#only your warmth

[the-way-astray]

Hiiiii

Katie is hands off for this fic

You have no one to blame but me this go around 😅

(It's actually more tame than all my others tho)

Anyway time for it

This one is called:

Only Your Warmth

Stria trudged up the stairs. Her legs were lead. Why did the Elite Towers have to have so many freaking stairs?

She kicked off her shoes as soon as she stumbled in through the door. Her cape ended up crumpled on her carpet.

She was expecting the softness of a mattress to catch her fall. Instead, she fell on top of something hard. A person groaned from under her comforter.

Stria grabbed the lamp from her desk and aimed it at the lump on her bed. She chucked it once she had scrambled off.

Keefe poked his head out from the blanket and stopped the lamp with telekinesis before it bashed him in his head.

"What are you doing in here?" Stria asked

"Leak in my room," he mumbled

She slipped under the covers. "And I assume you're going to want to stay in here tonight?

He gave her puppy eyes, not that they ever worked on her. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you can stay. You better not make me late in the morning, though."

"Yes, your majesty," Keefe teased.

He scooted over so she could have her bed back. She flopped onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow. He rolled onto his side to draped an arm over her.

She was about to snuggle to him, but he paused her. He took his shirt off and threw it to the corner of the room.

Stria kissed his cheek and let him envelope her in his embrace. She listened to the sound of his heartbeat. It eventually lulling her to sleep.

this one is still terrible but relatively speaking, not too bad.

"Stria trudged up the stairs. Her legs were lead. Why did the Elite Towers have to have so many freaking stairs?"

for real. they could at least have a vortinator in there smh. who designed this shit.

"She kicked off her shoes as soon as she stumbled in through the door. Her cape ended up crumpled on her carpet."

if i was an elf i would legit never wear my cape. ever. if i get in trouble, so be it. freedom of clothing and whatnot i hate that shit.

""Leak in my room," he mumbled"

as if the elves have leaks smh. and i just know the elves are the stupid kind that would some arbitrary "no boys in the girls' room after x time and vice versa!" rule.

"He gave her puppy eyes, not that they ever worked on her. She rolled her eyes."

keefe doesn't do puppy eyes though. he does idiotic smirks and cringy "charm".

"She flopped onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow. He rolled onto his side to draped an arm over her."

HOW DID YOU FIND OUT THAT I LIKE TO SLEEP ON MY STOMACH. ALAYDA THAT WAS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. YOU. anyway get your arm off me keefe i'm trying to sleep. i hate sleeping with someone else all over me. ew.

"She was about to snuggle to him, but he paused her. He took his shirt off and threw it to the corner of the room."

NOT THE "HE PAUSED HER" HELP. AND ALAYDA. THE SHIRTLESSNESS IS SO FORCED DID YOU WRITE THIS SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE I SAID I NEVER WANT TO PICTURE KEEFE SHIRTLESS AND I'D BE FORCED TO IF SOMEONE WROTE THAT IN A ME X KEEFE FIC. DID YOU. EWWWWWWWWWW.

"Stria kissed his cheek and let him envelope her in his embrace. She listened to the sound of his heartbeat. It eventually lulling her to sleep."

EWWWWWWWWW. EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW. EWWWWWW. DISGUSTING. NOT A CHEEK KISS. GROSS. and i have no interest in hearing keefe's heartbeat. unless it's giving out.

cringy as all hell but not as bad as the other, a solid 0/10. highest score you've gotten thus far good job.

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

[gunstellations]

gentle mornings

[teehee-vibes]

Agonized over the fact that when Chip reunites with Arlin, no matter how it happens, whether Arlin is dead or alive, corrupted or stable, preserved as he was or aged by time and magic… whether it’s a moment of joy and relief at a long-awaited reunion or a heart-shattering episode of grief because Chip is too late, Chip can’t even cry about it.

[nsfw-godcomplex]

I hope I'm not just a tight needy cunt for you to pound into, but also a warm pair of tits for you to rest your head on after you're done filling me up

[sincerely-sofie]

*Skitters up to you on all fours and drops this in your lap, then scrambles up the walls and onto the ceiling and immediately falls asleep*

Comic time! Lucky wakes up in the middle of the night and has a chat with Sen in this one.

[kendallroygf]

btw this is probably one of the most insane and telling scenes in regards to stewy nd kendall. like the stewy-marcia interaction first off. the way it’s so clearly paralleling kenstewy with logan and marcia. stewy and marcia literally watch their respective persons in silence. also important to note that stewy was one of the first ppl to greet logan when he arrived probably bc he knew that one of the first things logan was going to do was approach kendall and he wanted to get in there first to gauge the situation + logan. but stewy’s concern for kendall in regards to what could happen when he’s in close proximity to logan is so clear and almost synonymous with marcia’s own concern/love for logan at this point. like it seems intentional that they were shown to be like. logan and kendall’s respective partners here

[thembospice]

This @barbie has body dysmorphia

[sudsyv2]

Soap who learns just how touch starved Ghost is and then ghost also learning just how willing soap is to let ghost glomp him.

Even if ghost was a fucking brick wall of a man, soap would always have his arms open wide to hold the other. Ghost would wrap strong arms around soap waist and hum in pleasure as he feels soap ease his fingers through ghosts hair.

It was gentle and sickeningly sweet.

