#they are very very dumb and I love them okay??

[burreauxsss]

only on camera

background: joe burrow, america's quarterback attends the met gala with the one and only y/n y/ln, his girlfriend but fiance on the low.

(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved.)

notes: i dont need to explain myself here. enjoy!

word count: 753

warning: none? just horrible paparazzi.

The city hummed with electric anticipation. It was Met Gala night, fashion’s most sacred evening, and as the elite lined the ruby carpeted stairs of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, whispers chased every movement like shadows.

But all of that ceased when the black SUV rolled to a slow, theatrical stop at the curb.

The door swung open.

And out stepped Joe Burrow, the golden boy, everyones celebrity crush. Dressed in a sleek baby blue tuxedo with a satin collar. But what came next was what stole the night.

Y/N Y/L/N emerged behind him.

Silence, then audible gasps.

She wore white. The gown clung to her like moonlight on skin, its fabric a whisper of silk and illusion mesh. Cut dangerously low in the back and artfully high at the slit, it danced between couture and scandal, purity and seduction. Tiny crystal details caught the light like stardust. Yet it was the hand she placed delicately on Joe’s arm that sent cameras into a frenzy.

A ring.

Not just any ring.

A solitaire diamond, halo set on a platinum band, unmistakably an engagement ring.

Joe leaned in, murmuring, “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled like she knew something no one else did. “I’ve been ready."

They ascended the stairs, and the crowd parted like the sea. Reporters scrambled. Stylists froze mid sentence. Twitter was already ablaze.

“Who is she?”

“Is that Joe Burrow’s girlfriend?”

“Thats a ring, did he propose?!”

And there it was. The secret the world had no idea it had been starved for, the NFL golden boy was engaged, and not to some influencer or Hollywood gold digger. Y/N, a very popular college gymnast who retired due to her concussions her senior year. She had been in Joe’s orbit for years, always at the edge of the frame. Until tonight.

Inside, the two floated beneath the great glass dome, the city sparkling beyond them.

“You know this is going to be everywhere by morning,” he said, hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

She turned, tilting her head. “Good. Maybe now they’ll finally stop asking about your ‘mysterious girl in the background.’”

He chuckled, then reached for her hand, his thumb brushing the ring. “Still feels crazy. That you said yes.”

“I knew I would the second you fumbled the proposal speech,” she teased.

“I did not fumble.”

“You forgot your own name, Joe.”

A few months ago 📍Athens, OH

It had been late autumn in Ohio. They were at his family’s place just outside Athens, wrapped in wood, history, and too many Bengals throw blankets to even count.

He’d been jittery all day, which was already suspicious. Joe never fidgeted that much.

They’d gone on a walk by the water after dinner, wrapped in scarves and nostalgia. The sun had just kissed the horizon goodnight, setting the lake ablaze in orange and lavender.

Y/N had been talking about something... work, a opening to be the gymnastics head at Ohio State when he stopped walking.

“I—uh, wait,” he said, voice suddenly tight.

She turned to face him. “What?”

He blinked. “Hang on.”

Her brows lifted. “Are you okay?”

Joe took a deep breath and then… knelt. Right there on the pine needle scattered path.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Okay,” he said, pulling a tiny box from his coat pocket with shaking hands. “Okay. So. I… wow.”

She bit her lip, heart already thundering.

“I’ve had this speech in my head for weeks,” Joe said, eyes locked on hers. “But it all sounds dumb now. Because the only thing I know for sure is that I love you. Like, I’m gonna love you through every season love you. Like, I want you on the sidelines and at the breakfast table and in the middle of everything love you.”

Tears pricked her eyes.

“And okay, here it goes.” He cleared his throat, opened the ring box. “Y/N Y/L/N… will you marry—”

He paused.

She blinked. “Joe?”

He looked slightly panicked. “I forgot the next part.”

She laughed. “You were literally about to ask me to marry you.”

“I know, I know,” he said, laughing nervously. “It’s just....I wanted to say ‘It’s me, Joe Burrow’...you know, make it official sounding and I just totally blanked.”

Y/N burst into full laughter. “You forgot your own name?”

“I did!” He looked both mortified and amused. “I was gonna say, ‘It’s me, Joe Burrow, and I want to spend forever with you.�� But then I just blanked. Like full on quarterback under pressure mind melt.”

Still giggling, she knelt down in front of him, hands cradling his cheeks. “Well… Joe Burrow, whoever you are, the answer’s yes.”

He stared at her. “Wait. Really?”

“Really really.”

The kiss that followed was a little messy, slightly damp from tears, and absolutely perfect.

Present day 📍New York, NY

And now, months later, under the vaulted ceiling of the Met, the memory danced like a secret flame behind Y/N’s smile. She reached for Joe’s hand, their fingers interlocking easily, like they'd always belonged that way.

“You remembered your name eventually,” she teased under her breath.

He grinned, squeezing her hand. “Barely.”

They laughed together, and even in the grand chaos of fashion royalty, nothing glittered quite as bright as they did. A couple not born from publicists or media campaigns, but from quiet loyalty and fire beneath the surface.

And as the cameras kept flashing, as the world spun faster in its obsession, Y/N raised her left hand to adjust her hair, casually, effortlessly.

The diamond caught the light.

And the world caught on.

yn posted a story

caption: yeah he did that @/joeyb_9

note: literally proofread this 20 times half asleep.. anyways

[mrsfudd]

Toxic Paige and Azzi HCs

Toxic Paige and Azzi HCs

Smut warning

- They get very jealous of each other and make sure you feel guilty about it.

"Why did I see you give Paige a hug today? You must only wanna be seen with her huh"

"So you think its cute to let Azzi rub all up on you knowing I was standing right there?"

-They are both very aggressive in bed, they love belittling you.

“Look at her az, dumb slut” Paige chuckled to Azzi while ruining your insides.

“Nobody can fuck you like we can, remember that shit baby” Azzi told you as she watched you fall apart.

-They are very controlling, especially in your outfit choices.

Paige sat on the couch while Azzi was in the kitchen, they both were waiting for you, tonight was date night. Paige saw you first, you wore a dress that sat right above your knees with spaghetti straps, assuming nothing would be wrong with it.

“Yo Azzi, get your bitch bro. Fucking look at her, shes dressed like an attention whore” Paige snapped watching you walk out the bathroom.

