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purplealmonds · 10 months

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This is my tribute to the late Technoblade. I'm well over a week late to the anniversary of his passing, but I think it was worth the wait. I wanted to get this right.

The story I want to tell is of time's passage after his passing, and the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of various aspects of his life depicting that concept.

I have a lot more to say about this painting - three pages just for the symbolism alone. If you're interested, please let me know and I'll share my analysis on a separate post! Edit: I caved. Aight, prepare for a massive info dump below the cut!

DISCLAIMERS:

Although I put a lot of research into this piece, my knowledge is likely flawed and incomplete. If I missed or misinterpreted a reference, it’s because I’m new to the Technoblade community. If I got a symbolism thing wrong, it’s because I relied on Google search for answers. I fact checked where I could. And with this analysis, I hope I can clear up any misinterpretations!

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OVERVIEW:

There’s lots of imagery to unpack so I’ll try parsing it in a structured manner. Let’s first examine it holistically.

The story I want to tell here is of time’s passage after Technoblade’s passing. As such,the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of that concept.

Prominently featured are the various medical equipments - a nod to the grim reality of his cancer. But let’s not linger upon that aspect of his story.

Of equal importance are the more mundane objects - his gaming setup, the couch and pillow which Floof sat upon in that one photo, the plethora of paraphernalia of branded merchandise, and references to his exploits in Minecraft. These are relics and mementos of his legacy.

All of these elements intermingle in flooded, lushly overgrown room looking out to a rose-tinted exterior. Is it dawn? Dusk? I’ll leave that interpretation up to the viewers.

The third and final component is the plant life representing his community -us. We beautify this metaphorical space with where it was once laden with tragedy. Yet, despite these riotous blooms, we never quite encroach on the bed - the empty space left behind by him.

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SET DRESSING:

Much care was taken in selecting the blossoms and placing them in symbolically significant locations. And this neatly transitions us into the analysis individual details.

Foreground:

In the foreground, ivy crawls through a lamp and white clovers thrive atop a pile of pillboxes. The lamp base, once a shining bronze-like finish, is heavily tarnished. The lampshade is overgrown with moss and ivy. Even if the greenery has yet to damage the electric wiring, the damp surely has finished the job. Even if the bulb is replaced, the body is too far gone. The light’s never coming on again.

I was initially put out that my painstakingly 3D modeled pillboxes became entirely obscured, but I think it works in favor of the piece’s overarching theme: the beautiful wilds overtaking a space that once reeked of the desperate fight to prolong life.

White clover blossoms meaning “thinking of you” is paired with the ivy meaning “everlasting devotion”. It’s an apt combination. It has been over a year since his passing, and we still remember and carry on his legacy.

Nestled amongst the foliage is Techno’s compass. It was once used to hunt him down in the Dream SMP. But now, it’s an odd comfort. Even though he’s no longer with us, he’s still somewhere far, far away– or is he? The original idea was for the needle to point heavenwards, but it is currently pointing…sideways? I’ll get to the reasoning a bit later.

The Flood:

Moving deeper into the space, we hit the floodwaters. These once turbulent currents are now tranquil enough to nourish this verdant place. The thriving plant life hides much of this darkness. It is beautiful, hopeful, even. But always bittersweet, because everything that grows here is laced with an old sorrow.

White lotus rise from the murky depths. That is us, overcoming our grief. Breaching the surface, we gain a new vantage point to contemplate this loss. Perhaps we can also find a more comforting perspective of it.

Submerged amongst the blossoms is a rusted oxygen machine. I wanted to decorate the machine with stickers, much like one would personalize a plaster cast for a broken limb. It is deliberate that the “Technoblade Never Dies” sticker is in shadow, while the “So Long, Nerds" is in light.

Immediately to the right was meant to be a box of assorted Technoblade apparel. But then I flooded the space for narrative reasons, rendering that idea unusable. I eventually converted it into a Welch’s Fruit Snacks box, because apparently Technoblade liked them? It’s one of the shallower references here but it is what it is.

And finally, there is a little cameo floating somewhere in the waters. An Easter egg, if you will. I wonder if you can find it?

Furnishings from Home:

I found the couch and Technoblade’s gaming setup during my trawl through the Technoblade Reddit page for reference photos. Balancing this space full of impersonal medical equipment with more personalized belongings is grounding. These areas insert familiarity in this strange environment.

Gaming Setup:

The gaming setup is bare bones - just the monitor, keyboard, and mouse. There was no space to add more iconic elements like his Blue Yeti microphone or the steering wheel from that Minecraft challenge. Hanging above but heavily obscured by overgrowth are two framed pictures of Technoblade’s cabin and a potato minion. It is a blink-and-you-miss-it detail, placed in a dim space and requiring close examining to notice. Without the context of the rest of this environment, it is easily mistaken as generic set dressing.

That’s the point, though. This was a space where he streamed and created videos much beloved by his community. This space was the means of creation, not the creations themselves. Without the creator at the helm, this setup becomes insignificant. Does one dote over the easel on which paintings were created, or the paintings themselves? So now it sits in darkness, a footnote of Technoblade’s legacy.

Nostalgia Corner:

On the other end, we have the sold out Youtooz plushies and the Agro Pig plush from the recent merch drop sat atop the couch. If you look closely, you’ll see a Skeppy coin leaning against one of the plushies. Behind the couch is a shelf. A generic shelf, but the important bits here are the sellout bell, Youtube plaque, and vinyl figurines.

This corner of the room is nostalgic and soft. Everything is bathed in rosy pink light, and it is filled with things that are comfortingly familiar. All across the world, people in his community have these pieces of merch to remember him by.

The red poppies that also grow here have multiple meanings. It represents the battle - one against sarcoma - which was fought here. It symbolizes death, but also resilience in the face of grueling conditions. It is said that they grow in former battlefields where of fallen warriors. I believe of all the flowers here, this one best represents Technoblade.

The Hanging Mobile:

Strung up above it is a rather last minute addition to the environment - a hanging mobile fabricated from totems representing each member of the Sleepy Bois Inc. friend group. First and foremost is Technoblade’s iconic MCC crown, aptly placed at the top. Although it is untouched by the greenery, the gold and jewelry are somewhat muted and tarnished by time.

This is not the case for the objects below. TommyInnit’s music disc shines iridiscent green and purple - Cat and Mellohi merged into one. To is right is a sky-blue guitar pick with the LoveJoy logo engraved onto it for Wilbur Soot. And finally, below it all is Philza’s Friendship Emerald - sparkling and refracting light - with Elytra feathers fastened at the bottom. They, suspended and isolated from everything, maintain a pristine vibrancy which strongly contrasts against everything else in this space.

IV Stand:

Next to the computer setup is the IV stand. It sustains life which is incapable of continuing on without intervention. The butterfly milkweed growing on it, in contrast, says “let me go.” The latter, overtaking the tangle of tubes and powered off patient monitor, is victorious. The hooks stand rusted, and the IV bag empty from disuse.

Sat atop the patient monitor but almost blending into the walls is a pig figurine featured in Dream’s latest music video. It stands on a high perch, yet is unassuming as to direct focus on Technoblade, or rather, his absence.

Hanging from the wired basket is an air freshener tag. If you look on the official website, this is one of the only products which has what I can only call interesting flavor text. Most are merely descriptions and specs of the product. To quote it verbatim:

“Yes, this is a real product. And no, this ‘air freshener’ has no discernible fragrance. ‘Why’ you ask? Because Mr. Technodad and our team agreed this was exactly the sort of air freshener Alex would have found hilarious.”

As morbid as it sounds, I feel like this air freshener tag would not have existed before Technoblade’s passing. It is so unlike any other merchandise I’ve seen in any other branded merchandise store. It’s like an inside joke, secretly shared within the descriptions for the world to eventually discover.

Window:

Unlit candles line the window sill - the aftermath of a candlelight vigil. It is a versatile symbol. It raises awareness of a disease or illness. It pays tribute the dead. Judging from the melted wax dribbling down the candle shafts and the wall below (the opacity was reduced so it looks less like bloodstains), this has been done many times over. But there is so much more candle to burn, representing the people still continuing this ceremony, albeit in the privacy of their own homes.

Above the candles are some broken blinds. When grieving, it would have been so easy for Mr. Technodad to hide away from the world in his grief. It’s understandable, to give into that primal urge to flee from prying eyes when he’s at his most vulnerable. He had the difficult task of reading out his son’s final farewell to us. This barrier between him and us dismantled by this gesture so we can remember Technoblade together.

Coincidentally, the window frame itself somewhat resembles the kitchen window featured in Technoblade and Technodad's cooking videos. Completely unintentional on my end, but fitting in a way since in both those videos they're pulling back the metaphorical curtains for the audience to peer into a small aspect of their private lives.

To the right of the window is a nondescript clock, forever stopped at the 6:30 as a nod to the date when the "So Long, Nerds" video was published. The minute hand is accidentally left out removed to signify that time will no longer move forward for Technoblade. In contrast, the rest of the world - represented by this space - continues to grow and change around his absence.

