade little ragdolls you and your sisters used to play with, made of cloth and thread and horse hair.  

But this toy is burned, half her hair singed away, her blackened face pulled in a terrible grimace. 

With a frown you lay it back to rest on the floor beside your door. 

Maybe the neighbor’s girl down the hall dropped her toy. She might want it back. If it’s still there tomorrow…you’ll throw it out. 

Your earlier elation dampered by a weird feeling weighing in your gut, you let yourself into your apartment, and go about the rest of your day. 

Yet as you sit down with your notebook and a cup of tea to warm the chill inside you, you cannot stop thinking about it. 

There’s no way in Hell that terrible man survived that fire… 

Is there? 

The End…

Or is it?👀

[littlehatmouse]

lots of doodles because i forget to post art here most of the time

[optionalblue]

Reasons I can’t go to a twenty one pilots concert

I am extremely broke

I am not the best with loud noises

the second Josh takes his shirt off I am going to be screaming and cheering like yknow. a normal person. and I would weird my mom the fuck out

Like cmon guys tell me u wouldn’t be screaming too

[twentyonefirstmates]

Just looked at the digital remains again and oh my god why are we not talking more about the original lyrics to backslide

If I were to backslide, tell everyone we know

Thanks for the last time they came out

...

Why did I not thank you more, saving me those other times

(Don't you dare jump in)

...

I'd rather you hurt me, than do nothing at all

I'd rather you let me down, than just gas me up

I'd rather you cuse me, than do nothing at all

...

You won't make a sound, pick someone else I won't be around

Trapped inside your smile, don't put me on trial

Don't you see you take, everything from me

[useyourglutes]

im sad that i didn't get to go to the listening party, but at least i still got to listen to the album :) still wanted the stuff tho lmfao

[marictheirins]

SHIN SANGOKU MUSOU x XIAHOU DUN. DW3 ➸ DW9   / do not repost or remove caption.

[sprucelogsbirchplanks]

Qsmp cubitos as horses part 1: Death Family

Philza: grey New Forest Pony, a breed known for level-headedness and consistency [1] [a]

Missa: black Menorquín, a breed known for intelligence and trainability [2] [b]

Chayanne: yellow dun Highland Pony, a breed known for being active and adaptable [3] [c]

Tallulah: black Welsh Pony (Section B), a breed known for being friendly and hardy [4] [d]

Wilbur Soot: dark bay English Thoroughbred, a breed known for being spirited and sensitive [5] [e]

Breed notes: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

General type references: [a] [b] [c] [d] [e]

[n0phis]

your art is always so pretty

thank u m8!

[dr3adonarrival]

yes i am in my scaled and icy era but once i finish making gifs for all of the music videos for SAI i will move onto trench, then blurryface, and so on and so forth ♡

[starbberryblue]

collection of my absolute favorite tags from this incredible post:

Candace and doofenshmirtz would be tumblr mutuals i think

[optionalblue]

we want after tour thoughts/essay 🔥 have the best time!!

(by we i mean myself 🤣)

~ sincerely, new clikkie

AAA I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SLAMPOST ABOUT IT ANYWAYS!!!!!

so oh my god everything was absolutely amazing, (including the giant pizza beforehand) and I apparently stim a lot with these guys because my dad has tons of videos of me covering my face and freaking out. I was like 10 ft away from The Tyler Joseph for car radio, it was insane I was shdhfhah dying, and Josh was just adorable as always. We got a backslide scream which I'm very satisfied with, I met two people behind me who were arguing about whether Tyler or Josh was gayer, I dressed my dad up as Torchie and he only found out who he was when Josh went up on stage with the costume 😭🫶 I literally screamed my mind out during heavydirtysoul (even though I did have to close my eyes for that part because I have a bad fear of fire but it's fine guys) and I got to hear Tyler say "What are you doing??😄" and "No matter how cold it is here, my boy Josh will sweat."