Azzi snapped her head around to see what Paige was talking about, you could see the anger on her face. “See this is why we dont take you anywhere, go fucking change, nah actually me and Paige going out your staying in the fucking house”.

-After yall fight, they have very unhealthy ways of reassuring you.

“We didnt mean to make you cry mama, i just needed you to understand how it makes us feel when you say hi to people like that. You only need us dont forget that okay baby? Paige told you.

“I know, Im sorry i forgot how sensitive you are, just dont do that dumb shit again alright? You wont like what would happen.” Azzi cooed

- When things get really bad, they love texting you whenever you walk out on them.

Paige: So you done with us or what?

Azzi: We all know your gonna be back so just save us the wait alright?

-They are very friendly with other girls, when you feel some type of way about it they become extremely defensive.

“Oh my god Y/N, do you hear yourself? Why would I flirt with her? Sounds like you were saving herself for yourself”. Paige screamed.

“Your fucking crazy Y/N. I would never do no shit like that. You must be deflecting.” Azzi said with no passion in her voice.

-They never really apologize, just buy you things.

“You like it baby? Yeah I know you do. So you forgive me right??” Azzi said handing you a new Chanel purse.

“I know its nice right. Still think I was fucking with that girl?” Paige asked while you showed her the dress she got.

Sorry to whoever requested this, i 100% lost it but enjoy 🙏 Sorry for typos ik this is short.

[mediumgayitalian]

this post: I NEED A SOLANGELO OFFICE AU FIC WHERE NICO IS THE CEO AND COLD AND EVERYONE HATES HIM AND WILL IS HIS ASSISTANT WHO THINKS HE'S HIT BUT STILL THINKS HE'S MEAN AND STRAIGHT BUT SOMETHING HAPPENS AND THEY GRADUALLY GROW CLOSER AND NICO STARTS WARMING UP TO HIM AND IT'S MUTUAL PINING AND UGH SOMEONE WRITE THIS PLEASE I BEG

(https://www.tumblr.com/icantspelll/782319142725369856/i-need-a-solangelo-office-au-fic-where-nico-is-the?source=share)

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oh ho ho. happy you asked. post here. excuse me as this is a little all over the place and also somehow 3500 fucking words again and also i pretty much wrote the climax scene but WHATEVER its in my head now

modern au obviously.

there is a car accident.

a big one.

lee is brain-dead. on life support, and getting constant visitation, but...yeah there's not a lot of hope there. michael is in somewhat of a halfway house, newly unable to walk, at least for now, and with a host of other symptoms that make living at home hard. he needs assisted car.

will got off relatively scot-free. he had some minor brain damage and now has a migraine disorder and a shitton of burn scars from trying to drag his brothers out of a burning vehicle before they all blew up.

him and his mother also now have a whole lot of debt.

(it does not help that michael refuses to see them...the guilt from being the driver is hard. will is devastated to have lost not one brother, but two, in some ways.)

he starts working for this medical nonprofit partially because theyre hiring (desperate for a PA bc no one will stay under nico's bitch ass long enough) and also bc he's hoping to do a little fraud and get his bills paid maybe

(theyre desperate.)

rachel hires will i think. she is nervous in the interview not in the shy way but in the oh god i cannot tell him whats actually waiting for him way. i dont want him to walk out. fuck.

i think shes the main secretary. yeah.

nico interrupts the interview to bark about needing something.

rachel is so crushed bc now this guy will never accept the position fuck.

except will takes it easy as anything -- he DID go through med school and is very used to being yelled at and treated like shit by superiors. he has also worked in service. he doesnt even blink. its about dry cleaning or some dumb shit like that, just something nico needs picked up and fast because hes already late and irritable

so wills like ive got it sir. gimme an address and ill bring it to your office. can i get you a coffee while you wait?

and his voice is light, then he raises his eyebrows, slightly, and says, same tone, but eyes a little steely, or perhaps a xanax?

and rachel CHOKES.

but nico just scowls and go coffee is fine. GOOD espresso from this specific coffee shop or im not paying for it.

so rachel is like god fuck you want the job then? and will is like yah sounds good. and hauls ass immediately to the coffee shop, which happens to be the one lou or cecil work at, and he gets special best friend privileges to skip to the front of the line and get his espresso going I GOT THE JOB OKAY LOVE YOU BYE and hauls ass to whatever errand. comes back.

and its just.

for weeks nico is increasingly more demanding and absurd, like he usually is, because PAs quit after a week. but will is NOT QUITTING. so nico is kind of taking it like a challenge to be more and more impossible but will takes everything in stride with quick attitude and no issues whatsoever.

nico asks him to do four things at once and will is like "hm impossible as i am not heracles try that one again" and nico, kind of shocked since no one has ever outright refused him before, DOES. he asks for something more reasonable

like will is SO GOOD. he knows all the medical terminology, hes fast, he knows EVERYBODY, and with him as nicos PA meetings go better?? somehow?? people are charmed by will's smile and quick wit and boy is it a break from nico's snapping.

because they like will more theyre less likely to be difficult for nico, and the actual nonprofit stuff they are trying to do gets a lot easier to do

nico would be huffy about it but like. will makes his life easier too

seems to always know when nico has a headache and when he was sick refused to let him come into the office, shoved his ass onto the subway -- where he had never been even once in his life -- and brought him back to his (penthouse.) apartment and cared for him until he passed out

they dont talk about it but its like the most caring nico has recieved in a hot minute and it def changes the vibe between them

nico is gruff but he is less abrasive. he thanks will when will does stuff for him. he actually eats when will brings his meals and cheerfully sits with him instead of scowling out the window. he even lets will coach him on being less of a jackass in meetings and (tries) to take that advice.

the office is gagged. will is EVERYTHING.

but then nico gets this -- inoccuous notification.

about a small case file being approved, money being sent somewhere.

and he frowns because...he didnt approve that.

nico may be a nightmare but he is a nightmare who CARES. he looks at every file on his desk. he remembers details for every case he can.

and he did NOT send money to this particular care facility. as it is usually covered by their rival company and nico knows better than to mess with that

but he looks further into it and realizes there have been a LOT of funds sent without his approval. and he realizes that the person approving them has been will.

and he is FURIOUS.

this boy he has trusted -- he has let into his HOME, he has shared meals with, he has laughed with and even shared secrets with -- is fucking with his company. and sending money to OCTAVIAN'S insurance company no less, their biggest rival.

