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Like Icarus and Apollo
we could be in love
like Icarus and Apollo
you could be the sun
and i could be the one
who flies so close
that my wings get burn
but deep down
i knew that i was going to fall
cause if i say "i love you"
you would say "leave me alone"
and i loved you
like Icarus loved the sun
i loved you too close
i loved you too much
and i loved you
like a mortal loves a god
i know you don't love me at all
but i still cry when i get hurt
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By me. Pls tell me if you think i should turn It into a song. I hope you liked it
Wanda’s Jewelry in AoU: An Analysis
In an interview in 2015, Lizzie described the Maximoffs as vagabonds and revealed that all of Wanda’s accessories are an amalgamation of things that she has picked up over time and that Pietro has swiped for her.
When you compare the items on her left hand to the items on her right hand, there’s an obvious difference in quality.
On her right hand: cloth and chord bracelets, rings of thin, flimsy metal. These are the things that Wanda has found and collected for herself.
On her left hand: a silver bangle, a string of pearls, a gold ring with a red coral stone. These things, precious and costly, are things that Pietro has stolen from shops and thoughtfully gifted to his sister.
Wanda wears these gifts from Pietro on her left hand because that’s the hand on which one wears promise, engagement, and wedding rings.
Thank you for your time ♥
MORE pointless The Boys headcanons because I'm trash.
Hughie is one of those annoying vinyl records people. Everyone else in The Boys cannot stand it with the exception of M.M. They have a joint vinyl collection they keep in the office. M.M once slapped Hughie because his Dead Milkmen vinyl touched one of his Run-DMC records
Hughie and Annie have done a 'sweater swap' before. Everyone but Frenchie thought it was a disgusting flaunting of their relationship.
Butcher and Kimiko, even if they don't always get along, have a shared passion in B-list horror movies. If it has cheesy dialogue, weird line delivery, and bad practical effects, they're all over it.
At some point, Hughie and Annie adopted a cat together. Not only does the cat help keep some sense of normalcy, but it helps deter surprise visits from Butcher, who vehemently hates cats. Annie takes advantage of this knowledge whenever possible.
Because Frenchie is.. Frenchie, he and Annie don't have a ton in common. With the exception of cars. Frenchie and Annie are both car people. Sometimes they take road trips to car shows together, but Annie never lets Frenchie drive.
Annie and Kimiko have a regular 'Girl's Night.' Sometimes it's during the day, but that doesn't really matter. The point is- sometimes they take a day to get away from the batshit craziness of their life to just do normal stuff together. Sometimes they include Maeve and/or Janine, depending entirely on the activity.
“I’ll keep an eye on you”
Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader
Type: Not requested
Genre: A bit spooky, but mostly fluffy and comforting vibes
Warnings: Mention of blood and being chased after (but nothing too intense)
Rating: g
Word count: ~ 2K
Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia and Harry Potter
A/n: Honestly, I’m really excited about this fic. I think it’s very sweet and comforting :3 My brain is bubbling with so many ideas lately so expect new pieces from me in the close future hehe. Also if you have any requests feel free to message me!!
I recommend listening to a Twilight Comfort playlist while reading this. Hope you enjoyy <33
*gif is not mine!!
Summary: After the reader survives an encounter with a vampire, they are still haunted by the memories of it. Luckily, they have a caring and protective friend who is always ready to ensure they feel safe and cared for, even in the middle of the night.
Wrong place, wrong time.
You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to erase the terrible images invading your brain. For a week now, they have been omnipresent, taking up all the space in your mind. They are the center and focal point of your thoughts for days on end. As you open them again, your vision adjusts to the darkness just enough for your gaze to fall on a strange form crouched in the corner of your bedroom. You could swear it’s alive. Swear it’s stalking you.
You jump out of your bed to turn your nightlamp on. Your heart feels like it might spring out of your chest of its own accord. Your breath is short, and for a moment, you think you’ll never be able to take one that will actually get air in your system.
