#brb while i cri

[boba-beom]

THE FENNEC FOX WAS A PUPPY 😭😭😭 THIS IS SO CUTE 😭

#brb while I cri #smiles’ sunflower 🌻 #choi soobin #minisode 3: tomorrow

[itoshi-s]

The idea of onii-chans saying "just the tip" then bottoming out a frw minutes later is making me feral - 💔 (i swear the stepbro tag will be my undoing)(even if its not stepcest just giving that promise then shattering expectations)(its getting me too riled up)(my bleeding just stopped but this is making me loose it)

:(( nii-chans that end up messing u up wholeheartedly n break their pretty little promises to you either because 1) you should’ve known better, he’s always been like this. he’s never meant to keep the promise anyway 2) you just feel too good and he really tries. he really does, but he cannot control it any longer :(((((( actually, i have just the right candidates for it anon

cw nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, timeskip oikawa n (pussydrunk :)) kags

tooru-nii likes to think he’s the one that made you this dumb — a pleasant byproduct of the filth he’s put you through — but knows that this is why you actually caught his attention in the first place. you’re silly, naive and too gullible for your own good. too sweet, to the point it makes his teeth ache and mouth feel sticky as if he’s licking honey off your skin each time he has you spread out underneath him; sweet with the way you never, not even once, doubted his good intentions. “just the tip, pretty girl. okay? i promise.” he hums against your lips, tongue heavy on yours as he licks into your mouth and swallows down every breath and keen you let out.

it thrills him, the soft and urgent nod you give and the way your fits press against him, heart hammering in your chest so hard, he almost feels as if it thumps in his. “good girl.” tooru coos, easing his fingers out of you and reaching between his thighs already. he wraps a hand around the base of his cock — heavy and leaking, and you’re still not used to it, hence why you’re so reluctant — and uses the remaining juices on his fingers as makeshift lube. it’s good enough, he thinks, and swallows back a groan when the flared head of his cock slips between your lips. he rests one hand on your chest to hold you down — it’ll come in use later — and keeps his eyes trained on where he’s sinking into you, barely two or three inches in. shaky fingers wrap around his forearm as you gasp, the sound bringing his gaze upwards, to your pretty flushed face. you always think he’s a little out of it, chocolate eyes focused on you but looking hollow in a way that makes your toes curl. tooru’s always been an intense presence.

“nii chan,” you moan breathily, hips stuttering as he fucks himself in and out of you, slow and sensual, nudging almost at the right spot to make you crumble, but still not quite. “kiss me.” you’re so well mannered it melts him — always so good for him, asking politely with the sweetest pout. he complies, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. it’s hot and languid, open mouthed and heavy with the way his tongue licks against yours. you’re mewling and whimpering within seconds, and tooru grunts at the sound as he feels his cock twitch hard. you’ve always reacted to him that way, even back in your high school years — when he finally took the leap and claimed you as his. when you were the first person he looked for in the stands after a winning set, the only voice he could hear calling out his name before a serve. when he’d wait until everyone else has gone home before pulling his number one fan — the only one that ever really mattered — down on his lap in the warm, suffocating locker room. a kind of trophy that was more than enough, but made him feel all kinds of greedy nevertheless.

but greed is only natural, a fair consequence to what you’re gracing him with — glossy eyes and wobbling lip as your head rolls back and you moan out. tooru, please. feels good, nii chan. how could he not crave more? a strong hand reaches behind your head and grabs at the nape of your neck, fingers firm as he holds you.

“watch.” your eyes widen a bit at the rough treatment as oikawa pulls you up, head held in place, and frankly he doesn’t even care for the slight wince you give. it’s not exactly comfortable, but you dare not squeak out a word — not when it creates an angle that lets you see everything. tooru purposely slips up, rubs the pink flushed head of his cock all over your swollen clit, and reaches his hand down to slap himself against your folds a couple times. you whimper, and you’re not quite sure whether it’s pleasure or slight embarrassment.

“that’s my pussy. s’ that right?” tooru taunts and you wish to nod, but his grip on you renders you stiff. so, instead, “yes, yes nii chan,” you breathe out, eyes flickering up to look up at him instead — and you find him staring right back at you already. “all yours, tooru, j’st yours.” you watch a shudder rip through his broad shoulders and miss the way his eyes darken. he moves his hand around your neck instead, barely putting any pressure, but he has to ready himself — cause even though you’ve never put up a fight, he’s better safe than sorry.

tooru-nii has always been nothing but sweet to you — only had eyes for you and no one else. not even one single girl from the crowds that would surround him after a game, not any celebrity that he’d meet after moving to argentina. tooru nii is a good brother, one that you trust without a doubt in the world — even though his promises might not mean much. “ha-aah— tooru ni-i,” he should’ve feel bad, that much he knows. shouldn’t get off on seeing your eyes widen, flash with shock and brim with tears as he thrusts inside and knocks the breath out of your lungs.

(he shouldn't. but that hasn't ever stopped him, not even once.)

“sh, shh.” his hand moves to clamp over your loud mouth as he rolls his hips forward, until he’s bottomed all the way out, pressing up against your cervix. “you can take it, baby. nothin’ you haven’t had before.” maybe you’re just letdown, and maybe it’s the dull ache pulling at your heart and messing with your head that makes him sound this way — but it comes out strained, almost, and drips with arousal so thick your heart jolts. your eyelashes flutter, letting a few tears spill down your heated cheeks, and to oikawa, there’s no prettier sight.

he groans, the sound bleeding into a gravelly whine, and sets a rhythm that makes the headboard thud against the wall loud enough to silence any regrets.

then again, tobio nii who is so, so smitten by you and your charm. you've always had him wrapped around your little finger, ever since you first came into the picture, and there's not a force strong enough to ever make him feel ridiculous about it. in a way, he thinks it's meant to be, you and him - you, hanging off his arm, clinging to him like a lifeline. him, giving you the world and anything else you could possibly want on a silver platter, feeding you his love until you choke on it.

you've never used it against him - the vulnerability that he only ever held for you, and showed it with no trace of shame. kageyama only ever gives in to you because he wants to, aches for you until it scorches in his veins and jolts across his skin. and yet, there are times where he almost wants to challenge his self restraint, see how long he can go without losing his entirety to you.

