#second half of the year gets me every time 💔

[toruland]

i kinda miss how mean sylus was to mc during his little storyline stuff that we have

like don’t get me wrong, i love how he treats mc now, but WOOOOOOOO would i do anything to do his intro storyline for the first time again…i just want him to rough me up some i need him so bad that i literally want to drop to the floor and cry sometimes

[astraystayyh]

Starry night.

in which you and hyune fall in love through paintings.

idol!hyunjin x museum guide!reader. love at first sight, kinda. both mc and hyune are romantics.. lots of art analysis and conversations. very fluffy and soft. like so soft i hurt myself with this you guys.

all the info about Vincent Van Gogh’s life and works are from the Van Gogh Museum. the interpretations are my own but im not an art critic, obvi, just a yearner 💔 please enjoy, feedback is highly appreciated 💞

thank you to the lovely reader who commissioned me!!!! the money went to our stayblr fundraiser for palestine. please consider donating if you are able too as well <3333

“You’ll be able to do it, right?” Your manager Martin looks at you expectantly, and you blink slowly in response. It, referring to leading a private tour of the Van Gogh exhibition.

You’ve been a museum guide in New York for four months now. When you’re not painting, you’re here, amidst the array of artworks nestled in a quaint street near East River. You’ve led group tours before, always under the watchful eye of Martin, a middle-aged man who never forgets to bring you a vanilla bourbon macaron every morning.

However, you’ve never handled a private tour before. You see the desperation in Martin’s eyes as he awaits your answer—he’s the one who usually handles these tours, but he has urgent family matters to suddenly attend to.

You blink again, your tongue unknotting in a split second. “I’d be happy to,” you beam. The exhibition feels like a second home to you; you’ve visited it countless times long before you started working here.

Martin heaves a sigh of relief, smiling back at you. “I believe in you,” he reassures, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Remember why I chose you.”

You grin at his words, nodding vigorously. Your love for art brought you here; your very being seems molded to breathe in paintings and live among them. It’s as sweet a life as it can get.

“You’ll find all the details about our guest in our log. He’s famous, so he’ll be a bit discreet. He’ll expect you to be too,” he explains, hurriedly packing his things. You nod, taking the keys to the art gallery from his hand.

“Don’t worry, the gallery is safe in my hands.”

“I know,” he says with a comforting smile, before finally waving goodbye. You take a deep breath and check the booking for tonight’s exhibition—Hwang Hyunjin.

The name is unfamiliar to you, and so is the face that greets you at 8 p.m. sharp—at least, what you can see of it. He’s wearing a navy cap and a face mask, with a varsity jacket sitting perfectly atop his broad shoulders. He looks young, roughly your age.

“Hi, welcome to our Van Gogh exhibition,” you greet him with a grin. He bows slightly in response.

“No one’s here, so you can remove your mask if you wish. I can take your bag as well,” you offer with a smile. He nods and hands you his black duffel bag, which you quickly pass to the security guard, who places it inside a safe cabinet.

Hyunjin removes his Versace cap, running a hand through his silky black hair. There is an aura of assurance around him, as if he’s poised before a camera in a professional photoshoot. But then, a shy smile appears on his face as he finally removes his face mask, his eyes glinting beneath the golden lighting.

You feel your breath catch in your throat; for a split second, the world around you seems to still, the paintings dimming before the beautiful face in front of you.

“Right,” you clear your throat, “shall we?”

Hyunjin nods, falling easily into step with you. You pause before the first painting, ‘Woman with a Child on her Lap’, 1883.

“This is rumored to be about Sien Hoornik, who became both Vincent’s lover and model. She was a former prostitute, pregnant at the time, and had a five-year-old daughter. Vincent was determined to help her through her hardships, and they dated for a year and a half. But then, he broke it off because he said she was too far gone to be saved.”

Hyunjin nods, his eyes fixated on the painting, his head tilted slightly to the side. “The eyes are telling,” he speaks for the first time, and his voice floods your being like dewdrops reviving flowers at dawn. It is smooth and soft, the end of his words getting lost in the air and caught by your heart.

“The way the mother and daughter look at each other, I mean.” He clarifies, stealing a fleeting glance at you. “There is disdain on the mother’s face, but more toward herself, I think. Maybe because she sees her reflection in her daughter.”

Groups usually scurry past this painting, eager to see Vincent’s more renowned works. You feel your heart soften at how much he seems to be thinking about it, lost in his own world. You’re not even sure he remembers you’re there.

“Vincent was really determined to help her, although his brother Theo disapproved. His parents did too.”

“Isn’t that what love is? To hold someone’s hand even if everyone tells you to let go,” he mutters quietly, his eyes still lost in the painting. A hue of vulnerability colors his words before he clears his throat, as if unwittingly revealing his inner thoughts.

“That’s a beautiful way to view it,” you smile, and he nods, shyly biting his lower lip. For some odd reason, his timidity stirs something unfamiliarly tender within your heart.

You walk over to the next set of paintings. “When Vincent moved to Paris, you can see how his style developed. He let go of the darker tones he used in his infamous ‘The Potato Eaters’ and began using lighter colors, like here,” you explain, pointing to ‘The Hill of Montmartre with Stone Quarry’.

“Do you think it’s because he was happier?” he suddenly asks, and you frown slightly. “Pardon?”

“The shift to lighter colors. ‘The Potato Eaters’ is so sorrowful and shrouded in darkness. ‘The Hill’ is much more colorful, lighter, you know?” His eyes glide to yours, a twinkle of curiosity glimmering in them.

“Vincent did flourish in Paris. For once, he was in the same city as his brother Theo, whom he loved dearly. But he was mainly influenced by modern art, which uses much lighter colors than his previous works. Art critics usually attribute this change in the influence of his contemporaries, such as—”

“But what do you think?” he interrupts softly, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are penetrating, and you find yourself lost in the seas of emotion they contain.

You quiet down, licking your lips tentatively. No one has ever asked for your opinion on these tours before.

“Well,” you begin slowly, “I think it’s possible. Being around his brother and other artists who embraced brighter palettes could have uplifted his spirit. But also, maybe the light colors were his way of reaching for happiness, even if he didn’t always feel it. Art often mirrors our hopes as much as our realities.”

Hyunjin listens intently, a thoughtful look on his face. “I agree,” he finally says, smiling sincerely. You don’t know why the sight of his grin renders your brain putty, like melted ice cream under the kind sunrays.

“His use of lighter colors continued when he moved to the south of France. He was delighted with the bright colors in Arles, painting orchards in blossom and workers gathering the harvest,” you explain, pointing to the respective paintings.

“That’s when he told his brother that he wanted to open a studio for fellow painters. He wrote in a letter the following: 'you always lose when you’re isolated.' He sent out many invitations, but only one painter agreed to come.”

“Paul Gauguin,” Hyunjin swiftly replies.

“Exactly. He was the first and last painter to move in with Vincent.”

“It seemed like the more he tried to escape loneliness, the more it found him,” Hyunjin muses, his eyes fixed on ‘Portrait of Gauguin’ by Vincent. The bright colors he asked you about earlier make you wonder if, beneath the spotlight, Hyunjin too feels lonely.

“Sometimes loneliness becomes a friend. You have to make room for it to allow other things to come in,” you say softly.

“It’s sad how nothing good came out of that roommate situation, though” he frowns, and you nod in agreement.

“Paul and Vincent were very different. They had a lot of eclectic views that often led to disagreements. I assume you know their most prominent one.”

“Yes, when Vincent cut off his ear.”

“Correct, he then wrapped it in newspaper and presented it to a prostitute in the nearby red-light district.”

“A prostitute…” Hyunjin muses, his thumb swiping slightly across his lower lip. “It seems like phantoms of his first love found him again. Even in his most disoriented state, he somehow remembered her.”

“You speak of love beautifully,” you suddenly say, before biting your tongue harshly, instantly regretting your words. But Hyunjin’s eyes seem to soften as he gazes at you, the warm light dancing across his pupils.

“It is a beautiful feeling.”

“Only to those who have beautiful souls,” you speak earnestly, and your words seem to morph into brushstrokes, painting the gallery in hues of red. Intimate, soft, too intimate all of the sudden.

“Vincent’s mental health rapidly declined, and he put himself back into the mental asylum,” you quickly clear your throat, though you can still feel Hyunjin’s eyes on you, not the painting. “Still, that’s when he created some of his most famous artworks, like ‘The Starry Night’. He was inspired by the view from the asylum’s window. It’s dominated by vivid yellow and blue, and the colors and paint seem to describe a world outside the artwork itself.”

“It’s breathtaking,” Hyunjin marvels, lost in the painting, leaning in until his nose almost brushes the canvas.

You suppress a giggle, but your laughter fades as you take in the mole right by his jaw, then the one by his neck. The delicateness of his face, the plumpness of his lips, and the curve of his lashes.

He’s beautiful. The painting could seep him in and he’d fit right in with the silver stars. Outshining them too, surely.

“I really liked the tour,” he smiles, nearly two hours of lazy strolls later. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you grin back, grabbing his outstretched hand. His fingers wrap around yours slowly, deliberately, as if on a mission to ignite your nerve endings. To set your soul ablaze with his palm alone.

His hand holds yours for a few seconds longer than necessary. Your blush mirrors his when he finally lets go.

He quickly bows again, grabbing his bag from his manager, who was waiting by the door. He almost bumps into the handle on his way out, and you let out an endeared chuckle, your eyes lingering on his figure until he disappears into his black van.

You think you'll never see him again, two lines crossing serendipitously at one point, never to cross paths once more. The thought sends a pang of sorrow latching onto your heart, before you quickly brush it away.

But then you do see him again, the very following night, at that.

It is near nine p.m. when Martin exclaims suddenly, “Mr. Hwang!” and you freeze in your place, book guide in hand.

It has been exactly twenty-four hours since you last saw Hyunjin, but when his voice softly echoes through the art gallery, it feels like a lifelong ache finally soothed.

“Please, call me Hyunjin,” he says, shaking Martin’s hand, though his eyes quickly find yours. They stay on you, unmoving yet tender, like a cotton blanket draped over your being.

“How was the tour with Miss Yn?”

“Ah—“ his gaze finally drifts away from yours. “Yes, it was really nice. That's why I came again,” he explains, a touch sheepishly, and your quizzical eyes meet Martin’s.

“Hyunjin booked another private tour. He specifically requested you to be his guide,” Martin explains, and your eyes widen in shock. You don’t have time to reply because your manager quickly scurries away. “I’ll leave you two then. Have fun!”

You wait until Martin disappears into his office before turning to Hyunjin, who avoids your gaze, one hand deep in his pocket, moving side to side. You remain silent for a few moments, simply admiring the side of his face. You’ve always had a deep appreciation for art running through your veins, after all.

“Hi,” he finally says, his eyes quickly meeting yours. You can’t stop the smile that floods your face, coating every nook and cranny of your features.