A wind chime hangs just outside the window. It is said that the soothing sounds produced by them is a healing balm during tumultuous times. Where there is wind there is stirred up emotions, but it is motionless on this calm, breezeless day. A rare respite, where remembrance overrides grief.

On a more amusing note, there is an interesting looking moth perched on the window glass. Upon closer inspection, the wing pattern may look somewhat familiar. In Chinese culture, when a huge moth visiting your home is the embodiment of your recently deceased loved one checking on you. Remember the compass in the foreground? Well, here’s why it is pointed sideways instead of upwards. This idea came up rather organically during a VC session in the R/Technoblade Discord server. My handful of viewers and myself affectionately dubbed this doofy looking moth TechnoMoff!

Venturing further beyond the windows, ferns grow with wild abandon. They represent eternal youth, and from a certain point of view, he will remain youthful forever at the age of 23. He lives on through us carrying on his legacy and spreading his story.

Everything outside is tinged with pink. After someone dies, we start seeing them less as a person and more as a legacy. It is the natural course of things to start seeing the deceased through rose-tinted lenses - hence the artificially pink hue of the outside contrasting with the more grounded color palette of the inside.

Bed:

And now we circle back to the centerpiece of this entire composition: the bed and the things that surround it.

In front of the bed is an over-bed table with a single object: an incense bowl filled to the brim with burnt sticks of incense. A simple shrine for Technoblade. In Chinese culture, we light incense at the altar to honor our loved ones. We may live separate lives and not cross paths often, but we all come together to leave our marks through this ritual. It is proof that he is still very much loved and missed by us all.

The bariatric bed frame is typically seen in hospitals. It allows the patient to comfortably sit up or recline without expending valuable energy. Encased in this frame is something more personal - the mattress and cushions which Technoblade laid upon in his photo with the Youtube plaque. Their unique patterning is a foil for the impersonal receptacle it is caged in. It is spotlit by the window light, emphasizing its emptiness. Not a single blossom dares to encroach upon this space, because to do so would be to erase the space where Technoblade last resided. Like I mentioned before, this is story is about the space around him as much as it is about him.

Cradling this bed frame are several flowers. Rosemary and forget-me-not’s for remembrance. Appropriate, given its proximity to the bed. Morning glories, for resilience. That’s us, again. For a while, we meander and spread in the upper walls of this space, avoiding the floodwaters which symbolize grief. But eventually, we gather the strength to meander down to the bed, where grief was the strongest.

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CONCLUSION:

There is that cheesy quote from that one Marvel TV show – “What is grief, but love persevering?” While this reframes our perception of dealing with loss, grief is not some thing that should linger. The absence of grief does not equate to the lack of love. Instead, I would like you to consider this: remembrance is love persevering. And with our combined perseverance, Technoblade will never truly die.

#technoblade #Technoblade never dies #Technoblade fanart #techno fanart #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot #qsmp chayanne #skeppy #dream #mcyt #mcyt fanart #fan art #purplealmonds #2023

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skylarsblue · 10 months

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✦Incorrect C.O.D Quotes, since AO3 is down✦

Gaz: I wanna know what exactly your type is. Y/N: I'm not just gonna give you more fodder to throw at me- Gaz: I have an idea of it already, but I want details! Y/N: No! Gaz: Like- König! Would you- Y/N: Of fuckin’ course I wanna fuck König! He’s huge, he could LITERALLY snap me in half and my dad didn’t love me, of course I want him to fuck me! Soap: *does that weird inhale-choke-cough*

— (Dick mention + a woman’s experience of a dude making gross comments. It’s funny I swear-) Fem!medic!Y/N: most of the time, people are pretty nice and sometimes impressed when when I bring up I’m a medical professional. Other times…eh.. Soap: Eh? Y/N: Sometimes you get conspiracy theorists. Soap: Ohhhh… Y/N: Some evangelists, gross dudes. Gaz: Gross dudes? What’s the worst you’ve heard? Ghost, sipping a whiskey: This outta be good. Y/N: Uh, once I told this man hitting on me I was a field doctor? He said, and I quote. “Been awhile since my last check up, mind checking me for ball cancer.” And I- Gaz: WHAT Soap: YOU’RE KIDDING Y/N: I am not. I just- I walked away. Price: Fuckin’ hell. Y/N: It’s fine. He got shot in the dick next mission, ended up with a male doctor. Ghost: Karma at its best.

- Graves: Oh FUCK YOU Y/N: Tsk, oooo…you don’t have enough money for that. Soap: HAHA!

- Soap, drunk: Back Street’s back, alright! Do do do do- Gaz, drunk on Price’ shoulders: Dodooodo- Price: Simon, get your boy. Ghost: *picking Soap up by his belt, carrying him like a bag* Yes sir.

- Recruit: When you gonna stop giving me blue balls? Gaz: Whoa hey!- Y/N: Aight, I got my steel toes on. How bout we make’em black and blue? Recruit: I- Y/N: Shut the fuck up. I’ve already turned you down, get a hint. Word of advice? Rather than shoot for the stars, maybe shoot your shot in your lower bracket, yeah? Recruit: Gaz: Someone get a fire extinguisher, this dudes been burned. Soap: On it. *sprays recruit with fire extinguisher*

- Soap: Nice onesie, does it come in men’s? Gaz, in his pyjamas: I think you cum enough in men for the all of us. Soap: ACK- Ghost: *slides out of the room*

- Ghost: Have you ever considered, just once, using your brain first? Soap: Now why would I do that?

- (Insert random name I HC for Laswell’s wife) Kate, after being in a bad explosion and ending up in this hospital: My wife, she’ll get upset if she sees you rubbing me like that on my chest. Diana: I am your wife. Kate …. Diana: :) Heart rate monitor: BEEPBEEPBEEPBE- Kate Hi. Diana: Hehe, hi. Gaz, in the corner: Oh to be in love. Soap: This is disgusting, why can’t I have this? >:,( Gaz: Cause your type in men is awful. Soap: Hey!

- Y/N: *walks into common room* Hello, I am very upset. I feel a meltdown coming on and you are all buff men, so I would like to request being picked up and held like a baby for a short period of time, please. Soap: Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Y/N: Nope. König: ….*slowly approaches and picks Y/N up from under their arms* Y/N, clinging to him like a koala and hiding in his shoulder: Thank you, I appreciate you. König: *awkward back pat*

- König: :) Y/N: Bloopbloopbloopbloop- Horagi: Y/N! Y/N: What? Horagi: Tha-That is our colo-that is a dangerous man! Y/N: He’s not a dangerous man! Horagi: What are y- Y/N: We’re bloopin’! Bloopbloopbloop- König: -w-

- Price: Kid, I need you to- Gaz & Y/N: *dancing like they don’t have jobs to do* Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: That’s what’s up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: I’m in love! Price: AHEM Gaz: Oh shit- Y/N: HEEEYY captaaaaiinn, what’s uuupp ahaha… Price: *sigh*

- (Based on; Me if COD was real. Deadass. Full serious. I am not kidding) Gaz: So have you met the Captain yet? Y/N: No. Gaz: Are you nervous? Y/N: No no, I have a firm belief that they’re just people. Obviously I’ll respect him as a superior but that’s nnnnnnnnwho the hell is that? Y/N: *fucking breaking their neck* Gaz: Oh- Nope. No no, THAT is Captain. Don’t think about it. Y/N: I’m thinking about it. Gaz: That’s not allowed. Y/N: Ive done worse for less, if he asks I’m sucking it, you can’t stop me. Gaz: Jesus Bloody Christ- Y/N: Tell him to call me when he’s on leave. Gaz: Stop-

- König: *walks in* Ghost: ?? Soap: Oh, hey! Gaz: Y’a need somethi- König: *picks up Y/N under his arm while humming, leaving the room* König: I love stealing, I love taking things!~ Ghost: What the f-

- Colonel!König: I’m 42 so, I don’t- Y/N: YOU’RE 42?! Colonel!König: Yeah. Y/N: …it’s okay no one has to know babygirl~ König: NEIN! Nein, don’t call me babygirl!-

- (Based on this awful Gaz outfit I saw on Twitter) MILF!Y/N: *doing paperwork* Gaz: Would you date me? Y/N: Baby we couldn’t even get a drink together. You can’t buy me nothin. Gaz: What do you mean? :( Y/N: Look at your outfit! What are you wearing? Gaz: I think I look pretty fly. Y/N: For who, your mom? Gaz: :((

- Gaz: STOP DATING MY CAPTAIN Y/N: ….you know what, I’m gonna start dating him even harder. Gaz: What’s that supposed to mean? Y/N: You know what it means.

