I think she is marvelous. She is untouched by politics, unmarred and untainted. She is absolutely, brilliantly humble. Honest, hardworking. And it would be my honor that she accept to be my wife. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a country to govern and a woman to woo.
I always say that the times in my life when I’ve been happiest are the times when I’ve seen, like, a sunset.The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it’s so great, because for a little bit I’m out of my brain, and it’s got nothing to do with me. I’m not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.
“come out to kiliks bro” the text says simply. Soul rolls his eyes and replies to Blackstar that he’s busy and does not care how many shots Ox plans on doing tonight. It’s Saturday night, which means they’re curled up on the couch in the grossest hoodies and sweats they own, marathoning Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and Maka has her head against his shoulder which means there’s no chance in hell that he’s going anywhere tonight.
He must have tossed his phone back on the couch with some annoyance, because Maka shifts slightly and pipes up.
“Tell Blackstar to leave you alone,” she says. “Or turn your phone off.”
“Might actually be important,” he replies. “’sides, I can’t turn it off. What am I supposed to do during commercials?”
She laughs, turns her head back to the television, and they’re quiet save for laughing at the show, til his phone buzzes again. Several times in a row.
“wat r u doin finally boning ur meister” “u rly should get on it bro” “cant take the tnesion ne more”
He lets out an involuntary squeak, and he’s prepared to put the phone down and let it go when Maka turns her head back toward him.
“What’s he want this time?” she asks.
“Did he send you a dick pic again? He has got to start keeping track of who he’s texting and when.”
It’s tempting for him to just accidentally show her, it would be a way to tell her how he fucking feels without actually saying a word. He contemplates it for half a second, rereads Blackstar’s text, and instead shuts the phone off.
“Something like that,” he says simply. “I think you’re right about just turning it off. It’s just gonna be drunk texts from Kilik’s party anyway.”
“Mmm.” She turns back to the T.V. and nuzzles her head deeper into his shoulder. “Glad you’re not going, Soul. S’comfy here.”
He glances down at her, soft blonde hairs falling into her face and the reflection of the television in her eyes. “Yeah,” he replies. “This is way cooler anyway.”
She ought to turn off her notifications and go to sleep, and yet there’s something about the hulk that keeps her awake (and she swears it’s the tequila talking). // AO3 // FFN
for kristina, who pushes me to write, and for chloe, who is modern!lily incarnate
It’s three in the morning
(honest-to-God three in the morning)
when she is woken up by the incessant buzzing of her phone. She picks it up and
the bright light very nearly blinds her, and when she reads the message she
in all honesty how big do you think the hulks dick is?
like do you think it would be proportionate to his body? or what