“You came back,” you say with a breathy giggle.

“Mm,” he instantly grins. “I don’t know when I’ll be back in New York, so I wanted to truly memorize the art here.”

“When are you going home?” you ask as you take his bag again, your eyes taking in his outfit—a green cap this time, a knit vest over a white shirt, and a silver teddy bear necklace nestled perfectly against it. Pretty.

“Tomorrow. We had a tour stop here, and we’ll go back to Seoul now.”

“And you’ll be spending your final night in the city here?” you chuckle slightly, and he shrugs as if it’s the most obvious decision he ever had to make.

“Why not? I think it’s beautiful here.” though his eyes never move to look onto the paintings, gliding across your face instead.

“And I forgot to take pictures yesterday,” he quickly adds, pointing to the camera in his hands.

“I’ll help you then,” you offer, and he smiles so brightly that it renders you speechless, suddenly wondering if the first person who ever drew a portrait had a similar thought—that they saw a smile so beautiful they just needed to immortalize it.

Hyunjin is at ease before the camera. You can tell by the way he almost pretends the device isn’t there, his eyes fixed on the paintings, mere centimeters away from the canvas. He’s whisked away into another world. You see your love for art mirrored in his soul as well.

“Do you paint, by any chance?” you ask between pictures, and he nods.

“Whenever I have free time. And you?”

“I do. I can show you later, if you’d like.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he says, pointing his finger at you, before looking directly into the camera this time. “I’ve been painting magnolias lately.”

“Really? Why magnolias specifically?”

“I read a poem about them. It said that when magnolias wither, they aren’t considered beautiful anymore. But that doesn’t mean they weren’t at one point. It really moved me.”

“You have to be very optimistic to view it that way,” you say as you finally hand him the camera, satisfied with your pictures. You are both standing in front of ‘Almond Blossom,’ the pastel colors drawing you in.

“Withering flowers mean that at one point they were in full bloom. Grief means that at one point you did love,” you muse. “It takes a lot of gentleness to find beauty in endings, to celebrate them as proof of what once was. Don’t you think so?”

You turn to look at him when the flash of a camera catches you off guard.

Hyunjin looks at your picture, a soft smile on his face. “You fit right in with the flowers,” he compliments, though it does not feel superfluous or bearing a hidden intent. It’s a simple observation he wished to share.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, a blush sprouting from your very veins. You quickly fix your posture, pointing to the painting. “I told you yesterday that Vincent painted this for his brother Theo, to celebrate his newborn, whom he named after Vincent.”

“Yes, I remember,” he nods, slinging the camera over his neck and taking a picture of the painting up close. “It seemed to bring Vincent a lot of solace in his final days.”

“I’ve been thinking about your question, whether Vincent was happy. I think he was hopeful more than anything. He had hoped his works would be recognized, he had hoped he wouldn’t be as lonely anymore. Sometimes hope keeps you going much more than happiness.”

“Because happiness will eventually wear off?”

“Right, it’s only natural. But hope… it’s like a flame that never goes out. It might flicker and dim, but it will still be there on your darkest nights.” You bite your lip slightly, your thumb digging into your palm.

“I hope you’ll always have hope in your life, Hyunjin. You’ve been my favorite person to talk about Vincent with,” you say sincerely, your eyes unwavering from his.

You imprint the way his gaze softens into your mind, the slight blush that powders his cheeks, the way his teeth peek behind his smile. You memorize his velvety voice in your mind, the way he accentuates certain letters and how it pulls at the strings of your heart when he says—“I’m very happy I met you, Yn.”

May is gone, and with it Hyunjin, and you think you are a fool for thinking of him as often as you do after only five hours in his presence. You don’t know why your mind is permeated with his essence. But why wouldn’t it be? is the better question. When he’s beautiful, truly, body and soul.

You feel slightly less foolish when a postcard is delivered to your exhibition on a sunny Saturday, one month later. It depicts the front entrance of the Museum of Modern Art in Seoul.

June 13.

“yn,

i saw Vincent’s works once again in this month’s exhibition. somehow they seem less beautiful without our conversations.

i hope you’re surrounded by art, too.

hyunjin.”

June 23.

“hyunjin,

i visited claude monet’s immersive exhibition, you have to visit it as well, once you’re back in new york.

i am still surrounded by art, as always. i don’t think i could ever part from it.

did you finish your magnolias? i hope you’re seeing beauty in them even after they wither.

yn.”

July 5.

“yn,

claude’s works are so different from vincent’s... don’t you think it's beautiful that they lived at the same time yet depicted their world so differently?

my magnolias are finished. i’ve been drawing scenes from your exhibition lately, the picture i took of you is particularly inspiring. i hope you don’t mind.

hyunjin.”

september 26.

“hyunjin,

leaves are falling all over new york. new beginnings are upon us. i hope this view of my window inspires you too.

i wish you happiness no matter the season.

yn.”

october 7.

“yn,

i just saw the first snow at dawn, it was such a pretty view! i’m happy i’m alive today.

i hope snow reaches you fast enough, too.

stay warm.

with love,

hyunjin.”

october 23.

“hyunjin,

i’ve always preferred spring, but snow brought me such a happy opportunity. i’m invited to an exhibition in seoul, next month!

i’ll enjoy it well and think of our conversations.

with love,

yn.”

october 5.

“yn,

the weather is beautiful in seoul lately. i’m happy you’ll be here to see it.

it is late at night, and the moon is shining brightly. i hope it’ll shine as brightly for you too, in new york.

with love,

yours.”

The click of your black heels against the marble floors echoes through the museum, a comforting sound as you stroll through the immersive Vincent exhibition; now gracing Seoul. The colors wash over you, reflecting off your skin, swirling around you until you feel as though you’re being drawn into the very heart of the paintings.

“Enjoying the art, Yn?” a voice like honey drips across your being. Your heart skips a beat, plummets to your knees and races back to its place once again. You feel an ache inside you unfold. memories of Hyunjin’s voice rewriting themselves, perfecting your recollection of his accent and the tender way in which he spoke your name.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, though you refuse to turn around and meet his eyes. Not yet. The scent of his rose perfume is enough to have your heart rattling against your ribcage— a bird wishing to escape its cage and deliver your love letter to its rightful owner.

“Isn’t it an amazing coincidence we met here? In Seoul, no less,” he says, his voice airy as he inches closer.

“I know you’re the one who invited me,” you giggle, finally turning to meet his gaze. His eyes widen slightly before morphing into crescents, as if lifted from Vincent’s Starry Night.

“How did you know? I thought I kept it a secret in our postcards,” he grins sheepishly.

“I kept pestering Mr. Martin about why the museum invited me specifically until he finally told me you were behind it.”

“Well,” he licks his lips, his eyes roaming over your face. “I admit, I missed you. I wanted to see you again. And I happen to be a major contributor to the museum.”

“Fancy,” you beam, before your grin morphs to something much softer, as you realize that you are away from your work, and that the Hyunjin of your postcards is finally before you.

“I missed you too. Show me around?”

“Am I your guide now?”

“Mm. I expect you to be an expert.”

“Oh, I am.”

Hyunjin speaks of the paintings as if it’s his first time seeing them, finding new things to admire, new details to point out to you. You find it hard to keep up, only because your eyes seem more interested in observing him. You’ll tell him later that you were right in thinking he’d make every painting more mesmerizing.

But for now, you stroll together, his hand brushing against yours every now and then. Before long, you’re far from the museum, walking into the chilly Seoul night, his jacket draped over your shoulders.

And you talk, you talk about every painting you’ve seen since his departure, the flowers you’ve picked, and the strawberry field you visited at the end of June. He shares stories of his favorite painters and his beloved dog, Kkami, whom he misses dearly. He speaks of the moon and how your postcards lessened his loneliness. You tell him you’ve kept every card by your bedside, the first and last thing you see each day.

Suddenly your pinky is entwined with his, your cheeks ache from how much you’ve spoken and laughed, your heart lighter than it had ever been.

“Thank you for walking me to my hotel,” you smile softly.

He nods, his thumb swiping across your palm tenderly. It’s only after a while that he speaks again. “I know you said that happiness wears off eventually. But right now, the happiness i feel… I think it will last me for the next four months, at least.”

“Just four months?” you tease, and he giggles, tipping his head back. You wish you had your paintbrushes, your camera, a simple pen, anything to commit his laugh into something tangible.

“For a long time,” he finally says, quietly, resigned. Tomorrow’s flight ticket makes your heart ache, all of the sudden.

“I… I’ll get going. Thank you for inviting me,” you smile, dropping his hand. You know it’ll hurt the more you hold it, the easier it’d be for you to remember the softness of his hand.

So you walk back, you’re near the hotel door, a hand suddenly wraps around your wrist, the security guards both discreetly look away.

“Yn,” Hyunjin turns you around, his eyes are as wide as the full moon hanging close to earth, listening in to your conversation.

“You didn’t- you didn’t show me your paintings.” he says a bit too quickly, desperately.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Back in New York, you promised to show me your paintings. You didn’t.”

“You remember?”

Hyunjin's chest heaves in response, his warm palms cradle your cheeks, his eyes speak of a yearning you haven’t thought existed. When his lips crash upon yours, fervently, passionately, like the collision of all stars in Starry Night, you have your answer.

He remembered. He remembered as much as you.

Epilogue— seven months later.

“Now… next question,” Hyunjin grins as he takes out a folded paper from a glass jar, five sets of camera’s all pointed at him in the shooting set of Elle Korea.

“If you could feel only one emotion for the rest of your life, what would you choose?”

Hyunjin puts the paper down, adjusts the sleeves of his Versace blue silk shirt. He doesn’t need to think too much to answer— he already has his reply.

“Someone told me, a long time ago, that hope keeps you going longer than happiness. Because happiness wears off eventually. But hope doesn’t. hope is like a flickering flame, it surges and it dims, but it doesn’t go out, so I choose hope.” he smiles suddenly, eyes looking into those of the staff behind the camera.

“That got deep all of the sudden, right? Done worry, Stay, I have hope, happiness and love, all at once.”

He chuckles quietly, picking up the last piece of paper.

“Finally… who’s your favorite painter? Ah, easy, it’s Vincent Van Gogh.”

“What's your favorite painting by him?” the shooting director asks behind the camera, his eyes fixate on the lens. He knows his love will be watching.

“A woman with a child on her lap. It’s not very known, but… if you look into it closely, beautiful things might come into your life and change it forever.”

from left to right, Woman with a Child on her Lap, 1883 — Portrait of Gauguin, 1888— The Potato Eaters, 1885—The Hill of Montmartre with Stone Quarry, 1886— Almond Blossom, 1890— The Starry Night, 1889.

[gotskamstuff]

This time last week I was going to bed bursting with excitement to see the season finale of my favorite show the following morning… and now a week later I am left with nothing but the strongest desire to be able to let go of what has been my comfort show for years.