he calls will over and fires him on the spot basically.

will cant explain himself. everything is falling apart around him. he doesnt even have the words.

hes a little heartbroken, too. because nico -- the man whom hes really starting to fall for -- calls him a fraud, and hes right.

he doesnt even pack his things. he turns around and leaves.

he doesnt cry, on the walk to the subway. even though its dark. he doesnt cry at the station. he doesnt cry on the train.

he cries a hundred yards from the lobby of his shithole apartment building, because he left the keychain his little cousin made for him on his work lanyard, now on nico's desk, and he wont ever get it back.

hes depressed as hell. he wont stay in his room, because that scares his mother, but he drags himself to michael's facility every day even though michael still wont see him and plays with the kids living there, trying not to feel too sorry for himself. and then he drags himself to lee, even though lee is fucking brain dead, and then he drags himself to whatever part time job he can find.

nico, on the other hand, is a NIGHTMARE.

will has been there long enough that everyone has kind of forgotten who he was before, but whatever he was, this version is worse. hes acerbic and sullen and fucking AWFUL. almost cruel. people come back from meetings in frustrated tears and not even rachel can stand to work with him. the atmosphere in the office is shot.

she comes to him, one late night.

i know he stole from us. and i know thats hard. but he was good, nico. he was a good person. i think you should at least find out why.

nico just ignores her. rachel sighs, and walks away. shes ready to find a new job, honestly -- she is proud of the work she is doing at this company and she has worked here so long, but this is unbearable. she cant live like this. shes not even the only one who feels this way.

one day nico sends for coffee. they still have no PA so jason volunteers to get it, and he comes back, way later than he should be, and he is bright eyed and frantic and there is a barista in tow behind him. and jason doesnt even leave the lobby he hollers for nico to get his ass over. nico does, eventually, scowling at his shouting, snapping at him what the fuck is your problem im busy and jason is like NO. no. dont talk to me like that. dont GIVE me that! you dont fucking listen. you dont listen to a single other person, nico, and that is your problem!

and nico locks his jaw and goes fine, then.

and jason falters and hes like no, no. since you know everything. go on.

and there are like.

crowds.

but jason doesnt care and nico is not looking. so jason takes a deep breath and goes firing will was wrong.

and nico goes the man who stole from us? that was wrong?

and jason steels himself and says firmly yes. did you even ask him why?

and nico says im not one to give alibis to thieves, no.

but jason scowls and goes LISTEN, you prick. listen. and he gestures to cecil, who is following the exchange with wide eyes and kind of realizing for the first time how maybe fucked his best friend is.

but if theres one thing about cecil markowitz its that he's LOYAL.

so he straightens up and gets serious and goes: how much do you know about will's car accident.

and nico blinks. and hes like. wills what.

and cecil is like. you know. the car accident that disabled him for life (migraines & brain damage) and killed his brother and got his other brother in assisted living facility. he spent like 15 hours of his day with you. im sure you talked about it.

and nico kind of pales because he is like oh no. oh god no please tell me he did not commit fraud for the most selfless possible reason and i punished him for it.

and cecils eyes kind of harden and he goes yeah. the disabilities that are invisible for him so that insurance companies refuse to help him. and the hospital that is charging him out of life and liberty to keep his brother on life support. surely you know about these things. that he is working so hard to fix. surely you are aware. and nico just quietly goes no. i didnt know.

and cecil goes did you ask?

did you ask about him, ever?

about his life?

his friends and his needs and the reason he sometimes called in because he was curled up on his bed with a pillow over his head in so much pain he can't speak? did you? ask about that?

and nico realizes that this is bigger than the fraud, maybe. this is, as cecil is implying, almost a year of constant CONSTANT effort from will; will sitting with him on long nights and helping him with hard cases and squeezing his hand as he whispers about his sister. effort that has not been funnelled back -- nico realizes he doesn't know will's legal name. he realizes he doesn't know his address. his -- fuck -- his favorite flowers, although will has brought him sunflowers -- his favorite -- on more than one occasion. so nico turns to cecil determined and is like help me fix it.

and cecil is like honestly im not sure i want you around my best friend. like to be real. he loves you and you didnt even give him a chance to defend himself.

and nico nods and hes like i know. i fucked up. i will make it up to him for the rest of my life.

so cecil begrudingly helps him and points out the flowers will likes on the walk. and they get to will's apartment and his mother answers the buzz and she softens, a little, because she can see just from how will speaks of this man that he loves him, even if he's made a mistake. so she tells him that he's with his brother. he is most days.

and cecil says well i am going to leave you to it. i -- can't go back there. lee was my friend too.

so nico swallows his pain and heads up to the local hospital. and the secretaries and nurses know will by NAME -- he may not have completed his residency but he has an MD, still. he was a prodigy, too, graduated early. he knows his shit and he knows his shit well, and while he isnt employed or anything he sure helps them a whole lot.

so nico follows their directions to lee's room and when he gets there will is --

well, will is balanced on lee's bed, tongue sticking out of his mouth, illegaly painting something on the wall. a sun, in the corner, by the looks of it. and dotted stars on the ceiling.

nico is like well i see where half the bills are coming from now. and will SHRIEKS and falls off the bed and nico catches him, barely, and smiles and says youre gonna get charged for vandalism, dumbass.

and will pulls away wide eyed and is like. nico. oh.

and it does not escape nico's notice that he puts himself between nico and his brother.

and boy does that feel like shit.

so nico sits down on the chair a fair distance from him and waits for will to sit too. and they lay there in silence for a significant chunk of time before nico is like, just straight up: im sorry. i made a mistake.

and will doesnt really look at him and is like i uh. i did technically funnel several thousand dollars from your company. you were not exactly in the wrong.

and nico shakes his head and hes like i mean more than that. i did not treat you well.

you dont treat anyone well.

no, you're -- different.

im different?

yes.

nico pauses, staring out the window.

i took advantage of you, i think.

and will doesnt really answer he just stares. and nico looks back at him finally and he has his hand brushing over lee's arm, absentmindedly, by habit pulling up his covers and brushing back his hair. he looks at nico the whole time.

and nico says i think you are a carer. most of all. you care for people. and you came to my company and i was in this dark space, that i have been in most of my life. i was used to it. and then you come in with your brightness and heat and i clung to you, even as i scorned you in the beginning, because you were the light after plato's cave, you know? it stung and i was sullen and hesitant but god for the first tme everything lit up.

