#yes this ties into a fic im writing

[schrodingersjigsaw]

Bands/artists I think Spirit would like:

The Smiths

The Doors

Jimi Hendrix

Depeche Mode

[anonymouscheeses]

I just wantdd to share my fic. Its becoming way longer than i orginaky intendded for it to be but thats the work of writing i guess 😭

This is an angsty one, exprct absolute HURT. And then the comfort cz im not a monster 😎

(I LOVE GLASSHEART SMM RAHHH 🫶🫶)

[suntails]

comm for a fic reflecting on silver's significance to their lives <3 <3 god this was so fun to work on, if u have an ao3 acct, i rec reading the fic :D

read here!

[schweeeppess]

“Dick, move!”

It wasn’t raining.

There were several things to notice about the day of the funeral. Things like the fact that Bizarro, Artemis, Donna, Kyle, Koriand’r, and Roy had all shown up to it. Bruce wasn’t in attendance, for some self-pitying reason that Dick hadn’t heard. Some of the Leaguers and senior Titans members also came to it.

But it wasn’t what Dick focused on.

He focused on the weather. Bright, cloudless day. Not a rain cloud in sight, or on the weather forecast, or in any premonitions. There was a cool breeze—by all intents and purposes, it was a beautiful day.

Days like the day of Jason’s funeral were few and far between. They were rare.

The same way dying and coming back from the grave was.

He didn’t expect to feel empty. The last few days had been filled with rage, grief, and so many other things that Dick couldn’t process. His life had been grabbed by the throat and slammed through the layers of the world to meet the burning hot and unforgiving core.

Dick didn’t know up from down in his world of lava.

All he knew was his encompassing grief.

When Damian grabbed him by the hand to take him to the car, Dick followed him autonomously, eyes on a world a hundred yards away.

He undressed himself autonomously at the Manor, in his room, too. He took a shower similarly. Dressed himself the same way. Went to dinner and ate the same way. Laid down to go to sleep the same way, but his body wasn’t functioning independently enough for it to really sleep on its own.

So he didn’t.

He lay there, on his bed, for hours, mind and body numb. His brain was a constant white noise and static display.

Dick knew what dissociation was; he’d helped enough traumatized civilians to recognize it. So when he finally became truly aware of his environment, and the alarm clock by his bed read two in the afternoon of Tuesday, he knew he’d dissociated for nearly three days.

Jason’s funeral had been on Saturday, at five in the afternoon.

...he’d lost almost three days of his life, and he still couldn’t find anything in him to care.

All he could hear was the call of a dead man.

“Dick, move!”

. .

There’s more on ao3 but this can be read as a stand alone :)

(next chapter is this friday >:))

[dbphantom]

maybe i should have gone into practical effects instead of computer science...

[goopylittleghosty]

”Holy fuck ho l y s h i t what did i do-“

You bit your arm, again, hard enough that it actually started bleeding.With a hiss of pain you let go of your arm.Blood slowly dripped down it and you just stared at it.

What had you done?

Why couldn’t you wake up?

This world-this whole thing you had made up for fun ever since you realized it was the same each time you slept-was slowly seeming more nightmarish as the seconds ticked on.Nothing changed, though. The sky stayed a rosy lavender and the sun dipped behind clouds as it went down.

Your mind raced ahead with every worst-case situation it could think up.

Were you…dead?

In a coma?

Nothing made sense.

Usually, after each night of building up your dreams, you would simply bite at your arm and wake up. Odd way to wake yourself up but it worked.

Or, well, used to work.

Somewhere, a wolf howled and jolted you out of your thoughts.

It was dark, you finally noticed. Stars were winking into sight and inky shadows had engulfed anything not touched by the moons light.

Something wet dripped down your face and you realized you were crying.

Slowly, you sunk to the ground, head in your hands as inky tears dripped from down your face. This was all wrong.

This was supposed to be fake.This was all a dream.

But it wasn’t.

You could feel the tears on the face that wasn’t your and the blood crusting on skin that wasn’t yours.This wasn’t you and this wasn’t your home and this was wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong.

And you didn’t know what to do.

You’ve had lucid dreams your whole life. In your dreams you created a whole world, gradually adding more and more details. But one night when you try to wake up, you suddenly realise that you can’t.

[criminalamnesia]

HIIII!!! I just wanted to say that i really love ur writing! I've read ur traitor series and I can't wait for part 4! I'm a new author, and english isn't my first language, so it's sometimes very hard for me to write bcs i'm stil not that good, but ur fics have helped me improve<3💗!

thank you so much!🫶 im glad you’ve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

simon didn’t turn to watch you leave the gym.

he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.

he didn’t blame you for your anger— he couldn’t. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.

but he couldn’t take everything lying down.

did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yes— and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldn’t you understand?

he’d never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.

he had been burned and broken too many times. he’d seen the people he loved murdered because of him.

he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.

but there were some you’d never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadn’t. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldn’t give freely. he told himself it was because he couldn’t stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.

but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happened— and that’s what got him here.

simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.

and when someone you trust so deeply, someone you’ve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?

you can’t help but believe them. and that’s what simon did.

the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.

and all the signs pointed to you.

and although he didn’t want to, simon couldn’t help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.

price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.

johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if you’d leaked information.

then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldn’t be so bad.

simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what you’d said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.

maybe it was pride. simon wasn’t trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadn’t seen it sooner; angry he’d let you in at all.

but maybe it was hurt. hurt that you’d done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything they’d been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simon’s bed and whispering you loved him.

all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.

and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasn’t proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldn’t see his side of things— not like he could see yours.

so, he was an ass. he didn’t apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.

and he told you that he’d spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadn’t done worse.

even if he’d smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and that’s why some part of him held back.

he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.

but he couldn’t stand the fact that you couldn’t understand why he’d done what he did.

the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.

it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.

the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.

