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every-four-lu · 2 years
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judasisgayriot · 1 month
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How was it possible for him to be So Small. Further research required
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willowser · 4 months
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aww, the idea of bakugou showing up to some kind of family get-together with you and your little baby 🥺 and maybe he doesn't come around to them often because he's always so busy with work, but all his cousins and aunts and uncles get to see his lil family 🥺 how different he is around you 🥺 his lil mini me that adores him 🥺
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darth-sonny · 1 year
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that post i made about the three amigos with the turtle tots, but now with pictures!!
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of-mutts-and-men · 23 days
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Need a sugar daddy/mommy to pay my rent so I can get my own place and moan loud and freely when I’m abusing my red aching cock. And to invite people over to watch me abuse said cock. So so mean making me keep it all in.
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carnivalcarrion · 5 months
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had a human au thought of Barnaby and Wally. idk doing their taxes or going through bills together since they share a house & Barnaby going "hey we could get married for tax benefits and health insurance. wait no what if i want to marry Howdy someday? it's illegal to be married to two people." Wally goes "we could get divorced" and Barnaby gets legitimately sad like:
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#wally: uhhhhhh. um. i think i left the oven running#barnaby: YOU DONT BAKE- GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER THE QUESTION#in human au barnaby's ideal world he can marry both his platonic life-partner And the love of his life#but the american government says No smh#my heart goes out to polyams everywhere#fuckkkkk getting unwell about this aus barnaby and wally again everyone#like i have so many different little plot lines and mini aus for the au#like what if there was a covid arc?#in my mind lockdown happens while wally is Elsewhere#so he cant exactly get back home! and obviously no one is happy about that but wally is dealing well enough#but barnaby's like 🥺 my lil buddys out there all on his own and im alone here so im gonna call him every day#(also i like to think that howdy spends lockdown w/ barn or vice-versa but this aint about that)#wally: vibing#barnaby: a bit of a wreck#absolutely unprompted#wh modern human au#but then also Angsty Thoughts of yo when they all get old uhhh who dies first#and In My Mind! they both die within a few days of each other#maybe barnaby goes first and wally just. pines away. broken heart syndrome babey!#also having soft thoughts of them when they first became friends#barnaby taking him to the farm and introducing him to the animals <3#wally trying to help out with morning chores after a sleepover <3#ms. beagle absolutely adoring wally and always having his favorite snacks In Stock for whenever he comes by <3#that one time barnaby broke somebody's jaw for going a little too far w/ insulting wally & almost got expelled <3#mannn they're so! honestly goals#oh and later on when they have their own place wally having his own lil art studio#and barnaby continuing to be his go-to muse <3#wally probably has so much fuckign art of barnaby lmao#OHHHHH AND THE CAR CRASH ARCCCCC DONT EVEN GET ME FUCKIGN STARTED#EMOTIONS CENTRAL THAT IS
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baileyboo2016 · 5 months
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Four and Shadow 💚❤️💙💜🖤
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this can also be flipped around so shadow is right side up! :)
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poetryinsilence · 1 year
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Boyfriend Corey Cunningham 🔪 (18+)
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🚨contains possibly some dark (maybe) triggering themes
-Corey is sweet and nice when you first met him. Kinda like the boy next door type
-He’s always there when you need help or when things needs a fixin’ (broken down kitchen appliances, car needs an oil change)
-You bump into him quite often when you’re out on grocery runs or simply going for a walk (weird coincidence right?)
-gradually, he began asking you out on dates and movie nights with him and you slowly fell in love with the cute quirks about him
-you’d be the one to confess that you love him. After hearing so, he would be on the verge of tears and pulls you in a tight embrace cuz he’s not the only one that feels the same way
-he’d open up to you about his upbringing and the way his mother treats him growing up. You would be in tears and cupping his face gently and kissing his pain away
-Corey had a habit of picking you up and dropping you off work. You insisted that it’s not necessary but he said that “it’s what boyfriends are for”
-occasionally, you swear you caught a glimpse of him outside your window during your shift. You look up and he’s gone
-one particular day, at the end of your shift, some old guy heckled you and got a bit handsy grabbing your wrist. Corey jumped out of nowhere and decked the guy right in the face
-you were shaking with nerves and heart dropped to your feet but he held you and rocked you till you calmed down. “It’s okay, baby. I got you”
-you’d ask him why he’s here but he said “I just had a feeling I should pick you up today”
-next evening he knocks on your door and you’re shocked to find him bloodied and battered, holding a bouquet in his hand.