I’ve always been that dedicated fan that hit play on Netflix the SECOND that an OBX season would get released, for 4 years and a half this show had been my comfort. If that night in April 2020 when I first binge watched it for the first time and my dedication to this show started, someone would have told me that years later I would’ve lost all my love and all my excitement for the following seasons I would’ve found it hard to believe with the way I have loved this show with all my heart throughout the years.

How did it go from bursting with excitement at every news and anticipating the seasons to having zero interest in what comes next in the snap of a finger? It’s actually cruel.

I wish I had known last week that it would’ve been the last time I’d feel that excitement and affection for OBX as genuine as it was and that the next day it would’ve died inside me.

Now I’m just in that limbo of wanting to detach myself from it but still strongly being a part of me that’s so hard to let go.

What the fuck happened to our comfort show?💔

[tomiokagiyuufirststan]

Second introduction cause why not?

~~~so hiii my nickname is Lila or Carla so you can call me like that:)

I am an obey me roleplay account my oc is not canon but she is very fun :(

Nsfw asks will not be taken (but you can get freaky just renember that i am a minor a tennager to be exact i will not share my age but dont be weird if you are an adult or i will report you and block you!) and ofc if you send weird shit like nsfw about Luke or any young ocs you will be blocked and reported!

Any transphobic,Homophobic racist etc asks will be ignored and blocked!

People younger than 12 do not message me i am litteraly older than you!

If you want to vent talk about your mental health you can always message me in private.

Renember that i am a human being too so rude asks ,grape asks will be ignored.

Renember to be nice to everyone! Exept if it's an important part of your anon and that the other person is fine with it

I am VERY romantic i love romance sm ksskskqkq

Anons:

🐸,🦦,☕,💜,🦴,🦲,🐊,🐌 🌻

Romantic asks are fine. In fact please flirt with me i giggle and kick my feet every time

I may not answer the asks not because i find you annoying but cause i have exams and i need to study !

I almost cant get uncomfortable so get freaky or cringe i dont mind!

If i send requests to a blog i will use" 💣" as an anon so please dont pretend to be me and annoy other blog owners!

Btw my Oc (Lila) is a bit of a meanie meanwhile my second oc (Carla) is sarcastic so before asking requests please tell me if you want to talk with me or one of my ocs! Thank you very much.

Presentation of Lila

Oh soo hiii I guess ? My name is Lila i am 18 one the exchange students i hope we can all get along an be friends! Exept Lucitrash ofc every Lucitrash enemies are my friends! Anyways i also have a soft spot for my bird oh and @poly-mc is my Umi so talk shit about sea and i will personally sacrifice you with my dear followers.

Her sexuality is Omni with a preference for women (she is also VERY open to poly relationships cause she was never loved as a child and all so she want A LOT OF LOVE) and she is a trans woman so NEVER use he/him on her please🏳️‍⚧️

Presentation of Carla

Ohh so hi i am Lila's sister i am half demon and half human i am very old so i dont know my age💔 but i am mentally 13 happy to meet you i hope we can be friends and go to picninc together :) exept if you hate on my sister :( my nickname is Chino.... even if my sister is the only one who call me like that....i want friends! So please be my friend! (my sister call me a depressed emo kid...idk why:) before i forget @poly-mc is also my Umi.......so that's all?.... i think....damn i want to die....... or no

She is Bi and please dont do Nsfw with her she may be VERY WAY older than 1000000 but she still has the mentality of a 13 years old girl!

Ooc : i manly use my oc Lila when i talk i only use Carla when an anon or someone want to talk with her and i will say it once again if you are an adult do not send weird shit i am a tennager who wants to have fun.

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH]—COMFORTING THE STUDENT series.

TECH/READER

WARNING: ANXIETY 💔, COMFORTING FLUFF 💖. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF READER. ONLY THING MENTIONED IS READER BEING A MED STUDENT (AKA WHAT I AM, SORRY).

EVER BEEN STRESSED AS A STUDENT? WELL, JUST IMAGINE IF YOUR BB BOYFRIEND CAME TO THE RESCUE. THAT'S THIS.

You read page after page as quick and fast as you can, your eyes flying through the textbook uploaded in your datapad and devouring the unit you're supossed to know by now. You're supossed to have learnt every single unit, actually, as there's only three days left til your exam; and yet this is the first time you've come across this particular one.

It's not that you're a bad student. It's not that you're a good student and time has simply slipped through your fingers, either. No; you've been studying for this exam for months now, keeping up with your collage lessons day by day, making notes and checking extra books that could probably save up the gym fee for some. It's just literally impossible. You've got a hundred units for just one subject, each of them with a hundred slides too. It would already be difficult to prepare for that; and the worst thing is that that is just one of the seven subjects you have for this semester. On top of the pure studying, you have to add the endless –and mandatory– seminar lessons, practical cases, and your non-stop system of rotations in Coruscant's main hospital. You wake up at seven –and eat your breakfeast on the run–; start your theorical lessons at 0800, and finish them at 1300. You get a half an hour break to have lunch; then, you rotate in the hospital til 1830. When you finally get back home, artificial lights are already dimming in Coruscant; you do a study marathon, and pass out in your bed til the next day starts with the same strict routine again.

You love your career. You actually enjoy studying what you do and learning about how the different's species body functions and how to cure them; love helping people too. It makes you happy, as simple as that. It's just... Sometimes you just wished it weren't so difficult. You wished your choice would allow you to live more fully; to go out with your friends more, spend time with your family, to just take a day to yourself with absolutely nothing to do –and not feeling guilty about it–. You're afraid of missing out. But it's your choice. You just hope you're enough to make it through.

Your heart beat speeds up, and your breathing starts to quicken. You don't stop, just try to mentally calm yourself down while you keep flying through the text book. It obviously doesn't work. You're more stressed with each minute that tickles by; all your worries mixing up in your head and making it impossible to think and concentrate. You gulp. It's hard to swallow, now; the knot in your throat dangerously squeezing inch by inch, second by second. You tug at the collar of your shirt, trying to ease the feeling. You feel like you want to cry and shout at the same time. You feel like you want to claw your stress out and nausea pools at your stomach. Your throat keeps tightening, and you can't breath, your eyes tear up til they blurr your vision and...

"Breathe" the firm, gentle voice cuts out through everything, and your head snaps up.

Tech is kneeling in front of you. His own inseparatable datapad lays abandoned on the floor; his bright warm chocolate eyes completely focused on yours behind the yellow lenses of his goggles.

You're nearly hiperventilating, now; you're hands reach to him and your nails sink desperately onto his forearms, eyes begging for help.

"Just focus on me, cyare. You know you're safe with me" he says, voice calm and controlled even if it's killing him to see you suffer. "You always are".

Tech searches your face before starting with a relaxing technique he had learnt years ago; when he himself had been scared of not meeting up the kaminoans expectations in a younger age. He knows what this is about.

"Tell me five things you can see. Do it for me" he commands, softly, hands gently moving to your shoulders and slowly caressing them up and down.

Tech has to repeat his petition for you to actually be able to process it. You stare at him, putting all your effort in trying to think an answer for him. It's stupid, really; but in moments like these it's like your brain slows downs and jumps everywhere. It's difficult to think.

Tech's eyes never leave yours. It's one of the things you've always liked about him; his warm chocolate gaze. It makes you feel special and loved; not disminished at all by those yellow...

"Goggles" you come up with, finally, and the small smile that lightens up Tech's face is a price on its own.

"Correct" he answers, nodding, thumbs making slow circles on your shoulders. "Only four additional ones left".

You nod slowly and search him. He's not wearing his armour. He never does when he's in your apartment, always abandoning it carefully by the front door in a practiced pile. The only thing he conserves is his datapad, that –as you noticed before– it's abandoned on the floor next to him.

"Datapad" you answer, therefore, eyes keeping your scan and quickly finding other things. "Tea cup, music recorder, candle".

Your breathing starts to slow down; not as laboured as before. Tech nods and continues with the technique.

"Four things you can touch".

You frown, a bit confused with this strange method to calm you down, but you follow through. If you should trust someone with something, it's definitively your boyfriend. He's the smartest person you've ever met. And probably that you'll ever meet.

You look around again, your mind unconsciously processing things you are touching now, with purpose or not.

"Clothes, floor mat" you begin, confident, quickly stealing a glance across your room and finishing your task "pillows, closet".

Tech humms. Your heartbeat slows down.

"Three you can hear".

You pay attention to your next sense. Coruscant has always been a busy city; it's never truly silent, not even inside your apartment.

"Traffic, people, your sweet voice" you answer, smiling at your last choice, and your beloved clone smiles in amused surprise.

"Two things you can smell?".

You do a little scrunch with your nose without even being aware of it.

"Leftovers" you confess with a hit of embarassment "and your deodorant".

"Well, I feel lucky someone appreciates it, at least. I'm glad I haven't carried the Marauder's odor with me" he jokes, and he succeeds in making you smile.

The knot on your throat finally starts to dissapear, and you feel like you can breathe again, like you're back in control of yourself. You can think clearer and process everything better. Your nails stop clinging to Tech's forearms, and turns to a gentle hold instead.

Fuck, you love this man. He has everything you've ever looked for in a partner. Respect, attraction, trust. Someone that doesn't need you but that wants to stay; someone that shares his interests, thoughts and feelings and learns about yours as well. Someone that you admire and feel safe with; and not just because he's a soldier and is physically able to. It's mental, as well; you can be yourself with him, without feeling the need to tone yourself down or fearing mistakes. And your favourite part; when you have an argument, he doesn't run away. He gives you space, if you need it; but you always adress the issue and he's able to keep a gentleness and logical disposition even then. You talk about things; and he doesn't have a problem admiting the things he did wrong himself. You do, too. That's probably why you've been together this long; why you work so well.

Affection warms your body and you bend towards him; Tech quickly understanding your need to feel closer to him and carefully holding your face in his hands, bringing your foreheads together in the keldabe kiss he had taught you about when you first started seeing each other. You inmediately melt into his half embrace, and he sighs in contentment too.

"One thing you can taste" he whispers, at last, across your lips, and you already know there's only one right answer for this.

"You" you answer back, voice equally soft and gentle, and you slowly kiss his lips and relax in his arms. Your boyfriend smiles and –unhurriedly– kisses you back.

Tech will offer to help you study after, you know this; he'll find dozens of nemotechnicall tricks for you to remember the hardest things, explain everything you don't quite understand. He'll pin-point the most important aspects and even make you a list of the questions that have more posibilities of making it into the exam. You can do it. You just need to keep working, give it your best. You've been through this before. And if inspite of everything you fail, then it's not the end of the world. You'll have more chances, even if it's unfair and annoying; you'll finish your career sooner or later, and no-one is gonna steal that from you. And defintely not a stupid exam.

