Hate It When People Who Hate Certain Stardew Valley Bachelors Are Like “why Would You Go For [bachelor/ette]

queer comfort

the leftism leaving people's bodies when it's time to build a villager trading hall

I made this callout meme for me and me specifically

midnight take out !! ˚୨୧⋆｡

; summary - brian takes you out for a 12am food run—midnight t[m]ake out [ brian + reader ]

[ the most self indulgent, cliche movie type scene i think i’ve ever written ]

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your phone dinged with a new text message.

it was currently 12am, and besides you and your boyfriend, you knew no one else who would stay up this late on a thursday night; so when you saw ‘brian <3’ on the notification, you weren’t surprised.

‘i’m outside’

that’s what the message read. your eyebrows furrowed as you peaked out your curtains—low and behold, your boyfriend’s dirty, black car sat at the curb of your house.

you were about to object, text him back to ask what he’s doing, why he’s there… but before you got the chance, another message popped on screen.

‘don’t ask questions. just come out’

you sighed, putting your phone in the pocket of your baggy jacket (definitely not one you stole from brian a few weeks ago), and walked out your room.

you didn’t have to worry about anyone waking up in your house, there was no one there besides your mom and she was a known heavy sleeper.

you stepped out of your front door, locking it behind you. brian seemed to notice you come out as he was now watching you walk towards his car. his car door slightly squeaked when it opened, you’ve told him so many times to fix that, him always saying ‘he’ll do it tomorrow’.

“hey.” he spoke, looking at you tuck a few locks of hair behind your ear. “hi… what’s going on?” you stared back at him.

brian’s black hair was messy, unbrushed, like always… though it seemed to look tame around his head, even if he never took care of it. a subtle smile played on his lips, which were glossed over from his tongue swiping over them. his signature black jacket was zipped up over a band t-shirt along with black, baggy pants with a keychain dangling from the pocket.

he shrugged, “fast food run?” his dorky smile growing more prominent at the question. “that’s why you called me out here?” you sighed. “come on, you know you missed me.”

“not even slightly.” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. he scoffed, putting the car in drive and taking off.

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it wasn’t long before you made it to the main roads—various stores, gas stations, and restaurants passing you by.

brian’s free hand that you’ve been holding had dropped to your thigh, which you didn’t mind, your own hands had begun to get clammy.

you both hadn’t spoken in a few minutes, listening to the white noise of brian’s music taste as you focused on the scenery from your window. the song ended and a new one from his cd begun to play; your ears perked up at the song as you turned to brian.

“is this the song i suggested to you?” he peered at you for a split second, “yeah, i listen to a lot of the songs you show me.” his innocent comment made your heart skip a beat (in the most cliche way ever) and deep blush burned your cheeks.

“oh…uhm—i’m glad.” you sputtered, your brain trying to recover from it’s malfunction. brian laughed, squeezing your thigh, “such a dork.” if you weren’t so flustered, you would’ve teased back, but you let him have it this time. (you hoped he hadn’t noticed how red your face got)

“where do you want to eat?” you looked up at the restaurants ahead of you, weighing your options. “mmm… mcdonald’s?” he hummed, “you know, the mcdonald’s over on cayenne got robbed two nights ago—they’re saying it’s the third fast food place here to be robbed in the past few weeks.”

“i still want mcdonald’s.” brian laughed, making you smile. “we can get mcdonald’s, but, uh, maybe you should tune down that blush on your cheeks before we go in—don’t want them thinking you’re sick.” he smirked, tapping his cheek to gesture. oh, he was such an asshole… an asshole that annoyingly noticed.

you didn’t reply (was it really your choice to let him ‘win’?) as he pulled into the drive thru, “what do you want?” “chicken nuggets and fries.” he scoffed, “you order like a little kid.” you punched him, playfully, making him whine out ‘ow’, “you whine like a little kid.”

the worker talked through the loud speaker, interrupting your little dispute. brian ordered your food and drove up to the window, not before making a comment about how expensive you are.

when the food was done and dropped into your lap, brian parked the car in the mcdonald’s parking lot. “come on.” is all he said before he got out, taking your hand in his as he dragged you to the side of the road.

you sat at the edge of the sidewalk, feet against black pavement. brian was close to you, legs almost touching from the proximity. cars passed by, but the streets weren’t busy, surprisingly—you guessed most people were asleep for school and work; the californian city you both lived in wasn’t the biggest compared to others—though it wasn’t exactly small either.

“here you go.” brian handed you your food and you muttered a little ‘thanks’ in return.

eating was quiet for the most part, just keeping each other company; you would occasionally point something out and talk about it, so would he.

