#entire arm..... fml...........

[laylanatorseventeen]

me having chest pain after eating too much and knowing I've eaten too much: you are 24 and had a normal EKG like two weeks ago calm down you IBS having fuck

#WHEN WILL MY HEALTH PARANOIA BE SOOTHED #ON TOP OF THAT MY BREAST HAS A RASH AND MY MIND IS LIKE OMG YOU DO HAVE INFLAM BREAST CANCER #and the other half is like YOU LITERALLY HAVE POISON IVY ALL OVER YOUR LEG AND HAD IT ON YOUR ARM IT'S POISON OAK CALM DOWN #probably got GERDS #having your gallbladder removed ruins your entire digestive system apparently fml

[aislinrayne]

[𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱]

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After a particularly rough case, Reader starts acting distant. Lockwood thinks giving her space will help. When he's woken by the phone ringing, George doesn't need to know what happened to know it's probably Lockwood's fault.

ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: Mature/Explicit.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Alcohol consumption, strong language, sexual content (second base with intent to go further), anxious avoidant Reader, Reader is shorter than Lockwood, drunk Reader, Reader is harassed at the bar, brief touch without consent, no use of y/n.

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Fuck I love playing with different kinds of dynamics. I've had this sitting partially drafted in my writing folder for a year now, and the brain-goblins wouldn't let me keep working on SM until this was done lmao Please let this be the year I finally get a handle on my creative flow fml

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 6.1k

    The first time the phone rings, both inhabitants of 35 Portland Row manage to remain deep in a well earned slumber.

  The second time the phone rings, it successfully rouses one George Karim.  Muttering a string of colourful insults under his breath that - had he been in his family home - would have earned him a smack over the head with his mother’s slipper, he reluctantly drags himself from the warmth and comfort of his duvet.  Letting out a long suffering sigh that lasts through the entire shuffle from his room to the phone on the floor below, he lifts it from the receiver and greets the caller with a noise somewhere between ‘hello’ and ‘fuck off’.

  “Evening, sorry to wake you.  This is James, calling from The Royal Oak.  Is there a, uh-”  Even over the numerous voices and the clinking of glass in the background, George can hear the gruff sounding man being interrupted by a woman’s voice mumbling incoherently before all sound is muffled by a palm being pressed over the mic on the other end, “-sorry, did you say…?  Really, sweetheart?  Alright, but don’t try to blame this on me tomorrow when you sober up.”  

  Then the phone is back to full volume. “Sorry about that, I’ve got a young lady here who says she lives at this address?  She’s too drunk to get herself home and this is the number she gave for someone she trusts to come get her.  But, uh, she-”  James seems like he’d rather not say the next bit, “well, she just keeps asking for ‘that selfish wanker’?  Won’t give me a name otherwise.”

  There’s not a lot in this world capable of rendering George completely speechless, but that…  That does it.  He allows the phone to drop from his ear for a moment, resting it on his shoulder as he attempts to compose himself and reply to the nice man on the other end of the line.

  “Uh…  Yeah, she- she’s ours.  Probably talking about our boss, then.  I’ll, uh…  I’ll go wake him.  I’m sure he’ll be there very soon.”  He has to speak up over the sound of James choking and sputtering in surprise to say a polite ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’, before slamming the phone down and jogging up the stairs to wake his friend.  

  He pauses for a moment halfway up, considering heading back downstairs to grab a boot to throw at the door.  Unfortunately his need for immediate answers outweighs his urge to be petty, so he settles for pounding loudly on the door instead.   There’s quiet rustling and not so quiet cursing on the other side before it’s ripped open.

  “What?!”  A dishevelled Anthony Lockwood snaps, blinking sleep from glaring eyes and leaning on the doorframe in an endeavour to keep himself upright.

  “Just got a call from The Royal Oak, down on York Street?  Turns out they have a resident of this address drunkenly calling for a ‘selfish wanker’ to come pick her up.”  George crosses his arms, raising a challenging eyebrow at the taller man.  

  Lockwood’s expression shifts from its existing irritated frown into confusion, then straight to alarm.  He wastes no time flipping the light switch beside the doorway, bathing the room in light as he crosses it to tug one of his dresser drawers open.

  “Can you call me a Night Cab, please?  Offer them double fare to prioritise.”  He calls over his bare shoulder, searching for a t-shirt and hoodie to toss on.  His researcher says nothing as he complies, deciding to save the interrogation for later.

  Anthony is properly worried.     Their third roommate had come back from their last job acting distant.  They’d been separated by a pair of particularly nasty Spectre’s for close to an hour, but she’d succeeded in securing the Source’s and they’d all made it out in one piece.  He’d been so caught up in pride for his team he hadn’t noticed the effect it had on her until days later.  When he tried to approach her with his concerns, she clammed up and looked as though she was about to cry before excusing herself to her room.  None of the members of his agency, himself included, had seen her exit her room for two days after that.   He hadn’t asked about it since, and while giving her space seemed to be working by way of not making her cry, he was starting to wonder if it had been upsetting her in a different way.     Even taking all of that into consideration, there’s still no way he could have seen a phone call like this coming at 2:56 AM on a Tuesday.

  All he can find is a sleeveless black undershirt.  With a huff of frustration he pulls it over his head, kicking the drawer closed simultaneously, then pulling open the one above it.  The joggers he fell asleep in are fine enough, so after a fit of undignified hopping across the room to cover his feet with pink socks he grabs a random hoodie off of the armchair by the window, shrugs into it, and zips it on his way down the stairs.

  George is waiting for him at the bottom, staring at his watch.

  “Your cab should be here in three minutes, mine should be here in thirteen.”  He looks up from his wrist, meeting his boss’s confused look with an exasperated one.  “I’m heading to Flo’s for the night, so whatever you fucked up, mate?  Fix it.”  Karim claps him on the shoulder, walking past him to pack an overnight bag.  It might not be conventional, but Anthony knows it’s the closest thing to encouragement he’s going to get.

  The next several minutes pass in a blur of waiting and worrying, until finally it’s 3:14 AM and he’s slipping the cab driver an extra twenty quid to wait for them, swearing to be no longer than fifteen minutes.  The ungodly-early morning air is sharp and cold, cutting to the bone as soon as he steps out of the comforting warmth of the vehicle.  It’s plenty enough encouragement to hurry his way to the building, pulling the door open to slip into the soft golden warmth and loud ambiance of the pub.  

  He hesitates on the doormat, catching sight of the other patrons.  Thankfully it isn’t a particularly highbrow establishment, but it's nice enough for him to feel noticeably underdressed in black joggers and a grey zip-up.  And then he lays eyes on her, and all insecurities are immediately banished by the sharp knife of shock burying itself in his gut.  

  She’s balanced on a table, wearing a little black dress he’d never seen before.  Her arms are raised above her head, fingers combing through her hair as her hips sway to the bass of the music in a way that probably would have had his mouth watering if it wasn’t for present circumstances.   He isn’t the only one noticing her.  There’s a group of men standing around the table, watching her with hungry eyes that make his skin crawl with disgust.   A tall blonde man pushes his way past the rest of the crowd, deep set ice blue eyes chasing up her legs.  She seems to either be unaware of his presence, or too lost in the music to care.  Even from his position across the room he can see her eyes are out of focus, drifting away for split seconds every few beats from the speakers on the wall.     The man raises a hand and grabs her thigh, using enough pressure to leave visible fingermarks.

  Lockwood finds himself frozen in place, blood boiling as he mentally considers how challenging talking his way out of a murder charge could really be.  Surely not that much harder than talking his way out of an arson charge, and he’d done that often enough to be confident in his abilities.

  Before his sleep deprived mind can break free of its indecision, the girl spins around abruptly and slaps the lecherous limb away from her.  The slime of a man attached to it is none too happy about that, making a move to grab for her arm.  Her normally impeccable reflexes are slowed by the alcohol, she can’t move fast enough to avoid the attack.  When his fingers close around her wrist, he pulls.  Hard.     She teeters on the edge of the table, her short cry of pain audible even over the music.

  Huh.  He’d always thought the whole ‘seeing red’ thing was entirely turn of phrase, but as it turns out, there’s actually a modicum of truth to it.

  He’s halfway across the bar by the time he realises he’s in motion, but he’s not about to stop.  Closing the remaining distance in a few purposeful strides, he grabs the creep’s arm in a vice grip.  The blonde releases his hold on her immediately, instinctively trying to pull away from the pain.  Lockwood lets him stumble away in surprise, wasting no time placing himself in between his friend and the threat to her safety.  At first he’s optimistic he might have a chance to vent some anger when the wanker locks eyes with him, but whatever he’d seen in Anthony’s was enough to make him back down and stumble off with an insincere apology.  

  Reminding himself to focus his attention where it belongs, he turns to look up at the girl on the table.  Her face lights up with delight when she recognizes him, then swiftly sours the longer she looks at him.   He feels like an absolute prick for not noticing the dark circles around her eyes sooner.  Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he reaches up to offer her both of his hands, palms up.  She sways in place for a moment, scowling pensively at the proffered appendages.  He studies her face while he waits patiently, trying to find any hint of what could be bothering her enough to take this approach to forgetting.

  With a tiny hiccup she finally caves, placing her hands in his and allowing him to help her to solid ground.  Once both of her feet are securely on the sticky floor, he offers her his arm for support.  She gives him another little glare, but just like before, she eventually accepts his help.   Scanning the other tables and chairs around her makeshift stage, he sees no sign of a purse or jacket that he recognises in the slightest.