“this is a bloody mess,” the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.

“doc came and saw me earlier, ‘fore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.”

simon didn’t speak. price’s eyes met his, and he sighed again.

“fuckin’ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.”

“doesn’t matter what I say,” simon spoke, eyes still on the captain “they won’t fuckin’ listen.”

price shook his head. “that’s not true, ‘nd we both know it,” he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.

“spoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said she’ll try to speed up the transfer process. tryin’ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightin’ it any longer.”

“they’re part of our team,” simon spoke, tone rough.

price shook his head. “they are, but I can’t keep doin’ this. can’t keep pushin’ off transferin’ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.”

the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.

he didn’t have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.

“laswell say anythin’ else about tha’ transfer?” simon asked.

price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. “not much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt she’d tell us. for their sake.”

simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.

“she did say she didn’t know if it would go through. they’d have to pass another eval.”

they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didn’t believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldn’t outwardly say it, but price had known what she’d meant.

pushing the transfer through wouldn’t matter if you couldn’t pass a physical and psychological evaluation— and laswell didn’t think you could.

although he wouldn’t admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.

but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.

an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.

you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.

damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything you’d done for both of them during your service.

you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldn’t make that any clearer.

he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before you’d left.

‘you should have killed me.’

maybe he should have.

thanks to everyone for your patience! also just incase you didn’t see my post about it—

im no longer doing a taglist! my side blog @troiastitans will reblog my works from now on, so if you want to know when I post, follow that account and allow notifications!

as always, thank you for the love! (also I hope you all enjoyed a little peek into simon’s head!)

[squoxle]

hey…im new to ur page and i was just wondering if u write cnc and if u do can u make make one for riize

(any member is fine with me :P)

[2] MATCH MY FREAK ~ riize ot7

I mixed two themes together lol...their kinks and how they want to use you

DISCLAIMER: this is just for fun, so if it doesn't fit you, don't take it personal :)

word count: not long enough to matter :/

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☯︎ Shotaro | Bondage ☯︎

I can see Shotaro getting turned on by seeing you all tied up and waiting for him to rip you apart. Just looking so pathetic, helpless, and submissive is his favorite way to see you. Not only does he enjoy the step of binding your hands and feet, but he also loves to see you squirm beneath him.

☯︎ Sungchan | Asphixiation ☯︎

If you haven't seen this man's arms you need to go look them up right now. I know he would love fucking you in a chokehold. Just watching you fall in and out of consciousness is enough to keep him going for hours. Don't worry, he'll make sure to baby you like his dizzy little doll after he's done fucking the life out of you.

☯︎ Eunseok | Impact Play ☯︎

Whether he's smacking your ass while you ride or he's squeezing your face together and smacking the side of your face. He's careful not to hurt you too much...unless you ask for it of course. Eunseok loves to see his handprint blushed bright red across your ass, and hearing your little whimpers sends chills up his spine.

☯︎ Wonbin | Praise + Degrading ☯︎

Wonbin loves to call you his good little slut while he fucks you. The mix of praise and degrading names with the sound of your skin slapping against each other sends your body into a sensory overdrive. He loves to see your pouty face as he claims you as his cum dump, taking him like the perfect slut you are.

☯︎ Seunghan | Gagging + Size Kink ☯︎

You might as well get used to being Seunghan's throat goat. Sure he loves doing other things with you, but nothing beats watching your eyes roll back as he shoves himself seven inches down your throat. Hearing you gag and moan all over him is like music to his ears, and filling your mouth with his hot load is even better.

☯︎ Anton | Exhibition ☯︎

Oh, Anton. Can't you just hear his sweet voice whispering in your ear as he fucks you senseless? I can see him gently guiding you into positions and pleasing you all while his camera catches every second. He loves to go back and watch videos the two of you make together. Hearing your moans, watching you cum...he loves it all.

☯︎ Sohee | Food Play ☯︎

When it comes down to sex, I can see Sohee keeping things pretty playful. Trust me, he still wants to get off, but what's wrong with making you laugh before you cum? He's definitely a switch once things get going. He'll want you to take control and surprise him, but he also wants to dominate you when he's about to finish.

author's note: I'll work on uploading full versions for each fic depending on the outcome of this poll lol

𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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[worldlxvlys]

the fic u wrote called “use me” WAS SO GOOD OMG. you should write smth where chris is sub and the reader overstimulates him (like he cums like 6 times & he's crying & has to use there safe word) it’s kind of a similar request to the one u already did but idk maybe u could creative w it and do other stuff then like just head and riding. this is so aggressive but idc im a SLUT for sub chris & overstimulation.

pepsi

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: ummm this is straight filth so don’t read if you don’t want to , oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, use of vibrator , use of wrist tie, use of safe word

dwb! chris masterlist

thanks for the request !! hope you like <333

I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS !!

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“you’re so needy tonight, baby” i said to chris, who kept rubbing his bulge against me.

“really need you to fuck the shit out of me ma” he said as planted kisses down his chest.

“you sure ? cause if you want, i can get that bitch whose hands are always on you” i said in a firm, annoyed tone.

“she’s just a customer princess, no one fucks me like you do”

“i know” i said, looking meeting his lust-filled gaze.

eagerly, we quickly helped each other out of our clothes.

“wanna try something new?” i asked, remembering that i had received a new toy in the mail earlier.

“always, baby” with that, i reached into my nightstand grabbing a vibrator and a wrist tie.

when he saw this, his eyes widened. “am i tying you up baby?” he asked.

