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My partner Aren (he/him) is struggling severely because his bird Ollie was unexpectedly killed last month... we have always planned on moving in together since we were kids; Ollie has been out of his reach for so long because of his dedication to school, family, his career, and literally on our move in date when she was finally supposed to come up after 7 years of waiting she was killed by a hawk... his mother accidentally forgot to ziptie the bottom of her cage, she flew out the garage, and got killed. Destroyed, my partner tried to order a cockatiel online in his trauma, and got scammed. We are 600$ in debt to this dream and I can't bear to see him unhappy anymore.
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Hi hello im looking for this one pokemon adaman fic writer and I cannot remember their name for the life of me its been YEARS but their fic is seared into my neurons /pos
Apologies for typos its 2 am
So mc/reader gets kicked out of jubilife and they end up like trying to survive in the woods until adaman shows up bc he was looking for them and he gives them his coat (haori?) and made them onigiri. So when they get back to the diamond clan everyone is like ":o" because that's like a big freaking deal
So like does anyone else know what this fic is called or the author because their writing style was beautiful
listen up ya’ll this post is 6 years old now and you’re still reblogging it. every month. once a month, my notifications blow up for this one video, but only until the 16th. then the notes on this vid completely stop. it’s so eerily spot on and impressive how you just all collectively know what to do. if I’m not online, people irl still remind me that it’s the 15th. thank you for six surreal years of me wondering if I completely fucking lost it. here’s to the 15th
I’m not sure. Hey lovely people who have taken me over half way to a cool million! If you’d like to reblog again, I’d love that, if not, I still love you, and hope you’re having a great day. I’m gonna go do some stand up tonight.
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I promise I haven't forgotten about you all <3 I've been going through a lot of mental/physical health issues and doing school stuff so I've been hella busy ;~; I do scroll through my notifs almost every day so I see all of your interactions and very much appreciate them. I'm working on stuff but its tough with a bunch of stuff I have going on, but I will definitely post soon <333
(Make sure to check out Alaris by @crescencestudio on itch.io <3)
Ive been hyperfixating on Alaris lately and decided to make some keychains! I will not be selling them, they were something I wanted to make to put on my bags :D They took way longer to make than I thought but I really like how they turned out 😭
(It started out as a simple little thing and I ended up putting a LOT of thought into the aesthetic and bead placement)
(Make sure to check out Alaris by @crescencestudio on itch.io <3)
Ive been hyperfixating on Alaris lately and decided to make some keychains! I will not be selling them, they were something I wanted to make to put on my bags :D They took way longer to make than I thought but I really like how they turned out 😭
(It started out as a simple little thing and I ended up putting a LOT of thought into the aesthetic and bead placement)
synopsis: they wake you up and ask if you love them.
ft + wc: mistuya, draken, chifuyu. 3k.
warnings: gn!reader, swearing, miscommunication, workaholic bfs, tipsy chifuyu, not proofread! thats it LMAO
a/n: hi. it's been a while! i took a writing break and i'm not sure if this means my writer's block is over, but here's the fourth and probably final part of this series (this is a lie im probs gonna write more when s3 comes out LMFAO) anyways, similar themes for mitsuya and draken, while chifuyu's is extra fluffy. the extra fluff was added in for @fuyuluvr btw.
mitsuya takashi has been busy. more so than ever, you’ll find him buried in his work til the early morning hours. this happens every time he’s hit with inspiration for a new runway collection and you often wind up feeling neglected. but mitsuya will always find a way to sneak time with you in, even if it means playing model for a little bit.
his love comes out through his finger tips, when he’s laying the garment over you, light touches over your skin. it comes out in the way he silently works, looking you over every so often, smiling when he notices the way you furiously blush when he lingers for just too long.
but this time is a little different. his fatigue clear on him when he crashes into the bed, mumbling a sleepy “good night” to your “good morning.” it’s jarring, how separate the two of you feel in the shared space of your home.
mitsuya realizes something is wrong the first night you tell him you don’t want to model for him. “it was a long day… i’m just tired.” you had told him, hesitating before you placed a kiss on his forehead. you left shortly afterwards, leaving mitsuya in his office.
the second night you barely touched your dinner, pushing your food around on the plate absentmindedly. when he asked if something was wrong, you told him that you weren’t hungry with a strained smile on your face. “don’t worry about me.”
the final piece locks into place the night you push him away from you when he tries to sneak a kiss. “not now,” you said, unable to look at him, “my breath smells.” you both know it’s a pitiful attempt at a joke, but when he tries to pry, you ignore him. lavender eyes trail after your form, noting the way you bend into yourself as you walk, closed off.
mitsuya’s always allowed you your space and this time is no different. except for the fact that he can’t focus at all, too distracted by the guilt gnawing on his bones. he has a deadline to meet, yet he can’t seem to care when his partner is upset with him.
he removes his glasses before running his hands over his face. he mulls over the apology in his head, before he’s up and heading toward your bedroom. when he arrives, he kneels at your side of the bed, one hand caressing your cheek to rouse you from sleep. when you blink almost awake you’re met with his pretty face, guilt etched into his features.