"hah.. just the tip, angel, 's it." there's this kind of white noise ringing in tobio's ears, loud enough to make his voice sound far away as he mumbles under his breath. you're entirely on display for him to watch and grab at, smooth skin glimmering in the moonlight as he kneads at the soft flesh of your waist. he feels his chest run hot, saliva thick in his throat when you roll your hips, the soaking plush of your cunt sucking him in deeper. "wan' all of you, nii nii," you whimper out, as if in protest, shaking your head so that your hair spills all over the soft pillows. tobio nii wants to kiss you breathless, feels a breath hitch in his throat at the sight, but stands his ground nonetheless. leaning down to smother your pulsing neck in sloppy kisses, he thrusts his hips forward, just barely - but deep enough to make the coil in your tummy tighten and tingle.

"can't," kageyama whispers by your ear, teeth nibbling on the delicate skin of your jaw, "don't be greedy, baby, hm?" there's a slight tremble to his baritone as your nails dig into the sturdy flesh of his back. you wrap your arms around him, pull him close until his forehead rests in the crook of your neck and lips rub against the swell of your breast. it's too close, too much all at once, and tobio feels as if he's about to lose his mind. the shudder of your chest, little teary mewls that slip past your glossy lips, and the urgent grabbing of your hands all over his broad back - it's enough to make a saint crumble. it takes all of his self control not to slip further inside, between your slick and warm walls that feel nothing less than heavenly, and ravage you until you're breathless.

you suck in a shaky inhale, words slurred as your hands move to rest on his cheeks instead and pull him up to face you. it's so gentle, but your nii chan deserves nothing less than the sweetest treatment you can muster. you brush the hair out of his eyes, watch as his eyelashes flutter and navy irises sharpen upon setting on yours. "m'kay," it's slurred as you speak, barely above a breathy whisper, and tobio leaks all over your swollen, throbbing cunt. "wanna be good for yew, nii chan." your thumb presses down on the soft plush of his bottom lip, then rubs along his canine, as if in a trance, before you pull him down for a kiss - one that teeters him right off the edge. the brunet groans, low and guttural, and drinks up the startled squeal that rips through your throat when he eases himself in right up to the brim - until he physically cannot drive it any deeper. large, clammy hands slide underneath your frame to eventually rest at the small of your back, effortlessly easing your hips off the mattress.

"oh, fuck- god, sorry, m'sorry, baby. feels too good." you're not sure why tobio-nii keeps apologizing - but figure out he's just delirious, high off arousal and pleasure that sears through every fibre in his body. to be fair, you don't mind - you don't care, and couldn't do it for the life of you. not with how thick and heavy his cock feels inside of you, pressing against all the spots that make it seem as if he's all the way up in your throat. "good girl. f-uck. my good little sis."

tobio nii was a mystery to many - but never to you. or, at least, not until the two turned into whatever this is. but with your eyes rolling back and brains turning to mush, head feeling airy with euphoria that's far too much for you to handle - you can't dwell about it too much anyway.

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: 💔 anon #😭 thE NEED FOR THEM BOTH IS ASTRONOMICAL ................ I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE #nonnie u fucking legend #this was the filthiest shit ive thought abt in a while </////3 #now brb i might need to cri a bit akjhfalks #★ ‧ ₊ after hours #oikawa <3 #baby kags <3 #✧˚ · . hq #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kageyama smut #kageyama x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader

[kaeyx]

Dazai who needs to be the older one in a relationship or even jus a hookup so he can feel like he’s more mature and more in control than his partner. Being with someone older than him would lead to him feeling helpless and inferior (or even worse, they’d be able to see through him and provide him with actual comfort and stir up feelings in him which is a no no). So he always want to be the older one to have an upper hand. Had a very brief phase in his pm days where he sought out older partners and regretted it the moment they touched his suppressed feelings and accidentally made him cry during sex when calling him a good boy.

On one hand I see where you're coming from and it matches very well with him, I think that's how he'd work with casual partners/hookups. On the other pillow princess Dazai is so very real to me, I know he'd be at his best when he can push and brat and misbehave with someone who he knows and trusts (ahem. Chuuya.) without any consequences. He just likes to be a nuisance for a bit before he gets pinned down and railed while getting called a princess, and honestly I can respect that.

Dazai crying during sex is so real to me though, it's definitely happened a few times and he always has to fake his death afterwards, it's so embarrassing. I think that if you managed to get into a good, solid relationship while he was still in the PM he could slowly get more comfortable with being babied. If you only meet him after he's joined the ADA it's going to take a few years of work for him to be truly vulnerable, without trying to immediately deflect or cover it up.

#dazai.bsd #calling Pmzai a good boy and your pretty princess while he cries is such a good visual #anyway i need to make a meme I'll brb

[roguelov]

I was violently reminded of Last of Us aka the Bill and Frank episode because their letter is addressed as today’s date

#brb while I go sob over strawberries #such a beautiful episode #cried like a baby the whole time #last of us

[fluffypotatey]

i fucking love when a friendship doesn’t decay

#met an old friend of mine #we haven’t talked in YEARS #hadn’t seen each other in years either #i always worried if i was the only one who missed how close we were when we were able to spend more time together #i used to wonder if she ever wondered what i was up to like i would wonder about her #AND FUCKING GUESS WHAT #IT WAS LIKE TEN YEARS NEVER HAPPENED #IT WAS LIKE WE WERE CATCHING UP AFTER A FUCKING MONTH #HER SMILE WAS AS BIG AS MINE #THERE WAS NO AWKWARDNESS OR GRIEF #JUST JOY AND EXCITEMENT AT SEEING EACH OTHER #i almost cried when driving home bc goddam #while we have grown and changed and found new routes to take #our friendship stayed just like before when we were younger and naive and just starting to grow cognizant of the world around us #late night talks with a potato #brb imma cry again

[renxmaiden]

"I'm so happy... I never imagined I would see the day that someone told me they loved me" 

Happy 14th Canonversary to RenMei 💜🤍

#RNMICanonDay #renmei #ren x jeanne #blank period renmei #my art #brb im going to cry cuz i cried a lot while drawing this and now im going to go cry even more

[zackcollins]

So, uh. My friends apparently love me. Because like. One of them surprised me by getting me one of those Cameo things for being such an amazing friend and being supportive and helpful with their summer school. That’s not even the half of it because the person they got to do the damned thing was, um, Zack Collins???? So, um, I’m gonna be dead for the next century if anyone needs me because I don’t think I’ll ever recover from something as generous as that.

