#short whim

[middle-ans]

George was just doing routine laundry on his sudden day off in the middle of the week. He wasn't about to blatantly give the hot, gorgeous, enigmatic neighbor a surprise glimpse of what later found a floral affiliation with the shade of soft, blushing pink on his doorstep.

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What, I'm silly. And I love that scene from Desperate Housewives with the nanny in the laundry room at Scavo's house, btw Lynnette should've killed Tom on the spot when she found out.

The laundry room was empty, just as George had hoped. It was midweek, mid-morning - the kind of time when most people in the building were at work or otherwise occupied. He had an unexpected day off, a last-minute schedule change at the boutique, and he figured he might as well take advantage of it to catch up on chores.

The space was lit by long strips of flickering fluorescent lights, but the real glow came from the high, frosted windows under the ceiling, where sunlight slanted in at an angle, casting everything in warm, golden hues. George felt it on his skin, a soft caress of warmth as he set his laundry basket down and started sorting through his clothes.

It wasn’t much - a few shirts, some socks, a hoodie he’d worn twice but wasn’t ready to call dirty. As he stuffed them into the washing machine, his gaze fell to his own clothes, the loose pajama pants and the slightly oversized sleep shirt. The pants weren’t exactly dirty, but he’d been wearing them all morning, and the thought struck him that he might as well throw them in, too.

And if he was doing that, well…

There was something else, a pair of lacy panties from the lingerie store he worked at, a test mock-up of what was the inspiration for the new collection, and Alessandra, the owner & designer, had handed them to him after catching his eye lingering on the panties for a second longer. 'Perfect for your hips' she said, and George didn't mind. He preferred lace, especially low cut ones and those that barely covered what they were meant for. So standing next to the open door of the washing machine he thought why not?

George bit his lip, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, shimmying the pajamas down his hips. The air bit at his bare thighs, raising goosebumps. The panties clung stubbornly, lace against skin still sleep-warm, until he wiggled them free with a huff.

“In you go,” he whispered to them, dropping the panties into the machine with a flourish.

Fumbling with the buttons on the mode panel, George hummed a soft tune to himself, arching his back in a sweet stretch to relieve any residual stiffness in his muscles from sleep. One leg bent at the knee, hips raised high as he reached for the appropriate wash mode. All in peace. Until a throat cleared behind him.

George froze.

Oh, no.

Oh, fuck.

He turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse over his shoulder, and there he was - his hot neighbor. The one he only ever exchanged nods and polite hey, man greetings with in the lobby. The one with warm, dark eyes and tattooed arms and plump, unfairly pretty lips. The one whose name George didn’t even know, because they’d never properly introduced themselves. And those lips. Those lips were slightly parted, his lower one caught just between his teeth before his tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, wetting it.

And yet here he was, standing in the doorway, staring.

George realized, with a sudden and violent awareness, that he was bent over in front of this man, pants pooled around his ankles, pussy fully on display in the golden morning light. It backlit him like some kind of deranged Renaissance painting - ‘Boy With Panties and Regret’.

Oh, fuck.

Lewis coughed, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Hope I’m not interrupting… laundry yoga?”

George yanked his sleep shirt down with a speed that could have broken records, straightening up so fast he almost lost his balance. He fumbled for his pants, heart pounding in his chest, face heating up so much he was sure he’d combust on the spot.

“I, uh, hi-” his voice cracked. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Lewis leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze steady and unreadable except for the slight amusement in his eyes.

“Hi yourself. Didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he said, voice smooth, rich, a little teasing. “Didn’t mean to, uh… see anything, either. Not something I'd expect with my morning coffee.”

“Oh my God,” George wanted to melt into the floor.

“But,” Lewis tilted his head. “If I did see something, just know it was a beautiful start to my day.”

George made a sound. A strangled, embarrassed, horrified little sound.

Lewis smiled, slow and warm.

“Nice lace, by the way.”

George squirmed, covering half his face with a hand. He sighed, straightening the waistband of his pajama pants and tilted his head, examining the pattern on them. A huge cluster of sneezing cats. Bloody Alex.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, lips going to be bitten into a hideous state by the end of this day. “It's from the store where I work.”

Lewis hums, viewing him like a curious fruitcake.

“So you work in a lingerie store?” his lashes fall a breath lower, a tiny movement that frames the heavy dark gaze with an even greater veil of mystery. “Might as well hire you as a model. With a curve like that.”

George sucked in a sharp breath, grabbing the now empty laundry basket.