“nope, i’m tying you up. unless you don’t want me to?”

“of course i do baby, love when you take control” with that i tied his hands together, behind his back.

“you know your safeword?” “pepsi”

“perfect, baby” i said as i gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“are you using the vibrator on yourself ma?” he asked, eagerly. i switched it on.

“nope” i said as i placed it on his tip, making him buck his hips in surprise.

“holy shit ma, fuck fuck fuck” oh he’s in for a long night.

“feel good, chris?” i asked as i moved my face closer to his dick.

“yea ma, holy fuck”

i licked a stripe up his member, watching him squirm.

“jesus baby”

“hmmm you think anyone else can make you feel this good?”

he was feeling so much pleasure, all he could get out was strangled moans.

i grabbed his dick and squeezed the base of it, never moving the vibrator from his tip.

“shit yes!” his eyes widened. “i mean no! no! no one makes me feel like you! oh my gosh”

chris was never usually this vocal, so i was eating this up.

“hmm chris, what’s wrong? can’t even think straight huh?” i asked teasingly.

i took his balls in my mouth, now moving the vibrator up and down his shaft.

“m-ma, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum”

i briefly paused to answer, “good” and went back to work on his dick.

his hips started to sputter, and he shot out thick white ropes of cum.

without a moment of hesitation, i liked him clean.

“holy shit baby” he said, breathing heavily.

i switched the vibrator off, setting it aside and moving my face back to his cock.

i swirled my tongue around his dick, making him buck his hips up and accidentally pushing himself to the back of my throat.

“baby, baby i’m so sens-“ he cut himself off with a moan as i continued to deepthroat him.

i reached down with my free hand, and played with my clit.

his groans turned into whimpers as i began to moan against him.

“feels so, fuck,so g-good baby”

i moaned in response to his praise, and he fell over the edge again.

i gave him a chance to recover, running my hands up his thighs soothingly and leaving kisses on his abs.

“gonna ride you now” i said moving my legs on either side of him, straddling him.

i didn’t wait for a response as i lined him up with my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him.

“mmmmmm” he whined. i watched as his arms flexed while he tried to fight against his restraint.

i waited a few seconds, and started to move in circular motions loving the way his dick pressed against my walls.

“mmm hm hmmm” more whines, before i started to bounce on his dick.

“ughhhhhh chris you feel so fucking good” i said feeling his dick deep inside of me.

he didn’t last long, already pretty sensitive from his previous orgasms.

“mmmmm- cumming cumming” he whined out as he released inside me. i kept going, determined to finish.

he continued to whine and whimper, while i fucked myself on his cock. his head was thrown back, overtaken with pleasure.

“c’mon chris, know you can make it baby” i said. i was so close to my orgasm.

“fuck chris, i’m cumming baby” i said. shortly after, i released on his cock.

my own release seemed to trigger another from him, taking us both by surprise as he let out a deep moan.

“tell me baby, does anyone else make you cum this much?” he didn’t answer.

he was in a blissed out state, eyes glazed over with lust, his hair sticking to his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

i grabbed the vibrator, turning it on quickly and placing it where his dick and my pussy met.

“i asked you a god damn question chris”

“no no no no, no one, fuck, no one else. no one else”

the vibrator was hitting my clit perfectly, and i started to rock my body into it.

“shit chris”

chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears started to fall from his eyes.

“too much, too much baby”

i started to bounce again as i kept the vibrator against my clit, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

i clenched around him as i released all over his cock again. i then lifted myself off of him and began to jerk him off to help him finish.

his hips twitched violently and i watched him squirm as he got closer and closer.

then, finally, strings of cum shot out of his dick. the more i pumped, the more cum flew out. i was milking him dry.

“OK OK! PEPSI PEPSI!” he yelled.

immediately, i let go of him and untied his wrists.

“shit baby, are you ok?” i asked, becoming concerned.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry chris”

he then cupped my face. “it’s ok baby, no need to apologize. that was hot as fuck, i just didn’t know if you were ever gonna stop”

“i don’t know if i was either, honestly” we both laughed.

i gave him a kiss to the forehead, “i’m gonna go run you a bath, baby” i said.

“thanks ma”

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…….heyyyy

idek what to say.

i need holy water.

can you tell i love sub! chris ?

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[preeningpisces]

Geto NSFW Headcanons

Im gonna try not to be biased because this is my main bitch right here 🖤

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write about any of these headcanons

(literally any ask about Geto will make me do somersaults—backflips, even)

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

Pre-Incident

꩜ Geto is interesting because before he snaps and after he snaps feel like two different vibes in regards to sex

꩜ Doting, almost like a service-dom. He likes taking care of you, but he also prefers to have control. Though not so controlling that he can’t ever be submissive

꩜ Major smooth-talker, like Gojo said, he has a silver tongue. Likes a mixture of praise and degradation. The degradation is usually teasing, and doesn’t extend past the usual slut, whore, etc. range…usually

꩜ Sometimes it comes out corny tho lmfao pls roast him when it does

꩜ Good at making you feel sexy. The type that will kiss you all over, giving extra affection to areas you aren’t as fond of. It’s difficult at first, but with time you become more comfortable

꩜ Very sensual, and intimate. He has good self-control, & is very patient so he can draw things out & drive you crazy. Like he can spend all-too-long just toying with your mouth, denying you the kiss you so desperately want. Barely brushing your lips and teeth with his thumb, before pinching your tongue between fingers. Wowee

꩜ Refuses to kiss you after absorbing curses. Even though no one else can taste them, the thought of tasting like that is enough for for him to refuse; he doesn’t want you to go through it too. Also, tasting shit-vomit in your mouth doesn’t exactly get the schlong schlinging, yknow