The menacing form in the corner turned out to be a pile of dirty clothes, but you knew that. Since that day, you feel irrational and paranoid. Everything feels like a threat, and you are now constantly looking over your shoulder, paying close attention to any suspicious sound or absence of it. You’ve talked about it with Harry Clearwater when you unexpectedly met at the Reservation one day. You did not hear him coming, and he had set his heavy hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Which resulted in a glass shattering scream for you and a bad fright for the poor man. As he invited you in for a calming cup of tea, you unloaded the weight on your shoulder to him. It felt good to talk about it, knowing you could never do so with your dad and your friends. He assured you that it unfortunately was a very normal reaction from your nervous system. You had faced the world's most dangerous predator and had survived it without a single scratch. Of course it would take some time for your traumatized brain to go back to normal. You could never take credit for the fact that you even had a chance to go back to normal, and would never attempt to do so. Knowing very well that without Paul, Jared, and Embry’s arrival, you would not have lived to talk about this encounter.
When you focus and let your mind drift off, you can live the event again, as if you were back in time. The paralyzing fear, the blood in your veins feeling like icy water. There was nothing to be done against a creature like that. You remember the horror you felt as everything became silent around you. You were headed to Emily's cabin, a simple, straightforward walk through the woods. The birds suddenly stopped singing, even the soft wind had died down. The forest knew it was in the presence of something truly horrible and had seemed to hold its breath, along with every creature. The color of its eyes was like in every legend you had been told; crimson red, like fresh blood. Not one ounce of humanity in those orbs, just a bottomless pit of cruelty and hunger. The worst thing was the pull you remember feeling for a split second toward that monster. You knew it was its sole purpose, but felt embarrassed you had fallen for it. Shivers crawled down your spine as you recalled its ethereal and hypnotizing appearance. It’s like you can hear again the faint swooshing sound it made as it sprang towards you. You remember sending out a quick prayer to literally any entity who would be listening right now, but the blow never came. Next thing you knew, three giant beasts tackled it to the ground, gnarling and dismembering it in a matter of seconds.
You open your eyes and shake your head to try and physically get those horrible memories outside of your skull. You lay back in bed, anxiously watching every corner of your room for some sign of danger. You left the light open, you knew there was no chance you could fall asleep without it. You tucked yourself back in bed and tried to calm your breathing. You tried every technique you knew, hoping sleep would grace you with its embrace, but nothing worked.
You look back at the clock after a while. 1:15 am. It was too late for you to get out of bed, and morning was still so far away. You had school the next day and knew that if you spent one more night without sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to explain to your teachers why you dozed off again in their class without them calling your father.
In a last effort, you tried thinking about reassuring and comforting things. Curiously enough, one kept coming back to mind. A giant wolf, its fur a multitude of shades of brown and red. Its eyes were sweet and reassuring, containing a particular warmth. You looked at your phone, hesitating, but remembered his voice: “If there’s absolutely anything, call me okay?”
And so you did.
Twenty minutes later, you got a text. You quietly walked to your window, glad to see Jacob’s familiar shape outside your house. He was standing next to a tree, representing for once a friendly and reassuring shadow in the night.
He spoke quietly. “Having trouble sleeping?”
You nodded, a bit ashamed to admit such an infantile fear. Although, deep inside, you knew there was nothing childish about being afraid of the monster you had been warned about as a child, once you had come face to face with it.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I'd totally understand if you'd rather not stay. I mean it's late and you need to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking…”
“Don't be ridiculous." he cut you off. "I’m already here. And once you’ve been asleep for a long time, I’ll go home and catch up on my beauty sleep, okay?”
You knew it wouldn’t take much convincing from him, there was no point in lying. You needed him. You needed the reassurance and sense of security he always brought you.
"If you're sure then… but Jake. You won't leave too soon uh?"
You heard his low chuckle in the distance.
“I promise.”
You slowly and quietly closed your window. The last thing you would want is for your father to wake up and see Jacob standing below your window. You looked back outside, only to see a giant russet wolf had replaced your tall friend. He was standing under the covers of the woods. Forks was a tranquil little city, but you could never be too careful. He gave you a quick nod, encouraging you to go back to bed. You sent him a little thumbs up before heading to your fort of blankets and pillows.