and that just wasnt...thats not fair to you, i guess. i never thought about what you need. youre a person, not a bright thing. and im sorry for that.

and will goes well i was like. your hired assistant.

and he squirms and hes like and honestly you kind of helped me too.

and nico isnt quite ready to accept it. he says your friend tells me you were a doctor.

and will nods. almost.

a doctor, will. i didnt even know.

well, i dont talk about it.

will avoids his gaze and there is a beeping from lee's monitor, so he stands and fixes it with practice and ease. nico watches his shaking fingers still as they adjust his saline, like it is nothing.

i dont know -- how. my brother wont talk to me. lee is -- dead, functionally.

he chokes as he says it.

i relied on my brothers every day of my life and then i woke up one day and didnt recognise myself in the mirror and my two favorite people in the world were -- gone. i was adrift.

will shrugs.

i quit my program. i -- couldnt do it anyway, i guess, cant cut someone open with shaking hands. i just cried most days and struggled and the debt kept getting worse and i wanted to -- well. he doesnt say it but nico gets it, suddenly and horrifically -- will fiddles with the bandage always on his wrist and nico realizes what it hides, what will has tried to do.

i convinced myself i didnt have a purpose, nico. i was so sure of it. he looks to nico and his eyes are so dark in the setting sun. nico cant breathe.

but you gave me something, again. i mean, you were a piece of work and i went home and complained about you to anyone -- and i mean anyone -- who would listen --

he grins, and nico huffs a laugh, not doubting it --

-- but fuck, neeks. for the first time in too long i was me again. there was someone i could help. and -- well, not a bad someone either.

he looks down and there is a curl to his shoulders that is almost shy. nico stares at it, at the bob of his throat, and his mouth goes dry.

you're funny, even when youre being a jackass. and you care about people and you get things done and you arent bothered by my attitude.

i like it, nico admits, heart pounding. will looks at him and he flushes but pushes forward, still, forces the words out of his mouth. i like it when you push back at me. it makes me feel like a -- human, again. like someone who can be wrong instead of an untouchable entity.

will snorts. well i can most certainly promise you that you are wrong often.

nico quirks his lips. i know. i know. he breathes out, smile dropping. and i was hugely wrong, will, in casting you away. the foam of the arm rest creaks under his fingers. i -- want you back, if you want to come back.

will exhales, fingers tracing the swirls of lee's bedsheets. nico's heart sinks, and he knows what will is going to say before he says it.

i don't think i can work for you anymore, he confirms. he bites his lip. i -- it was a lot, nico.

nico nods, chest tight. i know. i totally under--

plus, there's something of a conflict of interest.

nico whips his head up. what?

will avoids his eyes, breathing quick and shallow, shoulders up to his ears. i'm. i think its frowned upon, when the PA wants to sleep with the boss. whole trope and everything.

nico feels his heart stutter. he meets will's guarded, careful eyes with his own wide ones, and stares, one minute, two, until the barely-there hope in will's eyes starts to fade, until he nods to himself.

i hope you'll still write me a reference letter, will jokes lightly. i mean, i dont see a lot of PAing in my future but --

im in love with you, nico blurts. marry me.

will freezes. uh.

i mean! i mean, fuck, im sorry, i -- nico is bright red and he feels it, and wills nervous little giggle makes it worse, fuck, what is he doing.

he exhales, long and slow. he balls his fists and lets go of the tension, like jason taught him. he meets will's eyes again, and this time his voice is steady.

not yet, he says firmly. don't marry me -- yet. but. he breathes out again. try, with me. he swallows. if you want to.

i want to, will says, softly.

we can get you back to med school, if you want. something other than surgery. people need doctors, will, you can always --

i want to.

-- any school you want, if you still need school -- do you still need school? -- ill pay for it, i can --

i want to.

-- i promise i am not hurting for money and thats what this whole organization is, isnt it, making the medical field more accessible, and --

nico.

nico freezes, gulping in a huge breath. will sets his brother's hand lovingly down and moves until he is crouching in front of nico's hyperventilating form, both hands gently squeezing his.

deep breaths, nico. follow me.

nico does, inhaling when he breathes in, huge and exaggerated, and exhaling when he breathes out. will keeps breathing with him until the shake in his chest steadies, until the bounce of his legs slows to something more normal.

ill marry you, nico, he says quietly. if you still want to marry me.

nico nods frantically. i do. gods, will, i do.

he places a hand on will's scarred cheek, and will leans into it, tired but soft, hesitant but believing.

i do.

long engagement, will says. he smiles wryly. it'll take you two years at least to make up for all the shit youve thrown at me.

nico laughs, drawing him in close. as long as you need, he promises. we'll do it your way, for this. we tend to, anyways. okay and they kiss etc etc

epilogue is as expected. they get married. will gets his residency in paediatrics and starts his own practice. he sees patients in low income high debt areas specifically and nicos company fights the shitball insurance policies for them. it takes time, but eventually they let lee pass. nico is there for the funeral, squeezing wills hand as he cries through his eulogy. michael lets his brother in, again, coming eventually to their company.

nicos new PA is an old largely-retired man who was once will's favourite prof. his work under nico is easy. his position is revered, and he has large shoes to fill.

the end.

some thoughts from my earliest stage of brainstorming before i hit my roll:

nico would be such a sullen asshole trying to scare will off like the rest of his PAs and wills stubborn ass is like well none of your other PAs were broke enough apparently because you could violate several subsequent labor laws in front of me and im not going anywhere. jackass. ill show you what it looks like to need MONEY

i think it would also b really funny if when will initially hears back from his application cecil and lou ellen are wide eyed going you cannot work for DI ANGELO. mafia man?????? will you are so mouthy you are going to end up dead and will is like bitch we cant eat im going to end up dead ANYWAY

but he is a little afraid of mafia man nico

that is what first breaks the tension. will mouths nico off and nico calls him into his office, sits him across his desk and just stares, silent and deadly. and after several minutes of squirming will snaps if youre going to get your mafia cronies to off me you should know my life insurance payout is fucking insane and that will be a hassle for you to handle

and

there will be no gentle parenting nico into manners here will brings a spray bottle 💀

"get me x and x's number now"

(spray)

"MOTHERFU" (through gritted teeth) "get me their number please"

(spray)

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME."

"treat me like a person"

"...sorry. can you please get me their number."