- MILF!Y/N: *shoving apple juice into a cart* They gon’ need nutrition. Laswell: How many kids do you have? MILF!Y/N: Eleven! Laswell: So I’m assuming your kids really like apple juice? MILF!Y/N: No but they looove orange juice but they’ve been bad this week. Laswell: What grade are your kids in? MILF!Y/N: Sixteenth grade. Laswell: PFFT Sixteenth- that’s not even a grade! So your kids graduated college? MILF!Y/N: No they, they- …where are my kids?

- (Her “kids” on the other side of the store) Price: Boys please- Gaz: I AM NOT LOSING! Soap, in a fuckin’ headlock with him: Yes you fuckin’ are!! Ghost: *slipping cookies under his mask, he did not pay for them* König: *looking for a fruity snack* Horagi: *grabbing as many packs of spicy chips as he can* Alejandro: This is a disgrace. *holding up frozen burritos* Rudy: These are worse. *motions to frozen tamales* Alex: Did you know you can use coke as rust remover? Farah: …and you want to drink it??

- Y/N: So. Kyle. Gaz, already afraid: …yes? Y/N: I found some of your old playlists… Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Y/N: You an emo? Gaz: I was a SCENE as a teenager, get it right.

#call of duty mwii #call of duty x reader #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #cod konig #horangi call of duty #alex keller #farah karim #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #kate laswell #call of duty incorrect quotes #modern warfare

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all444miles · 10 months

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can you please do 42!miles with a baddie like a Megan type vibe? SHE HAS A PINK JEEP

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— SHE A BADDIE

— pairing: e42!miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for 42 miles to date a reader with a "baddie like megan" vibe. — a/n : i felt like i was a lil lazy writing this, sorry ! can yall tell i got excited abt the jeep n the attitude part.. its litch what kept me writing this whole thing 😭 also, a car creeper is those lil things u slide under to fix the underside of ur car — a/n 2: changed the way i start writin a jus a lil, petition for head over heels 42 miles supremacy !! + this was so fun.. like i was writing this n i was like "lemme be this when i grow up" LMAOOO so ty for the request anonnn, mwah and enjoy !!

MILES FALLS IN LOVE with you every second. like, honestly, just do anything, he's wrapped around your finger.

maybe he'll try and hide it, but you make him fold 24/7. you dont even have to do nothing.

it's just something about your energy, the way you dont give a damn about nothing, he just loves it. y'all are like beast boy and raven.

"mama, you killin' me right now." "hm? did i do somethin'?" "i love you so, so much. i swear, you make me weak." "aww, hun, I love you more." "yeah, keep dreamin'. now, lemme love on you."

hype man, hype man, HYPE MANN

when I say if you want to do anything he's here for it, he's here for it.

you wanna get your hair done? he's at your service.

you wanna go to the mall? he's already throwing you the keys to your jeep.

you wanna get your nails done? show him your options (he always likes the french tips, esp this.)

"Y'know Miles, i think this set ain't looking too good no more.." "You wanna get new nails?" "Mhm, wanna help me pick?" "'Course I do, let's see em."

does not care what you wear, he's always gonna say you look gorgeous. plus, he can fight. but, he's always got his hands on your waist. always.

you're your own girl, he knows that. he spoils you, yes, but he'll always let you do your own thing.

he can't explain it, but when you refer to him as "my man", or your anything, really, it does something to his heart.

yk when latto goes "ty to my man"? yeah, that's you.

"My nails? Yeah, my man helped me pick 'em."

you have attitude. Miles doesn't mind, he's a "yes ma'am" kind of guy, but if it's to him, hes gonna shut you down.

a lot of the times, you won't care, and it won't end in an argument, becuase he's still shutting you down regardless.

"Miles, you lost your shit or sum." "Amor, drop that tone f'me, aight?"

you are a party animal, and Miles? He'll just be in the back, watching you do your thing with your friends. If you ask him to dance with you though, he will for sure.

Will he throw money on you? Yes, yes he will. (Not sexual btw !)

Your jeep. He has his own car, but he honestly loves yours the best.

He helped you decorate it, all pretty and pink

He will happily get in your jeep while you blast Megan or Rihanna because c'mon now, who wouldnt?

I'm insistent he's good with mechanics, so he'll tune your car whenever you need him to, bryson tiller or tory lanez playing while he does so. (i'm losing my shit rn.)

"Cariño, ¿puedes pasarme esa llave inglesa? It's to ya left." (Baby, can you pass me that wrench?)

he'd say, sliding out from the car creeper under the hood of your pink jeep, sliding back in after you passed him the tool.

and after about 15 minutes, he'd come back out, putting a dirty cloth over his shoulder, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

its a sight to see: white tank top, slightly stained with grime from fixing your car; his favorite gold chain glistened in the sun, adorned with beaded glints of sweat from his neck.

"Aight, i think she's good, you can start her up if you wanna." "Yay! thank you for fixing my car, baby, I love youu."

you'd squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck to plant a kiss on his cheek, your pink tinted lip gloss staining his face.

"Ain't no problem princesa, I love you too."

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

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theoddest1 · 4 months

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Aight, so I am gonna be honest, no clue what to label this regarding triggers or the like or if this warrants one or not, but someone brought this to my attention and honestly...what the fuck is this

So let me get this straight, the episode clearly showcases that Angel is in a NONCONSENTING relationship where he is SEXUALLY ASSAULTED more than once and having no way out, essentially a sex slave, but Raph thinks it's sexy despite the clear context and having WORKED on the show??

Nice to know Viv AND Raph have no care in the world and wanna hide behind a serious topic to proceed to fetishize off of it. Crazy stuff amirite?! Let's not forget Viv's love for the animatic Raph made, loving it so much she saved it in her faves playlist. Not even just a like, HER FAVES. Must have been jumping with utmost joy.

And how can I POSSIBLY forget Viv's odd fascination with the Val and Vox's relationship? In spite of it all, Viv seems to ship and find StaticMoth to be a very interesting and appealing ship.

Oh and of course, whatever the hell this is supposed to be cause let me tell yah, this sure seems like a pattern of forced "love" Viv likes to hammer into her Gay ships.

Does anyone mind filling me in on how I'm supposed to NOT see Viv blatantly find the noncon hot or hiw she sexualizes and actively likes art of her gay ships in sexual manners life almost always? Think it's worth the discussion and investigation.

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #hazbin critique #Raphielle_ii #what is this #Why is this #Why do people refuse to actually tackle this #Bringing it up once then dropping it doesn't really count

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tainted-liquor · 9 months

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'Fuck Around and Find Out٠ ࣪⭑

e42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Miles being a dumbass, sassy men, N-word usage, probs incorrect spanish so pleaaase lmk! W/C: 695 A/N: BERLEEZY REFERENCE EUUUUGHHHH!!

It was a peaceful Saturday, and you and your boyfriend Miles were hanging around in the living room when you got a sudden idea. You were going to make Miles play phasmophobia. "Hey Miles? Can you c'mere for a sec?" You called to his crouched form that was 'miles' deep into the fridge as you powered on the TV. He made his way over to the couch, a mix of confusion and amusement as you slid the headset over his head. "Whatchu doin', ma? What's all this for?"

"Shhhh, just play the game. I wanna see what you think of it," You persuaded as you slid both controllers into his hands. "It's...a new game! Yeah! We're experimenting with genres today. Just follow the instructions aight?" You booted the game from your TV and patiently waited as Miles hoisted himself up from his slouched posture, standing in the middle of your living room as you watched the screen. He looks around the electronic space, muttering a confused "The fuck is...phasmophobia" as he begins toying with the various objects in the van.

You explained the game's goal as he nodded in what he thought was your direction, giggling silently as you grabbed both of his wrists, gently guiding his hands to the necessary items and showing him how to pick them up. "Mami, you know I don't fuck with them fuckass ghosts. Why do you have me playing this?" he chuckles as I show him how to move. "Whaaat? Who said anything about ghosts?" you teased, trying to hide the main enemy of the game to get his raw reaction. "I swore I saw a cross over there, so it's either ghosts or demons...n ion rock with either of 'em. The spirit of the lord is HEEEREEE" he exaggerated as he began to play the game. He spent 30 minutes stuck in the van, debating what he should bring to the farmhouse.

When he finally got into the flow of the game, he was scared as bitch. "Why's it so dark in here? This shit got me tight like why am I doing alla dis in the dark?" He spat as he descended the dark halls with his flashlight. He was already antsy as he took out the EMF reader, watching as it spiked to about four with an annoyed fearful groan. But you decided to take it a step further and taunt him just a little bit more. You snuck up to his side with an absolutely evil grin on your face and breathed cold air on the side of his neck.

He unleashed the most unhinged, barbaric, high-pitched, off-the-rails fearful scream as he swung at his side blindly. He would've knocked you clean out had you not already gotten yourself out of the way as soon as you saw his muscles tense. "CHILL, NIGGA DAMN!" You giggled as you watched your boyfriend fearfully run out of the house. He faded in and out between English and Spanish, losing his shit as he desperately tries to explain to you what he felt, not realizing that the ghost can actually...hear him.