As stupid as it might have seemed, you did feel a thousand times better knowing that Jacob was right outside, watching over you like a guardian angel. To your surprise, sleep quickly came to you, and you fell into its black hole without any resistance.
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You’re in a dark forest, running and running and running. You can’t breathe, your hands are bloody, everything hurts. All you can hear is an echoing, cold, cruel laugh. You trip over a root and fall. Something is rushing through the dark woods, coming at you. You get back up and run in the opposite direction, but it feels like you’re not getting any further, like you're running in place. You scream for help, calling out for Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, ANYONE, HELP ME. But no one answers, you’re alone, and you’re about to die a horrible death. You trip once more, your leg hurts like hell, there’s no point trying to get up again. You turn around to try and decipher who, what, is running after you. Suddenly, in the dark void of the night, all you can see is that horrifying pair of bloodthirsty eyes. You let out one last scream as it sinks its teeth into your skin. //
“Y/n, y/n, wake up! It’s okay I’m here, Y/n!”
You try to run out of bed but feel a strong pair of arms holding you back. The embrace is warm and smells familiar, but you’re not controlling your limbs anymore. Your whole body is in flight mode. Luckily, the thing (person?) holding you back is strong enough to withstand it, and even though you try as hard as you can to run away, your feet aren't even touching the ground anymore.
“Y/nn, Y/n, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me. It’s Jacob.”
You focus on the reassuring tone of the voice and try to convince yourself you're not in the woods anymore. You can see your surroundings poorly illuminated by your little mushroom night light. You're in your room, you’re safe, you’re okay.
Your breathing is still fast and shallow. You blink a few times. Sometimes, the vision surrounding you is one of the cold woods. On other, it's the familiar vision of your room. You slowly turn to face your friend’s face. His brows are furrowed, and his traits have worry written on them in bold letters. He scans you, not quite letting go of your body. Too scared you might start screaming and running again.
“Jake?” “Yes, hi. Welcome back. You really scared me there Y/n.” “What- what are you doing in here? What happened?” Your tone is feeble, and you feel exhausted. You look around once more, afraid this might be some other kind of twisted and terrifying nightmare.
“Am I still dreaming?” You dare to ask. “No, you are awake. We’re in your room. You asked me to come to keep an eye on you, remember?”
You nod, still unsure. What if this was a dream inside a dream? What if the warm limbs of your friend suddenly turned ice cold? What if you looked at him and his eyes turned red, fangs slightly poking his lips?
He can see doubt dancing in your eyes. You don't trust him, or yourself. He holds up his palms towards you, trusting you won't bolt and run.
“See for yourself. I’m real, you can touch me.”
You reach a hesitating finger, carefully poking his own. Seems real enough, feels real. It's warm, the skin is wonderfully tanned, familiar. You’ve seen those hands at work a thousand times. You know them by heart. You poke his cheek, and he gives you a tender smile.
“Convinced?”
You nod once more, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, as your legs start to shake. That's the thing about dreams, isn’t it? Even if it’s only happening inside your head, your body reacts to it as if it were actually living it. You look at your hands, feeling reminiscent of the pain as if you did scorch them in the woods.
He interrupts your thoughts with a low and soft voice. “Come back in bed. I’ll tuck you in.”
He wraps your hands with his huge ones. They’re warm and feel incredibly good. You let him guide you back to your toasty blankets, but instead of leaving, he takes a spot next to you, shielding you from the window.
“What are you doing?” You ask with a timid voice. “I’m keeping an eye on you, dummy.” Your feet are poking from under the covers. You move to offer him a bit of coverage, but he declines. He is already hot enough as he is, although he can’t deny that his heart seemed to grow a size or two at the kind gesture.
You wait a minute before asking how he ended up in your room. You're not sure you want to know, but curiosity wins over embarrassment.