  “Did you bring anything with you, sweetheart?”  He asks her directly, leaning closer to her ear to be heard over the noise.  If he didn’t know any better he’d say she looks almost flustered; eyes glazed, cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink, looking through him rather than at him as she tries to filter his words through the haze of liquor clouding her mind.     Although he’s prepared to wait as long as it takes for her to answer, he can’t help but feel a touch relieved when the bartender waves him over holding a familiar leather clutch.  Gently taking her by the arm, he guides her to a nearby chair to sit and wait for him to collect her belongings.  Giving a final warning look to the remaining crowd for good measure, he leaves her side to approach the bar.

  The man behind it is average height, with mid length dark hair as well kept as his perfectly trimmed goatee.  He abandons the glass he’s polishing, tossing the white cloth he’d been using over his shoulder and offering Anthony a calloused hand.  “I take it you must be-”

  “‘That selfish wanker’?  Present and accounted for, though I also answer to ‘Anthony’.”  He replies, accepting the handshake.  

  The other man’s grip is firm but friendly, and he throws his head back in merriment at Lockwood’s unexpected introduction.  “James, pleasure to finally meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you from your little Songbird over there.”

  Lockwood winces.  “Not all bad, hopefully.”

  “No, not all bad.”  James soothes before leaning in conspiratorially, “Just don’t tell her I said that.”

  He shoots him a wink as he settles back, and now it’s Anthony’s turn to laugh.  It’s decided then and there; they like each other.

  He reaches behind the lip of the bar, grabbing the clutch he’d tucked out of sight until he could determine Lockwood’s identity.  “This is all she brought with her.  You’ve got a safe way home?”

  Anthony takes it from him with a grateful smile.  “Yeah, paid the driver to stick around.  I consider myself pretty good at multitasking, just not ‘keeping her upright and not getting ghost-touched’ good.”  James lets loose a hearty laugh in response.

  The screech of wood against the floor draws their attention back to the woman formerly in the chair, now standing unsteadily a few feet away.

  “And that’s my cue.  Pleasure to meet you, James.  And, uh-”  He glances back at her involuntarily.  “Thank you.  For keeping an eye on her, calling us, the lot of it.”

  The bartender smirks, quirking an eyebrow and giving him a knowing look.  “It's what any decent person would do.  Don’t be a stranger now, either of you.”

  Lockwood departs the bar, clutch in hand, with a salute and a promise to be back another time.   She seems confused at first when he tries to get her attention, switching to stare at him reproachfully when she recognises him again.  He sighs, trying to tuck away his own feelings of exhaustion and defeat.  

  “Let's get you home, love.”  He murmurs, offering his arm again.  She takes it without hesitation this time, leaning heavily against him as they make their way to the exit.  Pausing on the doormat, he carefully extracts his limb from her grip, soothing her little noise of protest by assuring she’d be using him as a crutch again momentarily.  The metal of the zipper is cold against his bare arms as he shrugs his hoodie off, blatantly ignoring her attempts to argue with him and draping the grey fabric over her shoulders.

  The cold breeze cuts into him once they’re outside, but he carefully schools his expression to avoid showing her it's affecting him at all.  Despite having paid the man extra, he’s still pleasantly surprised to see the black cab still waiting at the curb.   It’s easier than he’d expected to load her into the comfortable back seat.  She doesn’t even try to swat his hand away when he places it on top of her head to prevent her bouncing it off the roof in her attempt to get in.   Once she’s scooted to the far side, he climbs in after her.  She seems lost in thought, staring absently at the headrest in front of her.  He leans closer slowly, giving her ample time to move away if she doesn’t want him in her space.  When she remains stationary, he reaches across her body to grab her seatbelt, gently buckling her in and tightening the belt over her hips.  

  She finally looks at him, expression blank as she studies his features.  It’s clear her mind is elsewhere, and she returns to staring at the black leather so quickly he wonders if he’d imagined the whole thing.   He gives their driver the all clear, directing him to drop them off where he’d first picked him up before slumping back into his seat for the uncomfortably quiet ride home.

  They’re half-way there when he can stand to ignore the elephant in the room no longer.  The words slip out before he can think of a more tactful way to ask;  “What’s going on with you?”

  She turns to look at him so slowly it’s almost unnerving. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  She answers bitterly, her voice laced with the same steel as her eyes.

  “That’s bloody horseshit!”  He scoffs, far too tired to hold back.  “If there was nothing wrong, I wouldn’t have gotten a call tonight.”

  Her mouth opens and closes soundlessly for several seconds, seemingly overwhelmed by the number colourful insults she’d like to hurl at him.  

  “Like you care.”  She finally mutters, shaking her head and turning away from him to stare pointedly out her window.

  “...What?”  He manages to put his frustration on hold for a moment, making room for his growing concern.  “Of course I care, what makes you think I wouldn’t?”

  She laughs darkly, shaking her head.  “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”  He cries in exasperation.

  She whips around to face him.  “You knew I was struggling!  You knew, and you ignored it because it was easier than dealing with me!”  Her eyes are wild, chest heaving as she draws in air like she has to fight for every breath.

  All hostility drains out of him in an instant, leaving him uncomfortably hollow in its absence.  He’s intimately aware of her eyes searching his face, trying to gain some kind of insight into his mind.     He feels like he’s just stumbled into a minefield, and in a way he has.  If his next words aren’t carefully chosen, he could detonate one and destroy his friendship with someone he can’t live without.

  Organising his thoughts and taking a deep breath, he plunges ahead.

  “I’m sorry.  I thought by giving you space I was giving you what you needed, but I should have just talked to you.  And you’re right, I was being selfish, just… not in the way you’re thinking.”  She looks like she’s about to interrupt, but he ploughs on.  “I was afraid if I pushed too hard you’d shut me out.  I thought it would be safer to stay silent and let you come to me when you were ready, but it was my responsibility to communicate that to you, and I failed.”

  They sit in stillness for far longer than he’s comfortable with, his words hanging in the air between them.

  When she finally puts him out of his misery, he has to strain to hear her over the rumble of the car.  “It wasn’t two Spectres.”

  It feels like someone’s poured ice down his back.  “...What?”

  “The last job?  We thought it was just two Spectres, but it wasn’t.  It-”  Her voice shakes, then dies.  She has to stop and breathe, looking like she’s about to be crushed by the weight of the words on her tongue.  “One of them was a Fetch.”

  Staring down at his hands, he searches for the right words to say.  Is he supposed to say anything at all?  If he interrupts now, will she shut him out?  If he doesn’t, will she think he doesn’t care?     A point of personal pride for him is being able to read people, to shape himself into whatever role they need him to fill, but… he has no idea who she needs him to be right now.  

  She hesitantly continues.  “It was you.”  

  He looks up at her only to find her eyes already on him.  “It wasn’t.”

  She laughs sadly, but doesn’t look away.  When she tips her head to concede the point, the light catches at the corner of her eye.  “Right.  It did use your face, though.”

  “Whatever it said, it isn’t true.”  He can’t resist the urge to reach across the seat between them, wiping the tear from her cheek and hoping she can feel the truth in his words when he says;  “A Fetch will find your worst fear and exploit it.  And I swear to you, I will never allow anything to make you feel afraid like this again.”

  Silence stretches on between them, becoming heavier with every second passing them by.  His thumb continues stroking her face slowly, absentmindedly.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d think her eyes had drifted to his lips. 

  “Kiss me.”

  His hand falls from her face.   For a second, he thinks it’s him that’s said it.  When he realises it wasn’t, the potential implications of her words make his heart stutter.  There’s a chance this is just a drunken impulse, a need for comfort in a moment of vulnerability.   If it is, what the hell is he supposed to do about it?  If he gives in to her, will he be able to carry on working beside her once he’s had a taste of the life with her he doesn’t even allow himself to dream about?   On the flip side, there’s a chance that this is an actual confession.  The Fetch had chosen his face to torment her, and as horrifying as that had been to hear, it only would have done so if she felt something for him.  Maybe she feels the same as he does.  Maybe the reason he can never figure out what mask to put on for her, is that she’s only ever needed him to be himself.     Hope fills every inch of him as he stares at her, enraptured.

  Then, he realises he’s been quiet for long enough for panic to fill her eyes.

  “Ask me in the morning.”  He breathes, feeling as perplexed as she looks when the words come out of his mouth.  She’s confused that he hasn’t directly shot her down.  He’s confused that he’s capable of this kind of restraint while sleep deprived.

  “What?”  She frowns, blinking as her eyes lose focus for a split second in her bewilderment. 

  Feeling more confident in his decision, he smiles softly at her. “Ask me when you’re sober, and when we’re not in this nice man’s cab.” 

  The driver laughs, trying and failing to cover it with a guilty cough.

  Once they reach 35 Portland Row,  Anthony covers the fare and slips the man a generous tip for enduring their antics before exiting the cab.  The emotional intensity of the ride home had been enough to partially sober up his companion, but he still isn’t sold on her ability to climb stairs without assistance.     He keeps his arm wrapped tightly around her waist until they reach the door of her room - formerly Lucy’s - on the top level of the house before reluctantly removing it.  She wobbles for a moment, but it seems to be more from her leaning to chase his touch than any serious instability.  They stand there for a while, neither willing to walk away from the other, until a large yawn overtakes her.

  He chuckles, suddenly remembering James’ nickname for her.  “Goodnight, Songbird.”

  “That’s a stupid nickname.”  She complains, scrunching up her face in distaste.  When all he does is laugh some more, she sighs and carries on.  “Goodnight, Anthony.  Sweet dreams.”

  He disagrees completely, of course.  From her lips, his name is the sweetest song he’s ever heard.   Turning away from him, she places her hand on the doorknob but doesn’t make any move to twist it.  He’s about to ask her if something is wrong when she turns back to him swiftly, closing the distance between them and standing on her toes to brace her hands on his shoulders as she presses the ghost of a kiss against his cheek.  By the time he’s raised trembling fingers to the tingling skin, she’s already in her room with the door closed behind her.