“taka..?” your voice barely louder than a whisper, you fight against the heaviness of your eyelids, the inherent need to see him reigning over the lull of sleep. you love him after all.
“morning angel,” he starts, dragging his thumb over the curve of your cheek. “i’m sorry.”
you open your mouth to speak, but mitsuya presses a finger against your lips, shaking his head. his silver locks move in tandem, his eyes peeking underneath them as he focuses on the hardwood floor. it’s hard for him to remember what he wanted to say, being in front of you much different than the scenario rehearsed in his head. at the end of the day though, mitsuya is a man of his word, whether it’s to you or himself, he’ll see it through.
he steels himself, looking you straight-on as you blink at him, one hand placed over his. “i’m really sorry.” he reiterates, “for neglecting you. i’m also sorry for not noticing sooner. i shouldn’t have asked you to model for me when i’ve barely spent any time with you… i’m just.. sorry.”
“can i speak now?” you ask, squeezing his hand and he nods. you push yourself up onto your elbows, before placing your hands on his shoulders. “i’m sorry for being selfish.”
he shakes his head, “you’re not selfish, don’t say that. i mean, i could say the same thing right?”
your expression is somber as you respond, “takashi… it’s your job, hon. it’s always been like this, it’s not like this is your first collection either.”
but mitsuya can read you like a book, remembering that with each disagreement, you’ll hide your feelings in favor of his. he knows when you break eye contact, looking away, that you’re not saying what’s really on your mind.
“do you love me?” he asks, before running his finger under the curve of your jawline. when you nod, he tilts your face back upward, forcing you to look at him, “then be honest with me.”
“o-okay…” you sigh, “i hate your job.”
he grins, “that was brutal.” but he still nods, urging you to continue.
“i hate your stupid deadlines and i hate when you’re super busy, because i want to spend time with you. and also, i miss you all the time and by the way, that stupid runway coordinator called your cell and when i answered they hung up immediately! that’s so unprofessional! like, you should be grateful i even answered the damn phone! right?” you huff once you finish your tirade, your feet kicking up and down in annoyance.
mitsuya can’t help but laugh once you’re done, it’s the most animated he’s seen you these past few days. he likes it.
“don’t laugh!” you pout, puffing your cheeks out and your boyfriend has to bite back another laugh.
“no, no, you’re right, how could they hang up on my partner?” he agrees and your face softens. “but damn, i didn’t think you hated my job that much.”
you gasp, freezing for a moment, “ahh, well it’s not like i hate it-“
“you just despise it?” he quips, one eyebrow raised, interrupting you.
“no!” you exclaim, continuing to pout. but you feel lighter, like a weight’s been lifted off your shoulders.
“you feel better?” he asks, taking your hands into his and pressing a kiss to them.
maybe the two of you didn’t exactly solve the problem, but that’s fine, you can never stay upset with him for long.
“a little bit.” you say, before tugging him upwards. “you know what would really make me feel better?”
“hm?” he tilts his head, eyes soft.
“if you cuddled with me.” you respond, tugging at him just a bit harder.
he smiles as he climbs into bed, “as you command, my dear.”
draken:
sometimes, you think ryuguji ken would be better off moving into his bike shop. you don’t mean to be bratty, really, but you can’t help it. the countless nights of him coming home late have been taking a toll on you. it’s been worse since inui’s taken some time off which means draken and shinichiro need to take over, which means less time with your boyfriend.
you check your phone one more time for the daily goodnight text, but when you see none, you quietly turn your phone off and close your eyes to try to get some sleep.
but it hurts, like the prick of a thorn or the sting from a wasp, but you know when draken’s busy, it’s best not to bother him. still, you can’t help the tears that bubble up, spilling over like the flood of a dam as you hug yourself, burying your face into your pillow. when you finally settle, you hope he won’t notice puffiness of your eyes when he comes home. maybe he’ll keep the light off, you hope, as you drift into a deep sleep.
when he finally gets home, smelling distinctly of motor oil, he tries his best to stay quiet, borderline tiptoeing his way to your shared bedroom. as he changes out of his dirty clothes, his eyes naturally trail to your sleeping form. there’s something off.
if there’s one thing about draken, he can pick up on every subtle shift of your mood. after all, draken knows you best.
he knows he should probably shower as you hate the smell of the oil and grease, but his body moves towards you anyway. he turns the bedroom light on before he climbs onto the bed, grabbing you and shaking gently.
