a/n: tooth-rotting fluff !! this is so so mushy and soft. kissing and some touchiness but nothing too crazy i think. also this is unedited brainrot i wrote at 2:30am so enjoy ... <3
Neuvillette has never told you that he loves you.
The words are always there— resting heavy behind his teeth just waiting to burst out at the most inconvenient times, and yet he's never brought himself to say them.
You don’t need the words to prove his devotion to you anyways, already aware that there is no other soul in the world able to hold him the way you do. But he’s always wanted to say it, stopped only by his own fears.
Immortality is a funny thing. In a thousand years you could be nothing but a distant memory for him, gentle whispers in the back of his mind or ghostly touches wisping over his skin.
The idea of losing you terrifies him, but he knows the loss well and knows to keep his heart safeguarded somewhere deep within himself. I love you are words he only murmurs into your skin while you sleep, or chanted in his head when you hold him.
However, you’ve been proving it difficult to resist ever since you moved in with him.
There's nothing extravagant about the way you wake up, nothing extraordinary or strange. You wake up like any Fontainian would: cold and gloomy and complaining about the weather.
Despite how ordinary it all is, it doesn't stop him from spending the first few minutes of the day admiring your face before he inevitably has to get out of bed to get ready for work.
Mornings are his always favourite; the slow stirrings of the day like a calm before the storm. Those few minutes are precious to him more than anything in the world, where he can do nothing but kiss your sleeping face awake and keep you wrapped up in his arms.
You've recently made it your routine to follow him out of bed a few minutes later. He hasn't found out why exactly until today.
He doesn't even need to turn around to know it all— every part of you memorized and carved into each muscle and filling any thoughts that cross his mind.
The slow shuffling of your feet across the room; the quiet yawn that makes him smile because he can imagine your face; the bumping of your body into the back of his in your clumsy state.
It's all comfortable. Familiar. You.
"Morning..." You mumble, arms wrapping around his waist and nose buried against his back.
"Seems someone slept well," he hums.
Your arms squeeze his waist a little tighter. "Because you keep the bed so warm."
"I see. Is that the only reason you decided to crawl out of bed this morning?" He asks with a little lift of amusement, placing his mug down and watching the ripples stir in his coffee.
"No," you lie rather blatantly, and he laughs in a way that makes your heart flutter. "....Shut up."
"It’s quite rude to say that to the Iudex, no?"
"Shut up," you huff again. Your hands carefully climb under the hem of his shirt and explore the expanse of his skin. The cold this exacts on him makes him stop in his motions. He shivers before finally turning around to catch your wrists.
You frown, gently knocking your face back into his body— his chest this time, where you can hear his heart beating.
"Not my fault you're so warm."
Neuvillette only sighs, scooping you fully into his arms and leaning back onto the counter so you can rest your weight against him.
And he knows every part of you like this too: a memory chained to his beating heart. A second life breathed into him meant only to remember you this way.
He knows you're cranky because the sun just rose and here you are, already shuffling around the cold house since he left his side of the bed empty. He knows that you're impossibly perfect in his arms— a piece of a puzzle hand-crafted for him to hold. He knows that it will be sunny today.
You are everything. Everything.
He pulls you away by the shoulders, nose brushing against yours as he leans in close to kiss you. There's a pause just before your lips meet— an apprehension in his actions. He sighs, shaky and nervous.
"I love you."
Then he kisses you slow and sweet, the same way he has always savoured that feeling twisting in his heart at the very thought of you. Enduring and knowing, lacking any more hesitation because he knows this is exactly what he wants and where he needs to be.
You're blinking at him dumbly when he pulls away, lips parted in such a cute way that he wants to lean in again.
"I must be hearing things because I swear you just said–"
"I love you," he repeats quietly, suddenly feeling embarrassed by his confession yet unable to contain the words anymore.
Your expression twists in wonder and for a moment he can't help but think that you're the most beautiful person in the world. In the centuries that he's been wandering Fontaine, he's never been so sure of one thing:
"I love you," he says for a third time in full confidence. His lips crash into yours again in a frenzy, a flurry of emotions swirling in his stomach and so many thoughts screaming in his ears that he can't think straight.