-“what happened?!” “…some guy ambushed me”
-ushered him inside the house, you turn to call the cops but he grabs your wrist and you flinch from the sudden pain. Corey shakes his head and firmly said he doesn’t want to make this a big of a deal
-the deafening silence fills your bathroom, he flinches a little when the disinfectants smooth over his cuts. But the pain doesn’t really bother him.
-he would find himself, entranced by your touch, his hand trails the curve of your waist and inch his way up to the shape of your face, skin soft and supple and radiate with heat
-one thing lead to another, you’re sprawled out across the bed, him caging you in between, drawing out your jawline with feverish kisses
-your first time with him, he was gentle, loving. He made sure your needs were met before his. The next day when you look in the mirror, he peppered you with his markings, purple bruises and a few bite indents
-although, you initially thought the biting was just a spur of the moment and a kink he enjoy, you didn’t really mind the marks that he left you
-but over a while, his teeth sinks deeper into your skin, drawing blood at the moment of chasing both your highs. You look up with starry eyes, Corey hovers over you with a bloodied mouth agape. A prey trapping its victims, he’d draw his lips onto yours, showing you how good you taste
-the bite marks begin to appear more and more over your body; shoulders, arms, stomach, thighs. Corey knew people can’t see the marks he left on you, or else people in Haddonfield will question you. In the end, they will tear you away from him. No one can take you away from him
-they heal, scabs and scars over one another, he would rebrand them when they start to fade. You peer at your own reflection, markings scattered all over your body that you could connect them like constellations. For some sick and twisted part of you, you felt content that Corey will always be a part of you
-Corey— like the ever silent killer, appears in the reflection dawned with a stoic expression, snaking his arms around your waist in a tight embrace. The scent of you calms the bloodthirsting beast inside him, and the touch of your skin makes him weak to the knees, so much that he could either break you on the spot, sopping wet and twitching, and leave you begging for more. Or, you could ask him to die for you, and he would happily end his life at your will
-the next couple of nights, Corey came home, soaked in blood and bruises, a lone sunflower in his hand. One flower for each night (each victim), he counted. He said ‘it reminds him of you’ and beamed at you with the biggest smile on his tattered face. But, you were more concerned about his well-being than his act of gift giving
-and the cycle repeats itself— you would treat his wounds in your shared bathroom, then somehow you would end up pressed against the mattress with him stuffed inside you, filled to the brim
-if out of desperation, he would devour you while in the bathroom— situations on top of the sink and him between your legs until you come screaming for his name
-while cooking dinner one particular evening, the voice over the tv announced the bodies of a few missing citizen’s of Haddonfield found in an abandoned field
-“oh my god…isn’t that the guy that came to my work a few days ago?” Your voice trembles. Corey slips you into his body, rocking you side to side, soothing your nervous state and planting a kiss at your temple. “That’s a shame…” he mutters, pressing himself at the nook of your neck, “didn’t expect they would find him so quickly”
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crustaceous-shudder · 5 months
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Look at this little baby my partner made for me by hand. He was a birthday gift and his name is Little Gamzee. He is a 1.1 pounds and he is filled with aquarium gravel. I'm losing my mind.