#like the fuck did i do to deserve that #im nothing special man #but i appreciate it so goddamn much holy hell #hearing zachary allen collins call me by the /right/ name... #it was enough to make me almost die of a serotonin overdose #my favourite baseball player knows my right name #brb while i fucking pass away because thats way too much to handle #he also said he hoped they could win me world series for me??? like??? #dont make me feel even more things for you man im already in deep enough LOL #and the little thumbs up and goofy smile at the end vmklvfkvjkvf #help me im in love LOL #anyways #it was so sweet and i cri #zack collins #toronto blue jays #not technically baseball #not hockey #not mash #about r.t. #r.t. talks #r.t. interacts with friends #r.t. is such a simplord for zack collins #cameo #appreciation post

[elysiumcalled]

Would you find it weird & creepy or comforting if you knew the spirit of a loved one was still lingering and was doing stuff to make themselves known to you?

#idk if u don’t like paranormal stuff maybe don’t read the next tags #nothings happened I was just remembering stuff that has happened lol and it made me emotional 😂 #like not long after my grandad passed we moved into a new flat and in a part of wall that got replastered his face dried into it #he would mess with stuff in my nans house #when my baby cousin was a couple years old (he passed while my cousin was still pregnant with her) she said to her mum that there was a ma #man in the wardrobe #he said he was her grandad and asked how she was and she explained what he looked like and she was right #bare in mind she’s like 3 as well #and she wasn’t even shaken up by it because he felt friendly like it’s literally her grandad (even tho they never met😳) #other stuff has happened in my cousins house too like stuff repeatedly falling off the walls until she told my grandad off and to stop #and it didn’t happen again #TELL ME NOT TO BELIEVE IN THIS STUFF LIKE ITS SO REAL??? #i lit cried remembering all this #in my humble opinion #since nothing has happened in a long time #he waited around until he could properly meet my baby cousin #and then he passed over 🥺🥺🥺 #brb crying again

[missmielyhoran]

Long Live

Harry does his first ever tiktok live...

90sRockstar!Harry × Model!Reader

A/N- i- just read this...I cried thinking about this

(It's 2023, Harry and Reader are in their early 50s, Jackson and Sophie- 19)

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

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"Angel do I look good?" Harry asks you as he props his phone on the stand Jackson setup before he went to the studio.

"You always do Baby" You chuckled from the loveseat watching your husband fix his graying hair for millionth time.

It's been a long time since Harry and band stopped performing. The last album they released was almost five years ago and today was band's 25th birthday. So, Harry's management asked him to do a live stream.

He obviously didn't how amything worked considering the old man he was which you always told he wasn't seeing as people your age were still having kids while yours were about to go to college.

He felt old.

He noticed the whole time he was live as multiple comments rolled in. He thought tiktok was fun, Sophie even got him to make some with him which he thought was silly but again very fun.

"Hi I'm Harry" He introduced himself as if everyone already didn't know who he was. You shook your head amused.

"Oh there are so many people. How do I talk to them? Is it like face time?" He asked you but you were just as confused.

"I think you read the comments and reply to them babe" You guessed as you saw multiple people asking different questions and some sending weird emojis.

"Oh" He read the comments and laughed, "They want to see you Angel" He said and pulled you from the loveseat to beside him and wrapped his arms around your frame.

"Hi" You said laughing.

"As you all know it's my band's 25th anniversary so I decided to this live thingy my kids taught me the other day. I can't perform anymore any of us can't especially Mitch and his old man bones" he said teasingly knowing his best friend will see this.

"My kids are so smart cause if it was upto me I would've never been able to do this" He said as he read people finding it funny and sweet that he didn't know how to use tiktok.

As if on queue Sophie walked into the living room typing away on her phone.

"Sweety come here and say hi. I'm live on tiktok" Harry said eagerly. Sophie laughed and slid beside her dad putting her head on his shoulder.

"Do you guys know she got into Harvard? All by herself." Harry said proudly, "I don't even know where she got it from none of us are smart"

"Hey, I'm smarter than you" You said slapping his chest.

"I'm dumb as fuck Angel, Evie is smarter than me" He said laughing which turned into a cackle when Evie meowed from her bed half asleep across the room.

Harry decided to read some more comments and you decided to get onto preparing lunch. Sophie sat on the sofa letting her dad do her thing but also be there if he needed something.

"Hey, sweetie what does b and 4 means?" Harry asked quizzical to his daughter.

"It means before dad, like b and four" She explained, Harry's face morphed into a 'ohh' expression.

"That's smart" He said nodding his head. He read some more comments when someone put sunglasses on his face.

"Someone put sunglasses on me" He laughed and posed as if he was wearing real sunglasses, "This is fun"

He saw someone say 'brb gotta cry' and he felt bad, "I don't know who brb is but please don't cry" He said his lips turning into a soft frown.

Sophie laughed from her seat and explained to her dad that it didn't mean someone was literally crying which made him feel embarrassed flushing his face a bit.

Harry was having fun with this new technology nonetheless and Sophie was having fun watching her dad experience new things. She knew this will be added to the plathora of Harry Styles compilations there are on YouTube (which he very much enjoys watching).

She was lost in thought of maybe teching him how to use instagram and maybe doing a live there also when he spoke up again.

*****

"Why are so many people here calling me dilf? what's a dilf?" He asked confused and Sophie decided that she is not letting him do live again.

Idk where this came from I was listening to Long live by Tay. also by sweating I meant this emoji 🥵

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[silversainz]

softcore - CL 16

Charles leclerc x singer!reader

summary: you can’t stop teasing your fans about the release of your new album and neither can Charles

notes : combined two different requests together <3 also ignore how shit the ig story’s look, not exactly the best at editing <3

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been working and hanging lately ❤️🥰😇

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allfory/n so when’s the album dropping? 😇🔪

y/n/l/n maybe soon, maybe not 😇

allfory/n you’re not my favorite artist anymore

Charles_leclerc hard working girl 🥰❤️

y/n/l/n come home I miss you 😢

y/nfan16 you look so pretty

leclercwdc16 you and Charles are such couple goals and I’m so lonely 🥰

landonorris drop the album COWARD

y/n/l/n I’m calling your mom for saying coward young man

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my sweet girl is working hard for her next album ❤️

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y/b/f/l/n tell her to get some sleep now 🙄

charles_leclerc she said no and then fell asleep 🤔

ashleclerc16 even the back of her is so beautiful wtf

sainzz55 ‘my sweet girl’ brb jumping off a cliff

charlesfan16 imagine getting called sweet girl by the Charles Leclerc, I’m sobbing myself to sleep tonight

allfory/n so Charles when’s the album dropping honeybun 😋

charles_leclerc not saying anything ☺️

allfory/n I don’t like you or y/n

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this what it feels like to be me: an album based on my entire life. from things I wish I could say out loud , to the god awful things that linger in my head so much, that it terrifies me, to me not having the best-of-the-best relationship with my parents and having to teach myself everything about, life itself.