“You, I- this never happened.”

Lewis tilted his head, considering him.

“Sure it didn’t.”

“It didn’t!”

Lewis’s lips curled, that same thoughtful, very entertained expression lingering on his face.

“Then why are you blushing, sweetheart?”

George made a strangled sound, high and distressed.

“You cannot just, just walk in here and see that and say things like that!”

“See what?” Lewis asked, all fake innocence. “I was just coming in to do my laundry.”

George glared at him.

“You licked your lips.”

Lewis exhaled a small, amused laugh.

“What can I say? You looked good enough to eat.”

George's soul left his body.

“I’m leaving.”

Lewis stepped aside to let him pass, but as George stormed past him, he heard it - low and teasing, just under his breath-

“Guess I’ll be dreaming about that all day, huh?”

George didn’t stop. Didn’t look back.

But his heart?

His heart was racing.

The rest of the day stretched on, slow and heavy with tension. George couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking around in a haze, his mind a swirling mess of thoughts. Every time he tried to distract himself - whether by reading, watching TV, or scrolling through his phone - his thoughts inevitably returned to that moment in the laundry room.

Lewis’s smirk, his low voice, the way his gaze had lingered on George’s exposed skin, it was all too much to ignore. Each time he thought about it, a wave of embarrassment would roll over him, followed by a rush of something else, something hotter. He hadn’t expected to be so... intrigued.

He shifted from room to room, trying to distract himself, but his mind kept returning to Lewis. To that moment. To the way his body had reacted to the teasing words, to the knowing look in Lewis's eyes.

George felt wound up, nervous but intrigued, and more than a little unsure of what he was supposed to be feeling. Was he embarrassed? Yes, of course. But was he also... curious? Absolutely.

When the sun began to set, casting golden hues across the apartment, George found himself walking aimlessly to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly to peer out. The evening sky was cloudless, and he could see the moon just starting to rise. He leaned against the window frame, lost in thought, his mind flickering between confusion and a growing curiosity.

He was still replaying the events of the morning in his mind, the feel of Lewis’s eyes on him, the teasing words he’d heard just as he’d stormed past him.

But then - there was a knock on his door.

George’s heart skipped in his chest, suddenly alert, as if the sound had shaken him from his thoughts. He froze, staring at the door for a few moments as though trying to figure out if he had imagined it.

No. It came again, more insistent this time.

He quickly glanced around the apartment, feeling the flush rise on his cheeks as though he’d just been caught in the middle of something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

For a brief second, he wondered if it was just his nerves. But when he heard the knock again, George knew.

He opened the door cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

Nothing.

Well, not nothing - there, on the floor in front of him, was a bouquet of soft pink peonies, their petals open wide, and a folded piece of paper resting carefully beneath them.

His heart pounded in his chest, confusion and excitement swirling together. Slowly, he bent down and picked up the flowers, the faint scent of them hitting his senses and calming him, if only slightly.

He unfolded the note, his hands trembling ever so slightly.

The note was simple. Short. But every word hit George like a punch to the gut. The giggle though was so resonant bouncing off the walls that it was heard even by the man standing a few floors above, leaning against the wall and grinning like crazy, trying to catch his breath.

“For a beautiful boy who gave me the best part of my morning.

I couldn’t help but notice the color of these peonies matches something else I saw today.

Sweet, soft, and impossible to forget. Still thinking about it. Still thinking about you.”

And on the other side was hopeful “I’ll be around if you want to pick up where we left off.”.

[sweetlywriting]

Steb relationship headcanons!

A/N-I can’t be the only one who’s favorite character is a random fish with only one speaking line 🧍🏽‍���️+ sfw as always + gn reader

Despite being a man of few words, once you get to know him, he’s quite expressive

His gills twitch when he’s annoyed, ears perk when interested, and face turns little red whenever you’re around(the other enforcers never let him live it down)

He’s super attentive and has a knack for detail, you’ll casually be mentioning you wanted to try some pastry from a new cafe in passing and oddly enough your next date is there?