His expression darkens for a second before he starts talking. “I was just keeping guard outside when I heard a noise. You were calling for me… I didn’t even think, I just got in. You were twitching in your bed. I tried to calm you down, I didn't want it to wake up Charlie, but nothing would do. I was about to forcefully wake you, but you ran out of bed and woke up by yourself.”
“Oh.” You finally let after a few seconds of silence.
“Yup.”
Unconsciously, you're not sure, he took ahold of your hand and lightly played with your fingers. He finally lifted his gaze from your joined hands to look at you, all caring and reassuring. You slide in closer to him. All you want is to feel his comforting warmth and maybe offer him as much as you can too. You feel so bad for worrying him so much. He opens up his arms and cradles you in a bear hug. He won't say it out loud, but he's also in dire need of comfort.
You match your breathing to him, and for the first time in a little while, you’re not scared, not even a little bit. If only you could stay like this forever.
After a few minutes of silence, in which you almost fell asleep, you hear him whisper.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I’m so sorry, you don't even know.”
“It’s not your fault Jake.” You mumble, and realize you're telling the truth. These are more than empty words. Never has it crossed your mind that this might have been his fault.
“It partially is, if I didn’t drag you into all this you might have been far away. Safe, away from monsters most people don't even know exist."
“I chose to follow you into this Jake. I would be lying if I said this wasn't one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, but it was not your fault. Please get that idea out of your head, okay? I’ll get over it. I guess I just need some time, as Harry said.”
You feel almost fully awake again. He nods, but you know you haven't convinced him. The look on his face is one of guilt, one you've come to know more and more since you learned about his secret. He mindlessly played with a feather poking out of your duvet, avoiding your gaze. Once again, you realized how mature he looked, while still being so young. Too young to carry such heavy burdens. You wanted to hammer the idea out of his thick skull, but you knew there was nothing to do about it tonight. Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you, and convincing him of the opposite would take some time.
Your eyes focused on his tanned skin, and you suddenly became hyper-aware that he was in your bed while only wearing his jeans short.
You inched away of him. “Uhm, want a shirt? I’m sorry, I didn't even think that, since you were in your wolf form, you uh… wouldn’t have one?” You let out an awkward laugh. You were used to seeing him like this, but it was different when you were both lying in bed together in a space that felt so intimate.
“That's nice of you Y/n, but I don't think I'd actually fit into one of your shirts.” He snickers as you get up. You're still wrapped in a blanket as you forage in the pile of clothes next to your bed. You get out of it with a dark cotton t-shirt in hand. It's humongous for you, but you know it will fit Jake like a glove. Probably because it is one of his own.
“There, dummy.” You hand him the t-shirt before jumping back in bed to wrap yourself properly, like a human burrito.
He looks at the piece of clothing and then at you for a good 10 seconds. “You still have this?”
He genuinely looks surprised, but his expression seems mixed with a hint of… satisfaction?
You nod, your nose and eyes being the only part of your anatomy still out of the blankets. You still remember the day he lent you that shirt when you had been caught in the rain at La Push. You never returned it to him, loving the way the gigantic piece of clothing felt on you.
He didn't add anything else before putting the shirt on. “It smells a lot like you.” He adds, a slight tremor in his voice.
“That might be because I wear it a lot to sleep.” You shamefully admit. Your words are nothing more than a whisper, but you know he didn’t have any trouble hearing them. You pull the covers even higher, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.
“Is that so?” He's smugly smirking. No doubt anymore that he is satisfied with that new piece of information, which makes you want to crawl even further under the covers.
You mutter a quick 'dumbass' before turning away from him. He chuckled before grabbing and pulling you on his broad chest like you weighted nothing more than a feather. You and Jake have always been comfortable with physical touch, but you feel like this is special. You have never done this before. Fine the circumstances were a bit peculiar, but that did not keep you from relishing in the warmth he diffused in waves. You didn't even bother to fake protest. This, is all you need, and you will not be foolish enough to ruin the moment. He wiggles even closer, and you can feel his chest come flush with your back through the layers of blankets. He rests his chin on the crown of your head before lightly stroking the side of his full cheek on your hair.
