The Bride And The Ugly Ass Groom

burden

i actually have nothing to post except a random au that crossed my mind

Maybe God made me a painter, for people who aren't born yet.

(Hurt/Comfort, unspecified about what happened for the Hurt part, angst to comfort, soft and probably ooc ? Reca who is crazy but dead serious when something bothers his beloved (because people need to take those who need comfort seriously), have a 🍪 if you got the reference in the title)

Today had been a long day. It had been so long, and filled with unfortunate circumstances that you simply couldn't deal with it anymore.

When you came home, you flopped right into bed, and let tears fall freely. It had started off so well, why did it become like this?!

(Maybe your friend Chaikaew was right. Maybe you are bound to get both good and bad stuff during a day to balance it out. But, then again, she had a lot of sayings that barely made any sense whatsoever anyway.)

A ring interrupted your train of thought, and you reluctantly turned to grab your phone. What greeted you was a silly picture of your dear director (your lock screen) and a message from him, asking if you were still okay with tonight's schedule.

Shoot! You had forgotten that you planned a date tonight with the guy, and you had been looking forward to it all week!

You looked at yourself, and then back at the screen. You simply didn't have the energy for this, so you reluctantly told him that you didn't feel up to it because, well, you were too tired to do anything, and clicked send.

Now, you felt even worse.

As you layed down again, another ring interrupted you. Someone was calling. You decided to pick up, if just to make your phone shut up.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other side was unmistakable.

"I'm coming over."

"Wha- Reca, you know you don't have to-"

The line on the other side clicked dead. You tried calling him again, but to no avail.

A couple of minutes later, the eccentric man appeared on your doorstep, armed with your favourite beverage and casual wear. As you opened the door, he extended his arms and invited you in for a hug. As he closed the door, he rubbed your back, his warmth and care and obvious love showing, and the dam couldn't hold itself and broke. You sobbed in his arms as he gently shushed you, tracing circles on your back and kissing away your tears.

As you calmed down from crying and hiccuped, you looked at him.

"Do you want to talk about it?'' he asked gently.

You shook your head, ready to leave this day behind. He guided you on the couch and choose one of the many movies in his collection (that he allowed you to borrow). He selected one of your favourite comedies and inserted it in the player, before returning by your side and embracing you, encouraging you to cuddle him.

As you laid your head on his chest, you could hear his gentle heartbeat as the film started. His soft breaths and attentive rubs comforted you after this horrible, horrible day. For once, maybe everything will be fine as long as he was here.

(Yeah, maybe your data obsessed friend was right, after the storm there is always calm to be seen)

Okay so i have things to say-

Thank you hyv for this wonderful design and his hip-to-waist ratio

How this derpy guy pull 2 beauties is beyond me

just catney and pretty pc

Observation

tutititututu dadadududuudu dididedaddada! ddannnnnnnnnnnnnn.... piano sounds. Probably.

paratober day 16: the narrator

Vincent Charbonneau x Female Reader headcanons

He leaves you for a man