“stupid red fucking car.” you giggled, holding your hand over your mouth as you nonchalantly choked on your food. “who drives such an eyesore color?” his banter wasn’t especially serious, but from the times he talks about his hate for car colors being anything but black or grey, you wondered if there was a hint of truth behind it.

“assholes.” you mumbled, mouth full of fries. “exactly. you get me.” he smiled, putting an arm around you. it was hard to focus on eating when brian made you laugh the entire time (he loves the sound of it).

you reached down for the chocolate milkshake between you two, bringing it up to your lips. brian rolled his eyes, “what’s up with you stealing my food?” he took the shake out of your hands to take a drink. “sharing is caring.” is all you responded with, looking up at him.

“hm,” his milkshake was placed on the ground and his arm around your shoulders pulled you closer, pushing you up against him.

“then you don’t mind this?”

his hand reached for your chin, tilting it up as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. your heart raced, beating so hard you were scared he could feel it, even through the layers of clothing you both had on.

brian’s thumb grazed your bottom lip as he slightly pulled away, waiting for you to get the message (you did almost instantly). your mouth opened and he slipped his tongue past your teeth, gliding it over yours.

he engulfed you, every part of him, and you let him, you wouldn’t pull away for anything.

it was hard to breathe, you forgot you even needed oxygen for the moment, too focused on the rhythm brian had set for the kiss, too far gone, too entranced. your noses bumped together, almost like their own butterfly kisses. brian’s hand that was once around you, tangled in your hair, cold fingers touching your scalp.

your hands and arms were caged by his body, they grabbed onto where the zipper of his jacket didn’t meet. your whole body was hot: cheeks, neck, tips of your ears, especially so—even your knuckles burned a crimson hue; he was so cold compared to you, but you were sure the inside of him was just as warm as your outside.

brian pulled away, delicately, as if he didn’t want to anyway. the need for air came back to you and you were both panting near each other’s faces. the kiss left you dizzy, lips swollen, heart full. you gazed up into your boyfriend’s eyes, seeing he was already peering down at you. his thumb swiped across your cheeks, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he saw how red you’d become (as if he had room to talk).

“sharing is caring.” he whispered, smug. you giggled between your deep breaths.

“wanna go back home?” his voice was so soft at the moment, you’ve never heard it so gentle. your faces never inched apart, still comfortingly close, noses only left a small distance in between.

you shook your head, pecking his lips, “not yet.” he nodded and you buried your face in his shoulder. a chaste kiss pressed against the crown of your head as brian leaned on top of you.

“okay,” he breathed. “not yet.”

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🖤💘

eddie is never seen with a book in hands when he’s out in public, especially in school. but he is an avid reader, and reads, at least, two books every month. his favorite genre is absolutely fantasy (and he also loves comic books, and is a marvel fan). and yeah, some might say that he doesn’t even knows how to read, but eddie always keeps a book on his nightstand and reads it before he goes to sleep.

so just know that whenever you’re staying over at his place, he will read a couple of pages out loud for you - sometimes, eddie gets you so invested on the stories that you both stay up all night to finish the book. but when you can’t end it, he will call you at night just to read the rest to you. <3

hey. does anyone want to hear about my totoro sbi au ,

too bad.

anyway techno as totoro, phil as the dad, wilbur as satsuki, and tommy as mae.

THEM IN EACH OTHERS COLORS <3

hi honey! I'm watching criminal minds and I'm very sleepy and I've been thinking about hotch and I thought I'd send something in

Would you be interested in writing something where the reader grows progressively more tired through a case (Maybe sleep deprived or from all-nighters) and because reader is so tired she progressively more touchy because she has no filter? Like she keeps resting her head on Aaron's shoulder and touching his back as she walks by him. And like this isn't usual for reader but Aaron doesn't mind because he thinks it's cute and is love with reader.

sleepless

cw; fluff!!!!!!!!!!!

you've gained an immunity to coffee. you must've, or the department's supply was straight decaf.

you attempted to pour another cup, it being your fourth, fifth? helping of the day. at this point, the days were colliding together; it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. you, all of you, hadn't slept in at least thirty-five hours, and while everyone was seemingly managing their lack of sleep, you were close to delirious. you could barely hold yourself upright; a small yelp escaped you as a hot droplet scorched your skin, a swig of coffee missing your mug altogether.

abandoning your drink, you redirected yourself back to the department's conference room, where aaron and the rest of the team had been throwing ideas around for the past three hours. the past three, long hours.