  He spends his early morning dreaming of the flutter of wings, and birds gently pecking him on the cheek.

  When he’s woken by persistent knocking on his door once more, Anthony Lockwood finds himself wondering what precisely he had done to piss off Hypnos in a past life.

  Still on high alert from his unusual evening, he’s out of bed and across the room without a second thought.  When he pulls the door open he’s entirely expecting another emergency, not to find the girl of his dreams standing there staring steadfast at her feet.

  “I am so sorry about last night, I should have told you what was going on instead of going on a bloody bender.  That was incredibly immature and irresponsible of me and I completely understand if you want to fire me.”  She starts slow, but by the end of her apology the words are flying out of her mouth.  Despite her best efforts, the misery in her voice as she says the last bit is tangible.

  Why would he want that?  Still not entirely awake, the first thing out of his mouth is the first thought in his mind.  “Please don’t leave.”

  “...What?”  Not even remotely prepared for that response, she finally looks up at him.  As their eyes meet, reality sets in and time seems to slow.

  When he takes a proper look at her, he completely forgets the entirety of the English language.  Her hair is mussed from sleep, remnants of last night's makeup smudged under her eyes.  She’d apparently had the mental faculties to change into her pyjamas the night previous, and while he’d seen her in those shorts often enough to control the urge to stare, something about her wearing his hoodie zipped over them was making him feel like a moron.  He’d never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.   On the other side of the doorway, she’s having a very similar crisis.  His sleep tousled hair only doubled her ever present urge to rake her fingers through it.  And not only had he been in such a hurry to answer the door he hadn’t bothered to slip on a shirt, his joggers were also sitting dangerously low on his hips.     Their eyes snap back to each other's faces in tandem, both flushing almost comical shades of red.

  “Did you mean what you said last night?”  He asks hurriedly, heart pounding in his throat.

  “I said a lot of things.”  She wraps her arms around herself, laughing nervously.  “Which part?”  

  He keeps his eyes fixed on hers, searching them for some clue to tell him what comes next.

  Mustering more courage than she thought she was capable of, she answers honestly.  “Yeah, I did.  Every word.”

  Mimicking his actions from the night before he extends both of his hands towards her, palms up.   She tilts her head quizzically, but places her hands in his.  He uses them to pull her close enough their bodies are almost touching, guiding her arms to rest on his shoulders, releasing them to place one hand on her waist and the other on the side of her neck.  She inhales sharply when he leans in, his thumb lightly stroking her jaw while her gaze flickers between his eyes and lips.   He’s studying her face like he never wants to forget a single detail, but he doesn’t get any closer.  She’s lightheaded and pretty sure she’s going to die if he doesn’t kiss her soon, which is probably why it’s not until she sees the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile that she realises what he’s waiting for.  

  “Kiss me.”  She breathes.

  He doesn’t need to be told a third time.   He leans down and kisses her like he’ll never get the chance to do so again, like the world is falling to pieces around them and the only thing that can save them is the feeling of her lips against his.     The hand on the side of her throat slides back to bury itself in her hair, cradling the back of her head to take the strain off her neck from their notable difference in height.  Her hands wander the expanse of bare skin across his back, mapping every muscle and scar like it’s the braille translation of his life story.  He shivers under her touch, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body tight to his in a desperate attempt to fill the yawning pit within him that had grown larger with every day he believed he’d never get to hold her like this.  

  As she runs her hands down his sides to his hips he gasps involuntarily, deepening their kiss with enthusiasm.  Driven by curiosity, she lets her nails graze his skin as she retraces her previous path.  The noise he makes in response is downright sinful, but so is the feeling of his rapier-calloused skin against her back as he slips his hand under the hem of his hoodie.  Her breath catches as his fingers trace featherlight patterns up and down her spine, feeling him grinning between kisses when he notices she’s not wearing anything beneath the grey material.  When he nips at her lower lip, she drags her nails down his back, and the last of his restraint abandons him.  

  Both of his hands drop, fingers dimpling the flesh of her upper thighs.  As in sync as they are in the field he’d never dared to imagine the same would apply to the bedroom, so he’s a little blown away when she understands his intentions immediately, jumping as he lifts her up to wrap her legs around his hips without breaking from each other.  Now he’s the one craning his neck to capture her lips, the floor creaking beneath his feet as he crosses the short distance to the wall, pressing her back against it and groaning at the restrained whimper that slips free from her.

  “Please don’t hold back.  I want to hear you sing for me, my little Songbird.”  He urges, adjusting his grip to slide his hands up her sides under his hoodie, palming one of her breasts and swiping a thumb experimentally across her skin to carefully catch one of her nipples between his thumb and the side of his forefinger.  She finally breaks, back arching away from the wall, head falling back against it as she moans unabashedly.  All of his strength threatens to leave him when she rolls her hips against his, dropping his free hand to grab at the plush of her ass and pull her impossibly closer as he whispers praise between frenzied kisses pressed to her throat.  She buries her hands in his hair, gasping for air as his ministrations travel to her collarbones then slowly down the centre of her chest, placing an open-mouthed kiss to swell of her breast-

  The front door slams open, startling them apart.  There’s the sound of shuffling beneath them as someone kicks off their shoes.

  “OI, MATE!”  George’s voice calls from the base of the stairs, “Did you fix it?”

  They look at each other, dazed and drunk off each other.  A confused frown decorates her features, mouth falling open to ask him what the hell their other roommate is talking about.  He shakes his head in exasperation, shooting her a look that reads ‘I’ll fill you in later’ and dropping his head to rest on her chest.  They take as many seconds as they dare like that, her fingers combing through his hair soothingly as he wraps his arms around her back, basking in the warmth of her body against his.  Reluctantly, he lifts his head and steps away from the wall, gently setting her back on her feet and pressing a kiss to her temple.  She seems hesitant to move away from him at all, back to staring at her feet instead of looking at him.  He’s known her for long enough to know she’s overthinking.

  “Hey, look at me.”  He slips his fingers beneath her chin, gently lifting her face to meet his concerned gaze.  “What’s on your mind, darling?”  

  “I don’t-”  She starts strong but stops suddenly, shifting anxiously.  “I really don’t want this to be a one time thing, or - or just a way to blow off steam-”

  He lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, cradling her face and pressing a brief but searing kiss against her lips.  She softens, melting into his touch.

  “Good,” He murmurs as he pulls away, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving her a peck on the cheek like the one she’d given him the night before, “because I don’t think I can survive another day of not being able to kiss you.”

  George chooses that moment to begin his ascent of the stairs.  They break away from each other, struggling to make themselves presentable before he makes it to the landing.  Anthony rushes to grab a shirt from the foot of the bed, throwing it over his head haphazardly  She squeaks when she finds the zipper of his hoodie down to her navel, shooting him a teasingly chastising look when he snickers and crosses past her to greet their researcher in the hall, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame it.  She yanks the zip as high as it will go, trying to smooth her own hair as she approaches the bookshelf and grabs something at random.  She throws herself into the armchair in the corner of his room just in time, flipping the book open to roughly the halfway point and staring intently at the page as George reaches the top step.

  “Good morning!”  Anthony greets him far too cheerfully, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to obscure the other man’s view of his room.  

  “...Morning.”  George replies, not even trying to disguise his attempts to peer around his boss.  “How’d it go last night?”  

  “Um - fine!  Yeah, just fine.  Perfectly fine.  Everything is… fine.”  She closes her eyes, letting out a slow quiet sigh at his obvious nerves.  

  Adjusting the book to make sure it’s in his line of sight, she grits her teeth and bites the bullet.  “Morning, Georgie!”  

  Lockwood looks over his shoulder at her in alarm, but at her reassuring nod he steps hesitantly out of the way so she’s in clear view.

  George inspects her with narrowed eyes.  “You are significantly less hungover than I’d expected.”

  She winces, not able to fault him in the slightest for the disappointment in his voice.  “Yeah, pretty sure it just hasn’t hit me yet.  Sorry about that.  It won’t happen again, Scouts Honour.”

  “Why are you in Lockwood’s room?”  His brow furrows almost imperceptibly.

  She doesn’t miss a beat.  “I was so drunk last night he was worried I was going to fall asleep on my back and choke on my own vomit, so he made me sleep in this ridiculously uncomfortable chair.”

  Both men fix their eyes on her.  Anthony looks horrified, while George looks strangely impressed.  The bespectacled man studies her for another moment and she holds her breath, hoping he’d bought it.  Shrugging a ‘fair enough’, he bids them a temporary farewell and walks into his own room, closing the door behind him.  

  She huffs a sigh of relief, closing her eyes and slumping back in the chair as the tension drains from her body.  When she cracks an eye a few long moments later, Anthony is still standing in the doorway with the same look of horror plastered across his face.

  “What’s wrong?”  She asks, worry laced in every syllable.  

  “I didn’t even think of that!  I could have let you die!”  He seethes, throwing his hands up in annoyance at himself.  

  She has to fight the urge to laugh at him, focusing instead on gathering her strength to stand and walk over to take his hands in her own.  

  “I appreciate the concern, my love, but I wasn’t that drunk by the time you got me home.”  She smiles fondly at him, lifting his hands to press soft kisses to each knuckle.  When she glances up at him even his ears are flushed pink, looking at her with a lovesick smile.  

  “Call me that again?”  He implores, pulling her against him.

  With a quiet laugh, she drapes her arms over his shoulders before replying.  “My love.”

  They lose themselves in each other for another several minutes, only parting grudgingly at the rumble of his stomach and the threat of another interruption.