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symphonic-snapdragon · 10 months
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one of the most meaningful parts of gravity falls was having a positive brother and sister sibling relationship being depicted on screen in a disney channel cartoon. disney channel was like. renowned for its sibling rivalry shows where the brother and sister were constantly hating each other.
me and my own younger brother were always super pissed at those depictions, since we were (and still are) very close, and while we have our arguments like any siblings do, our relationship has always been pretty positive. both of us are neurodivergent and while we are polar opposites, we practically read each other’s minds and have too many inside jokes to count. we’ve cried to each other, ranted to each other, and struggled together, and he’s one of my best friends.
the first time i watched gravity falls was in 2015 at a friend’s house, my first episodes being legend of the gobblewonker & the time traveler’s pig. witnessing dipper and mabel being a perfect encapsulation of me and my brother, and mirroring our own personalities so well, i was floored! when i came home from that party, i immediately went to my brother and geeked out- “dude, there’s a show that basically has you and me as the main characters!”
this spawned our mutual love for gravity falls and subsequent hyperfixation with the lore, and a profound appreciation of alex hirsch’s love letter to his childhood. our whole family got into it, we convinced our parents and our cousins and our uncle to watch it, my brother and i got our best friends into it, and we even hosted a “farewell gravity falls” party the day the last episode aired.
gravity falls still is so important to me not only as a cornerstone of my fandom experience, but as a piece of media that depicted an earnest celebration of dipper and mabel’s bond as they approached adolescence, and seeing me and my brother’s experience be so aptly represented made a lasting positive impact on me.
happy 11th birthday gravity falls. thank you for the best summer ever :)
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essektheylyss · 8 months
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I have been grumpy with my Essek voice while writing this week so I'm watching the last supercut and honestly it's so funny that Essek somehow ended up with the highest number of eyes of the Nein except for Beau and Caleb despite not even having been present when the book was first foisted on them, because he got targeted that many times by the Somnovem eyes during the last fight.
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earthbaby-angelboy · 5 months
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pt. 2 of el pics that have babey vibes!! he’s so pocket sized (…i say this as i am 5’3 and he was around 6ft💀)
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sincericida · 2 months
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ANDREW GARFIELD
attends the Loewe Fashion Show.
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willowser · 9 months
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touya + eggplant ; 3.2k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚
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touya's message comes across in the early afternoon, when you know he should be working.
the image that comes to mind is — hilariously sweet: him in ill-fitting trousers and freshly combed hair, leaning too far into some desk as he fiddles with his phone. biting his lip, most likely, running the very tip of his tongue across the hole his piercing left behind; amused.
it'd be even better, you think, if he wasn't sending you three eggplant emojis and nothing else.
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it's bold, and startlingly so. enough that your heart rate skyrockets and sweat forms instantly on the back of your neck, in the creases of your palms, as you overanalyze three cartoon vegetables harder than you ever have in your life. you could easily believe he's sending this as a drunken joke, but he's been stone-cold sober since he was released, and if that had changed, even in the slightest, yumi would have told you.
you type out four different variations of the same question — asking what the hell that's supposed to mean — before sending none of them. are you...being a weirdo? eggplant emojis are inherently sexual, right? and maybe touya's been away for a while, but surely he would know that. right? in a single, wordless text, he's managed to make you sixteen again; too young to be crushing on your best friend's older brother.
— though you think of him now as he was only days ago: eyes clear and focused, razor sharp and set on you from across the todoroki living room. the very memory makes your stomach churn, violently; just a kid that should be worrying about their studies, and not about a boy that wouldn't give you the time of day.
before your thoughts can get themselves any more scrambled, another text follows suit:
yumi wants to know if u wanna come for dinner
eggplant, you tell yourself, as in the actual food that people eat. the actual vegetable, and not the dickish inquiry you thought it was. you do your best to ignore the little wave of disappointment that washes over you, and then the following crash once you realize that you wouldn't actually mind if he was asking after what you thought he was asking after; you, carnally.
you collect yourself enough to send him a normal, not weird text in response confirming that you'll be there, and his thumbs up comes across almost instantly. as if he'd been waiting for you.
touya was always in and out of their house when you and fuyumi were in school, but you caught him every now and then when things were good. safe at home, doing his best to hold down a job and stay out of trouble, soaking up a warmth from his family he never got as a kid, when their dad was around. how couldn't you have developed such a crush on him? to see him happy and whole, more dangerous than anyone expected, mysterious in a way that excited your teen heart — and kissing up to his mother at the dinner table?