"yes, thank you for asking."

other employees are watching in awe and fear

jason personally buys him lunch for a week

[starlightshadowsworld]

Chuuatsu where Atsushi doesn’t take losing his ability in Dead Apple well and Chuuya comforts him.

Chuuya wakes up realising that his bed is empty. He would roll back over and go back to sleep but he has a bad feeling.

So instead Chuuya gets up and surveys his flat.

His hope that Atsushi might’ve just gone to grab a glass of water or something die when he hears crying from the bathroom.

Now, Atsushi was a rather sensitive soul and it was something Chuuya loved about him greatly. But in all the time Chuuya had known him he’d never seen Atsushi cry.

He’d seen Atsushi lose limbs and bounce back without so much as a wince.

So suffice to say Chuuya was worried now. The bathroom door wasn’t locked but he stoped himself from barging it open. He knocks lightly “Atsushi, are you okay?“ It felt dumb asking because clearly he wasn’t but what else do you say?

“Somethings wrong…” mumbled Atsushi, his voice hoarse as if he’d been screaming. Chuuya frowned “whats wrong love?” His heart sank at Atsushi’s whispered “me…”

Did he have a nightmare? Is that was this was about?

“Atsushi, there’s nothing wrong with you.” Says Chuuya softly. He hears a sniffle, and what he assumes is Atsushi shaking his head. “I’m wrong…I’m wrong.” He repeats like a mantra over and over.

Chuuya knocks on the day again in the hopes of getting Atsushi’s attention back on him. “Can I come in?”

“Please…”

It takes all of Chuuya’s self restraint to not blast the door off his hinges. He practically throws it open and kneels beside Atsushi who’s curled up on the cold tile floor.

He looks haunted.

“Hey tiger” he says lightly and relaxes just a little bit when Atsushi looks up at him with clear eyes. At the very least he doesn’t seem to be hallucinating.

“No tiger.” Says Atsushi shaking his head and wrapping his arms tighter around him. “No tiger…it’s gone.”

Chuuya frowned but then he remembered the meeting the Port Mafia had yesterday.

He looked over at the window and shes enough there was a bright red fog outside.

As if hearing his thoughts Atsushi piped up “I had a bad dream and I didn’t want to wake you so I went out for some fresh air….” He was shaking all over and the cold tiles weren’t helping at all.

Chuuya softened.

“It’s not your fault. Whatever sick fuck released that thing is to blame not you.”

They’d talk about Atsushi being very okay to wake him if he wasn’t doing great but that could wait to later.

For now, with his permission Chuuya gently picked Atsushi off the bathroom floor and took him back to bed. Atsushi’s eyes were shut in agony and he was clinging to Chuuya like a koala.

His boyfriend only held him close and wrapped the blanket around them both. “It hurts…” whispers Atsushi into the others shirt but Chuuya heard him clearly.

He ran a hand through Atsushi’s hair and smiled sadly when the other leaned into the touch.

Somehow even losing the tiger he was still rather catlike.

It made sense though if the boss lost his ability he would act like any other non gifted. But Atsushi was a weretiger, to lose the tiger was like having himself ripped apart.

Had the Agency not warned him about this? He’d be having words with them later if not.

For now Chuuya kissed his beloveds head and rubbed soothing circles into his back. It wasn’t a pain he could relieve for him. But he did his best to keep him comfortable.

The way Atsushi described it made him feel ill. Having your soul torn apart, your own body not feeling your own. Physically Atsushi looked the same but he wasn’t.

It was a feeling Chuuya knew all too well and would never wish on his lover.

Atsushi had suffered more than enough already and whoever did this was going to pay for it dearly.

[shanatypewriter]

Hey shana my girl XD!

I am honored to drop my first request ever in tumblr to you babes

So something simple and casual?but whatever i know you gonna nail it Hcs on dating the boo crew! characters?all of them thanks you mwah <333

✦Heading: Dating the Boo crew [requested]

✦Characters: Logan Walker, David "Hesh" Walker, Elias T. Walker, Keegan P. Russ, Thomas A. Merrick, Kick. ✦Fandom: Call of Duty: GHOSTS ✦Type: Headcanons ✦Genre/Tone: Fluff, hint of romance

Logan Walker – The Quiet Softie⭑.ᐟ

── .✦⛧| Love language: Acts of service. He’ll fix things before you even notice they were broken.

── .✦⛧| Dates: Long walks, hiking trips, or just lying in bed with arms around you in total silence.

── .✦⛧| Affection style: He’s not big on PDA, but he’ll touch your hand lightly or lean into you when no one’s watching.

── .✦⛧| Quirks: He remembers every tiny detail about you, like your go-to snack or how you take your coffee, and surprises you with it.

── .✦⛧| Vibe: He’s the calm presence who grounds you. If you’re having a rough day, he just knows without you saying a word.

Hesh Walker – The Golden Retriever Boyfriend⭑.ᐟ

── .✦⛧| Love language: Physical touch and words of affirmation. He’s always hugging, teasing, or complimenting you.

── .✦⛧| Dates: Beach days, impromptu road trips, or late-night food runs just for fun.

── .✦⛧| Affection style: Playful kisses, especially forehead ones. He likes pulling you into his lap or tackling you onto the couch.

── .✦⛧| Quirks: He'll send you memes, dumb voice notes, or selfies with weird filters while on missions—he’s the comic relief even from afar.

── .✦⛧| Vibe: High-energy, chaotic good. Loves making you laugh, and gets very pouty when you beat him at video games.

Extras for the biggest Hesh fangirls: Big on physical affection. Always slinging an arm around you, even in the middle of nowhere. His hugs are all-consuming. Teases you constantly—but with a boyish charm. If you're sarcastic back, he’ll be so into it. Wants to share everything. His music? Memes? Weird dream he had? You’re the first to hear about it. Protective but not controlling. He gets a little jumpy if he thinks you’re in danger, but trusts you to handle yourself. Takes you on dumb but endearing “dates.” Think: racing in shopping carts, midnight gas station snack runs, or arguing over the best chips flavor. Talks about you to Logan. You’ll hear “I told my brother this funny thing you said” more than once.

Elias Walker – The Protective Dad™ Who Loves Deeply⭑.ᐟ

(If dating him hypothetically in an AU or non-canon situation where he’s not your actual dad figure)

── .✦⛧| Love language: Words of wisdom and acts of care. Always giving advice, even if you didn’t ask.