“Little human burrito.” He mutters. His voice is barely a whisper. Its husky tone makes you shiver. “I’ll watch over you, now go back to sleep.”
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Here is part.2 🌟
AHHHHHHHHHH
WOLFSTAR GIRLDADS!!!!
Okay so this is cassie (oc) she’s wolfstar’s adopted werewolf daughter, i’ve seen this headcanon floating around and it just made me really soft. I made her a while ago with some friends and she’s very special to me, so bc of that i also ask that if you use her please give me credit. It would make me really sad to see her get stolen:(
Also this background took fucking forever omg but it was worth it🤍
Year of Goodbyes
Andrew Haldane x Reader
gif not mine! credit to owner.
request: anon
a/n: i really enjoyed writing this, so i hope everyone likes it!
warnings: mention of death
taglist: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @ivy-miranda-2390 @ya-yeeteth @rayofshanshine @primusk @punkgeekchic @inglourious-imagines @wexhappyxfew @vintagelavenderskies @easy-company-tradition @meteora-fc @teenmagazines @order-of-river-phoenix
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With a soft groan, (Y/N) opened her eyes, immediately frowning when she saw the grey skies and the raindrops sliding down the window. It was the weekend, and she had planned on spending it relaxing in the oddly warm autumn air. She couldn’t stop the smile as she felt Andrew’s arm wrap around her waist, pulling her back firmly against his chest. Her cheeks flared a bright shade of red as he started pressing kisses to her neck.
“Good morning, honey.” He mumbled into her hair. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You slept in longer than usual.” She rubbed his hands, relaxing into his body. She didn’t want this moment to end.
“Let’s just spend the day in bed.” She suggested, snuggling closer into him as she felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “Don’t laugh, I’m being serious. We don’t have any other plans today or tomorrow. It can just be us in bed all day.”
Andrew started rubbing her side, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “That doesn’t sound too bad..” He mumbled, “But tomorrow we have to get up and do some stuff around the house.” He held his hand out for her to shake. “Deal?”
(Y/N) smiled and shook his hand, lightly chuckling. “Deal.”
He wrapped his arm around her again, never feeling more content in his entire life. “This is what I thought about every day when I was over there.” He started, “Being back at home, waking up next to you. You’re all I thought about.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head, remembering how much he longed for this as he laid alone in his foxhole, his uniform soaked by the monsoon rain, his eyes searching the hills for the reflection of enemy weapons.
She listened to every word he said, her skin tingling wherever he touched. “I thought about you too, every second. I wanted nothing more than for you to come home.” She felt her eyes gloss over, her heart aching with emptiness.
“I know, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I tried.”
Her eyes opened again; this time met with a bright, sunny, and cloudless sky. She could see the wind blowing through the red and orange trees and tried to push the fact that she had been dreaming out of her mind. She wanted nothing more than for it just to be a few minutes longer.
(Y/N) couldn’t stop herself and turned, feeling her smile fade as she saw his side of the bed was empty. She took his pillow into her arms, nuzzling her face into it as she tried to smell his fading scent. For a few seconds, she felt like he was there and felt the loneliness that clouded her heart disappear. She closed her eyes and urged herself back to sleep, knowing the only place she would ever see him again would be in her dreams, as he lay in a shallow grave on Peleliu, the men around him crying for their fallen leader.
hey! saw that you were accepting reqs for your 1k event (which congrats btw! so deserved) so was wondering if you could do kuroo w/ the prompt "do you love me?" and let it be hurt/comfort plspls & i couldn't think of an au so uh maybe college au ?? (you can pick the au if you don't feel that one) but yeah tysm and u totally don't need to write it if you're too busy. once again congrats on 1k!
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒
pairing: college student!kuroo x reader
genre: comfort
content: you come home after a long day to find solace in kuroo who reminds you that you're not alone.
cw: feelings of insecurities and late night overthinking thoughts
a/n: hi anon bby sorry for posting this so lateeee i've been in a little slump lately but writing this helped me out of it so i appreciate you lots! enjoy! (also this is lwk self indulgent sooo hahahahaha)
if burn-out could take human form, it would be you.
it's a late friday night when you finally come home from a long shift from your part-time job. the door closes behind you with a quiet click, and you find yourself sliding down against it, your back pressed against the cold wood. your legs are outstretched in front of you, head bowed low, and your arms lie limp at your sides.
god, you're so tired.