“baby?” he calls, watching as your face scrunches up.
“hm? what is it?” you murmur, a little irritated, but you let him turn you over anyway.
“were you crying?” he asks and you force your sleepy eyes open. concern paints his face as he cups your cheek, “what happened?”
“nothin’,” you lie, staring at his chest rather than his face. “i’m just tired.”
“and your eyes are swollen just because?” he cocks a brow, already onto your little lie.
“yep.” you quip, before pushing his hand away and sinking into your pillow. “it doesn’t matter, kenny.”
“except it does,” he replies, moving down with you, “what happened?” he asks again and part of you feels like maybe it’s time to answer. until you remember the big race mikey has coming up, which makes you decide to keep your mouth shut.
draken sighs, “alright, i won’t pry.” he stays there in his dirty clothes, yawning as he stretches and lays back, eyes closed.
you scrunch your nose. “kenny… aren’t you gonna shower?”
“yep.” he says, in the same tone you gave him earlier.
“… and when are you gonna do that?” you press, silently thinking about the laundry you’re going to have to do later.
“when you tell me what’s wrong.” he answers, head leaning back against the headboard. he peeks an eye down at you, smirking at the incredulous look on your face. “what? i said i wouldn’t pry, not that i wouldn’t wait. take your time.”
“and if I decide I won't tell you anything all night?” you ask, slightly sitting up.
“like i said, take your time.” he shrugs.
“you’re …insane.” you scoff, laying back down. you pull the blanket over you, back to him.
“nah, just patient.” he corrects and the two of you fall into another uncomfortable silence.
for the next few minutes, it’s completely quiet and you think draken may have actually fallen asleep sitting up. but when you turn around, you meet his eyes, soft yet concerned. you know that he cares, it’s the essence of your relationship. so maybe, just this once, you could let him know.
hesitantly, you open your mouth to speak. “if i asked you to spend less time at the shop and more time with me… would that be okay?” your voice is low, quiet, and unsure.
instead of answering, he asks,“do you love me?” and you find yourself confused.
“huh? that doesn’t-”
“just answer the question.” he interrupts.
“yes, of course i do.”
“then why wouldn’t it be okay?” he asks, pulling you into his embrace. “i didn’t have to pick up the extra shifts if you didn’t want me to.”
“and leave shin to die from overworking?” you joke, but in actuality, it is a ton of maintenance work.
“why not?” he smirks and you laugh. “ah! there it is, your pretty smile.”
“you stink.” you grumble, pushing away from him. “i’m mad at you.” but your heart betrays you and the pout you try to display is futile as the corners of your mouth curve into a small smile.
“huh? you talkin’ about me or my personality?” draken quips, but he holds onto you tighter as you continue to try to push off. “don’t go anywhere, angel. you’re comin’ with me.”
“what? where are we- ah!” you squeal as he gets up, taking you with him. you quickly wrap your arms around him, clinging tightly.
he smiles, basically beaming and you realize that made you fall in the first place. draken is kind, selfless, even if he may not seem like it at first. he’s always good at making you feel better, even if you don’t tell him.
“to shower,” he answers, starting the trek to the bathroom, “you keep saying i smell.”
“i already showered.” you protest, but you rest your head on his shoulder. “but i guess i do smell like car grease now.”
he stops in his tracks, his mouth pressed into a line. “shit. our bed does too.”
“should we sleep on the couch?” you suggest and he starts moving again.
“or we could crash takemichi’s place.” he says, pushing the bathroom door open with his shoulder.
“and interrupt his precious time with hina?” you muse as he sets you on the counter.
“isn’t that the point?” he asks, turning the water on before coming to slide between your legs, looming over you.
“what about mikey’s?” you ask, your hands naturally coming to help him take off his work jacket.
“fuck no,” he groans, letting you turn him around so you can finish taking it off. “he’s gonna try to cuddle with you again.”
“with us.” you correct and draken rolls his eyes before he shifts out his shirt. he dips down to press a firm kiss to your lips and you smile. “shower time?”