"MAMA BICHO! AAAH- MAMI, SENTÍ SU COLD ASS BREATH DE MI LADO!! NO ME DIJISTE IT COULD BREATH!" He practically yelled as he lifted the headset slightly. You laughed manically at his reaction, watching as he scowled and lowered the headset back to his eyes, only to be scared right back out of his headset by the entity. You watched as he jolted backward, hitting the back of his head rather aggressively on the wooden coffee table. You couldn't help but laugh twice as hard, face turning red as you rolled around on the floor, silently crying and clutching your stomach for dear life. "Shit...! Oh my god, Miles, baby are you okay?" You muttered in between harsh giggles, reaching your hand out towards your boyfriend's crouched form with both hands behind his head. "I will KNOCK. yo ass out." he enunciated as he subtly shook on the floor.

"I'm sorry my love!" you cackled as you scooped what was left of a man into your arms, tears coursing down your face from laughing too hard.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales #lmfaooo

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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months

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can you write a prowler miles blurb where the reader has one of those really girly rooms thats all pink and full of stuffies and reader finds Miles asleep in her room curled up with one of her stuffed animals?? <3

This is so cute wtf 😭 thx for requesting!! Also happy fluffy Friday <3

Prettier in Pink

Prowler!Miles/42-Miles x Fem!Reader

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"Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now cuz I'm probably busy or-"

You switched off your phone, annoyed at the fact that your third call had gone to voicemail. Your boyfriend, Miles, had shown up tired at your house about an hour ago, after a long day of his so-called job. You'd decided to let him stay the night while you went to go get food for the two of you, but you'd gotten stuck in a long line at the restaurant and he wasn't answering any of your calls.

What could he be doing?

He was probably just watching TV or something. Maybe he just didn't see your call? What if he got hurt?

No.

You shook the thought out of your head as you approached the register, smiling and telling them your order before you walked over to the side to wait. He was pretty banged up when he came...what if it got worse?

No, no, no. If you think it, it might end up coming true.

You bit the inside of your cheek in worry, looking back down at your phone to check if he'd called you, despite knowing he probably didn't. And alas, you were right, not a single notification from him had popped up. Leaning back against the wall, you let out a quiet sigh. Should you call him again?

Before you could click back on the phone app to give it another shot, your food was handed to you and you were forced to wait until you went back home to check on him. After a short drive, you arrived at the front door, opening it with a creak and setting the brown bag of takeout on the kitchen table.

"Miles?" you called out, a eyebrows furrowed in worry when you didn't see him. Setting your coat down on the couch, you began to walk through your apartment, calling out his name quietly. "Miles?"

Eventually, you approached your room, opening the door to see a welcomed sight. Wrapped in your fuzzy pink comforter, one of your big bear plushies hugged to his chest, was Miles G. Morales, a blissful expression on his face as he snored quietly.

You stifled a laugh as you walked into the room as silently as you could. It was a jumpscare, honestly, seeing him lying there, surrounding by hello kitty posters and stuffed animals. His braids were slightly frizzed up, but other than that he looked like he was having the best sleep of his life.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, smile on your face as you watched him. You reached your hand out towards his face, caressing his cheek gently. "Miles?" You cooed softly, running your thumb over his jaw. "Mmm?" He groggily opened one eyelid, looking up at you tiredly.

"Wassup, ma'?" he asked raspily, trying to sit up. You laughed, pushing him back down and joining him, allowing his arms to instinctively wrap around your waist. "You look cute when you're asleep." You said softly, tapping him on the nose, causing him to scrunch his face up in response.

"I'm not cute." he murmured as he buried his face into your neck, pulling you into one of his crushing bear hugs. "Ah, but you look cute, hugging my stuffies like that." His eyes widened in embarrassment. "It was comfy" he mumbled, hiding his face from your view.

Cupping his face in your hands you peppered his forehead and nose with gentle kisses, eliciting a sigh from his lips as he relaxed under your touch. When you put more of your weight onto him, he flinched slightly. "Sorry." You said softly, giving him a slight smile.

He nodded in response. "It's aight. I just have a couple bruises." he pulled you onto him, rolling over and trapping you in his arms again. "Miles!" You exclaimed, but your voice was muffled as he pulled the pink comforter over the two of you, promptly falling back asleep in your arms.

"Dumbass." you chuckled, kissing his forehead one more time before snuggling into his arms, warmth enveloping the both of you as you huddled together. "My pretty dumbass."

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teewritessmth · 1 month

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# Instagram Au (21)

(Niko Omilana x f! reader)

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y/n.y/l/n A little BTS of @betasquad 's vid (plus my mayor snuggling and editing)

nikoomilana you said you were gonna get coffee with me :(

---gracieez too late m8 I took her away

---nikoomilana I'm gonna tell Harry Pinero that you're head over heels for him next time you say something this outrageous

---gracieez 😭

faithlouisak pretty girl 😘😘

---y/n.y/l/n u more mama

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nikoomilana she broke the skateboard (I literally don't care) now I'm taking her to jail (my arms)

y/n.y/l/n on the floor on the furniture up until the neighbors hear me

---kingkennytv LOST YOUR WHOLE MIND AND SOUL

---chunkz GO ON BAD GYAL

teewritesmth if a man said that to me I'd FOLD

ajshabeel how y'all go out tonight, we had back to back shoots?

---y/n.y/l/n I have my ways

harrypinero @gracieez I see u

---gracieez HARRY

---harrypinero this the only way we can hide, also call me soon I gotta ask u smth

---nikoomilana good luck grace

---gracieez gotta thank u for this one nik

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y/n.y/ln Y'all know the drill already, @camzandpolaroids got me covered with their sick cameras and amazing editing subscription. Use the link in my bio to get yourself an exclusive 45% off

nikoomilana loved taking pics of you

nikoomilana you are so breathtakingly beautiful

ajshabeel somebody tell niko to calm down in the comment section

tyla I miss you lovie 🥲❤

---y/n.y/l/n calling you right now

---nellarose add me to the call guys

---y/n.y/l/n aight bet bet

nikoomilana may I have the honor of sharing your bed

nikoomilana if life gave me lemons, I'd try to make lemonade for you

nikoomilana please give me a chance

---y/n.y/l/n 😭😭

ohnosharky not niko going rogue in the comments

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Anduin still gets more respect and dignity than Sylvanas ever did and I'm still mad about it.

Aight, the new WoW trailer stirred up some old animosity that I have to get out lest it fester.

The problem I've had with Anduin for the past few years is something that isn't even strictly his fault, and is just symptomatic of how shitty the writing staff is. In theory, Anduin is an interesting bit of flavor for the Alliance. Someone who was raised in a very turbulent time in the Alliance's history, gone through some shit when he was too early to handle it and is plagued with self doubt because of it. All of this complimented by Velen's vision of Anduin's future going down two very different roads.

Alas, the problem is in execution. Because what we are left with in practice is a character who goes through comparatively less than other legacy characters (Thrall being raised as a slave, Jaina losing her home and loved ones regularly and Sylvanas with fucking everything) but who, by the time Shadowlands rolls around, insists that he is the one suffering the most and everyone else needs to get over themselves. And that wouldn't be so bad (hell, in Shadows Rising, it's kinda treated as a genuine character flaw) but that's not the case because WoW treats Anduin like the moral barometer of the franchise for many years now.

There are multiple examples of this throughout, but the biggest culprit is all across BFA and Shadowlands, where Anduin is made to understand the hardships that Sylvanas and the Forsaken have suffered, most of it by the Alliance's hands, and just shuts it down with "Everyone suffers, stop hiding behind your trauma and rise above it," and because BFA is framing him as the hero and Sylvanas as the villain he gets away with it. In the fucking Sylvanas book, he has the gall to say Sylvanas had a better life than him because she knew her mother and calls her selfish for committing suicide. And of course the book frames Anduin as being in the right about all of this because they decided Sylvanas holding him captive was the time they would even allow to let her reach out to someone and hope they understand her. The deck was always stacked against Sylvanas and in Anduin's favor in terms of audience sympathy.

But then, what happens in Shadowlands? He gets dominated by Zovaal, stabs the Archon (doesn't even kill her), maybe kills a bunch of unnamed npcs off screen, and fights his friends. Not a single tally to add to his body count while he was a puppet. And when he is freed from Zovaal's control, he doesn't lose his support system, he doesn't lose the respect of his loved ones or his people, and he's not put under pressure to just be okay again.

AND YET!

He still goes on this self imposed exile of his, and has been on it for over half a decade at this point, because he is just too haunted by everything he's 'seen and done'. Things that we as the audience don't really see. So in practice, the justification for all this on screen angst is so painfully weak. And yes, there's no wrong way to respond to trauma and there never will be, and Anduin's trauma responses are far from unrealistic.