"hey," a familiar voice speaks up and pulls you out of your thoughts. "welcome home."
you slightly lift your head and see that he's crouched down beside you, honey-colored eyes looking at you with concern.
you blink in surprise. "tetsu? what are you-"
"your roommate let me in," he cuts you off, as if he anticipated your question. "don't worry, they're not here, they're out for the night."
"oh."
kuroo studies your features with his gaze lingering on the exhaustion etched into your features. you look so worn out and drained.
he can’t help but feel a pang of worry run through his body.
with no hesitation, he scoops you up in his arms which is answered with a surprised yelp from you. "alright you big baby, let's go take a nice bath, yeah?"
you find yourself sitting in front of him with your chest against his back in the bathtub. the scent of the vanilla bath soap fills the air, and the soft glow of candlelight creates a serene ambiance. kuroo’s chest radiates his warmth as he runs reassuring circles on your shoulders.
"you've been so busy lately, hm?" kuroo starts.
you hum in agreement. "yeah, i guess."
he can feel the tension in your body, the weight of you carrying everything. his fingers trace your body: from your delicate shoulders down to your arms, in hopes of easing the heavy weights on your back.
"have you been picking extra shifts at your job?" he asks, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
"yeah," you reply, defeated. "my rent isn't gonna pay itself, y'know."
"i know, baby, i know." he gives a tender kiss on your shoulder blade. "i'm glad we could spend some time together today though. you really need a break."
"i'm okay," you say out loud.
are you trying to convince him that you're okay or yourself?
you turn your head to face him and his flushed cheeks are close to yours.
he's so handsome.
without thinking, your hand reaches out to his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he smiles into the kiss, holding you close, refusing to let you go just yet. he lets you cling to him for the rest of the time in the tub as he washes the dirt and tension off your back.
later, as the both of you dry up, kuroo can't help but keep sneaking glances at you.
he knows you’re tired.
he could tell from the moment you were slumped against the front door. he sees it in the distant look in your eyes, the way your mind always seems to be elsewhere, even when you’re together
his whole world (you) was falling apart.
he knew that you were overworking yourself, pushing yourself beyond your limits, and he felt helpless watching it all unfold in front of him.
and to top it off, you’d been avoiding him, making excuses.
something is wrong.
after changing into one of your (his) oversized t-shirts and a pair of shorts, you crawl into bed, patting the space next to you. kuroo takes that as his cue and hops in, beginning to envelop you in his embrace.
your face is in his chest as he's wrapped his big arms around you. you mumble some incoherent words which has him releasing his grip on you.
"what'd you say?" he cocks an eyebrow.
you hesitate, feeling a bit embarrassed to repeat what you said only a few moments prior.
"do you even love me anymore?" you mumble, eyes looking away from him.
he sits up straight now, hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eye. "what are you even talking about dumbass?"
"i know i haven’t been spending enough time with you and i get if you’re feeling frustrated and annoyed with me…"
he looks at you with a straight face, making him difficult to read.
nonetheless, you continue to pour out your feelings.
"i know i'm a handful and i don't want you to be here because you feel obligated to. i'm sure there are other things that you'd rather be doing right now and i feel bad that you're here when you could be out with your friends doing fun stuff."
your words hang heavy in the air now.
the burden of the past weeks plus the internal guilt you’ve been feeling was finally spoken out into the universe.
it's dead silent and the guilt is suffocating you. you refuse to look up from your lap until he utters out, "so that's what this is about?"
your eyes lift from your fidgeting fingers, widening as you're met with kuroo's piercing, calculating gaze, accompanied by a smirk and a quick flick to your forehead
"ow!" you start rubbing the throbbing part of your head. "what the hell was that for?"
"that was for being a fucking dumbass."