── .✦⛧| Dates: Quiet lakeside getaways, barbecues, or slow walks down memory lane. He's sentimental (MY SHAYLA MRS WALKER WE MISS YOU).

── .✦⛧| Affection style: Gentle and old-fashioned — opens doors, kisses your hand, and holds you like you might break.

── .✦⛧| Quirks: Always knows what you need before you say it. Keeps a photo of you in his wallet.

── .✦⛧| Vibe: Like dating a lion. Warm, strong, and deeply loyal. He’s the “once in a lifetime” type.

Keegan P. Russ – The Quiet Protective One⭑.ᐟ

── .✦⛧| Love language: Quality time and quiet companionship. Just being near you is enough.

── .✦⛧| Dates: Target range sessions, rooftop stargazing, or quiet late-night drives.

── .✦⛧| Affection style: Subtle — A hand on your back when walking, a quick glance to check you're okay, or brushing hair from your face. But when alone? Soft kisses, long silences, arms wrapped around you tight. Calls you “darlin’” or “sweetheart” in a low voice that melts you.

── .✦⛧| Quirks: He doesn’t say "I love you" often, but when he does, it's low, soft, and real. He remembers what stresses you out and actively shields you from it. (Because he's Keegan Protective Russ)

── .✦⛧| Vibe: The guy who doesn’t talk much but would absolutely kill for you. A silent ride-or-die with a secret soft heart.

Extras for the biggest Keegan fangirls:Not big on words, big on presence. He shows his love through action: patching you up, remembering how you like your coffee, making sure you're on the safe side of the sidewalk. Loves the silence with you. Sitting together in quiet is his version of peace. No need to fill the air—he just likes being near you. Dry sense of humor. You’ll catch it if you pay attention—deadpan one-liners, a perfectly-timed eyebrow raise, or subtle sarcasm. The man is quietly hilarious. Protective in a quiet, effective way. He’ll walk behind you in a crowd without saying a word. If someone crosses a line, they’ll feel him before he even opens his mouth. Not big on PDA, but sneaky with it. A hand on your lower back. A quick squeeze of your hand before parting. A subtle brush of fingers against yours when no one’s watching. Late-night conversations. You get the most from him at night—gravelly voice, shadows on his face, the rare emotional truth slipping through.

Thomas A. Merrick – The Gentle Grizzly Bear⭑.ᐟ

── .✦⛧| Love language: A mix of acts of service and protective presence. He doesn’t always say how he feels, but you feel it in everything he does—from the way he carries your coat, to how he instinctively positions himself between you and potential danger, even casually. He’s the one who makes sure you’re safe, fed, warm, and well.

── .✦⛧| Dates: Think slow weekends in a cabin, with his arm around you while you sip hot coffee together and the fireplace crackles in the background. He enjoys calm, intentional time: farmer’s markets, quiet bookstores, and cooking meals together (he makes a solid chili and insists you stay out of “his kitchen” while he’s at it).

── .✦⛧| Affection style: Big, grounding hugs that feel like armor. He holds you like a weighted blanket with a heartbeat. You could fall asleep on his chest and not move for hours. Not flashy with PDA, but always has a hand on your back or shoulder when in public. He’s also the kind of guy who’ll tilt your chin up with a finger when you’re upset—bear strength meets soft eyes..

── .✦⛧| Quirks: Checks the locks twice before bed. Lowkey writes little notes or leaves coffee on your desk without a word. The kind of man who says “text me when you get home” like a command, not a suggestion—but not because he’s controlling, because he worries.

── .✦⛧| Vibe: Extremely stable, emotionally mature. Will listen without interrupting and back you up without question. Feels like home. He makes you feel safe—not just physically, but emotionally. He’s your wall, your shelter, your quiet strength in chaos.

Kick – The Chill Tech with Hidden Sass⭑.ᐟ

── .✦⛧| Love language: Gift-giving and tech support. He’ll upgrade your phone without you asking or program a custom ringtone just for when you call. (Oh my, HERE KICK, RECHARGE MY SIM)

── .✦⛧| Dates: Movie marathons (sci-fi, thrillers, or anime), gaming co-op nights, or museum trips (he loves aerospace exhibits).

── .✦⛧| Affection style: Leans back on the couch and casually holds your hand while explaining some obscure tech fact you didn't ask for. Shy with PDA, but flashes you that soft smirk that’s reserved for you.

── .✦⛧| Quirks: He remembers weirdly specific things you mention—like your favorite old TV jingle or that one app you miss. Might surprise you by recreating them.

── .✦⛧| Vibe: The guy who hacks military satellites for work, then makes grilled cheese with avocado and tells you useless but charming trivia like how penguins propose with pebbles.

[electricea]

Anonymous sent - 🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog ⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character 💻 ― excellent writing 🌼 ― creative headcanons 🎙️ ― great to talk to 📚 ― nice threads to read 🎀 ― all-around kind person 🥇 ― well-developed oc 😍 ― admiring from afar 📌 ― a staple on the dash 🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend 🎲 ― random choice ( type @ and a letter and shout out whoever appears first ) 🧡 ― sender's choice ( sender can add whatever category they want ) 💜 ― receiver's choice ( simply shout out whoever you want ) ( Shout Outs of Awesomeness - Accepting! )

🌈 ― Aesthetically pleasing blog.

The aesthetics of their blog is only one of many things that makes them amazing, but I'm going for @pumpkinhcad on this one - like I said though, one of many - they have an amazing character, who they write amazingly and many amazing headcanons. I love our threads together and I love Pump.

⭐️ ― Convincing portrayal of a canon character.

I'd say @thuganomxcs - I thought at first that I would stick to muses I knew about - because it would feel unfair to write about the canon portrayal of a muse I didn't really know about but writing this one out I realized that was dumb because reading their blog, I feel like I know Yusuke - he's someone who can be headstrong, he's aggressive yes - but his aggression is directed at bullies, at people who deserve it. He's protective of his friends and uses his strength to help others. He's someone who lifts others up. All that and more I think is conveyed wonderfully through their portrayal.

💻 ― Excellent writing.

I try not to shout out friends for these sorts of memes so as not to come off as biased and only shouting out people I'm friends with but I really think @amaterasu-cmikami deserves it - they has a way of writing Amaterasu that not only conveys her warm and maternal side but also the sillier side to her, as well. Also, it's been really fun getting to read more about Ammy's lore and backstory and see it slowly coming together. They do a great job.