you're not delusional enough to think he ever noticed you or your big goo-goo eyes, but sometimes he would stick his head into his sister's room, to grin and wiggle his eyebrows at you, before getting pelted in the head with a stuffed animal and chased away. it earned a high-pitched laugh from him, more of a game than anything sincere, but you still thought of him while staring at the ceiling in your own bedroom, wishing.
in all the time he was away — in rehab or jail or who-knows-where — you thought you'd outgrown your juvenile infatuation, but — here you are, still, with fevered cheeks at the very thought of him.
here you are, still, taking care to choose your clothes for dinner, as if it were only going to be you and him. fussing with your hair for far too long, as if he would notice. making little crescents with your nails into your palm outside the door to the todoroki house, as if you haven't been here thousands of times.
you've seen him since he's been home, of course, in the last few months, but there's been this weird aura surrounding you both, worse than it was when you were younger. you're tip-toeing around each other and you both know you're tip-toeing, and he's always wearing his little smug smile and looking too long. it's hard to be around him, really. a little easier to text, but every winky face he sends only winds you up even further.
when the front door swings open, you hold your breath unintentionally, neck straining until you realize —
it's only shouto.
"hi!" you say, trying not to sound as winded as you feel, though shouto — as usual — is unimpressed.
he blinks at you, two-toned, and almost rolls his eyes like the rotten teenager he's capable of being, attitude too much like touya's. there's a little doughy dumpling in his hand and he turns away from you while using it to wave further into the house. "she's in the kitchen."
fuyumi, even though you didn't ask. you follow him in and stick your tongue out at the back of his head, before going off to find your best friend — who is, indeed, in the kitchen, surrounded by bowls and utensils and too many real, actual eggplants.
"what did you do?" you ask upon seeing her treasure trove of purple veggies on the counter. "rob a farmer?"
there's really an absurd amount of them, though she doesn't look up from cutting one into little rangiri pieces. "no, actually, they were on sale at the farmer's market!"
you eye one closest to you before poking at it, oblong in shape and — kind of ugly. it feels odd in your hand when you pick it up, but that's probably because you're hyper-aware of every sound in the background of the house, of the burning embarrassment tucked away in your pocket in the form of touya's three emojis. shamefully, your thoughts take a dark turn, and when fuyumi finally glances up, you toss the vegetable back onto the counter too fast.
she snorts and shakes her head, pushing up her glasses with the back of her hand before pointing at the little steamer basket of dumplings near the stove. "try one! before shouto and natsuo eat them all."
you consider it for a moment before weighing just how much eggplant it seems you're going to consume tonight, and decide to wait until after dinner, if they're still there. along with her veggies, she's got a little tub of red miso out and also some pork frying in a pan, as well as too many bowls in the sink already. though you admire her passion for cooking, you know she'll wait to clean until everything is plated, and no one else will help her, so you take to starting on the dishes instead.
the frown she sends you can be felt, but you've been in this kitchen long enough that you think she should just give it up.
there's such comfort to being in here, with her, maybe because you really have done it so many times by now; the water is warm as it runs over your hands, sending little goosebumps up your arms, and you nod your head absentmindedly to the sound of her knife against the cutting board. you absorb the heat from everywhere quickly, and when you begin to smell the garlic and ginger cooking, you feel like a warm, doughy little dumping yourself.
you get lost in it with her and all the tension from the day melts, dissolves completely when you can lightly hear fuyumi humming over her sizzling pan. she tells you about some other things she bought at the market, gossip about a mutual friend you both have, she asks about the shirt you're wearing and why she's never seen it before, and you're rinsing your hands of dish soap when you hear her squeal—
"ah! get out!"
when you peek over your shoulder, you can see touya there, leaning too far over her own, smiling with full cheeks as he investigates what she's cooking. half of a little dumpling is in his hand and he looks down at it, makes a face before turning it over, and then he places it right back in the steamer.
"ew, gross!" fuyumi nudges him away with her elbow before plucking it right back out, trying to hand it back off to him. "nobody wants your half-eaten food."
and then, much to your horror, right in front of his sister — touya's eyes cut across the kitchen to you. one corner of his mouth quirks up in his little smirk and then you're whipping back around to look down in the sink, despite it being empty. his stare can be felt, too. you wonder if it's a todoroki thing.