But compared to Sylvanas, Anduin is giving a great deal more respect and dignity by the narrative for, comparatively, much less. Sylvanas was enslaved and forced to murder her countrymen (onscreen too, we MADE HER DO THAT in warcraft 3) and when she was finally freed, she had no support system besides her rangers and Nathanos, she was feared by her former homeland who only accepted her help out of desperation and was hated and distrusted by enemies and allies alike way before she might have done anything to deserve it. The game even leans into the idea that the Sylvanas who suffered all this trauma isn't the real Sylvanas and we just needed to restore her soul to have the pure pious ranger general back (barf). And she still has to toil away in superhell because the writers were too chickenshit to fully backpedal on the deliberate character assassination the sexual predator on staff forced upon her.

"Oh, but M'Kay! That's the writers fault, not Anduin's! You can't blame him for all that."

Maybe not but a lot of the issue here comes from the fact that so long as the people who enabled this inequity of care remains on staff (IE fucking GOLDEN) this won't stop. So what choice do I have but to loathe the byproduct of this fuckery when it's being shoved in my face like this? What other way could I possibly interpret this disparity other than as misogyny?

#wow #world of warcraft #sylvanas windrunner #anduin wrynn critical #though honestly its mostly christie golden critical #and yes I will probably remain salty about this until the day I die

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"They should've made an emphasis on Sallie May being trans before" "There should be things that openly indicate she's trans aside from the horns" "The merch shouldn't show her with a bulge if she's trans, logically she should hide it"

My brother in Christ shut the fuck up

Aight, I get where most of you are coming from but let me just say that Sallie May is a big breath of fresh air from a lot of canon trans rep I've been seeing in the internet about big projects such as Helluva Boss, let's go point from point

This contains spoilers from Hell's Belles

Sallie May is a transgender Imp, this is not something that was decided just now for the short as her first appearance in the moon harvest festival already shows her with the thick line horns (Which are exclusively from AMAB (Assigned Male at Birth) Imps

If there's only one point these people made that I agree with is the fact that the horns thing should be something implied in the show, not specifically with the intention of outing a trans character but something simple that could give more context for those who do not check the wikis or the social medias that often

Other than that, I feel like they haven't actually meet a trans person irl because they believe that her being trans should be something that everyone should catch the first time they see her, that someone should inmeditaly point out she's trans, yet, they get upset at the fact that she's proudly showing a bulge on the merchandise They want the show to scream verbally about her being trans but not casually

You have no idea how relieved I felt when, at no point in the episode, her being trans was mentioned or outed, none pointed out her horns or voice and instead the problem was her feeling left out of her sister's life, and, again, not because she's trans and feels like Millie doesn't view her the same or some bullshit, but because Millie doesn't go home as often and felt a bit mad when she had to do her work In fact! Her not getting genitalia reconstructive surgery is also a thing that is cool about her, she got tits but didn't chop off the dick and is not insecure about it, most of times trans people are put between not getting surgery or getting ALL of the surgeries AND being extremely insecure about their genitalia, and yes, there's a lot of trans people that feel that way, but I think that aspect of her is really good representation for those that don't want to get surgery or only want to either reduce or enlarge their chest, not everyone gets dysphoria the same way and this doesn't make her less of a woman for that

Even if it's okay to have characters where one of the main issue of the comes from being trans (I have a few myself), It's also nice to see character that are trans but the main issue with their life comes from something completely different and not related

So for people upset about her passing so well you can't immediately tell she's trans Surprise! That's a lot of us want, that's what a lot trans people irl try, to just be a person of the gender we really are, to be normal and not needing to always out of ourselves, to be treated the same no matter what I make a lot of jokes about my lack of dick and my excess of tits, I only out myself as trans when formally presenting to someone and that is just because I'm not allowed to be trans so I don't pass as a boy at all and need to specify, but me being trans is something that most of my friend only bring into the conversation to make a friendly joke or when I bring it up

Sallie May is not only good representation, is one of the best I've seen in a while in the modern adult media, because she's subtle yet obvious You may not like Viv (Me too girl /non gendered), but I got to give it to her, the lgbt+ representation she does is on point

Anyways now that I tackled down that issue is time to actually talks about this short as a whole see ya

#helluva boss #helluva boss sallie may #helluva boss millie #helluva boss spoilers #hell's belles

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WAITING FOR THE LIGHT ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: After a tense argument, you get triggered and Frank is there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Past abuse (Frank does not hurt the reader), implied PTSD, feminine nicknames, cursing, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.5k

Author’s note: This was also a request — I promise I’m gonna try my best to start replying to asks with the corresponding fics! I'm still very much figuring this whole thing out. Stay safe lovelies <3 (Also by now you may have figured out I’m out here naming after FOB lyrics, hehe.)

He would never hurt you. He wouldn’t. Ever. You knew that — and yet, all reason and logic flew out the window just like that as soon as he raised his hand in retaliation.

You couldn’t even remember what you were arguing about, your mind only locked in on that one moment that made your heart hammer in your chest and any words drain from your throat. He had been heading out the front door of your apartment and you reached for his arm, only for him to pull it away and lift his hand, in the process. That was all. Just... moving away from you.

And you still flinched. As soon as he turned to you with his hand up in the air, you flinched. He saw it, saw the panic flash by your eyes, saw the way your throat closed up on you and saw how you took a step back in blind fear. Within seconds, whatever had been building the frustration in his chest evaporated and the heavy bag carrying his guns fell onto the floor with a thud that only startled you further.

”Baby...”, he breathed out, tilting his head to the side while reaching for you with both hands, only for you to react by stepping back and forcing a quick smile onto your lips.

”It’s okay”, you uttered out, running your fingers through your hair and nodding to confirm your own words as you trailed away from him. ”I’ll—I just—I’m gonna... the—the bathroom”, you stammered before turning your eyes away from him, unwilling to face the stare aimed at you as you headed down the hall to hide in your bathroom.

As you disappeared behind the door that was firmly sealed and then locked, Frank couldn’t help but take in a heavy breath and bury his face in his hands. The urge to kick something was almost irresistible, but aware that it would only scare you further, he settled for pacing back and forth and grumbling into his palm.

Whoever had caused you to react like that, was going to fucking suffer. You had always been the one person to look at Frank without fear, and here you were now, hiding from him behind locked doors. He could hear your suffocated cries, too, and it broke his heart in two — how could he do that to you? How could anyone have done that to you?

He struggled to suppress his anger at himself and anyone else who had made you cry, but eventually, he exhaled and stepped over to the bathroom with a gentle knock. ”Sweetheart”, he began, only to realize he had no clue what the fuck to say. There was no excuse or defense, after all. ”Hey, I get if you don’t wanna see me. But tell me you’re alright, yeah?” he pleaded, the despair evident even in his rough voice as he leaned his forehead against the door and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt sick to his stomach.

He heard your sob through the door, and when you unlocked it, he didn’t hesitate to carefully open it and peer in, only to find you lurched over the sink with your head in your hands. You were shaking and your breaths were far too shallow to his liking, and for a split second, right before his instincts kicked in, he felt awfully helpless and unsure what to do.

”Sweetheart…”, he frowned, ”hey, can I touch you? That okay?” His hands reached for you gently, and with a desperate nod, you swiveled towards him and fell against his chest. He cradled you in a tender embrace, one that you wanted badly to wash away all the raw memories of unwanted, hurtful touches. Frank… he would never hurt you.

”It’s okay, baby. Take your time, aight?” he whispered, his gravelly voice grounding you as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. He didn’t waver, not once, the thought of this being too much never crossing his mind. He was going to stand by you through everything — he had decided on that very early on, and his mind could not be changed.

You hiccuped, and damn-near hyperventilating, you clung onto Frank’s shirt like it was your lifeline. ”I’m—I just— I thought…”, you sobbed, and closing his eyes, Frank nodded.

”Shh, sh, shh, I know. I know, darlin’. C’mon, try and take some deep breaths for me, yeah?” he tried quietly and solemnly, and managing a frantic nod against his chest, you followed his example and drew in longer breaths, calming down your panicked state with each inhale.

”C’mere. Let’s get ya outta this hot bathroom. We’ll sit down on the couch, huh? That sound good, baby?” he suggested, talking you through everything, gentle and careful as he began guiding you into the living room. Still sniffling, you let him lead and wiped your eyes, a surge of embarrassment rearing its head in your chest as you sat down on the couch.

”I’m sorry”, was the first coherent thing you managed to speak, your shaky hands fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt as you avoided Frank’s gaze on you. ”I’m really… really sorry”, you added, lifting an ashamed hand to your face as you sighed.

Immediately, Frank was reacting with a mixture of a scoff and a snort — one that you had no time to overthink when he was speaking up.

”You got nothin’ to be sorry about, sweetheart. That wasn’t your fault. Ever. You got that?” he pressed with demanding words but his tone was genuinely soft and concerned for you. He didn’t want you to dwell in unfair guilt or worry, and he needed you to know that. ”I was an asshole”, he continued, before taking in a weak breath and looking down at his fingers. ”But I would never, ever touch you in any way you don’t want to me. I’d never hurt you. I know I’m—I’m a scary guy, yeah? But you never have to be scared of me”, he went on, desperate for you to trust him again.