When he stops for air he doesn't fully leave you, mouth still married to you as he kisses along your cheek to your jaw. You laugh, arms circling around his neck.
"Can you say it again?"
And he will. He would say it a million times just to see you smile like that again.
I think the most tiring type of response from any time we get reminded that tumblr is hemorrhaging money is the people being actively and vitriolically hostile to any user even considering paying for the site. Like yes this stupid fucking website has legitimate issues that haven’t been solved in years. No one’s denying that. Anyone is completely entitled to not paying the website jack shit. However, it is also true that websites cost money to exist. Like that’s not an excuse or corporate speak or whatever the hell else it’s just the plain truth.
It’s weird as hell and imo an embarrassing display of a lack of understanding of the reality of the current internet landscape to look at the other users going “well I like using this site / I depend on this site for my livelihood, I would like to try to help keep it existing” and treat them like the scum of the earth. You can just keep freeloading it’s FINE it is true we don’t owe this company jack shit but if you feel so strongly about tumblr, a website you use, never getting any money whatsoever to the point you’re harassing users making a desperate attempt to theoretically help continue letting you have a platform to freeload off of, maybe like. Idk. Don’t use the site you want gone so much? Move to one of the many new places trying to set up shop or whatever if you feel that strongly about it. It’s so bizarre. What are you trying to accomplish there, other than feel self righteous about yelling at someone that feels within your reach?
Corpse reanimated by a sex demon so now they’re a zombie in heat!!
Prowling around in search of a mate to breed with, chasing and pinning them down and having their way with them, mindlessly fucking them until they’re too exhausted to continue after cumming so many times!
i dont wanna be a pedant on a million posts a day, but "platonic" does not mean "non-romantic". it means "non-sexual". you cannot have platonic sex with your besties. im very sorry and crying also
does anyone know a decent usb mic and wireless earbuds that aren’t stupidly overpriced. Under $100 each.
priorities for a mic : doesn’t need a desk mounted arm (the way my desk is built won’t work with one) and no headset style mics.
Priorities for earbuds : long battery while playing (6+ hours) and good for working out (at least some noise cancelling and they don’t fall out easily)
I’m being lazy and trying to avoid watching clickbait youtube reviews teehee
grabbing the ichi plush by the neck and death gripping it like 'good things are to come its all going to be ok good things are to come' like its a lucky amulet
it's always so weird to see tons of ppl I am just friends with online, like all my Instagram posts and comment on them and stuff, but people I'm irl friends with, just, won't. aren't friends supposed to hype you up and be supportive? is it true that your biggest haters are always closest to you? am I paranoid?
Hey! If you're looking for an incredibly fun, incredibly well-edited, incredibly enjoyable podcast, might I suggest -
Lads on Tour: "a very chaotic, very queer, very fun D&D podcast about a bachelor party at the end of the world." (x)
It's set after a post-rapture apocalypse, it's SO funny, but it's also very soft??? It's just lads becoming friends!! And also the end of the world! And also D&D fights! And puzzles! And eels! And Dog, and cats, and BDSM spiders, and angels, and the hottest, sweetest himbo demon, and familial trauma, and also did I mention the end of the world, yes yes that, too, but more importantly: have you been to the Big Tesco????
The cast is fantastic, the eps are ~1.5 hours every 2 weeks (and there's no crosstalk/drawn-out gameplay that can slow poorly edited AP's down), the DM is SO good (I think some of my fave moments have been immediately following him saying "....sure, why not" to one of them lmao), and the characters are AMAZING, and I love them SO MUCH.
THEY ARE VERY GOOD LADS. THEY ARE, IN FACT, THE BEST OF LADS.
(I held off on listening to it at first because given the name I thought it was going to be very bro-y, and I absolutely could not have been more wrong, it is the opposite of bro-y.)
Found wherever you get your podcasts, but also:
spotify | apple | RSS Feed | twitter | insta | their website
Also did I mention how many eel facts you'll learn?? This is a pro-eel podcast.