꩜ I suspect absorbing curses gives him an immediate surge of negative emotions, so he usually needs space. Sometimes he just wants to hold you, or be held, in silence

꩜ Can be surprisingly playful in bed

꩜ Really likes fucking you from below. Smooshing your soft breasts and stomach against him, and feeling your weight on top of him. Holding you still so he can rail you while whispering sappy, dirty shit in your ear. I’m passing out someone help

꩜ I’ve been poisoned by the perv!geto fics on here, and can’t see him as not being a secret pervert. Just slightly. It takes a while for him to reveal that side to you, since he tries to appear refined and respectable

꩜ Definitely the type that likes music in the background; I see him as someone who cares about music a lot in general. You know he likes you if he’s sharing song recs

꩜ Lots of playlists, and even has a few sex playlists with different moods. Usually prefers things that are chill, but has a few harder-hitting songs—this is why he needs the playlists, lol. He doesn’t like when the vibe changes too much

꩜ One time you sneak Cbat onto his playlist & make him laugh so much he loses his boner. At that point did you really win? Hmm?

꩜ Tbh he’s got game & is aware of it. You gotta humble him occasionally or else he becomes insufferable

Post-Incident

꩜ This Geto is a lot more self-centered, aggressive, and sadistic in bed. I wouldn’t say he’s a tyrant tho

꩜ Will legit punish you when you disobey, no funishments here. Big into humiliation

꩜ My heart is telling me shibari, especially the kind that can be hidden beneath clothes. Particular about the color, and will pick ones that flatter your skin tone. Obsessed with the way the ropes pinch and dig into your soft body. He’ll bite and squeeze the parts that spill over the ropes

꩜ One punishment would be walking around secretly tied up, but the style where one of the ropes rubs against your pussy as you walk. It sounds nice at first, but that bitch is gonna chafe for sure

꩜ He’s more selfish than before, yes, but he still maintains a proclivity for doting—we all see how he spoils his daughters! It’s like, he gets his turn first, and when it’s your turn, it's your turn. Multiple orgasm king. He’ll do it until you’re sobbing tho, so pray for your pussy

꩜ Loves making you choke on his cock—gets kind of intense with the bjs. Mfer needs to chill (and buy you some throat lozenges)

꩜ Doggystyle is his favorite without a doubt, he just wants to pin your face to the bed and watch your ass bounce

꩜ A lot of the previous stuff is still applicable to some degree, but I think he has a lot less patience at this point, and is waaaay more into degradation & domination

꩜ He gets legitimately mean sometimes lmfao it’s like you gotta have 2 safewords: one for physical intensity level, and the other for bullying level 😭

꩜ Would he sleep with a non-sorcerer? Honestly, I can’t decide. If he did tho, he would be SO FUCKING MEAN I don’t even want to think about it !!!

꩜ Does he use monkey in bed unironically?? Chat pls advise

[daisymbin]

helloooo im the anon who requested the suggestive prompt #1 joshua and might i sayyy U ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT AAAA NOW I CANNOT FUNCTION FROM THE JOSHUA BRAINROT 😩😩

and now im addicted to ur fic so if ur still open for prompt req, can u write for mingyu next hahahaha another suggestive prompt #26 plsssss tysm 💖💖

yes yes yes!!! & I'm so glad u enjoyed it!!! so sorry for this long wait :(

full prompt list!

check out my masterlist! // gyu's m.list

suggestive prompt #26: "if you don't stop teasing me, I might have to do something about it."

mingyu swears he’s never been this close to losing his mind.

the blindfold around his eyes is loose enough to let the faintest slivers of light seep through the edges, not that it helps him much. all he can do is sit there, his back pressed against the headboard, his hands tied loosely enough with what feels like a scarf that he could escape if he really wanted to. but he doesn’t.

because you’re enjoying yourself.

"stay still," you murmur, and mingyu feels the cool touch of your fingertips trace along his jawline, deliberate and feather-light.

he inhales sharply, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a grimace. "easy for you to say," he mutters, flexing his hands against the scarf. “you’re the one having fun.”

you laugh, soft and breathy, the sound curling around him like smoke. "fun? i’m just making sure you’re…comfortable.” your words drip with faux innocence, but mingyu doesn’t miss the mischief in your voice, like you’re savoring every second of this little game.

“comfortable?” he echoes, leaning his head back against the headboard. he can’t see you, but he can feel you, the weight of your body shifting closer. “sure doesn’t feel like that’s your goal.”

“stop squirming,” you scold lightly, ignoring his complaint as your fingers trail down the column of his neck, teasing the collar of his shirt. “you’ll ruin the surprise.”

surprise. right. mingyu doesn’t buy it for a second. the so-called “surprise” was your excuse to blindfold him, and at first, he played along because why not? but now? now, your hands keep wandering, never quite venturing too far, but never staying put long enough for him to settle. the tension is unbearable.

“you’ve been teasing me for the last 20 minutes, baby,” he mutters, his voice dropping lower as your fingers ghost along his collarbone. “are you sure there’s even a surprise, or are you just messing with me?”

your silence stretches for a beat too long, and mingyu huffs a humorless laugh. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

you shift closer, and mingyu feels your hand splay across his chest, your touch slow and deliberate as it trails downward. his muscles tense instinctively when your fingertips brush against the ridges of his abs, the teasing motion setting his nerves alight.