this album is so very important to me and I hope it speaks out to you in many ways ❤️

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ashleclerc16 y/n I’m crying so much

Hamiltonvettel the whole two years was worth the wait, I can’t stop crying

sainzz1655 when you said ‘daddy left to get food, but only came home with bottles of liquor’ i started bawling my eyes out

y/b/f/l/n so fucking proud of you

Y/n/l/n I love you so much big sis ❤️

allfory/n sorry for everything I said….this album is a masterpiece and I can’t stop the tears from flowing

vettelmick47 I didn’t know a album could hit as hard as this one

landonorris proud of you sis 💗

y/n/l/n love you lil brother ❤️

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my angel dropped her debut album and it’s a wonderful masterpiece, go listen ❤️🐶

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allfory/n still very much crying

delreyleclerc I haven’t cried this much in a while and I can’t stop

y/b/f/l/n proud of our girl 💕

y/n/l/n I love you so so much ❤️

Vettelmick47 tears just keep falling from my eyes

ashleclerc16 ignoring my tears that dog is adorable 😭

leclercsainz5 the duel you both made is one of the most Beautifullest thing ever 

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Luke’s Debut Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

idk the dates they lived in toronto so this is my diy timeline now tysm

this seems moot now but it’s fine

TUESDAY, APRIL 11TH

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yourusername tonight was a very special night for the hughes family, a family i’m proud to say has become my own. tonight, my favorite little brother, my favorite (for tonight) son, and one of my best friends whom i love so dearly had his nhl debut tonight and i couldn’t be more proud of him!

i remember sitting with you at jack’s draft and telling you, “that’ll be you next!” i sat in the stands during your games back when you were in elementary school and i remember you running straight to me after your team won post losing a few games in a row. you told me that you’d win for me next game i went to; and you did! you ran right past jim and ellen and shouted, “sissy, i told you i’d win for you!” i’m crying writing this out but it was too pure to not share during this moment. you won for me tonight, too, bubs❤️

i’ve seen you annihilate the collegiate hockey world, and now i get to watch you do the same in the nhl. it was a privilege to sit in those stands tonight and watch you take your solo rookie lap, and i hope you know how hard i cried over it. we’ve been waiting for this day since the day i met you all. i was there for quinn’s debut, i was there for jack’s, but being there for yours is a memory that beats them all. maybe it’s because i feel like a proud older sister and i’m younger than the other two, or maybe it’s because of how good our bond is. whatever it is, i will never stop being proud of you. you’re going to be golden, lukey moosey, and i hope you’re excited for it. i love you so much!

p.s. i can’t end without say congratulations to my soulmate! he best a 22 year devils record tonight with his 43rd goal! poetic, isn’t it? i’m proud of you and love you so much, jacky boy <3

with love,

sissy❤️ #RaiseHell

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lhughes_06 sissy, you’re going to make me cry! i love you too❤️

yourusername hurry home then and cry with me while we watch quintin!!

lhughes_06 tell your ex husband to get ready faster!

yourusername brb

dylanduke25 you DID make me cry, sissy! so proud of you luke!

yourusername i’ll let the sissy pass because it’s a special day! i miss you, duker!

dylanduke25 i miss you, too!

lhughes_06 thank you, duker!

user6 hughes curse broken…?

_alexturcotte so proud of you lil bro! you are the superior hughes! @/lhughes_06💯💯

yourusername me and ellen are the superior hughes’s but it’s lukey moosey’s night so i’ll let it slide

lhughes_06 thank you, turc! miss you!

lhughes_06 @/yourusername you really are the superior hughes

jackhughes facts

_alexturcotte facts

_quinnhughes facts

user92 the stories in the caption i can’t

jackhughes i am beyond proud of you, lukey! you’re going to do amazing things for the devils and the league! love you! (sissy, please don’t have us all crying on the couch)

lhughes_06 thanks, jacky! love you, too. (you’ve met sissy, right?)

yourusername (reminder that lukey moosey said the same thing to me after his first umich win)

jackhughes (FUCK)

_quinnhughes (i don’t cry, so don’t make me)

lhughes_06 (psa i did tell sissy i’d win for her tonight just like that game)

_quinnhughes (this is fine)

umichhockey that’s our boy!

user77 i’m crying oh my god

edwards.73 @/lhughes_06 we all watched your game together! so proud of you, bro! can’t wait to join you!

yourusername lukey’s debut already killed me don’t remind me of yours! rude head

lhughes_06 thank you, eddy! you’ll love it here!

edwards.73 @/yourusername i’m sorry…?

lhughes_06 @/edwards.73 correct

yourusername @/edwards.73 i accept your apology, child number two

user6 new lore just dropped and it’s a tear jerker😭 so proud of you, luke!

_quinnhughes i remember that game! he was excited for days after. i’m proud of you, lukey! i’ll be hiding in the stands during playoffs! i love you! @/lhughes_06

lhughes_06 i love you, too, quinny

yourusername big brother of the year alert (kinda)

jackhughes @/yourusername you can sleep outside

yourusername @/jackhughes mom would have you sleep outside before me

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes that is true

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes stone cold fact

user22 congratulations luke!

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 i’m proud of you, bud! congratulations on your debut! go ahead and cry my girlfriend out so she runs out of tears when she comes home!

lhughes_06 thanks, z! and i’ll break out more elementary school me stories for you

trevorzegras thank you for your service🫡

yourusername @/lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras we aren’t friends/dating/siblings/mom and son for the next fifteen minutes

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 look what you did

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras LOOK WHAT YOU DID

user38 i might be crying harder than y/n

yourusername you can try, but you will not succeed

nicohischier proud of you, luke! can’t wait to see what you do here!

lhughes_06 thank you!

yourusername nico!!! light of my life!!! welcome to my comment section!!! i love you sm come cuddle!!

nicohischier @/yourusername i love you, too! and okay, sure

jackhughes @/nicohichier careful she clings

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes when did she start climbing under shirts to cuddle