🌼 ― Creative headcanons.

I think it's always fun reading @tvstarkuma's headcanons - they always feel spot on and perfectly in character for Teddie.

🎙️ ― Great to talk to.

I enjoy talking to @townofcadence, just hearing their thoughts on things - they're someone with a lot of interesting thoughts and it's always fun to hear their perspective on things, sometimes it winds up giving me a new perspective, myself - plus they're also just really chill and open minded. I always enjoy it, think they're a great person to talk to.

📚 ― Nice threads to read.

Gotta give it to @darksonofsparda - like I said, I try not to shout out friends but when I know for a fact Chase puts a lot of work into his threads and a lot of care and detail and it absolutely shows. I also find myself pausing to have a little read - it's very engaging and really rich with detail and makes for a nice read.

🎀 ― All-around kind person.

@xdeerxhealerx / @story-magic / @shattered-protectors / @shadesofyellows - just about the kindest and sweetest person you'll ever meet on here! Always one to send others some love and positivity and cheering others up.

🥇 ― Well-developed OC.

I'd say @mayonakako for this one - they just really bring Madoka to life and it's always so enjoyable and engaging reading their threads and their headcanons, there have been times where I've wished you could actually play as Madoka instead of Yu, that's how real they make her feel, haha.

😍 ― Admiring from afar.

Okay so last night I did make some progress and send an ask but I'd love to write with @idolsummons more - they're someone I've always taken notice of on the dash and I just have a lot admiration and respect for them and Hana both.

📌 ― A staple on the dash.

@pupmusebox is someone I see on the dash every day - I feel pretty confident saying that and Pup is just someone who's always so kind and seems to always be having so much fun and I adore our dual promo and our interactions between Ryuji and Beel. I can't wait to meet their other muses. Lots of love for Pup.

🎲 ― Random choice.

@sunnysmiles2 - Looks like they came up for this one! Fun to write with and you can't go wrong with some puppy pics.

🧡 ― Sender's choice.

You didn't specify anyone, so I guess this is another round of @ roulette - @lightcreators - always someone who's detail rich, I feel like me not knowing about some of their muses doesn't even matter because through their replies they fill in so much like details about their backstory, their inner thoughts, their relationships with others. Their threads are really rich and make then feel all the more fleshed out.

💜 ― Receiver's choice.

Okay, so another round of @ roulette then. @darckcarnival - someone I've seen interacting with some folks on the dash, I don't know much about them but I think their icon is really cute - and it seems like their muse is always getting up to some interesting shenanigans. Seems they might be from or connected to Mystery Skulls, which has produced a lot of amazing muns, so seems like a good sign to me!

[luke-shywalker]

The way this had me smiling for like an hour straight yesterday—also this is my NEW new phone wallpaper

The way he is scrunched up to cuddle her in his arms ooooh he is so down bad

This man, on Ryloth, in this setting, in his college hoodie and skinny jeans. Iconic

Fannie’s dappling is. Beautiful

I know you did it quickly but the detailing on the balcony is like. Yes. That is what the balcony looks like. The trees?? Ooooh I love those too

THE MOONS yes that is what that looks like too. And Pennie’s moon—ARGH (I am now questioning whether it is astrologically accurate that the moons would be near each other in the sky but be in different phases. Since wouldn’t the sun shine on them all the same? Am I dumb? Wait did I write that Pennie’s moon was a sliver, or did you just read my mind? Okay I searched all drafts and could not find me saying Pennie’s moon was a sliver possibly because I was doubting whether that would be astrologically accurate but anyway CORRECT that is what I envisioned, even though I did not write it and even if it is not accurate)

Is the second largest moon supposed to be Fannie’s and that’s why it’s the full moon??? BBhxhdhfdbhhdusjbcgdhWUHDHDHDNBD(this would also imply Fannie’s moon is Tollah’s moon. Idk what that means. Maybe it means nothing)

I like the composition of this piece. Good use of thirds. Nice framing with the trees.

The colors are very warm and rich. Yes. This is the vibe. This is what I imagined.

Ugh I will be looking at this for the next month. Thank you

what's a reylo. i only know fannie pentarra

Hi, I'm Ben, Nice to Meet You (Chapter 17: The Moons of Ryloth)

(i am once again spreading my "go read my aunt's novel" propaganda. you should do it i'm linking it)

Hi, I'm Ben, Nice to Meet You (127999 words) by Ask Ben Solo Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ben Solo/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Ben Solo, Original Characters Additional Tags: Planet Ryloth | Twi'lek (Star Wars), Twi'lek Species (Star Wars), Twi'lek Culture & Customs (Star Wars), POV Ben Solo Series: Part 1 of Ask Ben Solo Summary: Yeah, yeah, yeah—you heard correctly: Ben Solo has a girlfriend. Her name is Fannie Pentarra, and she’s one of Luke Skywalker’s Jedi. She and I have been close friends for a long time. But the dating part…well, that’s a new thing. Once we made it official, we met each other’s families—which was super simple with mine, and not-so-simple with hers. For one thing, Fannie’s family is made up of Rylothian Twi’leks, and I am very, very human. Did you know that Rylothians bow instead of shaking hands? Or that they consider snails a delicacy? For another thing, Fannie’s family is…oh, let’s say…complicated. Ruut Pentarra is the richest, most powerful, most feared man in the Tcha’buli region. He has five wives (soon to be six), dozens of concubines, and countless affairs (including one with his own daughter, Pennie). And that’s not even getting into all the children he’s fathered. So naturally, there were a lot of people I wound up meeting during that five-day trip to Ryloth: Fan’s unruly half-brothers, her catty full-sisters, an entire cast of servants and settlers and sex slaves… …What I didn’t count on, however, was being forced to meet myself. Bookmarker's Notes: hEY EVERYONE. GO READ MY AUNT'S NOVEL

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Feng Xin and Mu Qing have a fighting schedule. It has rules and a schedule and penalties for missing fights and petty retaliation schedules for when they miss a penalty match and even color-coded charts they both keep in their offices to organize the events.

They have never discussed any of this out loud. It was built entirely through trial and error over centuries of being bitchy when the other would miss a match. In fact, the color-coded charts were born because Feng Xin thought Mu Qing surely had one already and he wrote one up to make sure he could try to keep up with the other man's convoluted harem brain, and Mu Qing realized Feng Xin had one while snooping through Feng Xin's office one day, so he had to make one too, because that's the obvious solution, obviously.