“what are you doing?” he asks, his voice rasping in a way that betrays his composure.

you hum softly, ignoring his question, your fingers skimming lower before stopping just above his waistband. “nothing,” you say sweetly. “just making sure you’re still comfortable.”

mingyu exhales sharply, his jaw tightening. “careful,” he warns, his tone dipping lower, almost dangerously quiet. “if you don’t stop teasing me, i might have to do something about it myself.”

your hand stills for a fraction of a second before resuming its slow, deliberate path, brushing the edge of his sleeve this time. "oh? you’re all tied up, though. what could you possibly do?"

and that’s when mingyu decides he’s had enough.

in one fluid motion, he tugs his hands free from the scarf, his grip quick and certain as he catches your wrist mid-movement. the sound you make is a mix of surprise and indignation, but he doesn’t give you a chance to protest.

“this,” he murmurs, his fingers wrapping around your other wrist to pull you closer. “this is what i can do.”

you shift, and he can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his knees, your breathing shallow as he keeps a firm yet gentle hold on your wrists. he leans forward slightly, tilting his head as though he could see through the blindfold. “you really thought i’d just sit here and let you drive me crazy?”

“mingyu,” you say, but his name on your lips sounds more like a question than a scolding.

“you wanted to play games,” he says, his voice low and velvety, “but i don’t think you realized who you were playing with.”

his tone is teasing, playful, but there’s an edge to it that makes your pulse quicken.

you squirm under his grasp, but mingyu doesn’t let go. instead, he moves one hand to tug the blindfold down, his dark eyes meeting yours for the first time. there’s a glint in his gaze—equal parts amusement and something more dangerous.

“surprise,” he says, his lips quirking into a slow, lopsided grin.

you swallow hard, and mingyu can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. he shifts his grip, freeing your wrists but leaving his hands braced on either side of your hips. “so,” he murmurs, his voice a bare whisper now, “what was the surprise supposed to be, again? because right now, i’m thinking i should be the one giving you something to remember.”

your breath hitches, and mingyu takes the moment to lean in closer, his lips hovering near your ear. “careful what you start,” he murmurs, his tone smooth and teasing, “because i’m really good at finishing it.”

[vllergy]

strawberry scones

s/tar/d/ew v/alley, 2.6 k, s/am allergy fic my farmer has the fetish because i said so, sam/seb/farmer are some kind of polycule also because i said so sorry to call u out directly but just want to note the text messages and dynamics are directly inspired from @bestwhumpist's fics because i'm obsessed with the way you write the 'one partner with the kink and everyone else around them' dynamic and you inspire me xoxoxoxoxoxoxo ty

goblin destroyer + milo abigail: r we still practicing today?? seb: we were supposed to…. abigail: ???  seb: sam might still be dying sam: IM GOOD! IM FINE! i took my allergy meds sam: we’re still on >:|  seb: uh huh sam: im serious! im much better sam: 4pm at my place be there or be lame sam: milo, you in? c: 

The glare from the sun made the surface of his phone near impossible to read at first. Angling his hat forward, Milo let the brim cast a shadow over the screen until the group chat became legible. And when it did, his throat immediately went dry. Nervous heat fluttered in his chest despite the still crisp early spring air and his thumbs became clumsy as they hurried to type back a response. 

milo: you know it!!! i’ll bring snacks

He was about to pocket his phone and resume tending to the bed of soil in front of him when another message came through. A private one, outside the group chat. Milo swiped back to read it and his heart dropped into his stomach.

sebastian: ur so fucked lol 

Upon first arriving, it seemed as though Sam’s insistence on his own well-being was actually genuine. He greeted Milo at the door with clear eyes and a beaming, slightly crooked smile. Feeling like a delinquent for doing so, Milo gave a cursory glance at his nose and found it not even the slightest bit red or raw looking. He tried to temper his disappointment in favor of relief. This was good, actually. If Sam’s allergy meds really were doing their job, this was going to be a lot easier for him to sit through.

Sam threw a lean, muscled arm around Milo’s shoulders and guided him inside. He smelled like fresh laundry and sunshine and was already talking a mile a minute. 

“I think you’re really gonna like the new stuff, Sebastian’s been working on some lyrics that really brought the whole ting together--” he glanced at the tote Milo had clutched under his arm, “Oh shit, you really did bring snacks! I could kiss you, dude.”

They entered Sam’s room—always surprisingly clean for a man so full of boundless energy—and Abigail snorted. 

“Ugh, save it for when I leave,” she muttered, “The three of you can make out on your own time.”

Milo blushed dark red, the freckles on his cheeks nearly dissolving into the pools of color as the heat crawled up his face. Just as his step faltered, Sebastian appeared at his side and snaked an arm around his waist. He pulled Milo free of Sam’s golden aura and cocooned him in his own: velvety and dark and every bit as distracting.

“It was a figure of speech, jeez,” Sam’s cheeks went a little pink too, much to Milo’s delight. The blonde palmed the back of his neck sheepishly while he kicked off his shoes. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Milo caught Sebastian smirking. He never quite knew where the lines between them all existed. He and Sebastian were dating, he was pretty sure of that. But Sam and Sebastian had a thing all of their own too. And for their part, Milo and Sam always seemed to get tongue-tied around one another, a phenomenon Sebastian relentlessly encouraged. 

The only one who could clock all of them from a mile away seemed to be Abigail, who rolled her eyes and snatched the tote away from Milo before retreating back to the couch with it. Cracking open the lid made the room fill with the sweet scent of fresh baked scones. Abigail’s eyes went wide.

“Milo, you outdid yourself,” she gasped.

Milo, who’d just stopped blushing started right up again, and raked a hand through his dark curls.  

“It’s a new recipe.”

“Oh hell yes! Gimme one!” 

Sam darted past and snatched one out of the bin, jamming nearly half of a scone into his mouth with glee. Both Sebastian and Abigail rolled their eyes, but Milo merely watched with unmasked affection. Sam never did anything elegantly. It was all wide-toothed grins, exaggerated movements and unapologetic mirth.