Quietly, you nodded in understanding, not sure what to say. You believed him, of course, yet words failed you and, in doing so, left Frank fearing the worst.

”Are you?” he whispered weakly. ”Scared of me?”

At that, you looked up at him with widening eyes, your hand automatically leaping to his in a way that made a weight roll off of his chest. At least you still didn’t mind touching him. ”No”, you promised with a shake of your head. ”I was just... startled. But I know. I know you wouldn’t, I do”, you sighed, and with the need to console you somehow, Frank tenderly swiped his finger across the back of your hand to caress the smooth skin there.

”Has that, uh... has that happened before?” he asked lowly, his eyes trained on where your fingertips rested across his, unsure if he’d be able to handle your answer. You could hear it in his voice — the strain, the unwillingness to know mixed in with the insistency on hearing all about it.

Swallowing, you nodded. ”Yeah”, you whispered, not elaborating further but it was enough for Frank to pinch his nose and breathe out with anger.

”Jesus”, he muttered, his heart pounding in his chest and his trigger finger itching — and yet, he gulped it all down and gave you a careful glance. ”I appreciate you tellin’ me. As much as you want to talk about it... I won’t leave your side or judge you, ever”, he vowed, and wiping a tear from your eye at his kind, protective nature, you smiled at him.

”I wish I had met you earlier”, you laughed dryly, not really amused but certainly grateful for this man by your side. ”I’m really lucky to have you now”, you added with your eyes watering up, and with his stomach lurching at your fragile voice, he inched over to you on the couch to press a kiss onto your temple.

”And as long as you want me, I’mma be right here”, he swore.

It seemed almost funny, now — it had been a complete misunderstanding, and certainly, whatever you had been arguing about had been completely forgotten about by now.

”Is there anythin’ else I should know? I don’t ever wanna make you… y’know. That was pretty hard to watch”, Frank swallowed, clearly remorseful, and it made you feel guilty, too.

”I, uh, I don’t really react well if someone raises their voice at me”, you explained quietly, and listening attentively, Frank nodded. ”Arguments happen, I get that. It’s not me trying to get out of it. I just… hope we can have an adult conversation instead of screaming at each other”, you continued, and Frank reacted with his hand coming over yours.

”Hey, shit, that’s more than fair. You got it, darlin’. I’ll, uh, I’ll try my best to make sure we don’t fight, period. But if it comes to that, if I’m outta line, you tell me, okay?” he insisted, and with a weak smile, you squeezed his hand.

”Thank you for being so understanding”, you whispered, and with a sad chuckle, Frank scooted closer to kiss your temple.

”You deserve nothin’ less, sweet darlin’.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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thelov3lybookworm · 21 days

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You Think I Wanted This? (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Another party??

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A/n: aight so things are starting to heat uppp hehe 😏

anyways, enjoy!

The silence was more distracting than his loud complains, and Y/n didn't know what to make of that sudden knowledge as she turned the page of her textbook, trying to remember even one word she's read in the past ten minutes

If she was being honest, it scared her, the way she had begun to adore his loudness. His constant sighs, his scowls, his frowns.

Her craving for his presence scared her more than her father did, and that was a huge statement.

Now, sitting in her room in her simple sundress in front of her desk, her books open, she wished he was with her too. The silence was just too loud, the air and space too big without his looming presence.

Just as she leaned back, rubbing her face with both hands, the door opened, and in walked her ugly husband.

Not ugly.

Y/n quieted the voice as she sighed, turning to look at him as he made his way to her bed. Technically his bed too, but that was not the point.

As soon as he was settled, laying flat as he stared up at the intricately carved ceiling, Y/n turned back to her work, the medicines and herbs suddenly much more interesting.

"Do you all really do nothing all day?"

Y/n blinked, turning to look at him.

"What?"

"Do you all really just sit around on your asses doing nothing?"

Unamused, Y/n wondered if he was being serious. When she didn't reply, he turned to stare at her expectantly, and she realised that he was, in fact, not joking.

"Father handles the kingdom matters all day. Halden is usually busy with his trainings and studies, so am I. Other than the guards, everyone has something to do."

He clicked his tongue. "Being in Samara was better than this-"

The thud that echoed through the room was more satisfying than it should have been, and Y/n had to work hard to suppress her smile as Xaden turned to glare at the thick textbook she had chucked at his head.

"What is this?"

"My first year textbook. You should read that to pass the time and maybe consider shutting up."

And because she wanted him to know small remedies in case he got hurt while on a mission, but he didn't need to know that.

After all, it would be a real waste of manpower if he died because he didn't wrap an injury quickly enough or used poisonous herbs when needed. He had a very coveted signet, from what she'd heard, and he was also apparently a very good rider and warrior. The kingdom needed people like that.

And because he was very entertaining when angry.

He scoffed. "Yeah, no. I'm not reading some healer's textbook."

Y/n shrugged, picking up one of her books to continue reading. "As long as you don't irritate me, you can do whatever you want."

He was quiet, and Y/n stopped thinking about him and actually started reading when she heard the noise of paper turning.

Try as she might, she could not hide the triumphant smile blooming on her face.

It had almost been over an hour when Y/n stood, stretching her hands high above her head to relieve some of the tension in her body before tuning to Xaden, who watched her curiously.

"I forgot to tell you, but Halden is hosting a party this evening."

He groaned. "Another one?"

A small smile bloomed on her face, because no matter how she felt about him, she could relate to his lack of enthusiasm. "It won't be like the previous ones."

"Oh?"

She nodded, leaning her hip back against the desk. "Party is just a nicer, more appropriate word so no one finds out, but it is basically a revel, with too much drinking and... you know..."

His scarred eyebrow rose, skeptical. "I know... what?"

She sighed through her nose. "People will be busy... interacting."

He blinked "Interacting. Interesting. And it's allowed?"

She rolled her eyes. "Halden sends out the invitations personally, and only people he trusts get them. Those who get invited are bound to stay quiet about the whole ordeal, and as long as it does not get revealed to the general public, father does not care."

"So people partake in group activities?"

Y/n blushed, realising he had something completely different in mind. "No! I mean, I wouldn't know. I've only been to one. And usually, the lighting is so dark you cant see what others are doing. Aphrodisiacs are involved, and everywhere you look, you will find a couple or two being... intimate."

By the time Y/n finished speaking, Xaden's eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hair.

"That's..."

"Mhmm. You can probably find some good company tonight."

Instantly, his eyes hardened. "What does that mean?"

She blinked at the harsh tone, straightening. "I-"

A knock sounded through the room, interrupting her, and she glanced over as the door opened.

The maid walked in holding a tray, a teapot, two cups and a plate of small biscuits and sweets stacked onto it, balancing precariously as she made her way over to the low table in the corner of the room.

Without a word, the maid set down the tray, then glanced up at Y/n to await further instruction.

"I can handle it, thank you."

The maid nodded, and after a look at the smile Y/n gave her, turned and left, blushing.

The whole ordeal gave Y/n time to collect her thoughts, and she was grateful for it.

Y/n and Xaden, though now married, had not consumated it yet. Y/n knew the significance of it, the importance it held in the royal family. Her father had subtly hinted at it in the past few days, to which Y/n had pretended it had happened.

Sha hadn't yet talked to Xaden about it, hadn't told him that in the family, a marriage without consumation was basically a marriage annulled.

The only reason she continued lying about it was because she knew he still had feelings for General Sorrengail's youngest daughter, and maybe, just maybe, also because even though she had known the chances of her marrying for love were almost nonexistent, she still held out hope that she would only ever be intimate with someone she loved and because she wanted to be, not because of responsibility.

Y/n made her way over to the table, beginning to pour the tea into a cup when Xaden spoke up again. "What did you mean, Y/n."

She sighed, already tired of this conversation. "Just forget it, Riorson." She glanced up to meet his eyes. "Tea?"

His eyes hardened further, and he stood, his jaw clenched, a muscle feathering in his jaw. "You enjoy it."

He walked out the door without another word, slamming it behind him, not giving her a chance to do anything but spy the curious eyes of Nash as he tried to gauge what had caused this reaction.

And, even though Y/n knew that he was mad, the fact that her first year textbook was missing didn't go unnoticed by her.

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HS + Y/I: 2022 (SERIES)

EXTRA (7) -- completely forgot about this account 💀 i'm back tho! (i think)

PREVIOUS. NEXT.

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WARNINGS: i apologise for the countless changes of face claims! it's so hard finding pics for just one fc :((

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letitiaslabyrinth · 9 months

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TRUST IN HER

warnings: riri gets a lil jealous sometimes. its outta love though. a lil bit of drinking/"clubbing". riri is ready to fight for you. comfort (thats towards the end tho so) paring: Riri x you word count: 720 a/n: i might start only writing short stuff from now on just cause they easier tbh cs ion like writing sumn and it takes me like two weeks to finish not proof read

Riri loved you. You knew she loved you. Half the time, she let jealousy speak for her instead of her words. But, she knew when to let things go and when to act on them. She knows you, you know her. She trusts you, you trust her with your life.