“shower time.”
chifuyu:
chifuyu matsuno curses under his breath as he races up the stairs to your apartment. he’d lost track of time, evening drinking turning into early morning. he hopes you won’t be too upset, hey, maybe he can blame it on baji.
when he gets home, making sure to walk a little quieter, he peeks his head into the bedroom. the light is left on but you’re asleep. his heart thumps a bit more and a blush creeps onto his face when he notices you’ve fallen asleep in his shirt.
his steps are light, springy even, as he makes his way over, plopping into bed beside you. you stir in your sleep as chifuyu watches you, his head leaning into his palm like a schoolboy in love.
“fuyu?” you mumble, as you stretch before turning over to face him. sleepy eyes meet pretty green and chifuyu thinks he’s in a dream... or maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still left in his system.
“hey lover,” he smiles as he scoots closer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “good morning.”
“what time is it?” you ask, squinting, before adding, “hi to you too.”
“like 3am.” he answers and you hum.
“hm, tonight was that fun?” you yawn, trying your best to fight the drowsiness that's currently over taking your body.
“yeah,” he replies as another peck flits over your cheek. “wish you went with me.” he thinks about how much fun it would have been if you went with him earlier. how he’d love to walk home with you, hand in hand, sneaking kisses under the moonlight.
“‘m sorry, fuyu,” you mumble as your heavy lids close, losing the battle. “i’ll try to go next time..” you trail off as your body lulls you back to sleep.
the blond frowns, as cute as you are asleep, he wants your attention now. “oi, y/n. wake up.” he huffs, using his index finger to poke at your cheek.
when you only make a slight noise, he pokes harder. “wake. up.”
your eyelids flutter under his touch, but they don’t open and chifuyu sighs. “do you love me?” he whines, loudly.
you force your eyelids open at the question, he’s cute when he’s whiny so you indulge him. “yes, chifuyu, i love you a lot.” you mumble, before tipping your lips up into his, giving him a soft kiss.
you realize where the unusual clinginess comes from tonight as he tastes faintly of alcohol. normally, chifuyu would quietly get ready to bed before slipping under the covers to hold you as you slept. he wants you to get your rest and he’s fine with waiting til morning. although, there are some exceptions which almost always include a tipsy, pining boyfriend.
you giggle when he whines as you pull away.
“stay here.” he grumbles, before he’s cupping your cheeks and kissing you again.
“fuyu, i have work in a couple of hours,” you mumble between kisses.
“‘m sobering up,” he responds, “if i don’t do this, i’ll get a hangover.”
“that’s not how it works at all,” you sigh happily, “but okay.”
and so you let him. you let him kiss not only your lips but your cheeks, forehead, and even your neck. you giggle when he ghosts over a particularly ticklish area, but chifuyu is lost in you. lost in your scent, your voice, your everything. until suddenly, he’s not.
“fuyu?” you whisper, your arms laced around him.
there’s no response but the soft snores escaping him as his head is buried in your neck. you can tell he’s asleep by the way his body’s gone limp, the full weight on him bearing down on you. but it’s comfortable like this and you feel sleep beckoning you over.
when morning and inevitably, the time for work comes, you try your best to move out from underneath him without waking up. the soft daylight pours in through the blinds, casting rays on your boyfriend’s sleeping face.
you’re close, almost fully out from underneath him when an arm slings itself across your waist and pulls you back in.
“stay.” he mumbles, voice deep and slightly hoarse from his half asleep state.
“i have work,” you say, gently. “i’ll be back in a few.”
“just call off,” he says, tightening his grip on you.
“chifuyu-“
“please?” he pleads, one eye peeking up at you. the blush on his face this time isn’t from the alcohol.
it tugs at your heartstrings and you give in. “fine. but if i get in trouble you owe me.”
“you know, the pet shop is always hiring if you get fired.” he wiggles his eyebrows, throwing you a cheesy smile.
“ha. ha. very funny.” you retort, rolling your eyes.
but the smile on chifuyu’s face doesn’t disappear, he simply tilts his head to press it against yours.
“i’d take care of you forever, you know.” he says, completely serious and you feel your heart skip a beat.
“i know.” you mumble back, closing your eyes.
“i love you, y/n.” he says and you feel the tip of his nose brush against yours.
“i love you too, chifuyu.” you giggle and he realizes he wants to listen to it for the rest of his life. but he has no ring, he’ll need to remember to get your ring size.
“forever and ever?” he asks, his own heart fluttering to the timbre of your voice.