By contrast, Sebastian was more delicate about the whole ordeal. Taking a scone for himself, he held it between his long, pale fingers and inspected the glaze. His dark eyes flickered to Milo.

“Strawberry?” he asked.

Milo nodded, “Picked this morning.” 

Sam had already demolished his first and was onto his second as he stooped down to his guitar case. Scone in mouth, he snapped the latches with his hands and shook hair out of his face like a dog. Milo’s chest squeezed. So cute.

En route to the keyboard, Sebastian stopped and placed a soft kiss on Milo’s cheek. “Thanks, farmer.” His hand strayed to his hip as he passed and pinched at the bone playfully. Milo almost yelped but managed to keep his reaction from emerging. 

He whirled an accusing gaze on Sebastian who merely gave a pointed look over at Sam who now held a half-eaten scone in one hand and was furiously rubbing at his nose with his other.

—

Abigail used to joke that Milo was a captive audience for these practice sessions. But the truth was, there was nowhere in the world Milo would rather be. As music filled the room, Milo sank back into the old couch Sam had dragged in and pushed against the wall.

He couldn’t hold a tune to save his life and he’d never learned to play an instrument, so the best he could offer was a pair of listening ears for Goblin Destroyer’s new material. He tended to think everything they did sounded great, but he at least pretend to offer varying opinions. He mostly just liked being a part of it all. Plus, watching both Sebastian and Sam in their element had a kind of hypnotizing power over him. 

Unfortunately, not hypnotizing enough to distract Milo from the losing battle happening before his eyes.

Sam turned his head against his shoulder and rubbed his nose against his shirt. With both hands occupied by his guitar, it seemed to be his only option, and one made effortlessly casual at that. It was over and done with in a second, having not missed a beat for his efforts, and it seemed Milo was the only one who’d noticed. It could have been a fluke. 

But of course it wasn’t. 

A few moments later, Sam sniffed hard. The sound was lost behind the music but Milo could see it happen clear as day. The bridge of his nose crinkled a few times and then the tip wriggled as he tried to assuage an itch without actually scratching it. Milo squirmed on the couch, wondering what it might be like to help him. To reach up and rub his nose for him while he played, or run his fingers along the bridge of his nose to try and coax out— 

Sam sneezed without warning. A tightly controlled thing, just one bob of his head and a brief shuttering of his expression. It was impossible to say if he’d made any sound or not given the volume of the music, but Milo doubted it. For as inelegant as Sam could be, he’d been suffering from his allergies for long enough that he’d gotten good at suppressing them. Normally he didn’t bother, at least not around them, but Milo supposed these were different circumstances. There was a certain veneer of professionalism here.

Sam sniffed hard enough to wrinkle his nose again and continued playing, unbothered. But Milo knew where this was going. And he was certainly bothered. 

Sam’s fingers never missed their mark on the neck of the guitar as his eyes fluttered and his head snapped forward once, twice, and then a third time with completely suppressed sneezes. His mouth was shut in a tight line, his expression pinched. He shook his head after the third as if to clear the sensation and arched his shoulder to wipe under his nose as he played. 

Milo felt the room turning to molasses around him. Heat crawled up his throat. Worse still, Sebastian had caught that last outburst. A tiny smirk played on the keyboardist’s pale features as he continued to play, his eyes flashing almost wickedly as he met Milo’s gaze. 

His expression seemed to say Told you. 

There were a few moments of peace. Milo tried to will himself not to look at Sam again but his eyes were pulled there like a magnet. He could tell the fit was getting away from him. Sam’s eyes closed and this time his hands paused their rhythm on the guitar as the tickle distracted him. He tilted his head toward the light, a lock of blonde hair falling limp across his forehead, and then whipped to the side after a brief pause. 

“—tiiew!” 

Milo only caught the tail end of the sound over the music, and the resounding-undoubtedly wet-sniffle was swallowed up by Sam falling seamlessly back on beat. He blinked a little groggily as he continued playing. Then, he must have noticed Milo staring, because he grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders at him. 

That slight acknowledgement of it all went right to Milo’s dick. He somehow plastered on what he thought was a convincing smile in return and then had to cross his legs. His heart began jackhammering in his chest. Fuck, was he really about to have to sit here while this happened? Maybe he really was a captive audience.

Sam struggled in vain to keep playing but his nose had other ideas. Surrendering to the tickle, his hands went slack against the instrument again and his upper lip curled over his canine. Milo couldn’t hear the uptick of his breath but he could imagine it well enough, watching the plane of Sam’s chest swelling against his t-shirt. Hh—hh? Hh?

Sebastian stopped playing. And the pause between Abigail’s drumming was just long enough for the first, clear sneeze to strike through the room crystal clear.

“h’h’JIISHZSHh’huu!” Sam gripped the neck of his guitar and angled away from it. Milo couldn’t tell if he was worried about sneezing near it or just using it as a point of stability. He gasped and let his head snap forward with a second, wet, “hh’tiiISChiew!” 

Abigail stopped playing too. Silence descended, to which Sam quickly shook his head. He turned to the others even while his head bobbed between sneezes, eyes struggling to open during the quick cadence.

“N-no, don’t—nNNCH!—stop, I’m—hNGT!—fiii-nnGXT!—hGNT!—I can keep—tschh! TSCH! Going!”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, you sound like it.”

“You know when you hold them in like that it only just makes it worse,” Abigail scolded him.

Milo felt like the walls were closing in on him. He quickly angled himself towards the arm of a couch and placed one of the pillows on his lap as strategically as he could. 