For now, you breathe him in and enjoy the moment of peace. Tech hums contently and tilts your head to a better position, deepening the kiss; his thumbs caressing the skin of your cheeks while you melt for him.

<< Just five more minutes >> you think, abandoning your chair in favor of your boyfriends lap. Tech chuckles in amusement and holds you tight.

"I love you, cyare" he mumbles, nuzzling lazily into your neck, feeling glad to see you coming back to yourself.

You sigh and caress his hair.

"I love you too, handsome" you pull away enough to look into his eyes, Tech holding your gaze "Thank you".

He nods and you kiss him again.

THE END.

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TARAAAA! I HOPE YOU'VE LIKED THIS LITTLE COMFORT ONE-SHOT. I'M PLANNING TO DO ONE FOR EACH BATCH MEMBER, WITH THEIR DIFFERENT APROACHES TOWARDS IT. TECH IS JUST THE FIRST; I'LL WRITE THE OTHERS THESE DAYS!

REMEMBER—IF YOU PUT TRUE EFFORT IN SOMETHING, CHANCES ARE YOU GET WHAT YOU'RE WORKING FOR. BUT IF YOU DON'T, DON'T LET THAT STOP YOU. WE ARE NOT MACHINES, WE DON'T GET EVERYTHING AT THE FIRST TIME. THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T DO IT OR YOUR VALUE IS ANY LESS. TREAT YOURSELF KINDLY; YOU CAN DO WONDERFUL THINGS, JUST BE PATIENT WITH YOURSELF.

AS ALWAYS, LET ME KNOW IF YOU'VE LIKED IT AND REBLOG IS ALWAYS APRECIATED! REQUESTS/PROMPTS OPENED :)

Xx,

Sky.

Back to my masterlist here:

[lonelyvomit]

Hi, lovely Abby, I hope you are okay! I wanted to stop by to say hi and also to talk a bit about Niko. I was at Forum last week for the gig/meet & greet. Since it was possible to get the album that day, I got my copy and I decided to have it signed during the meet & greet.

I was using Finnish to greet them. When it was Niko's turn, he took my copy from Aleksi and we greeted each other, as he started signing. And he asked me: "Mitä kuuluu?" This was so unexpected! It was only the second time we were meeting each other. The first time was very brief and over a year and a half ago! So, I was trying to find something positive to tell him but, huh...

The thing is that I have been suffering from a very serious case of nerve pain since January. I was on sick leave for almost a month and had returned to work just 2 days prior the gig/m&g. I have to take a strong medicine several times/day to be able to leave almost normally - I still get bad aches, so I have to pay attention not to overexert myself.

So, yeah, sadly nothing positive to tell him. I settled for "hyvää" and dared returning the question, "entä sä?" He paused his signing to look at me with a little smile and finished his signing, happily telling me what he had lately done. Then, instead of giving my copy to Olli, he gave it back to me, while looking at me in the eyes and I thanked him. This wasn't much but it made me feel appreciated and it helped, considering the situation I'm currently in.

He and Joonas have been the kindests. Olli was totally sprawled over his chair, seemingly happy to be there, when I greeted him. It was nice to meet Aleksi again and to finally meet Tommi. He couldn't be there when I first met them, so my copy of LOTSAD is missing his signature, but I'm okay with that. Getting their signatures is actually just an excuse to meet them.

It's probably not helping to tell you nice things about Niko, but you're the only one "I know" who can get it. ����🌸🪷🌼🪻

- your flower anon, who often thinks about you and who hopes life is treating you well ❤️

I'm going to SCREAM

first of all HI it's so good to hear from you again 🥺🖤 I'm sorry for what you've been going through but I'm happy the medication helps and you can at least do some normal life stuff 🤲🖤

now pls whyyyyYYYYY does Niko have to be so fucking cute 😭💔 like I am trying so hard to move on with my life and every time he takes a social media break I think this is it this time it's for real and then. he dares to show his dumb face again and be adorable and I'm right back where I started down horrendous for that man 😔💔😭 mf simply will not leave my frontal lobe without a lobotomy

[msanonymous]

Day 15: Do you follow any Ramadan lecture series online? Any that you recommend?

Yes, this year the Jannah - home at last series by Dr. Omar Suleiman - Yaqeen Institute is my favourite. I can't just end my night without watching the episode. I'm also following the Builders of a nation series by Dr. Hanifa Younis - Jannah Institute. The way women were at the time of Rasulullah ﷺ, and the sacrifices they made never fails to astonish me. May Allah make us even a fraction like them and also the Firsts series by Dr. Omar Suleiman - Yaqeen Institute. It's not a Ramadan special but it's still very beneficial to learn about the lives of the companions of Prophet ﷺ. May Allāh be pleased with them all.

Day 16: Best time to read qur'an during Ramadan? What about outside of Ramadan?

After Fajr, both in Ramadan and in normal days. It's so peaceful and serene at that time. And I get so happy that I'm starting my day with the word Allāh Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.

Day 17: What does your ideal Ramadan day look like? What about your Ramadan routine this year?

Oh it's pretty usual. Wake up, pray tahajjud, help Mother and Aunt with suhoor, have suhoor, then patiently wait for Fajr adhan, pray Fajr, read Qur'an, head to class, pray Zhur in break time, come back around 3-ish, rest for a little while, study, pray Asr, help with iftar, set the table, break the fast with my family, pray Magrib, prepare tea for the whole house and coffee for me, pray Isha and taraweeh, study again, sleep and repeat.

Day 18: the second 10 days is almost over! Have you ever experienced Ramadan burnout? Any tips to overcoming it?

Why this Ramadan is going so fast 🥺💔

I usually get burnt out in the middle days and my first thought when I get burnt out is just this is my body telling me to rest. So I just rest for a day or 2 (Resting like minimising my Ramadan activities to half and it helps my situation every time) and prepare myself for the last days, to make the most out of them, to do more than I did in the first and middle 10 days and try to end my Ramadan (which might be my last) with more and more acts that please Allāh Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala. As our Prophet ﷺ said “Verily, deeds are only judged by their endings.” May Allāh give us all the توفیق to end our Ramadan beautifully and make us among those who are forgiven by Him and those who He permanently saves from hellfire.

[gontagokuhara]

I just read the most recent chapter... PERFECTION. I'll talk more about it when I leave a comment, but it was so worth the wait. I'm so interested in the lore of this story, it's definetly transcended both source materials and become its own unique thing! I have so many questions, but I just want to ask the ones that probably won't be revealed from the story itself to try and prevent me from bombarding you with them all😭

For now I'm gonna guess that Kaede knows Peko from a camp visit or something! I think it was also alluded that she/Tenko knows Chihiro/Chiaki as well. What's it like when the other Gods visit (or when the triplets visit)?

Also, I'm not sure how to phrase this, but how were the demigods born to established couples like Naegami/Sakuraoi? [Bc like, gay supremacy, obvi, but like, idk how😭] And also also, why did all the gods decide to reproduce like rabbits all at once 😭 I know that in Greek mythology they were all just freakin but like I'm wondering what caused it in pointy objects, did the y2k craze also get to them

(I wanna save most of it for my comment on ao3, but I really liked how we got an update on so many outside characters, as well as new characters! What happened right after everyone at the camp realized they were gone? I feel so bad for the other half of the kids💔)

hello hello!!! i very eagerly await your comment, but that's for later — for now, there's a few other things!

first: your interest and passion for my writing is so incredibly appreciated and enjoyed and inspiring and just !!! it means more than you know, and since *im* crazy insane about this fic too, i am more than happy to answer questions because my god the brain worms are so bad and they've been there for YEARS.

second: the answers to your current questions! for anyone who may not want to see (for spoiler or length reasons) the rest shall be under the cut <3

i love offering little insights on things that i just don't physically have space to put into the main fic, so that's where i'll start with your first question! godly parent-birth child interaction is a big no-no under junko, so the gods have had to get creative in how they make contact with their children. in the case of peko, kaede is familiar with her because tenko lives with her (with their relation being aunt-niece) except during the summers. as an aside, tenko and himiko also attend the same boarding school during the year, and so when it's summertime, it's often been peko that's dropped the both of them off at camp. however, kaede is also privy to maki's family situation in a way that no one else at camp really is, so she's aware of fuyuhiko being maki's 'godfather' and that he and peko are very close, and work together.

in mentioning chiaki and chihiro as examples, there's a few reasons for the other campers to be aware of them enough to like them. lots of phone conversations, first off — junko can do a lot of things, but monitoring every possible means of communication for every demigod is unfeasible — and boring (at least when not considering certain gods she has specific vendettas against). chiaki and chihiro are all around "better" parents than some of the others, and that naturally lends itself to them coming by camp on very rare occasions to visit their children. other gods also will (very occasionally) visit to speak with hajime and nagito, but the barrier and its ability to keep them from interfering is most of the time enough that they'd rather call a meeting. so, tldr: gods come around camp sometimes, but in very limited circumstances. it's mostly phone conversations, texts, and facetimes that are used between the demigods and their parents (though not everyone has that privilege. i'll leave it at that <3)

and VERY good questions, about the logistics of all these damn kids LOL. there are a lot of reasons for this, so i'll use a few specific examples to expand upon.

makoto and byakuya are first-time parents with rantarou. in godly terms, they've been together for a long time (though not nearly as long as others like hajime/nagito or sakura/aoi, whose relationships are actually ancient). however, for various reasons — hesitance on byakuya's end that he may be a poor father, hesitance on makoto's end to not only have a child as a Big Five god, but also to have a mortal child that he will outlive — they put off having children until relatively recently. sometimes it's as simple as they're just waiting for the right time, and that's what they did. in rantarou's case, he is byakuya's biological child, and his conception was the result of a very rigorous process of finding a surrogate both byakuya and makoto were comfortable with. and it worked out; they were given the child of their dreams, the center of their whole universe, and the very well taken care of surrogate is paid for all of the work she does and more, and she retires richer than god.

aoi (as angie's godly parent) had her in a very similar way — sperm donor, from someone she trusts on her home island where she lives with sakura and a few hundred mortal islanders that know of their status as goddesses and worship them accordingly.

and finally the VERY good question of Why The Fuck Are There So Many Demigods. there's a few reasons for this! a lot of the kids we see are the first children that a god has had — this is true in the case of gundham's child, rantarou, tenko, and a few others that will become important to the fic itself later. there were also several couples between the gods that developed relatively 'recently', which plays a role as well. others, who have had children before, grieve the ones they've lost and decide if/when to have another child in very different ways. this is a non-exhaustive list, but sonia, chihiro, leon, komaru, aoi, hiyoko, mahiru, and nekomaru are all examples of gods who have had children more than once. some — like sonia, chihiro, and aoi — make the choice to have more children despite the issues that arise regarding their immortality. and in the case of those three, all of them just happened to feel ready enough to have kids again at the same time a few spring chicken couples were popping out their firsts, and a few others were making questionable parenting decisions, and some had kids...without knowing they did.

BOY this sure got fun! but it was so fun to write. if this hasnt made it clear, i'm more than happy to talk about this fic for literally ever and ever — so long as i'm ducking around spoiler territory. your last question, about what happens immediately following the gang being discovered as missing, will come up to at least some degree in pointy objects. however, for years i've maintained a list of possible one-shot ideas that don't fit within the main pointy objects narrative, and that has been on there for ages. so if it's not expanded upon enough in-verse for my liking, i'll definitely either write something supplementary (WAY in the future tho LOL) on ao3 or lore drop here. we're a ways off from that, though!