Like a mama holding her child, close and filled with love. Something ghost never experienced. Someone being so gentle with him. Ghost was more of a machine than a man. Throwing away things like feelings was what ghost was trained to do. He wasn’t supposed to feel sad, to feel happy, to feel anything.

Oh but how Simon wished he could.

For his whole life Simon was a bird stuck in its cage, tied down to its perch. Wings clipped. And feathers turned a dull white. The color long gone from them.

He was brought up as a pawn. One that fell under hands that couldn’t care less about where they moved him across the board that is the battlefield. Just another insignificant piece on the board.

But Johnny saw through that. And did more for Simon than he thought he deserved.

He saw through the walls that ghost had built up, over years and years. And then Johnny tore through them.

Tore through them and saw Simon.

A shriveled mess, so lonely and so scared. Johnny saw a dim light in Simons eyes. Light that wasn’t just refracted from the glint of ghosts blade. It was human. Something ghost had desperately trained out of his own body.

The human, Simon, was shy at first. Barely peeking his head out. Soap was used to ghost.

But Johnny could most definitely get used to Simon.

Simon was demure. The opposite of ghost. He was still silent though. But it wasn’t from the instincts of a trained killer, it was from the instincts of someone who’s been beat down so much that they can’t help but curl in on themselves.

But just like soap brought ghost out his spot in the corner of the room, Johnny brought Simon out of ghosts shadow.

Simon could remember all the times soap switched to Johnny. That loud and playful energy switched to calm and tender. All to meet with Simon. The one ghost had kept hidden for years.

Johnny was slow and patient with Simon. Gentle coaxing and soft chats. Soon Simon began to speak. Walking out from behind ghosts shadow to meet with johnnys kind eyes.

It wasn’t just ghost and soap, a connection through their personas, but now it was Simon and Johnny. They mixed together just as well as ghost and soap did, if not better.

Ghost would turn to Simon when his social battery ran out. Softly pulling of soaps shirt to lead the man to ghosts room. Where they’d spend hours laying together. Simon and Johnny.

Simon held onto Johnny like the man was his salvation.

And for what simons been through? Johnny might as well been god in a human form.

[icewindandboringhorror]

thinking about orange juice

[blujayonthewing]

what's more ruthless: muppet mrs dilber taking the blankets off him before the body even had time to cool or the charwoman stripping the nice shirt the undertaker dressed him in right off his cold miserable corpse

[good-to-drive]

I totally agree with the general consensus that Ringo provided a lot of emotional support and coolheadedness to the other beatles to the point where they'd have probably killed each other without him but I do also wonder sometimes how much of that is being supernaturally patient and easygoing and how much of it is Ringo just having a tumultuous and isolated childhood where he was never taught to recognize and assert his own emotional needs so he became a blank slate on which others could process their emotions

(And tbh I also wonder how an inability to access or assert his feelings may have contributed to his tendency to process pain by numbing himself and the pretty shitty way he treated women)

[arainaizevran]

wip wednesday thursday saturday feat. some gay lay on hands action, as tagged by @asharaks <3 thank you bestie :3c

His hand lingers for a moment on the bandaged wound as he looks up at Wyll giving him a pained smile. A glowing light emerges from the contact, making them both flinch back. But this is different from his divine smite. This time, it’s a warm kind of glow, not the usual searing heat. They look at each other.

“I think— I think that’s—”

“My divine healing?”

Hurriedly, Ajax puts his hand back on the wound, but nothing happens. “It’s not working.” He looks up at Wyll. “I’m sorry, I thought—”

There’s that glow again. Ajax fights the reflex to pull his hand back and lets it stay there. It flickers for a moment, then Ajax realizes he got it all wrong when he channeled the healing from his smiting rage. He finally understands where this pool of healing comes from.

He closes his eyes and pictures it: all the moments Wyll had smiled at him, gave him a reassuring pat on the back, and most of all, the moment he touched his arm and told him he believed in him. That despite everything Ajax has done, Wyll is still here. And that Wyll believes he can overcome it. Ajax lets himself feel all of it—all the positive feelings that Wyll gives him—and the comforting warmth surges from his heart, running in his veins and to the tips of his fingers.

Ajax opens his eyes. His hand glows alight with healing power. He can’t help but grin widely. “I did it!”

Wyll’s hand on his shoulder softens as he sighs with relief. “You did it!”

The hand stops glowing. Gingerly, Ajax takes off the bandage, the skin mended with a fresh pink scar left.

“I actually did it.” Ajax looks up at Wyll and sees him smiling. His body moves before his brain can react and the next thing he knows he’s sat next to Wyll and hugging him tight. With a shock, he realizes what he’s doing and is about to pull away when Wyll wraps his arms around him.

Ajax doesn’t want it to end.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

i love the fact that both Artemy and Clara can sleep in Daniil’s bed

imagine Daniil coming back to the Stillwater after a long, exhausting day, trudging up the stairs, ready to finally get some rest, and there’s these two conked out in his bed

(Artemy was definitely there first. Clara came second, saw him already asleep, and instead of, you know, going back to her own fuckin house, crawled right into the bed next to him and nestled against him like a kitten seeking warmth)

Daniil is just like, “what the fuck”

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[hussyknee]

No spice in your food, no bidets in your bathrooms, no expansive culture of generosity and hospitality...the way white people live is a tragedy.