Sam lifted the collar of his shirt over his nose and mouth as he geared up for another. “h’Hsshhh-ue!!”  "Bless you," Milo said, his mouth dry.

“I thought you took your allergy meds,” Sebastian sighed.

Sam remained under the cover of his shirt, eyes cinched shut. He gasped wildly and ducked down, “HHh’uPSCHh’ue!” A watery, pathetic sniff followed and Milo could think of nothing else besides the wet mist most likely spraying his own chest. 

As Sam emerged, his nose was pink, nostrils an angry shade and twitching. “I did,” he groaned, “God, I fucking hate sp-sprhiing.” 

Lifting up his shirt again, he pinched the fabric around his nose and shuddered into another, “hh’eSCHh!” 

Milo couldn’t help but notice the slight spot of dampness now forming on the shirt. "Bless you," he said again, trying to keep his voice steady. His eyes were apt to roll back into his head if he wasn’t careful.  "Thagks," Sam sniffed hard.

“Maybe sit this one out,” Sebastian suggested as Sam pawed at his nose, “Abby and I are the ones who have to learn the run anyway.”

To anyone else, it might have sounded like something a concerned friend might say. But Milo could hear the edge of playfulness to it. The slight lilt of teasing that was meant for him, and only him as Sam nodded glumly, shrugged out of the strap of his guitar and made his way over to the couch. 

Milo stiffened, eyes going wide. Sam flopped back, completely oblivious, one arm going behind him around the back of the couch. He dropped his head back, gave a liquid sniffle and groaned. Milo could feel the heat of his arm near his shoulders and chewed on the inside of his cheek so hard he could taste blood.

“Just don’t sneeze all over Milo,” Sebastian warned. 

Milo gave him a desperate look. It must have been really desperate, because Sebastian even laughed and managed to appear a little apologetic. 

“Or the scones,” Abigail added.

Sam gave them both the finger even while turning his face to the side and half-stifling into the open air. The frame of the couch shook softly and his knee brushed against Milo’s as he released it. “hH’NGXtssh!”  He groaned and shifted back. Sam hardly ever looked grumpy, but he was absolutely pouting now. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something else but his arm quickly retracted from behind Milo so he could lean forward. He ducked beneath the safe haven of his shirt again, head dropped and hair falling over his brow as he buried his nose into the fabric. "hh'tscHH!! hhi'zESHhhiyew!"

Milo instinctively reached for him, his hand smoothing over his spine. Sam startled at the sudden contact and bit down the next series of sneezes seemingly on instinct, folding into himself further with each quick set.

"hH'nNNT! nnGSST! nnGXCH!"

"Sorry!" Milo said hurriedly, retracting his arm.

Sam tried in vain to shake his head through and speak through the last of the tickle, "No, my ba-haa'aSScHIEW--bad! Sorry, hh'tssch!--fuck! There."

He'd thoroughly soaked the front of his t-shirt now. Sniffling wetly behind the cover of it, he lifted his gaze with no small amount of bashfulness. A hoarse, weak laugh escaped him. "Bless you doesn't seem to cover it," Milo said, breathless for entirely different reasons.

"Sorry, sorry," Sam continued to apologize, sluicing the moisture from his nose with his shirt.

"Do you not own tissues?" Abigail balked. "My house, I can sneeze where I want," Sam sniffed again before standing up and unceremoniously stripping out of his sodden shirt. Milo blinked, stunned, and could do nothing but stare at the lean muscle on full display as Sam walked towards his dresser. Sebastian cleared his throat and when Milo caught his eye, he was practically grinning. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him look so happy. Milo sank further into the couch and forced his eyes to the floor. "Okay, I think the worst's over," Sam declared as he grabbed a fresh shirt. Though Milo caught his profile just as the telltale hitch of his breath followed the statement. "Hh? Hh!"

His long, blonde lashes fluttered as turned to the side, eyebrows lifting in expectation. Milo watched his bare shoulders swell softly as he inhaled, muscles along his ribs flexing. Sam sniffed and seemed to ignite the tickle fully, directing one last tired sneeze towards his elbow. "hH'tishew!"

The exhausted nature of it did something irrevocable to Milo. His mind went completely blank as Sam sniffled through tossing his new shirt over his head and eventually returned to his guitar.

Music started up again but Milo barely heard it. He was lost completely, shoving strawberry scones in his mouth one after another to have something to focus on other than Sam's delightfully pink nose.

[agendabymooner]

family ties ! kevin m. x ofc (norris!ofc)

summary: with lando forgetting his brother-in-law's being in the grid, his big sister lola norris came swooping in to make light of the situation with their banters. OR, lola was a supportive woman who can balance being a sister to the mclaren driver and a wife to the haas driver.

content warning: brother!lando x sister!ofc banter, established relationship (married!kmag and ofc), oscar piastri trying to get the little brother privilege from lando, smau based on the 'f1 drivers as babies' video (grill the grid 2023), briefly mentions tv show shameless cast

note: never wrote any k-mag fic before BUT the clip of lando saying "forgot he was a driver" prompted me to write this- it's been a while since that video's been out so this thought had been haunting me for WEEKS! enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

💌re:moony’s planner + convo with mooners open!