  George waits until later that morning when Lucy, Kipps, and Holly have joined them and they’re all in the kitchen eating breakfast to comment on Anthony’s inside out shirt, and how impressed he is that the sixth member of their agency has learned to read upside down.   As Lucy slowly turns to look at them, eyes wide and jaw seemingly aiming to touch the floor, Anthony lets the red-faced young woman beside him hide her blush in his shoulder.  For some reason, he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed.  Grinning proudly, he winks at the Listener, causing her to shriek loudly and demand to know the full story.

  When his girlfriend looks up to shoot him a warning look, he mimics zipping his lips.  “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Luce.”

  Lucy’s demands are finally met five years later when James taps the side of his champagne flute with his knife, drawing the attention of the room full of guests to tell his favourite story about the bride and groom.

⤛⊹ 𝔣𝔦𝔫 ⊹⤜

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𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔱𝔞𝔭 [𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢]

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[formulawonu]

seventeen & drunk conversations

prompt: how svt would be in drunk conversations

a/n: hi i'm back and got kinda carried away... tag yourselves i'm a combination of woozi and lee chan 🤠

seungcheol: "i love you i love you i love you" "SAY IT BACK WTH" gets all pouty dkxhsjhb would also attempt to talk to you seriously about whatever is going on with your life <//3 big believer of a drunk persons words are a sober persons thoughts

jeonghan: "ha i knew u were a lightweight" "bet u can't take one more shot" DEADASS what an enabler u both would already be drunk and he'd still be challenging u to drink more. the competitiveness just jumps out i guess???? but it would be a fun night. 50% chance of tears if the mood is right

joshua: stopppppp he'd be holding ur hand or leaning his head on ur shoulder i know u all saw that tipsy dingo live. he'd probably also just be muttering stuff under his breath or singing along to whatever song is in the background he is my king of sitting pretty wherever and whenever he'd also be making sure ur ok

junhui: im sorry this man is in a whole other different dimension. u would THINK ur talking to him then realize mid sentence that he is just.....not there... he would probably think he's having a conversation with u but actually it was all just happening in his head and he was really just staring into the distance zoned out irl fml

hoshi: "yo yo yo listen to me im not drunk i actually love you" "IM BEING SERIOUS IM NOT DRUNK I LOVE UR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?" everyone knows hes drunk. even he knows hes drunk. does it matter? no. he would also actually try to have a deep n heartfelt conversation with u:( pls value the mans drunk words they actually mean a lot and come from the heart :/

wonwoo: ok depending on the vibe he either gets even more quiet or hes literally just laughing at everything im gonna cry diusfkghjfj,cm (sorry that was my bias talking) like if it's a drinking situation where deep conversations are happening he's probably really internalizing everything going on and paying attention to whoever is speaking so he really remembers the moment but if its a fun drinking time he's 100% laughing at whoever tf is acting up and throwing sum jokes in here and there:/ HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY

woozi: yeaaaaaaaa we got our resident sentimental drunk here 🤠 like he's kinda like wonwoo in the sense that he's really basking in the moment and noticing every detail about what's happening and who he's with but he's really just... a soft guy when he's drunk i think he'd be the type to take out his phone in the middle of the night to just write about how he feels/drunk thoughts in his notes just so he could think abt it when he's sober or potentially get inspiration from it :( brings up nice past memories n all... LEE JIHOON I LOVE YOU

minghao: he's just giggling the entire time and maybe just a lil more snarky... "sorry? did u say something? i couldn't hear u over the shot i poured out for u that u didn't take" would also initiate several group toasts and takes pics of u/whoever he's with to capture the moment. becomes more vocal abt his feelings in general actually. would 10/10 want to get drunk with minghao

mingyu: hes a flirty drunk stop it rn. opens all ur bottles/cans for u and hands it back to u with a wink, takes shots for u, has his arm draped across ur seat.... HES JUST NATURALLY LIKE THAT OK PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE :/ its just even more pronounced when hes intoxicated. asks u ever so often if ur ok if u need water :/ "i'll take the shot for u just remember u owe me something" MOVE!!!!!!!!! but he's v receptive of u and that translates in how caring he is... ugh what a man

seokmin: byeeeee hes also so touchy. hes showering u with kisses and hugs. "i actually LOVE you though!!!!!! return my love!!!!" ur in for a long night if u put him and hoshi together. im being serious good luck. but he's suddenly down to do anything now - cook a feast? go night swimming? karaoke? he's ur guy. would not stop letting u know how much he appreciates and loves u:/ romantic or not:/ if hes sweet sober hes even more drunk:(

seungkwan: omfg he nags at u so much "ANOTHER SHOT?? REALLY???" "WHY ARE U ASSUMING I WANT TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT" then takes the shot anyway lmao he'd be easier to fool into doing smth stupid to make everyone laugh bec he just wants good vibes n good memories :/ and he's even more doting on whoever he's with like he would 100% get u water and u could trust him with anything. my dream wingman for real he would know how ur feeling and how the night is going without any words needed. he is ESSENTIAL

vernon: he's the one finishing all of the snacks on the table while everyone is talking. he is pure vibes. nodding his head to whatever music is playing in the background and listening to the conversations going on. inputs here and there but hes happier going with whatever vibe is of the night. great person to have beside u imo if u wanna go crazy he'll jump with u if u wanna sit down and talk he'll do that too. might even share a cig with u if the mood calls for it. vernon is on my night out dream team as well

dino: THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!!!! like he doesn't even ask to be it -- he just naturally draws attention and everyone loves playing with him jiskfdhrkd "guys ive literally been the only one taking shots this isnt fair" "WHAT DO U MEAN I LOST THE GAME I HAVENT PLAYED" but he just goes with it because he wants a good time. however as the night progresses and the group gets smaller n smaller he starts becoming serious lee chan and tries to heart to heart with whoever is there. :/ he has a lot of valuable thoughts to let out so whoever is with him pls LISTEN!

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[caracarnn]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

red - red IS his color above all

gold

black

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

something really clean. I'd venture to say something with a light orange tint tbh.

he always burns candles and everything. soft smells that aren't overwhelming but can make the whole room smell good.

mint for his breath. smelling good is v important to him. VERY he won't skip a shower. he refuses to.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

His high collared coats that have heavy embroidery. Sometimes they're black or red. dragons are embroidered on them. They came from when Moiraine forced his noble look on him and he just adopted them eventually. nice black pants too and a white shirt underneath.

black knee high boots. He's always got these and they've got buckles on them, down the front (is this canon? idk it's the way I envision it in my head)

He always wears his sword at his hip even though he doesn't really use it much. First it was his father's sword then when that was gone he got a gift from Aviendha that he wears. with his dragon belt.

His crown even though he hates it. it's a laurel crown that has swords in a pattern around it, these swords are sharp and cut Rand's temples fml. (this is just the crown of illian however)

sometimes he wear black gloves if he wants to disguise himself so that he can cover the dragon markings on his arms.

THIS is a good fanart for his clothes.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

sword of fire channeled from saidin. this is what he uses for close combat if he isn't using his hands or actually Channeling.

his angreal. these helps to enhance his power to a startlingly degree that sometimes can be terrifying. also callandor.

his dragon scepter. it's really a fragment of something that he got from fighting an enemy that he uses as a reminder that is enemies always come back.

his flute. He got this flute from Thom near the beginning of the books and he always keeps it with him.

books. he's always has books everywhere with him.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

when he sits on his throne or on a chair he's usually lounged back with an air of arrogance about him, his leg draped over the arm of the chair.

he's never quite comfortable on his throne so he tries his best to remain as composed as he can imagine on it but anyone can see the stiffness of his back, the tensity in his jaw.

he stands with his arms behind his back, especially after losing his hand, gripping his opposite wrist.

in the beginning of the books he avoids direct eye contact with most people in confrontational situations but as it goes on his stare is intense, his posture almost regal and his presence is absolutely intimidating.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

dragons! dragons everywhere. lol in universe they don't know what a dragon is but they're his sigil now. his dragon throne, his dragon markings, the dragon banner, etc, etc

wounds as in his unhealable wounds that simply won't go away.

weighted crowns as his crown feels like it weighs like the entire world, like the entirety of the prophesy he's meant to fulfill.

sacrificial lamb. someone led to martyrdom but willingly, knowingly.

a good home. nestled in a small family home, sheep bleating, forest outside, his father making stew, fire in the hearth.

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[jayteacups]

Remedy

Struggling to keep up with your university workload, you fall sick, much to your dismay. Your boyfriend takes care of you, but Levi's spent too much of his life watching a loved-one struggle with illness, and can't help the rising fear within him when looking after you.

Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: SFW, University AU, sickfic (Reader is ill), established relationship, some hurt/comfort. (EDIT: in one line, Reader’s hair texture is implied to be straight or wavy.)

Word count: 2.0k

A/N: I wrote this a few days ago when I first fell ill, and my symptoms have changed a little since then, but I digress. Reader’s got one hell of a sore throat and all round feels kinda bleugh (since then my sore throat has turned into a cough and my energy levels have NOT improved fml). This is your regularly scheduled reminder to get some rest, drink water and eat properly so you don’t end up like me or Reader here lol 

The shifting of the mattress underneath you interrupts your slumber, and a small whine of discontent escapes you. You feel oddly disoriented, a film of exhaustion clinging to your eyes. 

“Sorry,” you hear your boyfriend whisper quietly from behind you, as he readjusts the cover over your shoulder and slips an arm around your waist. “Go back to sleep.” Nimble fingers slip through your hair softly. 

“Mm. Okay,” you rasp, burying your face into the pillow, sighing at the welcome contact of Levi’s chest pressing up against your back. You’d spent the entire day slaving away at the library, desperately trying to force your overworked brain to focus and catch up on uni work, and his touch was sorely missed, and—“wait…” 

He kisses the back of your head. “What?” 