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale quinn

_quinnhughes she was scared of storms when she was younger, okay! @/jackhughes @.jamie.drysdale

mackie.samo go little rockstar

lhughes_06 heading for our last fight before our worlds part

yourusername that lyric would’ve been suitable post frozen four semi finals but do your thing baby smurf

lhughes_06 i will thank you

mackie.samo he will thank you

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[explorevenus]

what would sp!leon's reaction be if the baby had the most minor accident ever... i'm talking like they like... hit their leg w a lego block or something

stop cus he's such a drama queen like if sp!leon had it his way he would keep darling and baby in bubble wrap

i can already imagine one of sp!leon's biggest hurdles in getting used to parenthood is realizing that if he overreacts to a minor spill/injury/whatever, it does nothing but make the baby 10x more panicked and upset

cus he sees baby running around playing and she trips a little bit, maybe scrapes a knee if even that, and he's like SHARP GASP OH MY GODDD MY BABYY ARE YOU OKAY LET ME SEE IT

anyway if there's one thing we know about sp!leon's crazy ass it's that he loves a good excuse to dote on his princesses so i def think that like once the emotions simmer out (for both of them) he's more than content to do the whole kiss-it-better routine

scraped knee? he's carrying baby back inside, propping her up on the countertop, cleaning it up, letting her pick what kind of bandage she wants, pasting it on with such care. wasp sting? he'll hold her while she cries for however long she needs, rubbing her back and wiping her tears and promising that nest will be gone by the next time she goes outside to play.

bumped her head? stepped on a lego? got a splinter? each and every time he's right there babying her like she lost an arm, full content to cradle her close and let her cry on him and coo to her about how brave she is.

"that's daddy's tough little princess, huh? didn't hurt so bad at all, did it? and you know what, that band-aid looks pretty cool, baby... and you sat so good and still for me so i could make it all better. that was very brave of you."

brb while i Sob Uncontrollably

#goddess on the mountain top #yandere!leon kennedy #something permanent #nyx !!!

[hier--soir]

okay hear me out…

joel and reader find their way back to Joel’s old house in Texas somehow. the angst. the drama. the COMFORT FROM READER TO JOEL MY HEART.

you’re breaking my heart here, kelp. this one hurt. i’m sorry it took me nothing short of a century to write, but i hope you enjoy this in some kind of way.

warnings/tags: set after tlou pt one timeline, established relationship, angst, grief, mentions of the death of a child, panic attack, hurt/comfort, the real birthday card sarah wrote joel from tlou game brb bawling. wc: 2.6k

Joel’s home in Texas sat at the end of a cul-de-sac.

The houses on the street were run down after decades of rain and sun making the wood deteriorate. The bodies of the buildings sagged as if they’d exhaled a breath one day, and never inhaled another. Your eyes wandered over them as you rode past, trying to imagine what the street had looked like all those years ago when Joel had lived there. Did your best to picture him cruising down the road in his truck, young and carefree, listening to the radio as he drove home from work. The idea made a small smile drift across your face, but it faded as you glanced back to him. He rode a few paces ahead of you, and his broad shoulders were tense, hinting that he was gripping the reins of his horse for dear life.

The pair of you had been travelling for something like a month, all the way from Wyoming, to reach this point. And for most of the trip, he’d remained the Joel you knew and loved. Quiet, and funny, with the warmest smile. But as you’d neared Texas state lines, he’d withdrawn. Started to shut you out; talking less and seldom laughing at your jokes. You knew it was hard for him, to return after so much time, and so you didn’t push him. But that didn’t mean your heart didn’t pang nervously as he pulled his horse to a halt outside of a house.

Closure, Tommy had called it.

“You gotta go back, Joel,” he’d said one night at the dining hall in Jackson. “Even if it’s just once. You owe it to yourself.”

It had taken months to convince his older brother. After three years living in Jackson, Joel had become so comfortable in his new life. He had come so far from being the man you’d heard stories about when he and Ellie first arrived in the settlement.

He’s dangerous, people would whisper. He’s killed people.

And at first, you’d feared him alongside the rest of your community. Until he wormed his way into your heart, and shared himself with you. Yes, he was dangerous, and yes, he had killed, that much you were aware of. But in time, he confided in you. Things about his past that he’d never been able to verbalise to anyone, whispered in your ear while hidden under the sheets of his bed. He trusted you, and you trusted him. And so when Tommy finally wore him down enough that he agreed to go back to Texas, he said he’d only go if you went with him.

“Just to see it,” Joel had said adamantly on the day you left Jackson, as the pair of you saddled your horses. “It’ll be nice just to see it.”

“Long way to go just to see it,” you’d said quietly, stomach twisting with an unfamiliar feeling. You knew what lay within his house in Texas. Knew what memories resided there, festering inside the walls. The ghosts of who he once was, of the life he was supposed to live. The memory of… her. The daughter he’d lost.

He talked about her more and more, the longer you knew him. Shared stories, confessed to you when things reminded him of her, and the way it made him feel. He dreamt about her often. A few mornings out of every month he would wake with a thin sheen of sweat on his face, muscles tense as he cried out for her, begged her to stay. And you would soothe him, brush the hair off his forehead and hold him, lulling him back to sleep with soft words in his ear and gentle kisses against his hairline.

Standing outside of the house, the thought flitted through your mind once more. Your eyes darted warily between the old property and him. Staring at the profile of his face, you tried to discern an emotion; tried to gage any hint of feeling there. But Joel’s face was blank, forehead smooth, mouth a thin line, as he tied the horses up.

Without a word, he was walking up the driveway toward the front door. Pulse quickening, you trailed behind on numb legs, hand gripping the gun holstered on your hip. If you hoped for anything, it was that infected weren’t holed up inside the house you’d travelled so far to see.

The front door gave way easily under his weight, and a cloud of dust exploded around the pair of you as you stepped past the threshold. And it was… a house. No, a home. No sounds came from within, no rustling or footsteps or clicking. It seemed uninhabited. Safe. You stood behind Joel, waiting for his signal.

Joel cleared his throat, peering around with a tense jaw. “Look around. See if we can find anything useful to take back with us.” You noticed he didn’t refer to Jackson as home.

He wandered slowly through the lower level of the house, not touching anything at first, as if he were hesitant to lay his hands over the things that had once been his possessions. You watched him silently, carefully, allowing him to take the lead. And when he ducked through a set of double doors into a different room, you couldn’t help but analyse the space, how things had been left, all those years ago.

The place was clearly well-lived in. A few plates and bowls rested in the sink, a mug on the counter. A DVD rested on a coffee table by the couch, some 80s action flick with two guys on the cover. Curtis and Viper 2, it read in bold red lettering, This time it���s a family affair. You smiled curiously but didn’t pick it up to read the back.

Rustling came from the doors Joel was behind, and you figured you should start looking around as well. You padded heavily up the stairs, dush and grime loosing into the air as your boots worked against the old carpet. The landing was large, and you could see a few doorways from where you stood. Peeking through the first one, you saw a large bed, a TV mounted on the wall, and a treadmill. You huffed quietly, trying to picture a world in which Joel would run on a machine while watching television. The image was difficult to conjure.