"but i didn't even do anything!"
"you did when you started doubting yourself and letting your insecurities get to you," he says firmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"i know you’ve been busy and preoccupied lately and that’s okay, yeah? i don’t expect you don’t feel bad about that. that should be the least of your worries i’m here to pick our relationship up when it gets too heavy for you."
guilt washes over you, mingling with the love you feel for him.
he’s so understanding, so patient... you don’t feel worthy of him.
and almost as if he could read your mind, he keeps going.
"i’ll say this as many times as you need me to: i’ve never felt 'obligated' to be with you or whatever that bullshit means. i’m here because i want to be, not because i have to. i love you, and i want to be here for you."
he looks down at you with your eyes looking up at him. his heart skips a beat at the sight. you look so adorable right now with your a slight pout enveloping your features. he can't help but let a smile escape his lips.
"i’m here because i love you,” he repeats, his voice steady and sincere. “have i not told you how much you mean to me enough?"
you shake your head, immediately. "n-no! you always tell me!"
"i just have been really been in my feelings lately and i've been just trying to keep myself occupied so i don't start spiraling," you look away from kuroo.
"and that's okay, yeah?" he strokes your hair. "no matter what, i promise i’ll try my best to be there for you. i want to be here for you."
he kisses the top of your head. "i love you, my pretty. don't you ever forget that."
you wrap your arms around his neck and start peppering his face with small kisses. before you know it, you're lying on top of him now and your faces are only mere centimeters apart from one another. you can feel his breath on your chin and the lingering scent of his cologne infiltrate your nostrils.
"i’m sorry i haven’t been around you more," you whisper, guilt still gnawing at you.
"it's okay, my love. i promise," he reassures you once more. "i'm glad i could be here."
"i love you, stupid," you tell him, placing a quick kiss on your lips.
"i know," he laughs, pulling you back to his lips and letting you go for a quick second. "i love you too." and he continues to kiss you and hold you for the rest of the night until the sun rises.
© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved
So I've been thinking about this since Leo spotted the photo in the second to last (if my memory serves me correctly) chapter.
@somerandomdudelmao congratulations on finishing a year long comic and making something that has become so beloved amongst the fandom. Take a break and draw whatever you want now, you've more than earned it
Round 3 of the art style challenge!
⚠️WARNING! ⚠️
The bonus sketches may require background knowledge about the game and its world AND
it gets VERY angsty and dark!
Also this is based on the amazing bug designs of Fl0Y4uwu (on twitter)!
Plus I gave moth Azira some cute little glasses as a little nudge to the wonderful Bug Omens AU by ArtBeanWithAJ1 (also twitter)~
i just finished if we were villains and DUDE ill spend the rest of my life just thinking about it. this book is magnificent. how dare someone write something with such emotion, drama and romance? and with THAT FINAL. dude. im speechless
baby bun (before he grew up and started terrorising his hyungs) :’) cr:uptempo
jungkook’s thoughts after the concert ♡
I have been summoned.
Hey, y'all! Working on the reboot of 'A Rabbit and a Mouse Walk Onto a Movie Set...', and want to get feedback on the working synopsis! I was hoping the story to be much more ambitious this time around. Enjoy!
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Touchstone Studios has officially started production for their latest film based on the hit novel, "Who Censored Roger Rabbit?". It was regarded as incredibly ambitious for the rinky-dink studio, who was simply a brand run by Disney for films the higher ups didn't have much faith in. To make it even worse, within the first few months of production, the film went through three different directors, budget cuts, and threats to cancel the movie altogether. As a last resort, the company's CEO calls for you to salvage the film.
Working with toons was always a struggle, but working with toons from rival studios was even worse. In order for you to recieve more funding for this soul-sucking, expensive money-vaccuum of a movie, you're forced to resort to an all-time low... cameos from Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse, and their own respective band of friends.
And just as you think the silly antics of hyper-active toons isn't enough, a long string of actors going missing on set placed the cherry on top for this recipe for disaster.
You're gonna need a lot more coffee to get through this.