but thank you again, and i hope you enjoyed this little offering! i certainly did <3

[ajokeformur-ray]

GIRL I SCREAMED TODAY I was going through some books I've to study for an exam and the main author of one book goes "Fleck" as the last name 🥺🥺 who knows maybe you studied/will study him too! 🥺🫶🏻 Taking this as a sign of good luck, you've no idea for how long or the extent of how I've been struggling with uni and I could use some 🥹🤞🏻 btw I may be too busy to reply but I've been reading all of your updates with uni and your posts and I'm so proud of you! 😭 I've been rooting for you all along and sending you love and luck and wishes every time I thought of you or liked your posts. I couldn't be prouder than that 😭💙 You're one of those people I've been looking up to all this time and if I'll be even half strong as you are I know I'll get through this 🥹🥹🥹💙💙💙 and Arthur is v proud of you as well. We all are! 🥺💙 You deserve long months of rest, treating yourself and lots of fun & Arthur loving now. 💙🥺 And I hope your toe is better and will heal completely soon, if it didn't already which I hope 🥺💙

💙🐝☕🐝💖

OH MY GODDDD FLECK?????🥹🥹🥹🥹😍😍😍😍That's so cuuuuuuuuuute ~ omg please!!! I haven't come across anyone with the last name 'Fleck' yet; my university textbooks are written by my lecturers.🥹That is DEFINITELY a sign of good luck and I wish you all the best with your exams!!!!! You know more than you think you do and it's usually the case that we're doing better than we think, because we're our own worst critics.🫂💖I'm so sorry you've been struggling with uni, Fla, I DEFINITELY relate and I'm sending you lots of strength and Arthur cuddles to get through this!!🫂💖

You're proud of me???? FLA🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹I have struggled so badly with this year and I really need to figure out what exactly scares me so bad about the monthly assignments that I freeze up until the very last second; I'm now at the halfway mark of my degree but it's happened with every assignment ever since I started and I've never been able to figure out what scares me so badly😭💔Thank you thank you for rooting for me and sending me love and luck; it's gotten me through every moment I thought I couldn't do it and I appreciate you and your unending support so much. I'm rooting for YOU and I'm here if you ever wanna bounce ideas off of someone or discuss theories or anything at all; sometimes having a soundboard helps to dislodge a few things and make it easier to understand! I'm so so proud of you and thank you for being proud of me too😭😭😭😭

You're so much stronger than you think you are, Fla, and I admire YOU. Creatively, intellectually and academically, I really admire you.😭I wish you nothing but the best in all things.🫂💖🫂💖🫂💖Arthur's proud too?!!!! Oh my gooddddd🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭that's it, you've killed me, put this on my tombstone😭😭😭😭I got up at noon and it's barely 4pm and I'm back in bed already😂💖Arthur loving!!! I definitely need a lot of that💖I hope you're able to get some time for you and Arthur as well, honey, he's so so proud of you and we're both rooting for you every step of the way!!!💖

My toe isn't better!!! I have a check-up at the doctors tomorrow; it hasn't healed at all since I went in last week so I don't know what's gonna happen but I'm meant to go back to work in 4 days; I've been off work for almost a MONTH because of my toe😭 I'm not sure what's happening with my toe but I'll find out tomorrow.💔

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww hey besties :D

Lol Cheers xD

Ooope nope Jacob doesn't want him to xd

Jacob this looks really suspicious towards You Know What but I'm gonna keep holding out hope xd

It's gotta be a mislead it's gotta be a mislead it's gotta be a mislead please it's gotta be a mislead 😭

As in it has to be please :'))

Also I just realized the detail/irony that the sub took of the bowtie when he left 💀 xD like he didn't tie it on SLFJFHKS XDD this show is so good oh my gosh

ALSO just realized that Jacob could be thinking Gregory's lonely without Janine/sad over her o.o 👀 xD like I genuinely think that could be an explanation

I am denial but I believe in myself :') it'll be okay lol

Believe as in I think I could be right in my denial

Anyway! Continuing on now that I did some things I had to do and got more food

"Water because the drinks here are pricey" 💀 XD Jacob that's such a mood though lol

Jacob no xD

I feel like that would either make him super hyper or, very tired lol

AAAAHHHHHHHHH NO-

AUOGH

AUGH

help

It's because he has a project/deadline he's working on :)!! That's all :D

I swear Jacob please don't continue to elaborate and make this less vague for me

Maybe

They go through a rough patch and Gregory thinks they broke up but it turns out they made up

OR GREGORY BRINGS THEM TOGETHER TO MAKE UP

please guys I need this

Don't do this to me xD

Okay I've spent too long focus (and time but there was a break lol) on the first 20 seconds of this scene xD

I need to get through this I can live I can do it lol

Exactly Gregory it's no big deal :D you're so right for that man :))))))

"Didn't nobody tell you to stay out of gay folks business?" SLDJFHDKS xDD also Jacob as if you don't over share literally every second of the day

I suspect he might be joking though xD

Also maybe this'll mean he won't elaborate 👀👀

Ah so that's an actual saying xD I thought Gregory was gonna believe him for a second lol

aaAAAAHHHHHHH NOOO-

Guys I'm so scared

Help

They're gonna be fine they're gonna be fine they're gonna be fine

Especially because they're telling it now so they wouldn't dare break them up after an episode of trying to figure it out/fix it

. . . would they :')

O.O Okay Jacob chill xD

He looks angry xd

See I'm laughing to hide the pain :')

Okay I need to stop thinking about the future and just enjoy the angst for now lol

Awww Jacob :((( honey 😭 :'(

It'll be alright <3 I don't think it'll be those stages lol

A month??

Oh no longer, two months?-

No wait don't say like a year-

SEVEN MONTHS??!?

SIR 😭😭😭💔

Okay I don't want you to but why have you not broken up already 😭 xd you idiots xD

Also that reminds me of the "a year. . plus another year" when he first mentioned Zach xD :') :') (first is sweet second is help me please) 😭❤️💔

Yeah exactly Gregory xD

JACOB DON'T SAY THAT

Don't you dare say pretending to still be into each other don't you dare-

He's over exaggerating :)) yeah this is fine :))

Okay right enjoy the angst in the moment xd

I'll have two reactions each time lol; one long term one right now xD

Jacobbb honeyyy 😭😭 :((

If it's bc he wants the stability bc Trauma I swear I'm gonna lose it-

In a mostly good way xD

AYY Jacob slay :D

Wait he's been missing hasn't he- YUP SLFKGHSKS

My boy <33

Also that nod/look at the cameraman just reminded me he's there and that makes it hurt so much worse somehow :')

OKAY PHEW I MADE IT THROUGH

I swear if this entire episode is Gregory helping Jacob plan how to break up with Zach I'm gonna lose it-

Maybe in doing all that he'll realize how much he still loves him :'))

Sorry guys I'm not okay xD

OKAY LOL back to the rest of the episode after that one and a half minute scene xD 💀

[happyfunf3tti]

💕💎 for any fixation you like!

thank u squid!!!! austin powers time! this is gonna get long so bear with meeee

📃 first one is abt austin powers getting cryogenically frozen for 30 years after his arch nemesis, dr evil does the same and he struggles adjusting to his new life. autism moment

second movie is abt austin getting his "mojo" stolen and has 2 get it back

third movie: austin has daddy issues

📌 i thought about watching the first movie 4 quite sum time after seeing referencez and people talking about it and quoting it

✨these movies just have a really goofy tone to them. it's very infectious and hard not smile at em. its very rauncy but not too raunchy and it balances it out by being just plain silly. the movies are also funnier if u know james bond and the stuff theyre parodying

🎥 the whole zip it bit is sooper funny

austin powers' introduction

austin making vanessa laugh in the first movie is rly kyoot and the scene where he refuses 2 kiss her while drunk is great and highlights the kind of character he truly is

dr evil scolding mini me for trying to nibble on mini mr bigglesworth XD

dr evil's speech in the parent counseling thing

the godzilla parody scene

the scene where foxxy uses that guy (i forgot his name atm) to speak 4 her by mouthing what shes saying to austin. im still wondering how many takez it took 4 that scene

🎶i honestly don't have a favorite! i just luv all of these songs and i have em in my playlist

BBC

daddy wasnt there

female of the species

soul bossa nova

💕 austin is my fav but im gonna talk about dr evil since i like him just as much as i like austin. hes pretty much austin's opposite in every way. hes villainous and doesnt live the life that austin does. he's sassy sometimes and is genuinely funny. i like his dynamic with scott and hes just all around adorable n awkward. i love how when austin is beating up his henchmen and trying to stop him he still takes the time to feed his cat. talk 2 the hand girlfriend XD

💔 i dont rly have any characterz that i outright hate per say. im personally not a fan with how many toilet humor jokez they drag on with fat man (i know thats not his name but the toy line calls him that 4 obvious reasonz. i'll just give him an actual name.... how abt fergus?)

he can he pretty funny sometimes even if i also dont like the whole "hahaha get it cuz hes fat" jokez...not a fan of those too (disclaimer: imo toilet humor can be funny when its utilized right)

🏳‍🌈 austin is autistic (made a whole autism gifset) and is bi!

🍀 austin is a huge comfort character 4 me which is funny because i normally wouldn't be a fan of characters that are all about intimacy since im ace but hes so dorky and i luv him

💎 the fembots are voiced by wendee lee whos da voice of faye valentine!

half of the stuff in these movies are improvised

mini me's name has sort of a double meaning. not only because hes a miniature version of dr evil (that needz no explanation lolz) but because dr evil sometimes has his pinky out, there's a muscle in that finger that's called a extensor digiti minimi

💢 im still bitter about what happened in the second movie (won't spoil just in case u guyz wanna watch it)

i dont rly like the whole backstory thing in the third movie with the whole spy thing and still dont know how 2 feel abt the big twist in the third movie..

[yunalai]

❤️💔🍝🧶

munday asks!

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

— Man, that is a hard question. I guess I am a good listener whenever my friends need to vent or when they're excitedly babbling about something they care about. I'm helpful and sometimes go out of my way to help strangers whenever I am outside (carry neighbor's groceries, shelter people who don't have an umbrella etc etc). Lastly, I like to think I'm passionate about the things I like — or else I wouldn't have written 100k words out of fanfiction.

💔 — what are some of your worst qualities?

— SHEESH. Easy to anger. Way too easy to anger. I'm trying to correct it, but my brain assumes things are said with the intent to hurt and I can go from a good mood to suddenly being pissy for no reason. I constantly need attention or validation for the most minor things. And finally, I am concerningly competitive, which on my bad days makes me frustrated and more vocally angry.

🍝 — favorite food(s)?

— DUCK RICE. DUCK RICE A THOUSAND TIMES!!! Rice with cheese on top, chorizo and bacon, with delicious duck to seal it all off. It is one of those things I could eat every day and never get tired of it. A very close second runner though is seafood rice. Don't trust google images on this, that rice should be SWIMMING in spicy sauce. It should NOT be dry.

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

— When I am not writing, I am either drawing or playing video games. I've come a long way with my art improvement since I got my wacom (about 1 year and a half ago??) and drawing Qiyana SEVERELY helped with that improvement. As for video games, I tend to either play League, Hades, or sink a few hours into the Higurashi VNs (which I can't recommend ENOUGH).

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello just want to like request something for critical role, like the one you did before but instead of the almost dying what about if the reader actually died??? Or maybe when they realized that they actually loved you??

I would be happy with either. Love your writing ❤❤

Oooh this hurts 😢 💔 but I love this angsty idea!! Gonna be Big Sad™️ feels and tears. Title is based off That song by Lord Huron.