“Y’find anything?” Joel’s gruff voice carried up the stairs.

“Not yet,” you hollered.

“Check the bathroom,” he called. “Might be some painkillers in there. Old antibiotics maybe.”

“On it.”

You moved further down the hall, nudging your boot against a closed door before peering in.

Posters covered the walls, dusty and faded from years of sunlight shining in the window. A double bed with blueish green covers, two sets of drawers. And pictures… so many pictures, tacked against the pink walls, depicting smiling, happy faces. Some that you’d come to know well, and one that you’d never seen before.

Stepping further into the room, you stared at the photograph stuck above her bedhead. It was of Tommy and Joel, with a small girl tucked underneath his arm, her arms wrapped around his middle as she beamed at the camera. Sarah. You swallowed down the ball of emotion that had settled in your throat.

“Found some scissors and tape,” Joel hollered, and you gave a half-hearted shout of acknowledgement in return.

Your lungs tightened, and suddenly your breathing was shorter, the knowledge that you were standing in his daughter’s room almost suffocating you. You turned quickly, with every intention of leaving the room, until something on the dresser opposite her bed caught your eye.

A small, faded card. White paper that had yellowed and faded over the years, that had a cartoon drawing of a dinosaur wearing a party hat across the front. The word ‘CONGRATULATIONS!’ was scrawled in red print below it.

Your fingers ghosted across the paper, feeling the thinness of it; the delicate fragility of something that hadn’t been touched by another human being in over twenty years. Careful not to cause any damage, you opened it. Your eyes turned blurry as they trailed over the words scribbled on the card.

Dear Dad, Let’s see… you’re never around, you hate the music I’m into, you practically despise the movies I like, and yet somehow you still manage to be the best dad every year. How do you do that? Happy Birthday, Pops! Sarah.

A tear rolled off your chin and landed on your shirt, leaving a dark stain. You sniffled sharply, wiping the wet sensation from your face. The flimsy paper shook in your grip, and you found yourself anxious that it would disintegrate at any moment.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Joel’s voice was steely, low. You flinched, the card tumbling out of your hand and back onto the chest. Your partner loomed tall in the doorway, staring you down. His face was thunderous, expression a mask of fury that you’d never expected to have directed at you, in this lifetime or the next. Dark eyes glared at you, as his mouth twisted into a snarl, lip curled up to reveal gritted teeth.

“Joel,” you breathed, wiping furiously at your cheeks again to remove any sign that you’d been crying. “I’m sorry, I was jus-“

“Why are you touching her things?”

You noticed his eyes never moved off you. He didn’t dare look around the room, her room. “I’m sorry,” you repeated feebly. “I didn’t- I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”

He diverted his gaze, staring down at what you had dropped.

“What is that?” he asked. His voice was quieter, softer. It was like every one of his features pinched together in the middle of his face, and he took a slow step into the room.

“It’s a card,” you told him, slowly reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. He met your gaze, silently asking you to tell him more without him having to ask. “The birthday card she wrote for you. I’m sorry, I know it’s personal and I shouldn’t ha—”

“She never gave me a birthday card that year.”

“What?”

“No card. Just the watch.”

Your eyesight blurred as you stared at him. He moved slowly, as if he had to beg his limbs to work and even then, they dragged along the ground. When he picked it up, the card looked so small in his large hands. Long, dirt-stained fingers gripped the withered paper, splaying it open so he could read it.

And for a moment, everything was still. No movement, no sound, nothing could interrupt the way his eyes danced along the messy handwriting, devouring every letter. A few minutes passed, and you realised he was reading it over and over again. His chest began to rise and fall faster, as short sharps breaths rattled in and out of his lungs.

“Joel,” you whispered, voice hoarse with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and you shook your head and took a hesitant step towards him, but you were too slow.

His knees buckled, and he dropped onto the carpet with a heavy thud. You cursed, crouching beside him to get a better look at his face. Silent tears streamed from his eyes, rolling down the hills of his cheekbones before disappearing into his beard. His chapped lips quivered as he silently mouthed the words written on the card, not meeting your eye. You placed a hand on his back and stifled the sound of despair that worked its way up your throat.

“Joe—”

“My baby girl,” he choked out, finally looking at you.

“I know,” you hushed desperately, rubbing soft circles on his back. “I know.”

“N-never saw this,” Joel grunted. It seemed painful for him to speak, and his left hand reached up to press against his chest. Fear spiked inside you, and your hand tightened on his back. “She never—” he paused, upper body swaying.

His mouth was downturned, low breathy sobs escaping his lips as he tried to regain control of his body. But it was out of his control, and you could see the fear crawling under his skin as memories of Sarah wormed through his brain, and twisted his insides.

“I know,” you repeated gently. “I need you to breathe, Joel. Can you hear me?” he nodded faintly, fingertips crinkling the corner of the card where he held it. “Need you to breathe with me now. Slowly, in and out, like this. Don’t go passing out on me.”

He shook his head quickly, but copied the sound of your exaggerated breaths, sucking in air before expelling it heavily. “My girl,” he muttered, and you nodded, kissing his shoulder quickly. “I failed her, I—"

“No,” you said sharply, and finally he looked at you. Bloodshot, grief-stricken eyes stared at you as you shook your head. “You did everything you could. She said it herself, you’re the best dad. She loves you so much, Joel, I can feel it.” His chest shook, and he was silent, breathing heavily as he absorbed your words. You rested your hand atop the one on his chest, slotting your fingers in-between his. His heartbeat thudded aggressively against his sternum, vibrating against your hands.

He squeezed your fingers painfully tight, closing his eyes. “I wish I could just—” he gasped quietly, voice rattling. “Wish I could see her, need to see her.”

You dropped to your knees, pressing your back against his shoulder and cradling him in your arms as he shook. You pressed your hand firmer against his.

“Right here,” you whispered. “This is where it is – her love for you. She’s here, every single day, every second, you just have to let yourself feel it.”

“I don’t know how,” he said desperately. You soothed him quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he leant heavier against you. “I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” you murmured against his hair, feeling the way his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. “I’m here, let me help you.”

For a while, the pair of you stayed like that. Resting on the carpet in his daughter’s bedroom, leaning against each other’s as a thick silence blanketed you.

You didn’t move a muscle until he said he wanted to leave, and watched him pack the things he’d found into a bag, keenly aware of the way he slid the card between the pages of a thick book and tucked it into the bag as well, careful not to crease it.