You just about manage to force your eyes open, focusing on the lamp on the bedside table. You’re in your room, judging by the random paraphernalia placed atop it. Levi’s room, to nobody’s surprise, is much less messy. “How’d I get back here? Was at the library.” 

“D’you not remember?” 

“… no…” Eyes drifting shut again of their own accord, you sigh drowsily. 

“You must’ve been really out of it, then.” Levi sighs, holding you a little tighter to his chest.  “You fell asleep at the desk, and Hange phoned me so I could come pick you up, since they needed to stay a little longer. I woke you up and you miraculously didn’t fall back asleep on the drive back, but you were practically a zombie the entire journey.” 

“Oh.” His words are starting to sound a little fuzzy, but you just about understand them. 

“You need to take care of yourself. I’ve never seen you this out of it.” 

“I still need to catch up with work; I’m so behind,” you protest, cut off by a yawn. If you’d been more awake in the moment, hot shame would be running through your veins at just how bad of a student you’d become. You’d always been on top of things, and you’re still not sure how you’d fallen so far behind on lectures, assignments, everything. Struggling to wake up on time, struggling to drag yourself to classes, struggling to care at all; only until you’re hit with the sudden realisation that if you continued, you’d be so far behind it’ll be impossible to even consider catching up to your peers. Hence—the last few days of panicked overworking. But even then, you still can’t work as efficiently as you once could, and it just feels like the more you work, the larger the list of tasks to complete… 

You’re too tired to care about it now, though. That’s a problem for tomorrow. 

“Wake me up early.” Your tongue feels too heavy to formulate the words properly, but you hope he understands. 

Levi clicks his tongue—of course he understands. “Not a chance. You’re going to make yourself sick if you keep at it like this.” 

You’re deeply asleep by the time he finishes the final word. 

———

You wake up to a dry throat and golden light trickling through your curtains. 

Sluggishly, you roll over. The other side of the small mattress where Levi had been is now empty and cold. 

Groaning, you wonder why all your limbs feel heavier than concrete blocks. Even your eyes are struggling to open, more so than last night. Feeling an unpleasant, dull ache in your throat, you swallow to get rid of the dryness in your mouth. 

Shit. Your throat hurts. 

I cannot be ill. Not now. 

Against your body’s wishes, you open your eyes (the sun is definitely way into the sky, judging by the light seeping through the curtain gaps), lift an aching arm and turn the alarm clock to face you, bleary-eyed and blinking slowly at the time displayed. Confirming your suspicions, the clock tells you that it is quite late in the morning… much later than you’d hoped to… wake… 

When you next come to, you want nothing to bury yourself so deeply into the covers that you fuse with the quilt permanently. A warm hand rests gently on your forehead, taking your temperature.

You call out Levi’s name—or at least, you think you did, but for all you know it could’ve come out as an incoherent mumble instead. Throat feeling worse than before, you can’t help but grimace. Levi’s hand moves away from your forehead, coming to cup your face tenderly instead. His thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek. 

“Are you awake?” He ventures. 

You open your eyes again, and squint up at him. He’s perched on the side of the bed, his hair falling over his eyes. 

“I think I’m awake now.” 

He looks down at his lap for a moment. “You look like crap.” 

“Yeah. I don’t feel all too sunny, either.” You grouse, lifting a hand to rub at your face.

“That’s what I thought.” Something clenches in his jaw momentarily, before it smooths out. “Feel like drinking anything?” 

It is only then you finally register the fragrance of a hot drink. “You didn’t,” you say hoarsely, turning your head to the side. A cup of steaming hot tea sits atop the bedside table. Dragging yourself up into a sitting position with a supportive hand on your shoulder from him, you say, “you’re too good to me, baby, thank you.” 

Bashfully avoiding eye contact, Levi squeezes your shoulder before removing his hand. “Your voice sounded a little rough last night, too. At least you don’t have a fever, but… just drink up.” 

Beaming at him, you comply. It tastes bright and sweet, just the way you like it—no, sweeter. He’d put a spoonful of honey in it to soothe your throat. 

As you slowly sip your tea in bed, Levi disappears, likely to continue with household chores around the flat—chores that you should be doing today, since you and your flatmates created a rota. Currently, two are out of town and one’s been staying over at her boyfriend’s place more and more, so the entire accommodation is yours for now. 

Tamping down on the guilt flaring up inside you, you set the empty teacup aside and lumber over to the bathroom, wincing at all the little aches and pains that comes with moving around in this state. 

Freshening up takes far more effort than it should, forcing you to shamefully trudge back into your bedroom once you’re done. Flopping on your bed face-first, you moan. 

“Hey,” Levi says from your doorway. “I emailed your professors. They’ll send you the material, and if you want, I can go to your lectures and take notes too.”

“You’re a godsend,” you groan from the bed. “No need to go to my classes for me, though. The digital handout will be just fine.” 

He sighs. “Okay. Do you want to eat something too? It’s past noon.” 

“No thanks, I’m not feeling hungry.” You sigh, clenching the sheets in trembling fists. The hot searing shame from the last few days has returned. You’re so fucking incompetent. “Please, don’t do my chores. It’s okay. I’ll do ‘em later, yeah?” 

“I don’t mind doing them.” Levi’s footsteps approach the bed before you feel a dip in the mattress. He smells like antiseptic, the scent sharp and invading your nostrils. “Cleaning is therapeutic for me.” 

The guilt comes creeping back in. No wonder he’s also been looking stressed every time you see him—he’s worried beyond grief for you. You don’t know the full details, but you know that his mother has ongoing health issues ever since his childhood, and that there had been a number of close calls and scares. Therefore, it’s not a surprise to you that he’s always been extra anxious about illnesses, mild or severe, or that he takes to intense cleaning sprees whenever somebody in his life falls ill. 

You turn your head and crane your neck - he’s wearing a surgical mask over his lower face. “I’m sorry for making you worry,” the words slip from your mouth before you can think. “I promise it’s not that bad, I’m just a weakling… I’ll feel better soon, I swear.” you chuckle half-heartedly, frustrated beyond belief and trying to make the mood light-hearted to distract both of you, but judging by his furrowed brows, Levi doesn’t find any of this amusing. Neither do you, though. There’s absolutely nothing amusing about being such a shitty, undeserving student and girlfriend who fell ill due to her own fault and forced her boyfriend to put everything on hold to look after her.

He shakes his head instead, eyes darkening with sorrow. “Don’t promise me. Just do it. Just… get better soon.” 

Wincing, you roll over so that you are now flat on your back and looking up at him properly. “It’s probably just fresher’s flu or something similar, nothing I won’t get over…” Your voice wobbles. “I’m sorry all the same, but please, don’t worry.” 

Stormy eyes flutter shut for a moment. His next words sound heartbreakingly strained. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry or that I shouldn’t worry, damn it, you just have to get better, alright?” He swallows, and then moves to get up. Quieter, he adds, “let me know if there’s anything you need from me to help you do that, i-if there is anything I could do at all.” 

Tears prick at your eyes. Damn it all—you weren’t feeling emotional at all ten minutes ago. Yet all the shame at your own shortcomings, the exhaustion from what little you did today, and worry for Levi’s sake come bubbling to the surface. The tears leak, and run across your temple and into the pillowcase. Sniffling, you wipe roughly at your face with one hand, and lurch out with the other to grab at his hand. 

“Just stay, please.” 

He freezes. 

Time ticks by slower than a snail’s pace. 

His hand closes around yours. Moisture gathers at his lash line, but he refuses to let them fall. 

“I’ll stay.” 

You smile weakly, shuffling to make room for him on your tiny bed. Cautiously, Levi sits on the edge, noting your wincing.

“You’re in pain,” he observes. “I can get paracetamol.” 

“Just a little achey all over,” you sigh. “I’ll take a tablet or two in a minute, yeah? Just… be here with me. Please.” 

He tilts his head. “I have an idea.” 

“Oh?” 

“Get on your front. I’ll give you a massage.” 

You comply, but not without taking his hand and squeezing it first. “Like I said,” you say as you shuck off your sleep shirt and get yourself in position, “you’re too good to me. I’m going to be just fine, because you’re here, okay?” 

He shakes his head. “Don’t be like that. It was never about me and I shouldn’t have made it so. You shouldn’t be worrying about me. Just relax and enjoy the massage now.” 

“But I can’t help but worry—oh.” Levi’s hands grip your shoulders, rubbing firmly, but not painfully. “Oh. Yeah, keep going.” Burying your face in the pillow, you let your eyes flutter shut. In another context, there would be something undeniably erotic about this entire situation, but now? You just want to bask in his comfort. 

“Tired?” Levi asks as your sounds of relief and words of encouragement fall sparser and sparser until the room is filled with nothing but silence. 

“Mm hm.” You smile drowsily. “I’m good, though, thank you baby.” 

“Get some sleep, then,” he says, as you readjust your arms that were resting underneath the pillow. “You deserve some rest. It’ll help you later with work. Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, unable to open your eyes all of a sudden. There’s still so much the two of you need to discuss later: his anxieties when it comes to illnesses, your insecurities and struggles when it comes to university life. But, you think, being lulled gently by a wave of sleep, that can be discussed later. 

Right as you dangle on the precipice of sleep, another question escapes unbidden. “Can I get a kiss?” 

You hear something akin to a chuckle above you. “No. Get better first, and then I’ll consider it, love.” 

“It’s a deal,” you mumble, and your consciousness fades to the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long, long time. 