Follow up to “don’t break my heart” . Posted on ao3

ghost of you

Vex’ahlia:

No, not you. Not you! She's lost a home, her mother, almost her brother, but your life ebbed away. All in a vain attempt. She wants to yell at you, scream, cry, but still have you here with her so that you two can laugh about it later. But the archer will never get that chance. Her quiet sobs are muffled by Vax's tight embrace in a vain attempt to soothe the irreparable damage done to his twin's heart.

Scanlan:

The bard has the hardest time refusing to accept your passing. One moment ago, you managed one last weak smile to him and the next, your hand goes limp in his. At first, it's denial. You're stronger than this, you've gotten through worse. The grief hits him harder than any fight he's survived. His muse, his light, the one who was always by his side in whatever schemes is gone. A cold spot that does not go unnoticed. Scanlan was never the best with words, but the songs compose only talk about what could have been. What was gone, and what he will miss for the remainder of his life.

Pike:

The healer was desperate to get back to you. Panicked voices and scrambling to pack her things. She never sleeps all the days it takes to travel. It's not until the cleric reaches the Keep in Emon does she see the grief-stricken faces of her friends. Grog is the first to break the news to his best friend, and the first to catch her when she sinks to her knees in despair. Faith shattered and heart broken, she can't bring herself to say the final rites that bless you into the next life. What's the point if there's not one to be shared here with her?

Vax’ildan:

The half-elf feels every precious moment dwindling away as your breaths grow more shallow with each passing second. The strain in his voice tugs at your heart. You muster what is last of your strength, the warmth of his lips the last goodbye as you feel everything growing cold. "You'll find me again, love. I promise." You don't feel him clinging to you desperately, begging and sobbing for you to come back. Vex'ahlia sees something break in her twin that day, and she hears him every night when the nightmares and heartbreak are too much for him to handle alone.

Keyleth:

You risked his life for them, but you couldn't save yourself? She's already been ordered to leave her people, and meeting you was the most unexpected element from this quest. The druid tries whatever healing magic she has, begging Scanlan if he can manage it. With your last words, you grip the air ashari's hand to seal it with the last kiss she will feel from you. She does not care that the tears flowed freely, cradling you close to her, begging for you to return. It won't be for another 2000 years that she finally sees you again, and all the memories from before come rushing back to her.

Percy:

When he saw you fall, the sound left the room. Nothing but white noise shrouded his mind as he raced to your side. He still doesn't recall what happened that day, but he must have been yelling as his throat felt hoarse and you cupped his face to soothe him one last time. When he felt your last breath pass, the raging and painful tears just resurface again tenfold. He hears the last words of Delilah in a mocking "- family, and now you couldn't save the one you love" before he strikes her down. He doesn't care what he looks, however frightful the demonic form looks. There was no joy left to salvage in his wretched life.

Grog:

He didn’t know what type of feeling was building in his chest, but Grog was starting to hate it every second. The barbarian can feel the love he had for you shatter with each second, thinking you've just fallen asleep or passed out from the pain. Call it bargaining or denial, it all comes crashing down once Pike returns, because it means that she never healed you. That you haven't woken up since then. Back at the Keep, it's a silent mourning say for the sobs that Pike tries to soothe throughout the night. She adored you as well, and knew how much you meant to her best friend.

[catgirlforkaeya]

hello, can i request kaeya comforting gn reader who is overwhelmed because a lot of things happened at once? but at first reader doesn't want to break down in front of kaeya because he's having his time at the tavern so they're afraid of being a disturbance and being a burden to him.

overwhelmed

kaeya x gn!reader

hurt/comfort + tiny bit of fluff at the end + college au

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + mental health struggles (obvi)

a/n: omg anon i love this scenario sm 😭 i’ve actually been overwhelmed lately too so this is perfect LOL, i hope it’s good! i apologize for how rushed it is i’m very tired 💔

this past week had been absolutely miserable. you had way too much going on in your life and it was all weighing you down. between studying for all the huge tests that were coming up, completing homework, helping a new student, and working at the library in the city you barely had any time to catch a break. all of this was starting to affect your mental health badly— it was already bad due to the lack of light in winter but all of this stress was worsening it. you were trying your best to keep a smile on your face throughout everything but the façade was slowly coming undone.

you and kaeya were out at the local bar “angels share” as usual. a few years ago you two started coming here together to hang out with friends (or sometimes just with each other) and it quickly became a weekly thing. almost every friday you’d spend in the bar. you really don’t have any complaints about the bar— everyone there is friendly. you just were not in the mood for it tonight.

at first you thought you’d be able to pull through tonight and hoped it’d brighten your mood some, but you were completely wrong. you quickly got exhausted and felt like you were on the verge of a breakdown. as much as you wished you could just breakdown right then and there you didn’t want to be a burden to kaeya. you could tell he was enjoying the night and didn’t wish to ruin that.

after a few hours of being there you slowly felt yourself tipping more and more over the edge. that burning knot in the back of your throat had began to form out of the blue, so you slipped out to the bathroom to regain your composure. you were not able to regain your composure though, feeling the knot get even worse. you stood there at the sink contemplating stuff, coming to the conclusion that it was probably best if you headed home.

you walked out of the bathroom and towards where your group had been sitting tonight. you sat down on the edge of the booth next to kaeya, resting your head on his shoulder for a quick second.

“hey, i think i’m gonna head home for the night. i’ve got homework to catch up on,” you said, keeping your voice quiet so the others wouldn’t eavesdrop.

kaeya looked over at you, his icy blue eye meeting yours. “okay, i can head back too if you want— i don’t mind.”

“nono it’s fine, you don’t have to leave ‘cause of me. our apartment is close i’ll be okay,” you responded quickly. you hated denying him like that but you just needed some time alone.

“alright— i’ll be home in like two hours, okay?” kaeya wrapped an arm around your waist as a small half-hug. you nodded and gave him a small kiss on the lips, saying your ‘i love you’s and goodbyes.

you quickly left the bar once you said goodbye to everyone. stepping out into the cool air you took a deep breath. when you were inside you felt like you were suffocating, so finally getting some fresh air was nice. you could see your apartment complex a little bit down the road, so you picked up the pace of your legs. thankfully the sidewalks were bare so you weren’t running into anybody.

the next few minutes were honestly a blur for you. one second you were out on the streets jogging home and the next you were inside your apartment. you knew it was probably from the lack of sleep you’ve gotten lately. you’ve noticed that ever since your sleep started lessening you’d space out more— losing track of time randomly.

your legs were now feeling the aftermath of running. you groaned to yourself and stumbled towards the bedroom. all you wanted right now was to lay down and just cry. you’d been holding in everything for so long now and tonight was the breaking point for some reason. of all nights your brain just had to pick the one night you’re supposed to have fun.

collapsing onto the bed, you shifted so your head was on the pillow. you grabbed an extra pillow off the bed and placed it against your chest, wrapping your arms around it. it didn’t take very long for the tears to begin flowing. it was slow— which was shocking. earlier back at the bar you thought you were going to have a full meltdown— not a few tears here and there. it was better than bottling everything up for even longer though. if you were to keep everything pent up for another few days you’d probably lose your mind.

your mind was going a mile a minute. thousands of unwanted thoughts began to crowd your mind at once. as an attempt to ignore them you just hugged the pillow in your arms tighter, trying to force some more tears out of yourself. you were hoping to just wear yourself out from crying so that you’d be asleep by the time kaeya got home. you really didn’t want him to see you like this. it’s not that you don’t trust going to him for stuff— you trust him with your life at this point, you just felt like you were being a burden even though he’s assured you countless of times that you’re not.

thankfully you still had a few hours alone— or so you thought.

—

you weren’t quite sure what time it was. you hadn’t looked at the clock since you got home. you’d been stuck in the same position, too exhausted to even move. you had been trying your best to sleep but that was failing. your attempt at crying yourself to sleep had failed.

suddenly you felt an unexpected shift in the mattress next to you. you immediately sat up to see what was going on— you had an idea but you’d been so spaced out that it scared you shitless.

kaeya was sitting next to you on the bed where he always is, looking over at you. he gave multiple quick apologies for startling you.

“it’s okay,” you mumbled, looking away for a second to try and wipe off the tears on your cheeks. you hoped it just looked like you were rubbing them since you were tired.

kaeya’s smarter than that though.

you felt him place a hand on your thigh, causing you to look back over at him. “love are you okay?”

“yeah,” you responded quickly, trying to cover up the small voice crack with a cough. there was a moment of silence between you two— kaeya looking at you with furrowed eyebrows as you tried your best to avoid eye contact.

when he reached up to cup your cheek gently is what caused you to break.

all the walls you’d built up to encase your tears in fully shattered. everything began coming out all at once. the tears you were trying to force out of yourself earlier were finally coming. at this rate you knew there was no point in hiding your emotions, so you didn’t give any protests when he pulled you against his chest. you just hid your face in his chest, not caring about all the sobs that left your mouth.

kaeya just sat there with you, holding you close as you let it all out. he didn’t want to interrupt you in the middle of a breakdown to ask what was wrong because he knew it’d go nowhere. for the time being he just gently ran his fingers through your hair, whispering small ‘it’s okay’s and ‘i’m here’s.

once you were finally calmed down a bit he asked you what was wrong. with a shaky breath you started opening up about everything— how overwhelmed you were due to all the stuff you had going on, how you were barely sleeping anymore, how your mental health had plummeted. the conversation turned into a full blown therapy session; you venting about all of your problems while kaeya sat and gave advice when he felt it was necessary. that’s something you always admired about him, whenever you were venting he wouldn’t interrupt you every few sentences with advice. he’d wait until you were done with that topic, then proceed to give advice if it’s needed.

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice any of this sooner hun,” kaeya started, “if i had noticed i wouldn’t have let you get to this point.”

“no it’s okay— it’s not your responsibility to constantly look out for me,” you said, shaking your head slightly.

“i know, i just hate seeing you like this,” he sighed as he took a strand of your hair, gently wrapping it around his fingers. “you should probably get some rest though. i know it’s hard to get it right now but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

you nodded. suddenly kaeya got up and walked over to your shared dresser. he pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants. you assumed it was for him to wear, but he ended up handing it to you. you sat there confused for a moment— kaeya was always okay with you wearing his clothes but he’d never straight up handed you a pair of his clothes to wear.