"ew," fuyumi mumbles. you feel like you've been caught in some kind of way, though you don't doubt she clocked your affections for her older brother the minute they developed.
it's not something she's ever spoken directly to you about, however, which you're grateful for. you don't know how you would be able to handle that discussion, but she's always made sure to pass off the odd and unprompted little updates about touya over the years.
when he speaks again, it's clear his mouth is full. "shouto said he's not settin' the table."
"okay, then you go do it."
"no," touya snorts, "he's the youngest, that ain't fair."
"and you're the oldest, so you can ask him to do it."
"he doesn't listen to me and you know—"
"alright!" fuyumi sighs, and when you peek back at them, she's shoving her knife into his hands and shaking her head to herself, before stalking out of the kitchen.
you unravel out of your little dumpling warmth immediately, though your goosebumps return in full force. touya grins at you, happily, and tosses the kitchen knife in his hands in a way that looks too proficient, too dangerous for what it is. your teen heart thumps loudly in your ears, charmed and enamored by his tragic mystery.
— and then you take in his still-pristine work outfit, openly, now that he's watching you; slacks a little slouchy on his narrow hips, white shirt buttoned up to his neck. the tattoo there is covered up by bandages on purpose, and though he means to simply hide them from view, it only sharpens all his edges.
the small pink, hello-kitty band-aid on his cheek helps, too, in a cutesy way. makes you all too aware of how much has changed over the years. how much he's changed, all the work he's had to do, the dues he's had to pay. your heart swell stubbornly, seriously, and you try to shake it away.
your voice starts out small, embarrassingly enough. "you look nice in your fancy office clothes."
touya's hand slip into his pocket and he rocks back and forth on his heels once, pleased, before looking down at his loose tie. "think so? you like a white-collar man?"
you look back to the sink, shy. it pulls him in; a moth to the flame of your hesitance, and it's not a moment later that he's leaning up against the counter beside you, watching your heated face carefully. the knife at his side gleams in the kitchen light and — you're not afraid of him, couldn't be, but you wonder if anyone else has ever been.
the truth of what landed him in trouble with the law is unknown to you, the one thing fuyumi never shared, and you can't help but to be curious as to why. you're practically family at this point and it's not as if you could ever look down on them, ever, and while you couldn't possibly understand the horror they went through with their father — you can sympathize with the fact that it wasn't easy. that he left scars they'll always nurse.
touya's always been so out of your reach, despite being just down the hall. blame it on time or the slight age difference or your relationship with his sister; it's hard to hope that he could be here, at your side, truly. finally.
instead of answering, you simply turn so that you're facing him, hip leaned against the counter, and the bright eyes he has on your cheeks are almost impossible to be at the mercy of. even worse when his smile grows, boyish-ly cute.
"what, coming on too strong?" he asks, laughing quietly when you put on a brave face and roll your eyes. "figured the emojis would'a opened the door a little."
your cheeks flame, and you press your hands into them to tide back your smile at how — flirty he is. the step back you take doesn't go unnoticed. "i couldn't even believe what i was seeing when you sent those."
"oh, yeah?" the tone of his voice changes then, shifts a bit lower. if you weren't tracking his eyes as they shift down to your mouth, burning a little brighter, you might've though you'd upset him or said the wrong thing. "what'd you think i meant?"
you glance away from him, directly at the ugly eggplant you'd been fiddling with earlier, and the dark thoughts return. when you don't answer right away, he reaches over to flip on the tap, running the knife blade underneath the stream as you map the wide expanse of his hands, the length of his fingers. small, translucent scars litter his knuckles.
"i don't know," you lie, and then it seems like you have said the wrong thing, this time; touya turns a little, placing all his attention in the dish soap and the sponge you'd left out to dry.
you are sixteen, speechless, nervous by his proximity—
"you seein' anyone right now?"