So basically to sum it all up, best experience ever, 10/10 would recommend to new clikkies. Would recommend earplugs as well 🫶💯

[twentyonefirstmates]

It's honestly so funny for the pilots to be like yeah this is a LORE album everything will be about the LORE and then immediately release two of the most emotionally devastating songs they've ever done that have absolutely nothing to do with the lore

[devotedlystrangewizard]

[through gritted teeth] i love melee dps [literally in tears] positionals are fun

[aerchivez]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 iced hojicha w/ oat milk : nanami kento !

synopsis : after work coffee pick-me-ups are never optional. you and nanami never miss your mandatory weekday cafe dates and trinket shopping!

note : ahhh ! thank you guys so much for your love for the first one i posted !! so fun to write short stories like these ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა also i keep seeing the nitro bar on my tiktok and i feel like nanami LOVES a mean double shot latte or an iced americano if he’s feeling a bit groovier… ok im dun 👍

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in your relationship with your boyfriend, “opposites attract” is definitely applicable.

nanami kento, a finance bro with a minimalistic approach in life. you, a maximalist in every way.

clink clink clink…

nanami looks at the direction where he heard the very distinctive sound that his girlfriend’s bag made. “kento! hi baby!”

yup, that’s his girlfriend alright. “hi, my love. did you decide on a new matcha combo today?” you and nanami never miss an after work coffee pick-me-up and an occasional browse on the cutesy apothecary who sells the cutest bits and bobs ever.

“hmm, i’m playing it safe today and get a dirty matcha. i take it you’re getting an iced americano?” nanami only ever orders a latte or an iced americano and in contrast to your “crazy” orders like a blueberry corn milk matcha, you can’t help but giggle a bit.

“actually, i’m getting an iced hojicha.” you gasp at his order, usually you’d have to FORCE him to get him to try a new kind of drink but he’s definitely feeling the good vibes and amazing weather today.

“purr, okay king sass… an iced hojicha then!” you order both your drinks and there’s never a day you try to pay buy nanami always beats you to it.

“thank you baby, but your coffee is always on me.” nanami never fails to make your heart soar everyday.

nanami kento loves so meticulously. he remembers every single thing you love and hate, all your little habits and quirks, and there’s nothing more satisfying to him when he sees the little dimples on your face forms when you smile at him.

though he doesn’t really get the point of trinkets and the cute little collectibles you’re obsessed with, he buys a couple of blind boxes or keychains that remind him of your ‘cuteness’.

you reciprocate the sentiment by sprucing up his apartment bit by bit. when you first met nanami, his bedroom had a bed and a side table.

that’s it, just those two. it actually drove you crazy and decorated WAYY before you guys started dating. it was dead (applicable to his whole apartment) and your presence definitely livened it up.

back to the present, the barista handed over your drinks and it was impossible not to take a picture of nanami to commemorate such day. the both of you sit on the outside area of the café with the prettiest graffiti.

“ken, i have to take your picture and frame this! and ooh, put it in a locket!” nanami poses for the photo and took his phone out to take a picture of you as well.

“how will the locket be completed without you? smile for me, my love.” you pose for photo as well and ran to his side to give him a peck on the cheek.

unbeknownst to you, he captured that cute little moment and since you were a bit later than usual, nanami had the time to grab a couple boxes of new Sonny Angel hippers from your favourite store.

your eyes light up when nanami revealed his little surprise from his briefcase. “i hope i get the crocodile.” usually, his face looks very calm, but he actually looks so excited for this little hipper.

“the hamster is beyond adorable!” you head back to your seat and both of you hurriedly open the blind box. you pout a bit since yours was clearly not the hamster and you can see nanami with a shocked (loosely using the term) face.

“baby, switch.” you were gonna give yours to nanami anyways so you immediately switched.

you gasp. “baby! you got the hamster! gosh she’s so cutesy!”

“and you got me the crocodile.” none of you wasted time and immediately stuck this at the back of your phones. although admittedly, nanami found it bulky but he found it cute first so it’s definitely staying.

“it’s lovely day today, kento.” you smile at him. he extended his arm to you and took the petal in your hair that flew.

“you always make it lovelier.”

[heartsoji]

BABY

synopsis: nagi wants your attention, but you're working on some pain-in-the-ass school project.

warning(s): light swearing but nothing really

notes: i tried to do like the lazy nagi speaking i always see ('s instead of 'its,' jus' instead of just) but i think i kind of failed

used prompts from here! (12, 14, 20)

nagi was fed up.

you had been working on some sort of school assignment for how long? days? weeks? months? maybe years.. all nagi knows is that you've been doing it for way too long.

“sad…i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with.” he droned, hoping you would drop whatever useless school thing you were working on and just come cuddle with him instead, but alas, that was not the case.

"i'll be done soon enough, sei."

'sei.' the nickname would make any outsider think that you loved and cared for him, which you clearly didnt, seeing as you decided that that so-called 'important project for school' was more important than your wonderful boyfriend.