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[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

hi! could you do another thing like this post? but instead of him going soft he’s a mean and hard dom/brat tamer? also, how do you think he’d “punish” us that way?

i recently started STS4, and legit from ep1 i knew he'd be on my mind. before this i wrote eddie for y'all, but now i've seen him too i think my eddie!abstinence period is over..fml. ANYWAY!

mean!dom brat-tamer eddie munson HCs~

🧡so having established his more brat!taming lenient side, i think a hard!dom eddie is likely a fucking trip and a half.

🧡yk that scene where he jumps on the cafeteria table and makes the einstein face ?? that's just. there, like, all the time. imagine that, but pissed. he's not a quiet mean!dom at all.

🧡i think he'd be heavily into spanking, slapping, groping, etc. things that connect him physically to you, he's down for. bc once the punishments start, he knows for a fact that you'll be squirming and crawling away if u can

🧡when he's frustrated, or you've really acted or spoken out of turn, he's a big fan of utilising humiliation and shame too;

🧡grabbing ur face by your chin, forcing eye contact; bitch!slapping you if you don't maintain it. lots of curiosity killed the cat energy here, 100%

🧡he's often a playful, confident dom when he's in a happier mood, and doesn't need to instill any rules or play the disciplinary; but if/when you break a rule ??...

🧡..that playful attitude, covered by a small smirk to contain his amusement at your behavior becomes toying; and his confidence morphs into arrogance + sadism barely-masked by a sneering grin

🧡i think the keyword when he turns up the meanness is... warning. it's this spicy, theatrically-exuberant sexual vibe that permeates every aspect of your bedroom relationship, but esp foreplay

🧡as mentioned, impact!play and humiliation are his main kinks, and much like the rest of his personality, there's no rhyme or reason to how this pans out, like, at all

🧡unlike someone like hopper or steve, structure, pattern and habit just don't exist in eddie's sexual world

🧡once you misbehave, you're then due for a punishment. if you continue misbehaving, you continue to be punished, and the degree of your punishment it worsened. that simple.

🧡the way that this may happen is almost entirely subject to his whim; likely fueled by external schedules like school or d&d tournaments, but if not, mostly his energy.

🧡if he's feeling lazy and tired but always horny, bc eddie he'll settle for a more sloppy, messy and haphazardly-sexual energy

🧡a firm slap to your ass here; some hard groping of your hips and thighs there; maybe some gagging you with his fingers, or mocking your bratty neediness in conversation; a couple throwaway comments, yk?

🧡but if he's feeling a little more sprightly, he'll def be into some more overtly aggressive and quicker-paced lovemaking

🧡think taking you from behind, in front of his full-length mirror, you enveloped in his arms;

🧡one hand up to grip your chin, forcing you to look him dead in the eyes through the mirror as he fucks you, and the other casually yet roughly slapping your wet, swollen clit within an inch of its life

🧡also unlike steve, he doesn't get offended. his expectations aren't met, bc he doesn't have any. not for you, and certainly not for himself. if you're going full brat, he doesn't get offended by it bc he's in it for the whim and entertainment; he just wants to see how far you'll go.

🧡i think he for sure has some kind of tongue/spit!kink too, so using one ring-clad hand to tug your soft hair, pulling you back to face him, he'll bark a quick "open up." and drool right into your mouth;

🧡leaving a string of saliva from his lips to your awaiting tongue, connecting through a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss;

🧡his groans and your whines mixing together in the filthiest way, making him hum in amusement at your flushed, embarrassed expression, that's just kinda his deal, yk?

🧡he knows it makes your pussy flutter, and you weak at the knees, so, yk, he's doing it

🧡speaking of barks and commands, despite his gruff and dirty tone when he loses his cool, his language still remains casual. spur of the moment, train-of-thought-type stuff.

🧡he'll call you names, sure, but what's more on his mind is how you behave. less 'bitch' and 'slut', and more 'dirty', 'slutty', 'messy' and 'desperate' are the usual ways he'll employ his dirty talk-

🧡maybe a couple 'tssk's and sucking through his teeth, some chuckles and smirks paired with-"..silly dumb girl, you can't help but act out, can u?"

🧡or "so wet and sticky, i haven't even slapped up that stupid little pussy yet..fucking pathetic, babygirl"-type stuff;

🧡he's out here to shame u into submission, not let you know how much of a slut u are let's be honest, u both already know lmao, tbh

🧡i think bc he's innately a mean!dom-switch, he's also mostly putting it on. he's pissed, ofc, but the sense of energy and excitement when you go full brat derives more from his intrigue than anything else

🧡he's just entertained at the idea of you thinking you could win against him, despite his experience, personality and skill;

🧡or, you know, know enough about his game to play it right at all tbh. he knows just what to say and do to get your pussy all tingly, swollen and sticky, so he has you cornered no matter what tricks u may have up ur sleeve

🧡he's waiting to see how far you'll go really; how many boundaries you'll cross, and then he'll do whatever he likes to put you in your place. that's why he smirks and grins when you act extra dirty for him

🧡it still irks him that you'll disobey his rules, and he'll feel the urge to let it out through some more aggressive and dominant play, but he's far more curious and flattered that you a) trust him enough to punish you just right,

🧡and b) felt like last time's punishment just wasn't enough, and the only way to get what you want is to try and beat him at his own game. which, ofc, never works. but boy is it fun to try

hope u guys dug that; i had fun writing it! feel like requesting something similar?? here's the link, ya nasty. ;)

also some more tags bc i figure y'all would like this: @enamorededdie @ringpop-poppy @spicedchaiandromeda @stargirlfics @hansensgirl @anythingjimhopper @goodboyriddler @punanisher @spideyheart @anisbaby @princesssmimi @thedanoriddler @lost-in-sokovia @killerlookz @kelsiejayy @mypoisonedvine @meeshasmind @creme-bruhlee @spilledkauffie @kaylawritesfics @vivian-rutledge @inklore @babybugwrites @littlepadika @underratedcharactersimagines @becca-e-barnes @callsign-rogueone @wishilovedyouinthe80s @jaiheats @freshfleshandblood @axen-gers @c0untryclub @wingedjellyfishrebel @fandomsfuelme @interplanetarytraveler @supe-r-nova

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #cuethediscoandthedrinks #cuethedisco #ask answered #drabbles #fanfic #reqs open #fanfiction #send requests #requests open #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic

[wheeboo]

hi raniaaaaa 💗

hers some soft hcs i have shua that i think u might like (some taken from my baking hc post but i mean.. i wrote it, so i think its okay?)

domestic shua hcs

BAKING w joshua

like it'd be so cute, he'd be so gentle

if u had hard time w mixing things, he'd take over and give u massage after

showers you w kisses after

cuddles while things in the oven 💗

what are ur thoughts, and what are ur hcs for this?

HI AMELIA HOPE U BEEN WELL LOVE <33 ok i absolutely had no idea how to format this so ill just put it in bullet points hehe also im no baker but i tried my best LOL

baking w him is sO DOMESTIC LIKE

imagine you both are huddled around one of your phones or this recipe book

and being so indecisive in choosing which thing to bake

when the two of finally decide on something, you read out the list of ingredients while joshua is grabbing them from the pantry like so fast

he's truly a master at following the recipes to a TEE he doesn't want to miss anything so he's rereading it every 5 seconds

somehow has all these baking tools and accessories just laying around and you didnt even notice???

OK BUT IMAGINE HAVING MATCHING COUPLE APRONS W HIM??? IT WOULD BE SO ADORABLE UGHHH

maybe you were pouring flour in the bowl and accidentally got some on your nose or face and didnt notice

and then when you look back at joshua he just has tHE MOST FOND AND LOVING SMILE TO HIS FACE when he sees the small patch of flour on your face

if its at the corner of your lips he'd caress it off w his finger

or if its on your nose he'd give it a little boop w his finger and wipe it off

oR if hes feeling particularly mischevious he wouldnt say anything, only having a hard time suppressing his chuckles

"what? why are you laughing? is there something on my face?" you ask him

"hmm, no there's nothing on your face, sweetheart" (there is, and you dont notice it until a few mins later when you look at yourself on your phone)

then you put some flour on HIS face as payback HEHEHE

imagine mixing the bowl and he just comes up from behind and just ... backhugs you FML

yes joshua = backhugs and no one can convince me otherwise. he is the king of backhugs

places kisses to the back of your neck and rests his head on your shoulder as he watches you whisk away

if he sees you struggling to mix he'd definitely offer to take over everything. and if you insist he'd just be like "just relax, love. i got this"

totally did not just imagine him randomly flexing his arm muscles as i wrote that

"let me takeover, baby. you're going to hurt your hands"

he would def gently massage your hands right afterwards too :(( n gives lil kisses to your knuckles and saying how he doesn't like seeing you hurt

ugh cuddles while waiting for the oven to ding is the BEST part of this entire thing i swear

like after taking off the mitts and aprons he just grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of the couch, bringing you into his arms as he falls back on the cushion and showers you with a bunch of kisses to your face and already planning for your next baking/cooking session together

"hmm maybe we should cook/bake THIS next..."

melting in his embrace is just the best feeling honestly :((

there's always a touch of magic after cooking/baking w him that just makes the food even better tbh

#amxlia-stars #answered #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #joshua imagines #joshua headcanons #joshua fluff #joshua x reader #soft hours!

[konnorhasapen]

NO OMG I REALLY TAGGED THE WRONG PERSON YESTERDAY SAYING I WAS GONNA POST THE WIP FOR THAT VAMPIRE BIGFOOT THING TODAY FML-

@romeo-the-homeo IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOU SHAJFBJBF AND SINCE YOU SEEMED INTERESTED @friendlyfaded YEAH SURE ANYWAY HERE IT IS I GUESS💀

   "As happy I am that you're makin' friends, I have a couple questions." Alphonse began, sparing only a glance to his passenger as he spoke. "First of all, why did they have to be all the way in California? Second, why did you pack so much shit? I mean, seriously, your crap's taken up the entire backseat and thrown up into the trunk! What do you need all of that for? And third—" He griped with a lighthearted chuckle, being cut off by his partner.