From the outside looking in, it just looks like the two are fighting randomly every few days, but actually it's an elaborate courting ritual neither man will ever admit to. And if they did admit to it, well, the bystander would be honestly baffled at how these two are somehow functional adults at all, let alone martial gods.

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[softerhaze]

"side quests" in act 3 be like....what if u were faced with the most complex moral dilemma ever.....for the 3rd time today

[itskaist]

What is Josiah’s relationship towards his regene tattoos?

Thank you once again for asking! <333 Getting any asks about Josiah always makes my day! Took me a moment to reply because uhhh- [wilhelm scream], but I hope it also gave me the time to ponder some more on this topic.

Under cut as always, though not as long as before. Instead, got… weirder? Question mark?

(tw self-harm, and other Sidestep-typical dissociative issues)

Oh God. He hates them. Burns on his skin, bondage, fish suffocated in plastic. Of course, the most basic reason being that they make it hard to hide, the paranoia seeping in any time there was a rupture in his Sidestep suit. Wearing layers in the Los Diablos heat, too, unbearable. But most of all, the personal - the inhumanity marking him, staining him, can't wash it off, can't cut it out, just like he can't excise his own past. His own nature. The tattoos are a symbol of that, the final leash, a reminder that no matter how far he might run, how thouroughly he might try to remake himself, he will always be a sad little tool in the toolbox. Still cowering in the corner of his cell.

He just can't look at himself. Can't. He will brave it when he needs to, when he needs to sew himself up, but otherwise? Showering in the dark, though to him the tattoos might as well be bioluminescent. An anglerfish. Get close, get bit. Mirrors smashed on a bad day, then covered up in curtains or tape. Can't be bothered to replace them. Shaving in fractured reflections, a thousand funhouse faces. Can't look at his own face, no, no. Having a body at all, a body they made, they groomed, being touched, prodded, examined, evaluated, a racing horse. Gets lame, gets shot. …Proud of every single scar, though, marring their prize pet. Self-harm. Them-harm. A disconnect between the body and mind, body was theirs, I am my thought, I think therefore I am, therefore, therefore, by cutting the body, I am harming them, not myself. Blood down the drain.

The tattoos are an easy scapegoat, too. A convenient excuse. Couldn't get closer to Ortega, no, never, because you could never show skin, and this is what he would want, right? What normal people want. What People want. Not-People don't show skin and he'll either get bored with you and drop you, or get suspicious and drop you. Down, down, down the drain. A solid self-hate spiral, if you dare say so yourself.

Hates seeing his own face in the mirror. Wrong. Boney. Bones… wrong. Set and reset. Can't reset a face. Only, hah, you can. A prettier one. More familiar than this. No need to shave, no scratch, no itch, itch right under your skin that you can never reach. No, no burn; soft, pliant, yielding. Clay in your hands. More... malleable. A remaking, a rebirth. A breath. A step. Steadier legs, standing steady on the ground, no bones set and reset, too long, too tall, standing out. Being seen at last and not hating it. What a novelty. Could you ever do it? …No. Of course not. Only way for you to have is to pretend at pretending at pretending.

Replica of a replica of a replica.

You're Hollow Ground's younger sibling, he says.

Why couldn't it have been you? Why never YOU?

Show him. Show him the truth. Make him curl up in disgust the same way you do, every morning, every evening, every forsaken fucking minute of your sorry life. A burden shared is burden lessened, isn't it, Dr. Finch?

. .. …

…Being seen at last and not hating it. What a novelty indeed.

[macaroni-stars]

[takes a deep breath]

skysolo

[runs away]

SO TRUE‼️

[secondstar-acorn]

not to be angry on main but to the person who was very loudly complaining about "just for once" and started making fun of me for handing out bracelets in the queue for starkid. why the fuck were you there

[twinklingwatermellon]

This can be phrased better but I just love the fact that for all of Eun Yoo’s convenient knowledge of the past and for all of Eun Gyeol’s meticulous scheming and plotting, all of that actually does very little to change history. The major events of their parents’ lives still happen, and all the stuff that Eun Gyeol and Eun Yoo do accomplish is either an accident or a result of loving their (found) family hard enough to counteract any existing hate.

[cachexiacomplication]

thinking about the schizogations again

[lucihens]

this a very unnecessarily philosophical, potentially verbose, written by a barely 20 odd year old with the mental age of a 10 year old whose innate logic comes directly from the autism gremlin in her mind take on tim bradford. you have been warned.

it's interesting that tim thinks he's been lying to himself and is mad at himself for seemingly actually being what he thinks he fundamentally isn't, rather than what he thinks or thought he was. but he doesn't understand that he can't be fundamentally anything in respect to action and nature. he can't define who he is as a whole as one clear cut, unchanging thing that he lives by for the rest of his life. because that's the complete opposite of what human nature is in my opinion. his personality may be consistent. but his nature never will be. because it changes. ALL THE TIME. pretty much everyday your processes change even a little bit with new information you gain. who you are now is not who you were last week. and while you may have a strict and specfic moral law in which determines the way you act in the long run, the decisions you make and the way you act (short term) depend on the moment. so tim is saying that what he did in the moment back in the army, and what he did in the moment dealing with ray, and what he did in the moment lying to IA, was him going against his code and who he thought he was, and that must therefore mean that who he has been consistently in the past was actually all a lie, was him pretending to be something he wasn't just because he did somethings 'out of character'. i don't think he can understand that being as strict and by the book as he is is not actually a sustainable human trait. because many instances call for many different reactions. but him setting such rigid guidelines he must follow so he can actually consider himself a good man, has set him up to fail again and again in respect to his feelings of self worth. setting such high standards for himself that he'll never be able to live up to has made it so easy for his self-belief to falter, teeter, and completely fall off the edge. confusing his personality with his nature has made it practically impossible to realise that his actions, if flawed, reckless and bringing negative consequences, don't make him fundamentally flawed. fundamentally wrong and screwed up. he doesn't realise that actions merely add to the portfolio of a person's life, good or bad, and despite the contents of his biography, he is still worthy of love. because he is not fundamentally flawed, or a fraud, but a man who regularly shows empathy, and loves anyway, despite being told (by others, but mainly himself) he won't experience the same in return.