"Where you going?" Riri asks, leaning on the door frame to you guys' bedroom.

You look at her through your vanity mirror, hiding your smile. "Out, baby. Shuri's having a lil get-together later and she invited me."

"So, ion get no invite?"

"No, because then you'll get jealous and fight somebody if they stare at me for too long or some shit."

"There's somethin' wrong with that now?"

You chuckle and finish putting your lashes on. "Yes, Rianna."

"Rianna?" She moves closer. "That's my name now?"

"I'm not callin' you Riri when you tryna play wit me." You put your lipgloss on and look at yourself in the mirror. You look good and you know it.

"You look good, mama," Riri says, coming behind you and kissing your head. "You sure you don't want me coming with you?"

"So you can beat the hell outta some nigga that look at me the wrong way?" You laugh, "Nah, Ion want no drama tonight, but if you promise to behave then you can come with me."

You see her smile. "Aight, I'ma behave."

"Good." She kisses your cheek and goes to the bathroom to get ready.

You take your shot, making sure it was your last because you didn't wanna be drunk, before looking over at Riri. "Baby, I'ma go find Shuri, alright? You good on your own?"

"I'm good, mama." You smile and kiss her lips before leaving.

Riri watches you walk away and orders herself another drink. She sees wondering eyes but she keeps her cool. She's dressed in an all-white suit, she's not about to mess it up over some bitches who can't keep they eyes to themselves.

Riri sees you a few minutes later, sitting in a booth with Shuri and a few of your other friends. She doesn't interrupt. She knows you're here for Shuri so she lets you be. That is until she sees a dude sitting next to you.

He's too close.

Riri drinks slowly, her eyes trained on you. Who does this guy think he is? I mean, Riri can practically hear him from the bar. He's loud. She knows you're overwhelmed but when you need her, you'll tell her. She knows that. You won't speak up for yourself and Shuri and your girlfriends were tipsy.

Riri sees you looking around and finishes her drink fully. You're looking for her. She gets up and walks over to the booth. She looks at him. "You always this close to women you don't know?" She can see the relief in your face.

"I'm just tryna have a good time. You got an issue with that?" He's trying to be dominant, sitting up in his seat.

It takes all of Riri's self-control to not punch him square in his dumb ass face. "She's my girl. You too close for my liking."

He laughs. "So you insecure?"

You could see that Riri was about to swing so you got up and held her hand in yours. "Let's go, Ri." Riri nods and puts her hand on your back as the two of you walk out.

"You good?" Her voice is soft. She sounds worried.

"He didn't do anything, Ri," You say, "You didn't give him the chance to. Thank you for that."

"I've got you, baby."

Riri drives the two of you home. She saw that you were a little out of it since the party so she set you a bath and brought you chocolates. She washes your hair for you, knowing how it can sometimes help you unwind after a rough day/night.

She puts on your favorite show when you’re out and the two of you wear your favorite matching PJs. Her hands stayed in your hair, scratching your scalp softly.

You fell asleep pretty quickly after that. You felt safe with Riri. She always made you feel safe, you were thankful for that.

"I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to you," She whispers in your hair. "I love you so much."

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shaylixie · 2 years

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Never Too Much

Word count: 3217

Genre: Angst. Smut. Fluff.

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: Upon finding out that Marshall thinks you're too clingy, you decide to distance yourself.

Warnings / Contains: Smut; language; unprotected sex; possessiveness. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Enjoy & feel free to give feedback! ♡

You stir from your spot on the empty couch, pawing around sleepily for Marshall. It was just after noon. You had cuddled up to Marshall after breakfast, wanting to spend some time together, but you've been exhausted lately and accidentally fell asleep on top of him. Just as you lift yourself up, about to call out for him, you hear him talking to someone in the other room.

"I don't know, man. I mean, obviously she's my girl and shit. But she can get a bit much, you know what I'm saying? Like it ain't always a problem but sometimes I got shit to do and she gets clingy. It's annoying."

A pause. You strain your ears to listen, realising he's on the phone with someone. Your heart drops to your stomach, suddenly feeling sick.

"Yeah, man," he continues. "I just don't wanna hurt her, you feel me? I love her and I know she's gonna feel hurt if I say that shit. She might take it to heart."

He's right. It's bad enough that he feels this way about you, but to hide it and then tell someone else? You feel ashamed and embarrassed; the hurt swelling up inside you the same way tears do in your eyes.

When Marshall walks back into the living room, he finds you gone from the couch. He doesn't think anything of it and walks upstairs to see where you've disappeared to. When he sees the bathroom door closed and hears the shower on, he goes back downstairs and settles on the couch, watching TV.

You take your time in the shower, mostly just standing under the running water. Normally, you'd feel bad for wasting so much. But today, you already feel bad, the tears staining your cheeks evidence enough. You figure that Marshall didn't intend for you to hear, and he definitely didn't intend to hurt you, but you were hurt anyway. Neither you nor him could dispute that. When your thoughts start running rampant, you tune into the sound of the falling water instead and reach for your face wash.

At the sight of you coming downstairs, Marshall gets up from his place on the couch.

"Hey." He nods at the keys in your hand. "Where you going?"

"Uhm." You try to act as normal as possible, not wanting him to know that you heard him earlier. "With Jessie. We're going out for a bit."

It wasn't a lie. You texted Jessie to ask if she's free, and she responded almost immediately with [ come over <3 ].

He puts his hands in his pockets and nods. "Aight. I need to get in the studio for a bit anyway...the one here. So I'll be here when you get home. I might still be busy, but I'll try not to be too long."

"Okay. I might be a bit late so you don't have to stay up."

He frowns then. "Aight..."

He moves in to kiss you on the forehead and you smile at him, a bit forced. Then you walk out to your car and go on your way.

After a handful of hours, you and Jessie stumble into her place, laughing about something that's probably not even that funny. She has tears in her eyes and your stomach starts aching, and all you can think about is how you're both this stupid even when you're sober. It makes you laugh harder for some reason. You don't feel your phone vibrating in your pocket for the 4th time. You don't realise how dark it is outside. When you plop onto her couch and she drops her head on your shoulder, the two of you still giggling, your fingers reach for your phone. Three texts and 1 missed call from Marshall. All sent a few hours apart:

[ Hey babe. Just finished up in the studio. Hope ur having a good time. Say hi 2 Jessie 4 me. ]

[ It's getting late. R u ok? Need me 2 pick u up? ]

[ Getting worried about u. Let me know when ur coming home.. Miss u. ]

You look at the texts and feel the giddiness subside.

Jessie notices and quickly asks, "Is he upset that you're still here?"

Her question draws your attention away from the texts. "Hmm? Oh, no. He's not like that. If anything, he's happy that I'm spending time with someone I care about. He'd never control me like that or force me to come home or whatever. I think he's just worried because I never stay out this late without letting him know I'm alright." You pause. "I don't know...I just can't help but think about what he said earlier, you know?"

"I know," she replies. "He really does love you, huh. Funny how he said you were clingy and now he's the one wanting you to come home so bad. I bet he regrets it."

"He doesn't know I heard," you counter.

"He doesn't have to. You can always stay here if you want. It'll be fun. Or go have some make up sex...that might be fun too." She winks enthusiastically and then giggles.

You can't help but to giggle yourself. "Lemme phone him real quick and tell him I'm okay. Thanks, Jess." You squeeze her hand and she gets up to make some drinks.

The call connects immediately.

"Hey. You good?" he asks.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm good...I just got back to Jessie's. Sorry I didn't message you back. I didn't check my phone since I left."

"It's aight. As long as you're good. You sure you okay? Need me to come fetch you?"

"I'm okay. And you don't have to, it's alright. I might...uhm...stay here. With Jessie."

A pause. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know. I'll see."

"Yo, I can pick you up if you want. It really ain't a problem, babe."

"No no, it's alright. I drove here, remember? Plus, I don't drink..."

"I know. If you wanna stay, you should stay. But if you wanna come home...that's cool too." He doesn't say anything for a second. "I miss you."

"It's only been a few hours," you say, even though you miss him too. "I think I'm gonna stay here. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aight. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

You hang up, wishing you were in bed with him despite what you said. Jessie walks in then, 2 drinks in hand, and you decide to watch an episode of the series you've been watching together. Afterwards, you bid her goodnight with a big hug and get in the car, making your way back home.

Marshall is fast asleep when he feels the mattress dipping beside him. He wakes with a start, and then relaxes when he sees it's you.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Jess," he asks, still half asleep.

"I was going to. But I decided to come home."

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. "I'm glad. I missed you today."

He kisses your shoulder to show you just how much, and trails his kisses to your jaw. When you subconsciously tilt your head up to allow him more access to your neck, he suddenly wakes up fully and starts leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. When you let out a heavy breath, Marshall presses into you from behind, allowing you to feel how much he wants you. You want him just as bad as you turn your head to capture his lips, but before they can connect, you pull back. You hate it, but you feel the need to keep some distance, even now.