“i know how much wearing my clothes soothes you, so hopefully wearing them tonight might make you sleep better,” he gave you a soft smile when he said that. hearing that sentence made your heart melt. you’ve never explicitly said that so the fact that he payed attention to it was enough to make you fall in love all over again.

you gave him a ‘thank you’ as you began slipping out of your clothes. kaeya ended up helping you undress some— even though it wasn’t necessary. he’d place a kiss to your shoulders every now and then, sending small shivers down your spine.

once both of you changed into what you were going to sleep in you slipped under the covers next to each other. your body barely touched the mattress when kaeya had his arms locked around your torso, pulling your body flush against his. you didn’t mind though— you just nuzzled your head into his chest once again.

“i’ve said this a million times but please don’t hesitate to come to me for anything. you’re not a burden to me,” kaeya spoke softly, his chin resting atop your head.

“i know,” you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the few tears that started welling up from his words. “thank you kaeya.”

he hummed softly in response. “i love you more than words can describe.”

“i love you more,” you tilted your head upwards, placing a kiss to his jawline then on his lips the second time.

“i love you most,” he gave you another kiss, dragging it out a bit this time. “now go to sleep, you need it.”

within a few minutes you finally drifted off to sleep. that was the first time you actually got a full night of sleep in almost a month.

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[seitmai]

Olivia Wright had been his everything since he was fourteen years old, occupied every one of his dirty fantasies and dreams of the future. He’d never been more sure of anyone in his life, until they’d crashed and burned so spectacularly shortly after college. He’d fallen in love with storm chasing, his dreams of working for the NWS had turned into something else entirely as he and the crew of misfits he migrated to became more and more obsessed with the beauty and danger these storms brought.

🥺🥺🥺

“Nope, you don’t get to pussy out Olivia, life is too short and you know it. Now come on! I want to hear all about your life, and Dani makes some bomb ass burritos so you should try to eat something, it’s gonna be a long day babygirl.

You gotta love Lily 🥰

Livvy wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; she had been watching them for so long online that she felt like she knew the crew personally, they were some of the kindest people she’d ever met and it wasn’t lost on her that all of them had been brought together by Ty. He’d made himself a family, it was just another thing that she had missed her chance on and she couldn’t help but feel a little emotional over it.

It's so bittersweet 🥺

“I could never deny him happiness, if it’s not with me that’s OK, it’s been a long time and I’ve learned to accept it. If Kate makes him happy then of course I want that for him. I never stopped loving him, so of course I would always want what’s best for him. It wasn’t right back then Lily, that kinda love was unpredictable. We were growing together like two gnarled trees, neither of us were helping the other reach our potential and I had to let him go so we didn’t end up hating each other.“

This sounds very much like right person, wrong time 🥺

“I can’t change it now, even if I wish I could.” “Do you wish you could?” She says with raised eyebrow and Olivia gives her a little nod. “Every day. I miss him every day.”

😭💔😭💔

Olivia doesn’t see it but Lily does, Tyler is half hidden behind the RV, he’s heard it all and she watches as his face goes from grief stricken to angry turning on his heel as he walks off into the dark, the weight of her confession breaking his heart all over again.

Everyone is playing checkers while Lily is playing chess, I see you 👀

“My sweet girl” he murmured into her hair, he let her cry it all out until she relaxed in his grip, tipping her chin up to look at him as he stroked her cheek. “I never stopped hoping for this, I didn’t want to hold you back but- I can’t stay away anymore. I-I love you Ty, I always will.”

She stuttered and he let out a groan as he pressed his mouth to hers, flipping them both so she was on her back and spread out for him, she’d been the star of every fantasy he’d ever had, and nothing would ever be as good as the real thing.

😮‍💨😌🤤

He’s sobbing so hard now he can hardly speak, just kissing whatever skin he can get to as he holds her tightly, still pressing hard into the gaping wound despite knowing it won’t do anything to stop the inevitable. He’s going to lose her, and he just got her back.

NOOO

He asked her to marry him on her birthday, 6 months after the accident and she’d said yes before he could even finish his speech. The future hadn’t been linear like he thought, he didn’t have to accept what he thought he deserved and finally allowed himself to accept what he wanted. Olivia Wright Owens sounded damn good to him, and maybe one day a house full of babies. Yeah he could definitely make that his new dream.

🥰🥰🥰

God you had me scared there for a second 🫠

The Willows Never Stopped Weeping for You

Pairing-Tyler Owens x female OC (Olivia Wright)

Warnings- language, drinking, angst, death, injury, smut

Summary- Olivia let Tyler go to carry out his dreams, but broke his heart in the process. What happens when in the wreckage of a little small town he learns the real reason she left him, and how do they repair it?

A/N- we back at it again on the angst train, third week in a row lol!! I really loved this one, twisters was so good and I am excited to start writing for the fandom! As always, like, comment, reblog anything to let me know what you think!

“We’ve gotta get the hell out of dodge, we can’t sit here any longer Ty!” Dani is panicked, sweat dripping from their brow as they tremble, eyes wild and afraid of what will happen if they don’t make it out.

“I can’t- I can’t leave without her goddamnit and you know it, go ahead of me, you gotta trust me! We will make it out of here, get everyone to safety Dan, I’m serious get the hell out of here!” He yells over the roar of the wind, shoving them towards the rv and as much as it pains the crew, they know Tyler would die in this storm before he ever left Olivia behind. She was his everything, he’d loved her his whole life, and even if things were broken between them he would die a thousand times over to make sure she was safe.

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The crew had been up and down the state the past few weeks, working together with Javi and his crew to test out Kate’s theory and it had been one hell of a ride. They’d mostly been able to help keep the damage to a minimum, but as always with storms like these it was always a risk.

The little town on the outskirts of Enid had been ravaged more than once, but this storm seemed to be hell bent on taking whatever was left of the small community and turning it to rubble. So many injured, and so many homes and businesses destroyed, it seemed like a no-brainer that the government would send aid relief workers to help repair the damage, but what Tyler Owens hadn’t foreseen was the bright green eyes and auburn hair of his first love as he helped people in the aftermath.

Olivia Wright had been his everything since he was fourteen years old, occupied every one of his dirty fantasies and dreams of the future. He’d never been more sure of anyone in his life, until they’d crashed and burned so spectacularly shortly after college. He’d fallen in love with storm chasing, his dreams of working for the NWS had turned into something else entirely as he and the crew of misfits he migrated to became more and more obsessed with the beauty and danger these storms brought.

Liv had their whole future planned, finish college, get married. Ty would work for the NWS and she would become a nurse, fulfilling your passion to help people and getting to be by his side while he pursued his passion for meteorology. The two of them were growing apart, everyone could see it but him, and she knew she’d have to be the one to let go, he was always bigger than the whole sky and Liv couldn’t bear to keep him down. So she broke his heart and her own, and in that time she watched him flourish. His channel and all of his friends, the articles written about his discoveries, she watched it all with rapt attention, he was living out his dreams and Liv couldn’t have been more proud. Eventually she had to decide what was best for her, and watching storms ravage communities just like hers in Arkansas became too much to bear, working in disaster relief and helping to save lives became her passion, she kept her head down and let the work take over, but never lost hope that one day she’d run smack dab into that man that was as wild as the western wind.

It had happened less like a rom com and more like a horror movie, he’d seen her first and lost his cool immediately, ducking under an awning and scrambling to find somewhere, anywhere else to be but near her. Lily, who had been both of their friends in college couldn’t quite figure out what the hell was wrong with him, but it didn’t take long to spot her bright hair and the FEMA t-shirt Liv was sporting as she handed out water to a group not far from theirs.

“Oh my God is that my Livvy?!” She shrieked as she ran for her friend, the two of them erupting in giggles and swaying each other in the midst of the debris-covered road.

“Lily bug!! Oh my goodness what are y’all doing here?! I thought from your last video you guys were over near Lawton!” She said, smacking a hand over her mouth as she realized she’d given herself away already.

“Ooh so you have been watching hmm? Come say hi to everyone cutie pie, it’s been too long and we need to catch up.” She pulled her along but Liv tried to dig her heels in, wild green eyes panicked.

“I can’t intrude Lils, and I don’t want to make Tyler uncomfortable, I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me” she says as she puts both hands up in surrender but Lily is having none of it.

“Nope, you don’t get to pussy out Olivia, life is too short and you know it. Now come on! I want to hear all about your life, and Dani makes some bomb ass burritos so you should try to eat something, it’s gonna be a long day babygirl.

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He somehow manages to avoid her like the plague all day, catching glimpses here and there but mostly staying close to Kate and Javi, much to Lily's frustration if the glares she’s cut at him all afternoon are any indication.

Livvy wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; she had been watching them for so long online that she felt like she knew the crew personally, they were some of the kindest people she’d ever met and it wasn’t lost on her that all of them had been brought together by Ty. He’d made himself a family, it was just another thing that she had missed her chance on and she couldn’t help but feel a little emotional over it.

When Kate had come over to introduce herself later in the evening, it had been obvious to Olivia that she and Tyler had something going on. It was hard to dislike her, she was beautiful and kind, and smart as a whip from what Liv could tell. Definitely perfect for him, so after a while of watching them all interact and being all but ignored by her oldest friend, it got to be too much and she found a way to make her escape, using an early morning as an excuse and holing up in her motel room to lick her wounds and cry.

Lily chases after her with another nasty glare in Tyler’s direction, everyone had questions now and he couldn’t give them, waving them off with a middle finger as he stumbled through the parking lot, a little tipsy and feeling an ache in his chest that he’d thought he’d healed from.

“Liv! Stop damnit, I know this shit is hard but just talk to me honey, tell me.” Lily shouts into the crowded lot and watches her friend's shoulders sag as she turns with tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Oh Lily.” She lets out a ragged breath and lets it all wash over her, everything she’s left unsaid and held deep inside. “I could never deny him happiness, if it’s not with me that’s OK, it’s been a long time and I’ve learned to accept it. If Kate makes him happy then of course I want that for him. I never stopped loving him, so of course I would always want what’s best for him. It wasn’t right back then Lily, that kinda love was unpredictable. We were growing together like two gnarled trees, neither of us were helping the other reach our potential and I had to let him go so we didn’t end up hating each other. “ A shudder runs through her at the declaration, tears are threatening to seep from her eyes but she won’t give them the satisfaction.

“That sounds like horseshit and you know it” Lily says she jabs her finger into Liv’s shoulder, her eyes are full of fire. Liv knows she means well, she’s always been a good man in the storm, someone you want in your corner when things get hard which is why she’s so glad that Tyler has her. Liv lets her shoulders sag and look at Lily full of defeat.