aaron. you'd so much rather prefer to be tangled up in bed with him, sleeping comfortably in his arms. you'd be embedded into his side, a leg thrown across his waist, clutching onto him as if he were about to slip through your fingertips. maybe he would even be shirtless, allowing you to feel his muscles flex around you as he held you in his sleep, strong and secure. his skin was soft, much softer than anything you've ever encountered. that was much more tempting than discussing who-had-done-what and why-they-decided-to-do-it.

instead of opting to settle into your empty, waiting chair- it wasn't nearly as inviting- you stood behind aaron's chair. you draped your arms around his shoulders, hands falling in front of his chest, your face only a few inches away from the crook of his neck.

aaron froze slightly at the initial touch, but relaxed in his chair as he recognized it was you. he was still exhibiting a stiffness in his composure, as you were in front of your colleagues and officers could enter the room unannounced at any moment, but he didn't have the heart to push you away, especially not when his heart belonged to you. and besides, he wouldn't deprive himself the contact. he's missed you, despite the fact you hadn't been a few feet away all day.

he peeked back as much as he could manage, his eyebrows taking form in their signature furrow as he made an observation. he also immediately took note of your exhausted state, surprised that he hadn't already done so sooner.

"no coffee?"

"hm? oh, i must've forgotten." you murmured, taking a breath. your next words escaped you in a yawn, "you smell good."

aaron's ears immediately flushed at your words, and derek nearly snorted out a laugh, he had managed to cover his mouth just in time.

you were aware enough to know derek was making fun of you on some account as you heard his snicker, giving him the stink eye. "what?"

"nothing." derek's mouth formed in a line to prevent himself from smiling, skimming through the file placed in front of him. "nothing at all."

as everyone fell back into conversation, you could feel yourself beginning to nod off. you had been mindlessly tracing patterns along aaron's chest, and the repeated movements were enough to lull you to sleep, finding a relaxed, comforting ease within it, his dress shirt soft against your fingertips.

"aaron?" you whispered, loud enough only for him.

"yes?"

"i was thinking about you shirtless earlier."

aaron's jaw tightened, eyes quickly darting around the table to make sure no one heard you but him. "oh, were you?"

"yeah." you sighed out happily, the image coming easily to mind. "you're so pretty, you know that? i could look at you forever."

his lips pulled into a small smile, barely a laugh escaping him. "thank you sweetheart, i could say the same to you."

"no, don't say that just because i said that, you're only saying that because i said that." you whined gently, tiredness finally claiming your mind. you laid your head more so on his shoulder, the angle was awkward and strained your neck, but you were too tired to care. "let me compliment you. just you."

just as he was about to answer, spencer inquired for aaron's input, causing your conversation to cease. while aaron answered, you couldn't help but admire him; his prominent jawline, his long, dark, beautiful eyelashes, and his voice was like silk to your ears. soft, captivating and familiar.

sudden movement caused you to startle, knocking you back into the real world. the team had all begun packing up papers, exiting the room before you could put together what had just happened. not that you could to begin with, you had been oblivious to the entirety of the discussion.

"sweetheart." aaron stood up slowly, in attempt to prevent you from losing balance against his chair and reaching for you once he was on his feet. "i think it's about time you finally got some rest."

"no, 'm fine." a yawn betrayed your words, clutching onto the sleeve of his suit jacket. "i don't wanna leave you."

"get some sleep, for me, please. can you do that for me?"

"yeah, of course i can." you caved right away, easily persuaded as it was him, your words slurring a bit in sleepiness, "i can, just for you."

"thank you darling," he laughed softly, taking off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.

"aaron? did i tell you that i love you today?" you asked as he guided you out, clumsily tripping over your own feet.

"every day sweetheart, you let me know every day.” there was a gentle look in his eyes, a hand on the small of your back. “now c'mon, i'll drive you to the hotel."

may i have some “was it all a lie?” break up prompts? like different ways to write that or a way to support that sentence. im stuck 😭

‘break up’ prompts

## angsty dialogue for ex-lovers. cursing warning!

“was it all a lie?” “i like to think it wasn’t, at first.”

“so, you’re telling me that… you didn’t even love me? not even a bit? after everything i fucking did for you—” “i do! i— did. i did love you.”

“tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”

“get out.” “what? no, let me explain—” “you’ve done enough. get out of my face, asshole.”

“right. spit my heart back out, why don’t you? do what you’re best at. you already broke me.”

“i can’t do this anymore.” “what? you can’t keep lying to me anymore? it took you this long to feel guilty?”

“stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”

“i did love you, you know.” “i still do.”

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