"Hey. Look. I'm really tired. Goodnight, Marshall." You turn over and close your eyes.

He frowns then, realising that something must be wrong. But you do seem tired, and he can't figure out what happened just yet. So he settles for kissing you softly on your temple and reluctantly removing his hand from your waist. He turns over, but he doesn't quite find sleep again.

It's still dark outside when you feel Marshall gently nudging you awake. The only indication of the time is the soft chirping of the birds outside, warming up for the day. You groan and turn over. You must've only gotten about 2 hours of sleep, if that.

"Hey. I'm sorry for waking you up but...I need to talk to you. Please."

Those words have you perking up immediately, although still extremely sleepy.

"Mhm?"

"Are you okay? And don't say yes, because I know you ain't. I haven't been able to sleep since you got back...I just...I need you to tell me what happened."

You close your eyes again, wishing this could wait until tomorrow.

"Y/n, please."

Your eyes open at his plea, and you look at him properly for the first time in a while. You sigh.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks.

Your eyes tear up at that, and you try your best to blink them away.

"I'm just trying to give you the distance that you want, Marshall." Your extra soft voice goes straight to his heart.

"Wait, what?" he asks. He has a sneaking suspicion that his fear was just confirmed, and that you did overhear the call. But still, he waits for you to answer.

You take a deep breath, but it doesn't stop your lip from quivering. You confess, "I heard you. Earlier. On the call." You sniff. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was so...I'm sorry." The tears come then.

"Shit, no no no no no. Baby. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that, I swear." He scoops you up in his arms and pulls you in tight. "Y/n, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I know what I said, but I also realise how much I love your clinginess. Having you so far away from me...it fucking sucks. Look, sometimes I do have shit to do, but I should just communicate it, you know what I'm saying? That's on me. But I do miss you when you're not around. A fuck load. And I just sit here wanting to be with you. If anything, I'm fucking clingy too."

You don't say anything, just nod slightly against him in acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry, babe." He plants a kiss against your head. "I'm sorry. I'll do better. I promise."

"Me too. I'm sorry," you whisper.

He wipes your wet cheeks and strokes your face. "Let me make it up to you?"

You look up at him, and then nod.

"Tell me what you want, babe. Anything."

You think about it for a second, and then bite your lip before giving your response. "I want you to cum inside of me."

Marshall's breathing shifts. "Yeah?"

"And then I want you to cuddle the fuck out of me and let me sleep. Please."

He laughs at that, and you smile back. "Whatever you want, y/n."

Before you know it, the welcoming weight of Marshall's body is on top of yours and your lips meet. It's a sweet, warm kiss. An "I'm sorry" kiss. An "I can't get enough of you even if I try to" kiss. His tongue slips past your lips and dances with your own, taking his time to taste you. He kisses you fully and slowly and passionately and you moan into his mouth. His fingers cascade down your body; from your jaw, to your breast and over your nipple, to your stomach, and lower. When his fingers dip between your legs to discover how slick you are, he groans into your mouth and moves to your clit. You gasp when his finger starts rubbing your bud and he uses that as an opportunity to move his hot kisses to your neck. You feel his tongue against you, marking you, and then he moves to gently tug your lip between his teeth and suck. He picks up the pace on your clit and then stops abruptly, making you whine.

"I need to fuck you. Now." His tone leaves no room to argue.

You allow him to strip you bare underneath him, and then he does the same. His huge, thick length stands at attention against his stomach and he presses your bodies together, allowing his hard cock to rest against your body. He kisses you hungrily this time, and then gathers your wetness on his tip by rubbing it through your folds. Then, without warning, he slides into you completely until he bottoms out. You moan at the sudden fullness and he gives you time to adjust, all the while peppering your face with kisses. When you start shifting your hips, he takes that as his cue to fuck you silly. He finds a quick, intense pace that has you stumbling over your moans and stuttering everytime you try to speak. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls and destroying that delicious sweet spot has you reduced to curse words and tears forming in your eyes. His pelvis brushing against your clit heightens the pleasure and you run your nails down his back, leaving marks. He hisses at the stinging sensation and then takes your tongue in his mouth, his thumb wiping the tear that rolled down your cheek. When he pulls back to look at your face, he smiles at your cock-drunk expression. You barely notice over the feel of his cock slamming into you and his hand wrapped around your throat. You move one hand into his hair and pull his face towards you, your tongue sloppily entertaining his. Suddenly, you feel that overwhelming urge to let go, and if you could form coherent words, you'd tell Marshall. But he knows your body better than his own discography, and so he takes your hand in his and lifts it over your head, wanting that intimacy while you cum.

"Cum for me, y/n," he commands.

He takes you over the edge with that and you arch your back into him, your head falling to the side. Marshall listens to you curse and moan and come undone beneath him, and he follows suit. He bottoms out again before spilling his thick, white seed into you over and over again. When he's too weak to hold himself up, he falls, slightly crushing you. You don't mind.

You've just caught your breath when you push at Marshall's shoulders.

"Get up."

"Hmm?" he hums into your neck.

"Up. C'mon."

He pulls out of you and gets up quickly, thinking you're still upset with him. You motion for him to sit on his side of the bed, and he does. You crawl between his legs and take his soft cock into your hands, making sure to lick his leaking slit. He shudders. When you pump your fist up and down his hardening cock, he grips the bedsheets. As soon as he's fully hard again and his cock is standing up waiting for you, you straddle his lap and push down onto his tip only.

"Fuuuuuuck. Y/n..." he groans.

"Yes, baby?" you ask breathily.

He pushes you down onto him, and tilts his hips upwards so that you take all of him.

"Nothing," he smirks.

You bite his neck in response and he curses, thrusting into you just once. Your turn to curse. He rests his forehead against yours.

"My turn to fuck you dumb," you say.

You kiss him on his forehead.

"If you can," he challenges.

He's about to say something else when you start bouncing on his lap, and you giggle victoriously as you watch his thoughts leave him. He throws his head back and furrows his eyebrows in pleasure, his mouth slightly open and his hands gripping your hips. At the sight of your breasts bouncing in front of him, he lunges forward and takes one in his mouth. He sucks you and swirls his tongue around your nipple and nibbles you, making you yelp, only to suck you again. He moves onto your other breast and does the same, then pulls back to moan praises.

"Fuck...yo-you're doing so good, baby. Just...fuck, yes...just like that. You're such a...good fucking girl." He struggles to speak.

"Whose good fucking girl am I, Marshall?"

"Mine, fuck. Stupid ass...question."

You slow your movements to a painful pace, staring him in the eye.

"Wait shit no fuck I'm sorry! You're mine. You're mine, y/n. It wasn't a stupid question, you belong to me and me only-"

Before he can say anything more, you continue fucking him and he rolls his head back again, weakened by your movements. You spell his name out with your hips, M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L, rolling out each letter and he almost loses it. You can feel yourself growing weaker and slower as you near your sweet release. Marshall grips your thighs and supports you as you cum on his cock and shout his name to the heavens. You feel limp but you try your best to keep fucking him, and Marshall compensates by thrusting up into you himself.

"Almost there, babe. Almost...you did so fucking good. So so good, baby."

He finds his release soon after and slams up into you, emptying himself out into that pretty little pussy that he loves so much.

You stay like that for a while, savouring the feel of Marshall's cock deep inside you. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling weak to the core. He holds you up against him, not being able to speak himself. You start to fall asleep again, but Marshall shifts beneath you and you sit up.

"Hey," he whispers while stroking your face. "You really outdid yourself, baby...damn. Lemme clean you up, aight?"

"Mhm."

You lift yourself off of him and feel him slip out, already missing the fullness that only he provides. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, spending a few minutes there before coming back with a wet cloth. He cleans you up and then disappears again. When he comes back, he slips in beside you and pulls you into his chest. You bury your head in his neck and breathe him in, his scent comforting and...right. You feel him kiss your head, and then he lifts your hand to his lips and brushes a kiss there too.

"You know I can't get enough of you, right? Even if I try?" he asks.

"You tried?"

"Nah. I know there's no point. I'm in too deep."

"Is that a reference to your affair song?" you ask lightheartedly.

He laughs, about to deny it, when you say, "Just kidding. You know I love that song."

"Yeah. Maybe a bit too much?" he teases.

"Nah, Never Enough." You giggle at the second reference to his music, and you feel him doing the same.

"Seriously though. I really am sorry. You have no idea how much you mean to me...and you could never be too much. Ever. I love you way too fucking much. You know that, right?"

You nuzzle him with your nose. "I love you too, Marshall. Always."

When you snuggle into him more, he returns it. You kiss his chest and trace a heart on it with your finger. He kisses that same finger back. You can't help but to smile into him, drifting away on that happy thought, with Marshall rubbing your back lovingly.

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