“I can’t change it now, even if I wish I could.”

“Do you wish you could?” She says with raised eyebrow and Olivia gives her a little nod.

“Every day. I miss him every day.” Tears well up in her eyes and she shivers as the wind blows through the camp, but she won’t let the pain overtake her, she made her choice and she can only hope that he’ll be happy.

Olivia doesn’t see it but Lily does, Tyler is half hidden behind the RV, he’s heard it all and she watches as his face goes from grief stricken to angry turning on his heel as he walks off into the dark, the weight of her confession breaking his heart all over again.

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He paces the concrete hallway of the motel for what feels like hours, letting the weight of what she said run over him. Had he really been so blind? Olivia hadn’t wanted to let him go, and he’d never thought to question it when she pushed him away. He had been hurt and stubborn, shutting down immediately and saying some of the meanest things he could hurl at her to hurt her back. In hindsight he should have known she was just trying to give him the ability to do what he wanted, but just the fact that she had convinced herself that she was what was holding him back made a fire rage in him. Sure it would have been hard to manage, but they could’ve handled it! They could handle anything together, he’d always told her that, why she would have ever thought otherwise was something he couldn’t reconcile with.

He was at her door before he could stop himself, rapping sharply on the peeling metal and praying that she would listen. The sounds of the lock being undone told him she was still awake, the door swinging open to reveal her puffy tear stained face, hair up in a messy knot on her head and an oversized t shirt full of holes, one that had definitely belonged to him.

“Why are you here Ty? You’d had all day to say something to me, and you waited until midnight?” She said with a sniffle, there was no point in trying to hide what she’d been doing, it was all over her face and his heart clenched in his chest knowing he’d hurt her again.

“You didn’t want us to end, did you?” He said gruffly, he wasn’t leaving until he got his answers, he needed to know the truth.

“What does it matter now? You’re with Kate-“ she said as more tears formed, arms wrapped tightly around her waist as though she was trying to hold herself together.

“I’m not. We tried it, but she’s got her own demons to work out, and we agreed it would be better to be friends. Answer my question baby, I need to hear it. Do you still want me?” He was leaning in close to the door frame now, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the beer on his breath. Liv let out a ragged breath and nodded, that was all he needed to push the door the rest of the way open and pull her into his arms, kicking the door shut behind him as he pressed kisses to her cheek and neck while she held on for dear life. Sobs wracked her body as he sat down on the creeky mattress, pulling her into his lap as he rocked her side to side.

“My sweet girl” he murmured into her hair, he let her cry it all out until she relaxed in his grip, tipping her chin up to look at him as he stroked her cheek.

“I never stopped hoping for this, I didn’t want to hold you back but- I can’t stay away anymore. I-I love you Ty, I always will.” She stuttered and he let out a groan as he pressed his mouth to hers, flipping them both so she was on her back and spread out for him, she’d been the star of every fantasy he’d ever had, and nothing would ever be as good as the real thing.

“I never stopped either Livvy girl, can I have you? Please baby I- I need it, need to show you how much I missed you.” He looks wrecked, hair a mess and eyes wild, and she can’t stop herself from pulling him down to her, licking into his mouth and running her hands over his broad shoulders, watching him shiver in her embrace as he grinds down into her.

They make up for all the time lost, re-learning each other's bodies until the early morning, finally coming up for air when Tyler’s phone begins to go off with weather alerts and texts from Boone.

“Looks like there’s another cell coming this way, we need to get these people to safety while we can.” He says with a sigh as he rolls his body off of hers, she’s sated and happy as she stretches her limbs like a cat and moans, he feels himself twitch in his boxers as he watches her. She’s like a siren, calling him back to her and he wants nothing more to than to stay right here between the sheets and ravage her again.

“Stop looking at me like that Owens, or we’ll never get out of here in time” she playfully punches his chest and he lets out a hearty laugh, they’d have plenty of time to talk and catch up, he wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon.

“Ok, ok sugar, let’s get back out here, storms a comin’ and times a wastin’.”

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He should have known. He should have known they’d never get that lucky, especially knowing how unpredictable the storms had been this season.

They thought they’d had more time, weather warnings saying the tornado would likely just pass the town, but it had all gone wrong. What had started out as one had turned into two, splitting off and causing maximum damage to what was left of the area. He’d lost Liv and Boone somewhere along the way, Kate and Javi and the rest of the crew were safely out of danger, but somehow the twister had gotten between his truck and yours, and when the dust had settled you and Boone were nowhere to be found.

He was sick, bile crawling up his throat as he trembled, they’d been searching the perimeter when he’d heard Boone screaming for help, tearing through the field of corn to find your upturned truck, mangled and covered in broken glass. Boone had tried his best to pull you from the wreckage, but his shoulder was mangled; most likely dislocated from the crude angle it hung from.

Tyler pulled Olivia’s limp body out and heard a sharp gasp from her, she was alive, that was good. At least that was what he thought until he got her in his arms and saw the jagged shrapnel wedged in her abdomen, blood flowing like a water hose from the wound, way too much to be a minor wound. She kept lolling her head back and forth as she tried to lift her hand to his face, god there was blood everywhere, he couldn’t take the metal out, what if that made it worse? He yelled for Boone to give him his shirt, tears pouring from his eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding, but it just wouldn’t stop coming.

“Livvy, baby look at me ok?” He says with a gentle pat to her cheek, her eyes keep rolling around in her head as she tries to focus on something, anything, but she just can’t seem to get there.

Finally she seems to see him through her unfocused bloodshot eyes, a small victory and he breathes for the first time since he found her.

“Oh god, Ty there’s so much blood! What happened? Are- are you ok? How do we stop it? We need help!” She cries out as her body shakes in his arms, she’s going into shock and bleeding to death but is still selfless to the end, always worried about everyone but herself.

He’s sobbing so hard now he can hardly speak, just kissing whatever skin he can get to as he holds her tightly, still pressing hard into the gaping wound despite knowing it won’t do anything to stop the inevitable. He’s going to lose her, and he just got her back.

A scream comes from somewhere, Tyler jolting awake from the world’s most uncomfortable hospital chair. He’s drenched in sweat, and his neck aches, as he looks around the dimly lit room he realizes the scream came from him. He’s replayed that awful night over and over for the past three days, it ends with Olivia choking on her own blood as she fades away and he can’t seem to make his brain understand that while it definitely happened that way, the end result wasn’t quite so gruesome. She’s alive, unconscious, but alive. How EMS found them in time will consume his thoughts for a good long while. He’d been so sure he’d lost her but the miracles just kept coming because somehow the doctors were able to save you and had assured him that though recovery would be long and hard she would in fact recover.

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Months later he would still be convinced it was all just a dream, the nightmares had ceased but the jagged scar along Olivia’s sternum would always be there to remind him of how close he’d come to losing it all.

He lived for chasing storms, he’d convinced himself it was everything he’d ever need after she’d left, but he’d been so wrong.

She’d never ask him to give it up, but he didn’t know if he could continue to run after something that had nearly taken everything from him. He and Kate took a job consulting with the NWS on her research after Ben’s article got traction, and he left his truck to Boone to continue the legacy and the channel. He wanted to prevent the storms from happening before they started and he knew with Kate’s research and the grants from the government they could really dig in and make a difference.

He asked her to marry him on her birthday, 6 months after the accident and she’d said yes before he could even finish his speech. The future hadn’t been linear like he thought, he didn’t have to accept what he thought he deserved and finally allowed himself to accept what he wanted. Olivia Wright Owens sounded damn good to him, and maybe one day a house full of babies. Yeah he could definitely make that his new dream.

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[kyovtani]

Zade my darling idk if you ever got my other Kakucho ask but he 100% is the man who wants to actually get you pregnant. He constantly thinks about how beautiful you would look pregnant, and then further than that the thought of being a dad and having a family with you 🥺🫶🏻

Mitsuya too! oh he loves the idea of having a sweet little family with you, having a baby on your hip while your tummy is round with another ♥️♥️♥️

oh my goodness my sweet gray 😭 tumblr's been fucking around with me the past two days so most of the asks ive answered disappeared or got deleted and i dont know why so im sorry if i didn't respond to yours 💔 but i shall kiss your big brain because if there's one of the two men in tokyo rev im absolutely weak for, it's kakucho and im not even exaggerating (i think its the scar tbh im a whore)

kakucho just doesn't seem like the type of guy who wants to have a family, which is why you don't really dare to mention it. of course he knows ho much you like kids – your habit of waving at tiny humans every time they look at you easily giving it away, yet he never really gave it another thought.

until one day his boys start teasing him for being such a dad because of him taking care of their drunk asses each time they get wasted. that's when he remembers just how badly he's always wanted to have a family of his own. maybe because his parents never gave him what he needed and he wanted to be better than them, or maybe because he genuinely liked the thought of havinh a baby – with you.

he's had relationships before and never once even considered moving in together because he used to be scared of commitment and being hurt, until you basically waltzed into his life and had him fall head over heels for you. and now, several years later, you're not only living together but also joke about the bonten boys being your kids and having to take care of them without giving birth.

and all of a sudden, kakucho just can't stop thinking about how pretty you'd look pregnant with his baby. the mental image of your big belly and your pretty face glowing from all the hormones and everything it comes with, suddenly seems so much more alluring to him.

and the thoughts of being a dad to a baby that's half his own and half the love of his life are quick to follow, which is why he just can't keep it to himself anymore, no matter how hard he tries to.

"you know", he sounds neevous and the second you shift your attention to him, kakucho tenses up, gripping the steering wheel as tight as possible, "if we happen to have a – uhm – a baby one day, i hope they get your eyes." the words make his heart race and his head spin to the point where he probably shouldn't be driving anymore, all because he doesn't know what to expect.

kakucho can't even deny how heartbroken he'd be if you weren't of the same mindset as him, yet either way his love for you would remain the same.

"oh? i'd want them to have yours", your response is quick and confident, from the way you smile at him, kakucho knows this isnt the first time you've thought about this and a wave of relief breaks down over him, "your eyes, my smile and your nose. but i feel like the first one's gonna be your copy anyway."

you start chuckling at your own words, probably not even aware of the burning blush on your boyfriend's cheek as he tries to comprehend what you just said to him.

the first one...so you do want a baby with him — multiple even.