   "I told you it's for our hunt!" Seth exclaimed, fiddling and futzing with the camera settings while it was already recording. "We need all the gear we can get our hands on to nab this thing! Or at least get decent, actual footage." He added smartly. Seth smiled when he finally got the perfect look he was going for he set it on his thigh while he twisted to grab the tripod he packed, the camera lens facing toward him.

   "Nice crotch-shot." Alphonse snorted, receiving a playful "shut up, Al" and a smack in the arm as the brunette twisted back into his seat, tripod in hand.  "Aye, don't hit the driver! That's so unsafe!" He laughed, the sound infectious.

   "Didn't you have another question?" Seth asked as he attached the camera and began positioning in front between them as to get both himself and Al in the frame.

   "Yeah, I did. Two of 'em! Before you so rudely interrupted me." Seth rolled his eyes at the others' snarky response and replied:

   "Why don't you ask it then?"

   "Fine, fine!" He laughed again and cleared his throat. "Third, who even are these people? And last, but most definitely not least, why in the hell am I bein' dragged along with you?" Alphonse asked, earning a chuckle in return.

   "These people are friends I met online!" Seth paused for a minute, thinking. "Well.., one of them is. They said they have a friend whose also a huge cryptid fanatic and that they'll tag along with us."

   "You only know one of them?"

   "Yep."

   "And they invited you to this Dahlia place."

   "Mhm." Alphonse blinked at Seth's answers, taking a few moment of silence before inhaling deep.

   "Am I the only one here who thinks there's a ninety-seven percent chance this person is most definitely a psycho killer? I'm driving you to your murder crime scene. That is what I'm doing right now." Al rambled, making emphasizing gestures with his hands as best he could with his palms still on the wheel while he drove.

   "C'mon, I've looked up pictures of Dahlia. I doubt there's a psycho killer anywhere near that place." Seth rolled his eyes again before the camera was finally in position, smiling to himself as he flipped the monitor around to see Alphonse and himself both in the shot. "There we go." He declared.   "And I dragged you with me because none of this would've fit on my bike." Before the pastel punk could answer, Seth cleared his throat and drew in a steadying breath.

   "What—are you preparin' to give a speech to the president?" Al teased him again, interrupting him anyways.

   "Oh my g— Alphonse shut the hell up and let me do this!" The two laughed together for a minute, then once it died down the self-proclaimed cryptid hunter repeated his preparation to officially start this video.

   "This weekend on another episode of Hunting Ghosts and Other Assorted Paranormal Entities, Alphonse and I are taking a huntin' trip. We've done some digging and came across the general area where the most sightings have been reported and narrowed it down to a single city in California called 'Dahlia'. So that's where Al and I, are headed to next." He closed it off dramatically, leaving a few seconds of quiet before letting it drop.

   "You're still goin' with that name? Seriously?" Asked Alphonse as he made a futile attempt to hold back his snickering.

   "What is your problem with the name? I think it's great." Seth rebutted.

   "That's way too much of a mouthful, man!"

   "Oh yeah? Then come up with a better one, right now." Minutes of utter silence passed by as Seth burned holes into the side of Al's head with his chocolate brown eyes open wide in a stare.

   "...I can't—"

   "Exactly."

There you go, that's all I have at the moment lmao

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #yuurivoice #wip wednesday #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #the cursed cryptid hunt crossover

[ajcrwl]

doggo is having a bad night today.

someone left their dog alone in a flat a few floors above us. they did it once during the day, and then left again before midnight? it's crying in the most yappy small dog voice. the sound travels really well through the pipes in this house, so our central heating and radiators have been nothing but this dog radio for over two hours now.

my doggo makes loud, assertive RRAF and BOW sounds, and she's been trying to communicate this whole time. I keep switching between ordering her to stay quiet and trying to tell her that there's nothing we can do, that we need to calm down and go to sleep, and then maybe that pupper will calm down when it can't hear her anymore. she came over, licked my entire arm from wrist to shoulder in the most worried way, and went away to keep watch again.

she can hear that the other dog is worried so she's worried too, so it feels wrong to punish her in any way for this.

amazingly they've both calmed down for now. and now I can't fall asleep because of a headache caused by all this noise 🙉

Ps . Oop, I think I heard a door close. If that was the owner... dude, wtf, it's 2:30 in the morning, goddamit.

PPS. Nope! I spoke too soon! Back to yappy crying and loud boofs in response. FML.

#mine #dog

[dear-mrs-otome]

I posted 1,088 times in 2022

That's 601 more posts than 2021!

748 posts created (69%)

340 posts reblogged (31%)

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I tagged 1,011 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#mrs o talks - 399 posts

#spoiler - 314 posts

#spoilers - 314 posts

#ikepri spoilers - 237 posts

#ikemen prince spoilers - 236 posts

#ikemen prince - 150 posts

#ikepri - 147 posts

#ikepri silvio - 120 posts

#ikemen vampire - 107 posts

#ikevamp - 105 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#i hope they don't entirely lean on the rio thing because i like him but nit enough to feel bad for wanting to bone his brother instead

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Silvio Ricci - PRETEND LOVER Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Yes, he is blushing. And yes, you'd better get used to his red-faced dumbstruck look because it's happening. Often.)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio's event story.

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Please always bear in mind that 1) I claim to be no expert in JP and there are and will be mistakes in this so show mercy on this amateur - and if you see any obvious mistakes, kindly let me know so I can improve 2) I didn't even TRY to make Silvio's dialogue as rude as it is. Always, at all times, assume this man is talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

Aaaaaand 3) I made this so fucking long. Why did I feel compelled to be so detailed idk - this isn't even really a summary anymore it's just the whole damn event. FML

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So our story starts with Emma walking down the hall and being stopped by a very persistent aristocratic man she’s been dodging for days now - almost a dozen times now whenever she’s found herself alone he’s popped up, ‘coincidentally’, pestering her to have tea or spend time with him. 

He tries again today, stating how beautiful it is outside and how she should join him for tea. She tries to make her excuses, apologizing and saying she has a prior engagement, but this stalker says no, he knows that’s not true - she doesn’t have anything on her schedule, he’s already checked with the servants in court. 

She’s dismayed and also more than a bit wtf internally, when he presses her and says she doesn’t have any reason to hesitate so they should go. Takes her by the hand, making her skin sort of literally crawl, and tries to pull her off - only to be interrupted by a voice.

“Found you.”

Someone’s hand comes from behind and snags her, hauling her in…and she turns around to find, to her horror, that it’s Silvio there behind her. The tyrant himself, the last person she probably wants to see or have anything to do with because he is patently The Worst. 

She can tell already that today is going to be rough.

He’s got his arms around her from behind, caught up too in his fancy schmancy exotic cologne, when he scolds her for making a hassle of herself. She’s one part relieved to be rescued from the creepy aristo guy…and one part full of dread because it’s Silvio that’s saved her and she knows he is far faaaar from a nice man. 

He says with a smile how she’d already make a promise to him for the next while, and she’s blankly like….promise??? Prompting him to scowl at her before she’s all OH RIGHT RIIIIGHT THAT PROMISE RIGHT NOW YEP YEP. Realizing that maybe he’s trying to cover for her excuse to the aristocrat earlier. 

Silvio’s grinning, but then he turns to the aristocrat and brushes him off, stating he doesn’t know who the guy is but he shouldn’t dare touch someone else’s woman - specifically, this woman is his.

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235 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

Cute tsun cute tsun cute tsun alert

252 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#3

Pace non trovo - IkePri (Silvio)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Silvio Ricci/MC (Emma)

Warnings: None - not even spoilers really, just speculation

Summary: Silvio sets out to discover what it takes to buy Emma…but the true cost isn’t something either of them expects. (6.7k YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT WHY BRAIN words of snark and fluff, SFW)

Author’s Note: Frankly I’m just tired of looking at this. It’s long and I’ll never be happy with it but I want it out there before Cybird undermines all my ideas. And the gratuitous Italian is all my own headcanon.

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260 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#2

Silvio Ricci - 1st Birthday (His POV) - Yet Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “Cut it out, back off!”)

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio’s 1st birthday story in his POV.

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Birthdays are the easiest occasion of the year to close a deal. No time to rest, as many merchants come looking for investments - Silvio’s never had any doubts on that matter. In fact, he’s always thought it was the best way to celebrate a birthday.

Until that cheeky woman prodded a sore spot.

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“You’re late,” he tells her, when he finally sees her amidst the hectic preparations for his birthday party. Pissy because she's dawdled when a few hours prior he’d summoned her with an invitation.

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281 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ahhh, he looks so happy they both do 🥺 - or at least he was until he realized Emma was faking sleep when she started giggling over him being mushy while she was 😘

310 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #omg just call it the Year of Silvio why don't we #klsdjfdls #i have problems and i will acknowledge them

[lady-charinette]

Following this amazing post:

FML TUMBLR DELETED MY LONG POST TIME TO TYPE AGAIN

@ghostlyhamburger My friend you're awesome, beautiful, talented, smart- thanks for the tag!! Also: I'm so In LOVE with this AU!!