While not talkative he’s certainly never absent, especially physically

He’ll tuck your hair back, have his hand on the small of your back, is quick to offer you food if he’s eating, will gently move you around so he’s closer to the road part of the sidewalk, and always stands a little closer to you even on duty as an enforcer

He’s a stickler for plans and anniversaries, he never misses a date and makes sure to make time for you

As the war begins to dawn I can definitely see his collected demeanor begin to fade, and he’ll probably ask you evacuate in hopes that you’ll be safer

If you chose to stay with him he won’t stop you, but he’s not very happy about it

When it’s all over he’s just glad you’re both safe <3

[lettuccine]

it's a mystery how marcille is often late to meetings when falin is back from travelling

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Going to get into the habit of carrying my journal everywhere w me bc I truly want to soak up every snapshot of this transitional period where I’m just a 22 year old girl finding my footing and the only thing I’m tied to are the decisions I make and the path I carve for myself

[sixangelsts4cc]

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[sm64mario]

So, Mario'a been in this game a long time. Back when Mario'a started, I'a wasn't a 'gimmick blog'! I'a was an 'ask blog', and you'a send Mario questions! But, Mario'a realize he'a just can't keep up with'a all the asks he'a been sent nowadays! I'a too busy stomping... KOOPAS and'a Goombas, and'a hosting parties, and'a setting up sporting events, and'a defeating Bowser, and'a regulating sales figures, and'a collecting stars, and'a all sorts of things!

I'a appreciate all of your patience while I'a get things sorted out!

[ahollowgrave]

hey come here

reblog your own work. reblog it as much as you want. the dashboard is chronological (mostly) so you gotta put it back out there!! ok bye

[so-very-small]

“Need help getting down from the counter, lil bud?”

“Nah, I have a rope!”

“Whoa, that’s awesome! You borrowers are so resourceful, did you make that yourself?”

“…….yes. Yes I did.”

“Neat!! What’s it made out of? It’s so shiny.”

“…”

“Y’know, it almost looks like hair.”

“………”

“Is that… is that my hair???”

“I need to leave right now immediately.”

[youwerethedefeated]

I'd say the "Haikyuu had a better ending" joke is getting overdone but like. 90% of the time it's just objectively true

I mean the biggest criticisms I've seen for the ending are either that "it's fanservice/too rounded up" (because everyone got a good ending apparently) OR "we didn't get to see their 2nd and 3rd years" (because people just wanted more of the story)

Overall, the ending just works. It ties up all the themes explored along the story perfectly. So obviously it's gonna overshadow the messier, author-couldn't-decide-what-he-wanted-to-do-with-it endings out there.

[delzinrowe]

THE OFFICE BUT MAKE IT JJK

[ishgard]

I know we haven't spent a lot of time with/know much about all of them + I have my suspicions where most loyalties lie but I'm still curious!

[lonisaiou]

guys hear me out Post-Game Middle Aged Saimaki, whos w me???????

[solarpunkani]

Psst, hey.

Hey you.

Come closer.

Listen to what I'm about to say good and well, alright?

[sixangelsts4cc]

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[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

this one's for all the yuri enjoyers out there — nsft under cut

meronia event prompt(s): scar

[linkito]

Tease! D: (/j <3 ) Now I'm just going to have to sit here and speculate! Is it a finite amount of magic Scar can channel at once? or in his whole life? Is it the world messing with him? the weakness potions causing an issue? combinations of the above?

-🎀

ok ok I’ll stop being such a tease— and behold! an old drawing!

It’s a combination of a lot of things happening to Scar at the end of the Mimic Arc Part I. He’s been continuously doused with weakness potion for several days, which has certainly taken its toll on him, and in all honesty, is more than enough to trigger a flare up in his legs / muscular dystrophy alone. But instead of dealing with that in the slightest, he has an outburst of vex magic.

Not only that, but an extended outburst.

Normally Scar only utilizes this full vex form for a matter of minutes, but this is different. He uses it to find Grian, and he doesn’t relent until they find somewhere relatively safe. By this point, he’s been pushing himself way past his limit and begins to suffer the consequences.

And while, no, there is no finite amount of magic a vex hybrid can utilize, there’s a few problems with what Scar did:

Vex magic is emotion-based, and Scar is still not accustomed to using negative emotions to empower him. He typically relies on things such as loyalty and love, but this is perhaps the first time he’s truly embraced rage.

He used too much of it. It’s like a constant stream of energy being expelled to aid his strength, and now he’s left with practically nothing.

He’s physically exhausted from the potions and overexerting his body. Normally he could potentially lean on his vex magic in a pinch when this happens, but not this time. This time it’s only made worse by the strain of magic overuse.

In short, it’s not immediately life threatening, but he’s going to be vulnerable as he recovers. Very vulnerable.

…and if Scar tried to push even further? It could very well backfire and cause him to more or less burst.