—but this is not the same boy that left you behind.
you have to laugh in order to keep yourself rooted to your spot, here on earth in the todoroki kitchen, and it brings his attention right back to you. "uh," you say, lamely, "what?"
it makes him laugh, too, all your sputtering. "yeah, c'mon. i mean, i know i'm fucked in the head, but," and then he really laughs, open-mouthed, showing off the piercing still in his tongue. "i'm workin' on it, and stuff. renewed and reformed, or whatever."
"hang on," you shake your head quickly, frowning at him as you replay the words over and over; his self-deprecation is so genuine that you almost missed it. "i don't think you're...fucked in the head."
"well, that makes one of us—"
"no, touya, i'm serious," the step closer you take has him looking away, down into the empty sink; hilariously, a mirror of yourself that you never could have imagined seeing. it does strange things to your heart, your stomach, and your nerves. makes you bolder than you really are. "i've never thought that."
he doesn't say anything for long time, choosing to watch droplets of water as they fall from the faucet. his jaw works in the silence, like he's chewing the inside skin of his cheek, like he's thinking too hard.
and then he says, quietly, "i know." he continues without looking at you, sensing the confusion on your face. "i know you never did, 's'why i couldn't..."
you blink, lost suddenly in the meaning of his words and their whirlwind. you think back to all the times he grinned at you from fuyumi's doorway, how uninterested he seemed in you from across the dinner table, his silence on the rare occasions you were alone together.
you've known touya since you were fourteen and he was fifteen. you remember when their parent's got divorced and when touya got his license and when he got locked up, the first time. you've known him through so many of his bad moments and it never dimmed the little stars you had in your eyes for him, and you once thought that was a bad thing, that it would only lead to heartbreak time and time again from him. you once thought it was something only you and fuyumi knew about.
"i am tryin' now," he continues with a sigh, a little winded. "seriously. got this shitty job and am goin' to my meetings. not as big of a piece of shit." when you start to object, he shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop you from arguing. "i know, i just mean...you wanna white-collar guy, i'm a white-collar guy."
you feel shy again, especially as the high points of his cheek flush pink. boyish-ly cute. "so that's why you sent me three eggplant emojis instead of just asking me to come eat dinner?"
touya snorts. "yeah, like i said, i'm workin' on it."
"no, i..." it feels wrong to admit anything to him like this, so close as his grin grows on his handsome face, dimples showing. you've been thinking about moments like this for years, but now that it's here, you feel a little dizzy, looking into his bright eyes. "i like the eggplant emoji." you step away from him for just a moment, to grab his half-eaten dumpling, and his expression grows serious — a little dark — as you nibble on it. "i like the way you...do things."
his smile grows knife-sharp, something he's too good at wielding. "well, in that case—"
"can i come in yet? our dinner is about to burn."
you both whip around to take in fuyumi, hovering at the edges of the kitchen with her arms crossed. watching on, her cheeks tinged pink, too. you try to step away, embarrassed and caught, but touya only leans in, knocking his hip to yours.
fuyumi rolls her eyes at him, but the small smile she sends you has you wanting to be swallowed up by the floor; this isn't a discussion you've ever had to have with her, but now — it's inevitable.
you suppose you can't complain too much.
"okay, you had your moment, now get out," she sticks her tongue out at touya before shooing him away, making a small noise when he pinches your elbow teasingly. it makes him laugh when she swats at him, and he only holds up his hands and tries to drop all his weight back on her as she steers him out of the kitchen.
you fish the knife out of the sink and return to cutting another eggplant once she's back and stirring in her leeks and little miso mixture. the moment is tense between you to begin with — but then she's humming quietly under her breath and knocking her hip into yours, too, tucking you back into the comfort of this house you've always been in. this family you've always loved.
"you know," she murmurs eventually, rolling her eyes with another smile when you glance up at her face. one of the eggplants is weighed in her hands, and even she frowns down at it, before shaking it at you in a way that makes you both laugh. "he made me buy these, by the way."
—tucking you back into the comfort of this family that has, maybe, always loved you, too.
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killuaisaprincess · 2 months
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💕💕💕💕
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borderlinemediocre · 7 months
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Was NOT ready for this
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