#LK; us

[luk3nk13r4n]

*ahem* flowers for both of you

L: Flowers?

K: For us?

L: Thank you, lil' birdie.

K: I'll put them in a vase with water so they'll last longer.

L: Did you want anything in return? A kiss?

K: Two?

[agendratum]

lee know’s underappreciated dad jokes collection (3/?)

[itsokguysimquirky]

❥ clingy and drunk 🛏️🍻🌡

❥ lip gallagher x reader, no use of y/n, college!au, fluffy nonsense, like one (1) whole sex joke, established relationship, fem!reader (as in, it's mentioned you have tits)

❥ after waking up with a fever, a headache, and everything else people hate about being sick, you decided to stay in for the night instead of going out with Lip to a party. You planned on having a quiet night in, but your boyfriend had other plans.

❥ a/n: kind of want to do a part two where the reader's the clingy and drunk one, while Lip gets to be the sober one appreciating the sight. i'd say I'll write it if there's interest but i gotta be fr I'll probably write it anyways.

❥ w/c -> 1026 words

It was a quiet knock to your door that broke the brain fog flooding your sleepy, fever-addled brain. It was a second, much more needy knock that forced you onto your feet and towards your dorm’s door. When your boyfriend, clearly inebriated, was revealed to be the knocker on the other side, it was hard not to glare at him. Well, it was hard to glare at Lip. You tried your best to, but the yawn that overtook you didn’t exactly make you seem all that intimidating. 

“Thought you were at a party?” You asked, dressed minimally in just sleep shorts and a large t-shirt that was definitely Lip's first, the optimal sick outfit. You were meant to be at said party with him, but after waking up with far too high a temperature and a killer headache, along with skipping all of your lectures for the day, partying seemed out of the question. Lip offered to stay in with you, but you had reassured him that if you didn’t get to go out, he would have to go to make up for it.

Lip smiled at you, all big and dopey and without any of the walls his sober self kept up. He was quick to wrap his arms around you, hands resting on your lower back as he struggled in his drunken state to push the door shut with his foot. “Hm, missed you… Party sucked without you.” He tugged you towards him, his words whispered into your ear.

“I was tryin’ to sleep…” You mumbled, yawning again. Your breath was hot against his neck, and clearly tickling him if the giggle-like laughter that escaped him was any indicator.

He pressed you closer to him, ducking his head down to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek, “Sorry to wake up my sleeping beauty-” You laugh, pushing him away, “Hey, hey. No, c’mon…” He whines, quick to slip his grip to your waist and pull you back to him. Your hip bones press against each through the fabric of your pajama shorts and his jeans.

You smile, hands moving down to fiddle with his belt, undoing the buckle, “Your breath stinks.”

“‘M sorry…” Lip pouts, letting his head drop to rest on your chest- well your tits, he was always fond of those. “Beer stinks.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, “Yeah. Yeah, it does.” You tug at his belt, pulling him by it as you shuffle back towards your bed. It’s a little hard to, your fever left you uncoordinated and Lip’s hands refused to loosen, unlike his belt which was actively loosening as you pulled at it. “You’re so clingy…”

He hummed against your sleep shirt, nipping at the fabric. Your legs pushed against your bed frame, and Lip was quick to lift you up and deposit you on top of it. He’s next to you just as fast, slipping one leg between yours as he begins to plant a series of chaste kisses to your neck. His jeans had been abandoned to your floor somewhere in the motions, you weren’t quite sure when.

“Down boy.” You teased, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at you. The pure look of adoration and desire in his puppy-dog eyes made letting him do whatever he wanted oh-so-tempting, but considering your bones already ached from the effort of getting out of bed and back into it, you doubted fulfilling his desires would do much to beat the fever plaguing you. Your boyfriend’s dick wasn’t what the doctor ordered, though maybe if the doctor saw what he could do with it they would change their mind.