Joel was quiet as you left the house, quiet as you untied the horses. Quiet as he rode down the street, with you a few paces behind, heading away from the cul-de-sac, the broken-down houses, Curtis and Viper 2, and the pictures on Sarah’s bedroom wall. For a few days, he didn’t say much at all, and most nights on the trip back to Jackson, as the pair of you settled in your sleeping bags to rest, he would look. He would wait until he thought you were asleep, and then you’d hear him take the book out of his bag, flipping through the pages until he found the birthday card, so he could read her words once more.

And you weren’t naïve. You knew that a part of him would forever be broken, after Sarah’s death. A hole in his heart that nothing and no one could mend – not a second daughter, nor a relationship. But so long as you lived, you knew you would be there, right behind him. To hold him and remind him to feel that love; to breathe it in, to savour Sarah’s love and kindness in his heart, in the hopes that remembering the light would help shut out a little of the darkness.

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 388. brb x oc

a/n: aaaaaaaaa just fluff (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none

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They stay there for a while, just…enjoying the silence. It’s been a while since they stayed like that, just sitting together, watching the ocean. She hums, pressing her temple to his shoulder, looking at him from time to time - he cried for a few minutes ever since they got there and she couldn’t blame him,really. It was a lot that happened in…hours.

From seeing old friends to having some weird guy mention his mom…she doesn’t blame him. “Hey.” she calls softly and he looks down at her, a small smile on his face “You feeling better?”

Rooster nodded, his smile widening as he looked into Beatrice's eyes. "Yeah, I am," he replied softly, his voice filled with warmth, "Being here with you, it...it helps."

Beatrice's heart swelled with love at Rooster's words, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I'm glad," she murmured, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, "You deserve to feel at peace."

Rooster leaned into Beatrice's touch, closing his eyes as he savored the warmth of her hand against his skin. "Thank you, Bea," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper, "For everything."

Beatrice smiled, her heart overflowing with love for the man sitting beside her. "You don't have to thank me, Roos," she murmured softly, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what, you know that."

They sat together in silence, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore serving as a soothing backdrop to their thoughts. Rooster felt a sense of gratitude wash over him as he basked in the warmth of Beatrice's presence, his heart filled with a profound sense of peace.

After a while, Beatrice broke the silence, her voice soft and tentative. "Roos," she began, "Do you want to talk about what happened back there?"

Rooster's smile faltered slightly at Beatrice's question, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. "I...I'm not sure," he admitted quietly, "It's just...a lot to process, you know?"

Beatrice nodded in understanding, her hand reaching out to squeeze Rooster's reassuringly. "I know, Roos," she murmured softly, "But I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to talk about it."

Rooster sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he leaned back against the cliff. "It's just...seeing John and the others, it brought back memories that I'd rather forget," he confessed, his voice tinged with sadness, "And then him mentioning my mom...it just hit a nerve, you know?...a big one"

Beatrice's heart ached at the pain in Rooster's voice, her fingers tracing comforting circles on his hand as she listened to him speak. "I know.”

“She wouldn’t want me to lose it.”

“Well…you didn’t lose it. You just lunged at him, but you didn’t hit him.”

He pursed his lips “I wanted to though.”

Beatrice's heart sank at Rooster's admission, her own frustration bubbling up at the thought of someone mentioning his mother in such a careless manner. She reached out to cup Rooster's face in her hands.

"I understand, Roos," she murmured softly, "But you're stronger than that. You didn't let it consume you, and that's what matters."

Rooster nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at Beatrice's words. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed quietly, "I guess I just...I don't know. It's hard to let go of the past sometimes."

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand “I know it is, Roos, don’t I know it" she replied softly, "But you are doing really well…therapy has been helping you a lot. Dr.Paulson would be proud of you.”

Rooster's smile softened at Beatrice's mention of Dr. Paulson, the therapist who had been instrumental in helping him navigate through his past traumas. "Yeah, Dr. Paulson has been a godsend," he admitted gratefully, "I don't know where I'd be without him."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, her heart swelling with gratitude for the compassionate therapist who had helped Rooster heal. "He's helped you  in more ways than one," she murmured softly, "I'm just grateful that he came into our lives when he did."

Rooster leaned his head against Beatrice's, "Me too," he murmured softly, "You know…”

“Hm?”

“I think this is what it is,right? This…” he arches his brows “I feel fulfilled.I got you,I got the kids…I got the job— now the promotion.I’ve been angry for many years and I never felt like I was doing enough. It was fucking empty.”

“...Roos…”

“When I met you, god.” his smile turns soft “I just felt–I wanted to be yours.”

Oh.

Oh.

Beatrice’s cheeks reddened. He never said that to her before. Her lips parted in surprise and her eyes widened “...w-what?”

Rooster's smile grew wider at Beatrice's flustered response, his heart swelling with affection for the woman sitting beside him. He reached out to take her hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I wanted to be yours," he repeated softly, his voice filled with sincerity, "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. Someone I wanted to build a life with."

Beatrice felt her heart flutter at Rooster's words, her cheeks flushing even brighter as she met his gaze with wide eyes. "Roos," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion, "I...I don't know what to say. You did mentioned you wanted me to be yours but…"

“I know…I know…” Rooster smiled, his thumb gently caressing the back of Beatrice's hand as he leaned in closer to her. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured softly, "Just know that you've changed my life in ways I never thought possible."

Beatrice felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her chest tight with overwhelming emotion. She leaned into Rooster's embrace, resting her head against his shoulder as she allowed herself to revel in the warmth of his love.

"I love you, Roos," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "Gosh,I can’t believe you are making me cry!!”

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

Beatrice smiled through her tears, her heart overflowing with love for the man sitting beside her. "I'm more than okay," she replied softly, "I'm just...overwhelmed by everything you've said. you are so sweet, Roos."

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's words, his heart swelling with affection for the woman who had captured his heart. "I'm glad," he murmured, "Because you mean the world to me…Do you want to stay here a little longer? We could watch the sunrise together."

Beatrice's eyes lit up with excitement at Rooster's suggestion, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I would love that," she replied eagerly, "It sounds perfect. I don’t want to get back to the hotel yet."

Rooster grinned, his heart swelling with happiness at Beatrice's enthusiasm. He squeezed her hand gently before rising to his feet, pulling her up with him.

"Then let's stay," he said, his voice filled with excitement, "I want to watch the sunrise with you by my side."

It doesn’t take long for the sky to begin to lighten with hues of pink and orange, Rooster felt a sense of peace settle over him. He leaned his head against Beatrice's, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who had become his everything.