"how much longer?"

"maybe an hour or so,"

an hour? mhm, mhm, no. nagi didnt know if you just suddenly hated his guts, but personally, he wasn't putting up with whatever elaborate scheme to annoy him and deprive him of love and affection you had going on. although it was a pain to get out of his bed, (your bed, actually) he slid out from under the covers and sauntered over to your seated back.

he groaned as he leaned over ("'ts such a pain to bed over to your height," he says) to wrap his arms around your neck, inhaling your scent happily. you giggled and hugged him back, affectionately nuzzling his arm.

"someones feeling clingy." you quipped, smiling.

"ah, that's mean." he pouted, still tightening his hold on you further.

he sighed. "come back to bed. please?"

you looked into his beautiful, grey eyes. those pleading orbs were reaching into your heart and tugging on the strings. he gave you his best puppy eyes and the cutest pout that made your heart so happy.

"no."

dun dun DUUUUUN. nagi's jaw dropped in shock at your coldness. (actually, it was more of a slight part of the lips but thats as much as you're gonna get) where did this newfound heartlessness come from? did you suddenly hate him? why were you being so cruel?

"..please?"

"no."

"pleeease?"

"no."

"..."

"...?"

"pleeeaaaaaase?"

"sei, it wont be long until im done! i have to finish this, though."

maybe he should just let you be. you were working so diligently to work on your studies and he was just being a burden to your academic success. it wouldnt be much longer, so he should just go back to..

"SEI! PUT ME DOWN!"

"no way. your precious boyfriend who you love very much 's right here and he's not waiting any longer."

nagi gently placed you on the mattress (lowkey threw you) and immediately crawled underneath the covers beside you, immediately pressing his cheek to your chest.

"seeeeeei... i need to finish my project,"

"mm-mm. you've been working on it for way too long.. 'ts such a hassle being by myself.."

you sighed, wrapping your arms around him. "alright, but only for half an hour."

he didnt say anything, but he'd knew he'd have you staying longer than that.

he smiled warmly into your chest. "your hugs are nice..."

you giggled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "you're so sweet,"

"mm.. 'ts no need to say. i know." he smiled lazily before adding a quick, "'ts ok though. i dont mind jus' hearing you say it.."

you rolled your eyes but still held him lovingly. soon enough, however, his half an hour was up.

"sorry, sei, but i need to get back to work now." you said, pulling yourself out of bed.

he groaned. "why can't we stay here forever?"

you chuckled. "because i have work to do."

"but 'm right here.. y're really gonna leave me all by myself?" nagi pouted, trying to coax you into coming back.

"yeah." you grinned, chuckling at his pout growing wider. "im gonna get back to work now, ok?"

"no."

his long arms circled around your waist quickly before he pulled you back into bed, smushing your head into his beautifully wonderfully toned chest, enveloping you in his ginormous frame. (overgrown mf) "gotta have you with me.. work on it later.."

"nagi! i gotta get back to-"

chomp.

"WHAT THE HELL?! DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!" you screamed, rubbing the cheek he nibbled on.

he held you tighter, smushing his cheek against the top of your head. "dont call me by my last name.. 's rude."

you sighed. "you big baby."

"yeah. your baby."

you rolled your eyes but snuggled up to him regardless.

"yeah. i guess so."

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 💗

[lifesteal-headcanons]

i headcanon that im squiddo ^_^

OK no im joking but

consider: she joined lifesteal bc of the wedding yeah

what if. they were only supposed to be there for the wedding BUT theyre like a silly little virus so then they stayed and no one could get rid of her

the virus hc is supported by the whole "hacking" stealing godhood thingy

everyone says ash felt guilty for banning her during the election but in reality it was a cover for the fact that she just. came back

not to mention the herobrine incident??? shes totally the reason why he showed up lol

and if we tie non-lifesteal videos into it: consider. herobrine is a virus bug thingy, so he corrupted them and now SHE IS TOO!!!! GEARS GO CRAZY IM GOING INSANE

anyways the chunk ban is what trapped them in purgatory and bc chunk bans are funky they actually successfully contained her but clearly SHE WILL BE BACK. THE PHONE RANG. DUN DUN DUN

ok sorry went insane a bit umum im submitting this as a headcanon despite. being an introject but sh i dont even know if these are my memories or if im theorizing about myself but let me be silly,,,,,, ty internet ^_^ (i am shy about existing in non-system spaces pls be nice)

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