Whining at the refusal, Lip’s pout returned to make up a rather sulky face. Soaking up your touch a moment longer, Lip eventually broke free to rest his head on your chest once again.

“Wanna watch a movie..?” You asked, carding a hand through his hair. “Somethin’ old, ‘m thinkin’ Disney.”

Lip's hazed eyes met yours, a drink-induced film glazed over them, “Thought you were tryna sleep?”

You shook your head, “Nah, nah, I'm awake now. Don't think I can sleep for another bit.” Your arm reached for the space between your bed and drawer, knowing that’s where you shoved your laptop earlier.

“Oh… ‘M sorry…” Lip seemed genuinely upset, the glaze coating his eyes looking alarmingly like tears. You could say with certainty that you had never seen a sober Lip cry before, it was rare to even see him look close to it. Drunk Lip was mostly the same story, at least when others were around, but something about it being just the two of you got your boy surprisingly teary-eyed when inebriated.

You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, his curls tickling your face. “Shhh, you're fine. I like the company, missed you.” You cooed, abandoning your laptop to comfort him.

“Missed you too…” He hiccuped, tilting his head up to get a better look at you. His chin was digging into the skin right above your chest, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him to move.

“I know baby, you already said.” You smiled, pecking either of his temples between your words.

“Baby..?” He mumbled, “I’m your baby?” Lip’s eyes were wide and looking at yours like they were the most magical thing he had ever seen, like you were the most magical thing he had ever seen, and you would be lying if you blamed your newly watery eyes on your fever.

You could only hum in response, nodding your head. You knew if you tried to speak, the sheer adorableness of his reaction would take over and you didn’t want him regretting the vulnerability the next morning when his head sobered up. With a smile, Lip yawned, nestling further against your chest, “Good. I’mma go sleep now, ‘kay..?” His eyes were already slipping shut, a sudden sleepiness overcoming him.

Nodding again, you murmured a quiet, “Okay, baby…” Planting a goodnight kiss to his forehead. You definitely were still too awake to try to sleep too, but cuddling with your asleep boyfriend wasn’t too shabby of an alternative.

[the-cooks-butch]

gonna try cooking this chicken spaghetti casserole this weekend. ive never made a casserole and i hate pan frying chicken but i will do it because i am so brave

[asmodeusamaryllis]

~ ♫ ♪ ♫

[floramau]

I may be a little cringe but at least I'm free

[leafatlaw]

anyone up thinking about widowers alliance ?? Hello , anyone ?? :(((((

Their relationship at the most base level is just their eachothers backups. Eachothers safety nets. No matter when or why they’re there with waiting arms to catch the other. They don’t have to look or ask, it’s guaranteed. Like the stars in the sky or a planet spinning round. It’s not fate or even just an alliance, it’s more than that. In good times bad times and everything in between it’s them. Scott and Cleo again and again and again

[faunandfloraas]

okay but my fav little thing is how whenever Lee Know has a singing moment where it's largely just him up on the stage, you can tell he still gets really nervous about it but Seungmin's always off to the side smiling and amping him up, telling fans to sing along- like you can tell he's trying to boost his confidence and its so :((

[hopkei]

"Long time no KabuOno"

[luk3nk13r4n]

The masks stay on.

[lunetual]

TEAM 7:00 (MASC) ✧ HEEJAE   ↳ PEAK TIME 2R : TEAM D VOCAL UNIT

[itsokguysimquirky]

lip gallagher • season 4 • episode 5 • there's the rub •

[morbidpaintz]

fuck having alt accounts if you cant handle me at my most bye shawty its a button click away

[yourdrugisafartbreaker]

I have so wanted to do like a little music mashup snippet of my own, and even though it’s a little jank, I am proud to present…

Chlorine Tears Don’t Fall - Foreign Hands and Bullet For My Valentine (It’s metal so it’s a bit loud so don’t listen to this on full volume)

Original songs used for the mashup:

Chlorine Tears - Foreign Hands https://youtu.be/deqKaUQ6hWo?si=uS2APaXkzDT87Pv- (Probably top 5 top 10 favorite metal songs I’ve listened to ever)

Tears Don’t Fall - Bullet For My Valentine https://youtu.be/O__jrH6MNFc?si=agG9IyR7Tai8HjEJ (One of the best and more influential modernish metal tracks)

[constellationcrowned]

✦ :o ?