"It's beautiful," Beatrice murmured softly, her eyes fixed on the horizon, "Absolutely breathtaking."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his gaze never leaving Beatrice's face as he watched the sunrise reflected in her eyes. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Beatrice blushed at Rooster's words, her heart fluttering in her chest at the intensity of his gaze. She leaned into him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as they watched the first rays of sunlight break through the clouds.

They sat together in silence, lost in the beauty of the moment as they watched the sunrise together. And in that moment, Rooster knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be - with Beatrice by his side, watching the world awaken with a sense of wonder and awe.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm glow over the ocean, Rooster felt a sense of renewal wash over him. He knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as he had Beatrice by his side, he could face them with courage and strength.

"Thank you for being here with me," he whispered softly, his voice filled with gratitude, "For everything."

Beatrice smiled, her heart overflowing with love for the man sitting beside her. "Thank you for loving me.”

“You are easy to love,gorgeous.”

“So are you.”

He chuckles softly, “You never had any doubts about me?”

Beatrice shook her head, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked into Rooster's eyes. "Never," she replied, "From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Something that drew me to you like a magnet."

Rooster's heart swelled with affection at Beatrice's words, his gaze softening as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

“...I mean,I know you were attracted to me and if we weren’t such chickens we’d be together before but…” he hums, “I dunno,it just makes me happy. Y’know, seeing you working at the bar was always great.”

She grins, kissing his cheek, “You wanna know one of my favorite memories at the bar before we dated?”

"Tell me," he urged softly, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips, "I'm all ears."

Beatrice chuckled, her cheeks flushing with excitement as she recounted the memory. "Okay, so remember that night when  you and the guys showed up, being pilots and all.” he rolls his eyes with a smile, “And then– gosh, feels weird now, but I was like,admiring you.”

“Oh?How so?”

Beatrice blushed at the memory, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her own admission. "Well," she began, "I may have been...checking you out from behind the bar. You know, admiring the view."

Rooster's grin widened at Beatrice's confession, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer to her. "Is that so?" he teased, his voice filled with amusement, "I never knew I had such an admirer."

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, swatting Rooster's arm with mock indignation. "Oh, hush," she scolded, her laughter bubbling up between them, "You know you liked the attention."

Rooster chuckled, pulling Beatrice closer to him as they shared a moment of shared laughter. "Maybe I did," he admitted, his tone softening as he looked into her eyes, "But you always ran away from me, I had no idea then.”

Beatrice's laughter faded into a warm smile as she leaned into Rooster's embrace, her gaze meeting his with affection. "Well, I…just was nervous, you know….

Rooster chuckled, his arm tightening around Beatrice's waist as he pulled her closer. "I always knew there was something special about you."

Beatrice's smile softened into a tender expression as she looked up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. "And I always knew there was something special about you too," she murmured, her voice filled with sincerity.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm glow over the beach, Rooster felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. Gratitude for Beatrice, for their love, and for the countless moments they had shared together.

"Gorgeous view.” but he wasn’t looking away from her “Sunrise too,but.”

“Roos.”

“What? I’m serious, why look at that when I can look at you?”

She scoffs softly, shaking her head and gently shoving his shoulder “You remain relentless.Lt.Commander.”

Rooster chuckled at Beatrice's playful retort, his heart swelling with affection for the woman beside him. He leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek before pulling her into a warm embrace.

"I can't help it," he replied with a grin, "You're just too beautiful to look away from."

Beatrice laughed softly, her heart fluttering at Rooster's words as she leaned into his embrace. She gazed up at him with adoring eyes, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest at the intensity of his gaze.

"You're not so bad yourself, Lieutenant Commander," she teased, her voice filled with affection, "I guess I can tolerate your relentless charm."

Rooster grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in to capture Beatrice's lips in a tender kiss.

#im happy yall are still here #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[mystic-warriors]

Hiiii

Maybe you've seen it already, but I basically just when over your art lmao, I love it!

I saw you wanted Whisper situations to draw? I don't know if you still do, but I wanted to give one just in case.

You could draw the ending of 1? When the yokais were supposed to disappear from the human world. I feel like human whisper in this moment would be great.

Also, what would your design for human Whispocrates be?

Sorry if it is not a welcome thing, but love your art!

AUHGGGGGGGGGG DANG YOU DANG YOU DANG YOU FOR MAKING ME RELIVE THAT SCENE AHHHH/J/LH/NM

Here you go you sick fu-/j/j/j

Brb gonna go sob now

Oh and before people point this out I DIDNT DRAW THE OTHER YOKAI AS HUMANS BECAUSE RESPECTFULLY FUCK THAT I AINT DRAWIN ALL THAT LMAO

OK NO BUT I LITERALLY KNEW THIS SCENE WAS GONNA HAPPEN WHILE PLAYING, AND I KNEW THAT THEY WERE GOBBA REUNITE BECAUSE HOW ELSE WOULD POST GAME BUT I STILL FREAKING CRIED MAN AUHGGG

as always human Whisper design stolen from Bechnokid!

I might make a followup comic on them reuniting or do the second part of the ask (Human whispocrates) but that would be ✨ later ✨

OH YEAH ALSO ALSO HEAD CANON WHISPER FUCKING NEW THEY WOULD MEET AGAIN SUPER SOON BECAUSE OTHERWISE HE'D BE CRYING HIS HEAD OFF AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

*cough* oh yeah, and thanks for the ask and compliments! lmao ♡

#yokai watch #yo kai watch #yokai watch whisper #art #yo kai watch whisper #youkai watch #youkai watch whisper #human whisper #jibanyan #yokai watch jibanyan #btw sad i feel the need to add this but THIS IS NOT A SHIP #yo kai watch jibanyan #comic #fan comic #katie forester #yo kai watch katie #yokai watch katie

[onejellyfishplease]

Reason I follow you (or started following you) is finding your unmutated Donnie comic lmao. And I'm pretty sure later on i Independently read open your shell and then connected the dots like OH SHIT?? SAME PERSON??

Also funny story but did you know I can dislocate/pop out my bottom jaw? Cause I can. And it happens on its own when I yawn. but sometimes it doesn't snap back into place which is annoying cause I have to go to the ER for them to set it back into place

fun

Also compliments yes remember your amazing like literally look in a mirror and think about the fact things you make have made me so emotional I cried. You're literally so cool how do you do that . How dare you be so cool and awesome HUH >:(

(this is for the "what do you want to see in your ask box" thing)

^o^

I can pop my jaw too! not as much as I could while I was doing my exams tho, which is weird. Ive never had to go to the ER though, that sounds scary 0.0

also

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going to a mirror now brb

#you are one of my fav people on tumblr Scroll I hope you know that #your rants are so fun ^^ #<3