Chloe as Gaston absolutely fucks, who else would sing an entire song about themselves and how great they are (No one _ like Chloe fits to a "T")

Instead of Theo being Gaston, he's one of the trio of men who fawn over and worship Chloe (like those three women in the primary colors fawning over Gaston)

Lefou is definitely Sabrina, what I also think fits this really well is the small, few moments where Lefou feels remorse for Gaston's actions that hurt Belle but he still remains loyal to Gaston

Marinette will wreck half the castle bc who the fuck has ugly antique furniture who can talk as roommates. Chip (maybe the blue haired boy from Sandboy) slowly befriends her after he sees Marinette show remorse for accidentally killing his mom "She was a beautiful teapot." "Yes she was."

Lumiere being Alya slaps, Cogsworth is either Nino or Alix/ Bunnyx (get it? Time, clock?)

If Nino isn't Cogsworth then he is definitely the Featherduster who dramatically and gracefully dances with Alya, she accidentally burns off some of his feathers and he wears his signature cap from the show to hide how bald he became. At least he still has feathers to dust furniture with.

The wardrobe is either Juleka or Rose OR BOTH: listen, they dress Marinette in the most beautiful dresses and gowns, in colors of pink, purple and black bc it fits with her colors

Just bc Marinette is a XXL sized bug doesn't mean she doesn't rock skirts and ballroom gowns Marinette designed and had sewn some of her clothes herself, turns out her little stick arms are perfect for precision work

The first time Adrien sees Marinette she has her back to him and he think she's some lost princess or kidnapped by the beast of the castle, she wears a cowl so he can't see her features. When Marinette dramatically turns around and all he sees is a 6ft bug with twitching antennas and huge blue eyes Adrien screams the damsel in distress scream and faints

Marinette may not have the ferocious roar of the Beast, but her twitching antennas and wiggling ladybug wings definitely look menacing to Adrien behind bars when she throws him in the cell

Marinette would've been more than happy to burn Gabriel alive but Adrien has too good a heart and offers himself in his father's stead. It doesn't surprise Marinette when no answer came from Gabriel, no gold to be paid for Adrien's freedom or a mob sent to kill her. Marinette lies when Adrien asks if she heard news of his father, she willingly paints herself the villain. It's easier to see the contempt for her in his green eyes than the devastating sadness if he heard his father didn't care at all.

Marinette will absolutely eat Gabriel alive, she may not be a man eating bug but damn it if she won't force her diet to change if it means getting the man away from Adrien

In a surprising twist of events, wolves are absolutely terrified of a 6ft tall ladybug with bustling wings who bears her twitchy antennas ferociously at them

The first time Adrien and Marinette grow closer was when he complimented her wings and how beautiful they looked and how soulful her big eyes were (Marinette wasn't used to hearing this, after all who would call a bug beautiful by any means? She wasn't beautiful like the butterflies visiting her blooming garden)

Marinette is pleasantly surprised to learn Adrien can cook, how can a human be so handsome and pretty and cook so well? The residents of the castle didn't starve for the first time since 100 years

Chloe's first offense against Marinette was her calling Adrien's new attire hideous (Marinette designed that herself), her second one was calling Marinette's roommates lifeless, ugly furniture, nobody called her roommates ugly except Marinette!

Marinette @ Chloe:"They have more life in them than you ever will, despite sucking the souls out of whoever you kiss." Chloe:" :0" (insert shocked pikachu face)

After turning human Marinette still has the antennas on top of her head and Adrien finds them adorable. Marinette is glad she still has them bc she would feel incomplete without that part of her (the Bug Life is the Thug Life)

#miraculous ladybug #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupaincheng #miraculous #ml au #miraculous au #beauty and the beast #adrinette #adrienette #chloe bourgeois #sabrina raincomprix #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe

[nerice]

writing server "find the word" snippet roundup !! uwaa

joy (amasa callout on mainnn fml)

reina tracks the scratch marks on his chest. new paths of pain crossing old scars, the puckered edges rimmed with dried blood that her touch disturbs. his hand cups hers through the motions, a tremble to his fingertips—a tell like the momentary twitch in his eyes—the hidden places in which his metered persona cracks and gives way to something less deliberate, more honest. "what are you then?" she asks. gray laughs without any joy or sound in it, a rough intake of breath that is filled with an arrogance ill befitting his current state. "soulless, sweetness, that's what i am. nothing more and nothing less."

challenge (surprise actual main novel opening scene!)

the more time caitlin spends up here, looking out at the endless horizons, the more the idea tempts her: to descend into the city. one wrong move and she'd plummet, a fall from this height fatal no doubt. and even if she succeeds, if she doesn't slip, doesn't lose her nerve halfway, even then... she would lose herself in this labyrinth and never find the way back. caitlin knows all this, but the temptation remains—the challenge, the allure, the haunting gravity of this place.

pity (posted by itself over here. linn behavior moments <3)

sacred (shina hates being the entire war's healbot)

she can keep it in her mind as sacred—life should be preserved—without negating the disdain that eats away at her day in day out. none of these people deserve to live.

medicine (serpent girlprince propaganda!!)

avery is not asleep. slouched against the peeling wall, the empty medicine bottle discarded on the blanket, her arm slung around her bruised stomach, it looks for all the world as if she is sleeping. but the fingers of her other hand rest at the scar on her thigh, and so lucie knows she is awake; knows the truth now—about her secret communion with the god she harbors—and it still stings, to not have known anything about her best friend at all, it seems. she pulls a chair to the cot, scraping its legs over the wooden floor, but avery's eyes stay closed. the shadow she casts along the wall is serpentine, inhuman.

aaaand that's a wrap!!!! extremely fun game i look forward to doing this every week now ww

#LOVE that it forces me to translate novel content im getting better at it <33 #also in general getting to polish little bits n pieces of older content to post is rly fun this is was the best idea ever #elia writes #man am i finally gonna get some mileage out of this tag? wild

[iobartach]

@gazelessmenagerie replied to your post “fml i missed mentioning miguel's birthday by a...”:

Broly just drops a deer carcass he hunted and calls it a day.

The delivered remains are met with a quiet reception at first, his thoughts towing the line between offering thanks and asking if such a pursuit had been entirely necessary. In the end, a third option is taken, halving his impressive height to crouch beside the hunted creature whilst arms come to rest upon his thighs, brows elevating as he pondered what to do with his 'gift.'

"Want to share this?" Rural living was an existence that a future-born, city slicker like himself was still getting used to, but he had been adapting as best as he could. "I won't eat much. Plus, I imagine you've worked up quite the appetite."

#gazelessmenagerie #verse; trasnaigh an rubaicón #defrtg broly! 😂

[emfoedisni]

fml

there is this boy i know i need to let go. i just can't. not remembering the way he holds me. not remembering the way he kisses me. not remembering the way he pulls my hair and the way he worships me between my legs. not remembering his body. his arms. his neck. his abs. fck meeeeeeeee i'm going insane.

he is the best sexual partner i've ever had in my entire life holy fuck how. he. is.

he's just not boyfriend material. not for me. he doesn't has what i'm looking for right now. and it wouldn't be a problem if i didn't have to choose between him and a guy who truly loves me. the main problem is i don't have the same connection with the boy who loves me as i have with the boy who fucks me good.

i know i need to look for something solid now as i'm getting old and concerned i'm never going to get married lol but i can't let him go. i want all of him. i want everything with him. i want his hands around my waist every single day. i want his tongue dancing with mine while he says how beautiful i am.

how the fuck am i supposed to let this man go???? for god sake!!

[seokmins]

Amg yes! It’s my first comeback with svt 💖 It’ll be my caratversary next month ☺️ ngl the amount of content they had made me feel like I’ve been with them longer 😭😭😭 they don’t have to do anything bc I think they’re programmed to put their entire svtussy in everything they do like Gose is an excellent example 😂 so I’m really excited, they’ll really knock it out of the park 🥺 HSBDBS I’m always ready to hype that man up 😩💖 will jump trees if it means I can cheer him on (tbh I have no idea what I just said!)

omigosh I probs have thoughts about the trailer 🥺 It’s just so interesting how they showcased different struggles, like not just internal/personal conflicts but relationships and societal ones too. I love how their message is really fxck my life but fml fighting edition 😂 I might have to watch the trailer 7x again bc their visuals always distract me but it really hits home 🥺 they’re really one of the most precious people on this earth

Also, you’re a strong cutie g too sunshine Elv 😂 I fear kyeom’s arm veins (with mnet editing style) will be pinned to my forehead until the next zine preview 😩 he is so fine my god!! Like he can go from soft to hot in a second, the duality is really insane. Forever holding you in the Cutie G cell 🥺💗🥺💗

— chia 🐏✨

I thought you were a carat for sm longer omggg well and too i feel as if i've known you for quite some time already <3 so true, i agree bc i feel like they keep me very much so entertained haha and you're absolutely correct!! i am super excited to see what they will release this time!! noo that made a lot of sense, i love the tree jumping sjdkf haha you are so cute :'))

i didn't get to watch it yet in its entirety bc of work :'((( but i can't wait bc thus fair it seems super intense and i love that! esp the different conflicts haha bc fr that is how we all feel day-to-day. and ik the visuals are sooo insane and i love them so much and am proud of them + everything they are doing!

jsdkfj i'm STILL not over it idk if i can move on from this it was such a shock to the system to see this morning ajdkfjakdj but ikr?? i am so v sensitive with the constant whiplash between his dualities haha thank you my sweet Cutie G cell buddy i am holding you back so tightly

#us trying to survive in our lil happy cell bubble #chia 🍋 #elv's mootz #elv's inbox

[problem-project]

I'm so fucking fatigued today and I haven't done anything. I've been awake for just about 5 hours and my entire body and mind are so exhausted I feel it in my bones. I haven't even been able to be productive at all today because I feel like I don't even have the energy to lift my arms up from my sides. Fml

#the fatigue is real #disabling fatigue #chronically fatigued