Positivity meme

((I already said as much in the comments of the post you made earlier but if you ask me it all bears repeating (plus extra) so! I think you're a wonderfully dedicated and enthusiastic writer who not only appreciates the characters they write but you also expand on them (to say nothing of the lore in general) in a really fresh, unique way that only showcases just how much you love and respect the work put into cotl. Your drive and inspiration is so clear and tangible it's honestly impossible to ignore and the rpc on the whole needs more people who're so dedicated and passionate. I especially love your willingness to go in-depth in regards to motifs, themes, and so on, including the incredibly niche stuff. You don't shy away from anything and on top of that you're more than willing to explain your point of view in both a thorough and an accessible way which makes it really easy for people to get involved and interact regardless if they've played the game or not.

I initially played the game on launch---legit day one---and got pulled away for one reason or another but since coming across your blog not only am I reminded that I love the game and its characters I also miss playing it something fierce and because of you I'm excited to pick it back up again. And maybe---just maybe---add a muse over on my alt, we'll see.

I look forward to getting to know you and writing with you in the future and (hopefully) the work I do on this blog specifically will inspire and entice you just as much as you've inspired and enticed me. I know we'll have fun together no matter what at the very least.))

[tricornonthecob]

FUCK OFF I NEED TO WORK

LK 107: Where on God's Green Earth Are The Bois

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

Eggs Bennie is here to remind you that you're still on the clock.

Okay but again. I'd lose my shit if I was constantly being disrespected like that, too, just for trying to do my job.

Have you ever said something in a meeting, and it was rejected, then somebody else said the exact same thing you did but slightly differently, and everybody said "Oh word?" I have. I feel Eggs Bennie right now so hard.

He feels it, too. Its why he got stationed in Bumfuck, New York.

Okay real talk I would be so fucking giddy. The rebels had no cannon and then suddenly Hella Artillery. Just flush with munitions.

quit indulging your weird crush, Sarah.

The New Hampshire Grants more like the New Hampshire Sass.

Shit doesn't get past that nose of his.

ah, so it is Redcoat Dad Issues Incarnate, then.

Fuck he knows about him. This is making me spin headcanons.

Sarah it was like a 48-hour daydream you don't need to lend it more gravitas than it deserves. Or is it the Dad Issues coming out.

You know what this reminds me of???

Longbottom Leaf.

Of course he's a fucking beef jerky guy I bet he has a sponsorship deal with fucking Jack Links. She says derisively as a beef jerky girl.

Oh no. Oh no, honeyyyyy. I'm getting Long John Silver/Jimboy Hawkins vibe from this but like, source text Treasure Island literary lesson in the dark side of human nature and not Treasure Planet wholesome father/son discovery vibes.

while they argue and continue to lean into the enemies-to-lovers trope, Henri eats all their food and watches.

"A Soldier'n Dignity."

Sarah. That's your subtitle?

They both get to say they won. Benji Franx is trying real hard to make this a friends-to-lovers situation, isn't he.

Its because You Roll I Roll We Roll

Was it that, or was it because you respect her and love it when she's bold and chaotic and thought she looked cute in the outfit.

She giving so much Dom energy in this frame.

"...I have the weirdest boner."

He likes it and is uncomfortably turned on by having his spelling corrected, because I say so.

He's either an animal, or he's super off-kilter from his crush's mad top energy, or he's both. Buddy you are getting syrup on your hands are you trying to give her more fodder to sass at you, man you really aren't handling this newfound kink well.

I'm so mad there was a part 5, why was there so much content here.