F1 DRIVERS AS BABIES! | GRILL THE GRID 2023 | EPISODE 5 by formula 1

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user1 YES BABY SLANDER HIM

user2 lando forgetting that kevin's a driver when the man showed his tattoos at that one ice tub video in singapore??? throw that man back to the slammer

lolanmagnussen real 🙌

user2 omg mother

charles_leclerc lando was saying his prayers in the group chat when that grill the grid video came out 🤣

lolanmagnussen as he should king 💅

oscarpiastri at least i can't forget about astrid and ingrid's dad like the other guy did 🤷‍♀️ liked by lolanmagnussen

user3 "THE OTHER GUY" IM DEAD-

user4 using that piastRIZZ on big sister norris huh, oscar?

landonorris how many times do i have to apologize 😭 liked by lolanmagnussen

lolanmagnussen cry about it

haasf1team in this house, we don't forget about k-mag 🥰 liked and pinned by lolanmagnussen

lolanmagnussen preach 🗣

kevinmagnussen you're such a delight min elskede 🤣❤️ my darling liked by lolanmagnussen

lolanmagnussen 🤗

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maxfewtrell i was hoping to see your little brother privileges revoked tbh 😩

lando.jpg how unfortunate.

user1 petty ass mf 😭

alex_albon oscar not in the dinner, lando??? 🤣

oscarpiastri no, he took my invitation and ripped 'em apart

kevinmagnussen we'll get you a new one oscar 😆

kevinmagnussen nice to see you haven't forgotten about me yet!

lando.jpg i forgot about you one time and now you and lola won't live that down 😒

kevinmagnussen she said to use this against you in case you're acting up

lando.jpg stop listening to your wife for a moment kevin i'm begging

user2 i didn't think that this duo would exist ever ngl

lando.jpg get in line

lolanmagnussen someone's scared of losing their little brother card huh 😆

lando.jpg 🙄

the norris-magnussen girls

astrid magnussen and ingrid magnussen

[chrisevansonly]

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

✯social media au

✯being on vacation is the best time to introduce the world to your not so secret lover…

✯my first carlos post!! i’m slowly getting back into writing, i promise actual fics for my au’s F1 and others are coming, im just going through a rough time

y/n’sinsta

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vacations in Mallorca may need to become a regular occurance🤍

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username wait a second….

username i feel like i recognize that back….

lilyhme girls trip soon??

>y/n’sinsta YES please that would be amazing

username carlos in the likes…..😏

username carlos we see you

carlossainz55 were those oranges any good?

>y/n’sinsta delicious 😌

y/n’sinsta added to their story!

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hard launch activated??

OH YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!

carlos and y/n?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

MOM AND DAD

carlossainz55

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eres mi vida, y tienes todo mi corazón❤️

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username the caption 😭😭😭

username oh she’s so beautiful 🥺

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username y/n is such an angel

charles_leclerc lando’s pouting out of jealousy

>landonorris am not🙄

>y/n’sinsta don’t worry lan, there’s enough carlos to go around 🫶🏻

>carlossainz55 there is?🤔

y/n’sinsta te amo tanto, amor, no se qué haría sin ti❤️

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y/n’sinsta

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cheering you on is my favourite activity, im so proud of you❤️❤️

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username mother is mothering this weekend

username god i aspire to be as beautiful as y/n😭

>y/n’sinsta you’re absolutely stunning lovely!!❤️

>username 🥺🤍

francisca.cgomes girl you’re out of this world 😍

>y/n’sinsta says you angel!!! so excited to see you!!

scuderiaferrari we always love having you in the paddock y/n!!

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carlossainz my good luck charm always ♥️

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a/n: just a little short smau while i work on writing some stuff!

eres mi vida, y tienes todo mi corazón - you are my life and you have my whole heart

te amo tanto, amor, no se qué haría sin ti - i love you so much love, i don’t know what i would do without you

[theeoriginals]

i LOVE that you write for elijah! <3 it’s so hard to find fics with him or any of the other originals these days 😣 could i request having a rare soft & lazy morning with him in bed. no thoughts head empty only being able to kiss him under the blankets 🫶🏻

sunday | elijah mikaelson

pairing: elijah mikaelson x witch!reader (no y/n!)

warnings: absolutely nothing elijah’s just in love… also reader being a witch is irrelevant spare for compliments elijah gives so you can ignore it if you want

author’s note: im ashamed of how long this ask has been in my inbox but to whoever requested it… i never forgot about you 😔✊🏻

The sun is warm and only slightly blinding when consciousness strikes him. Though his eyes are still closed, his brows twitch together, frown pulling at his lips as he fights against the light of day for a few more moments of blissful nothingness.

And then he feels the soft pads of fingers smoothing out the frown lines on his forehead and he sighs out, breath hitting the pillow his face is pressed into. The fingers don’t hesitate in their delicate dance over his skin, and he shifts against the sheets, legs brushing against legs, entangling together instinctively. Goosebumps ripple across his skin as the fingers travel through his scalp, undoubtedly messing his hair up even more than sleep has.

“How can anyone ever ask me to get out of bed when you look so delectable?”

Elijah huffs a tired, incredulous noise, eyes still closed, frown disappearing from his lips as it turns upwards into a slight smile. “Silver-tongued witch,”

“You call me such nice things, darling,”

Elijah blinks his eyes open finally, squinting against the sunlight through the window he faces, the yellow rays serving as a backlight for her figure, turned on her side, propped up above him with a smile pulling at her lips, tired and comfortable appearing.

“My beautiful, beautiful silver-tongued witch,”

Her tired smile spreads a bit more and she drags the pad of her thumb along his temple, pulling it back into his hair rhythmically. “Flatterer,”

He looks up at her, at the way it feels like the warmth of the sun is pouring through her skin and pressing into him where she touches him. He burrows into the bed more, sliding his arm where it lies beneath the covers so he can drape his fingers over her waist and drag her closer to him to close the distance that had been created by them in their sleep.

“We are not leaving this bed today, so I do hope no one has actually asked you to do so. They will be remiss to find out you have much more important things to do,”

“Like stay in bed all day with you?”

“Yes, exactly,”

She shifts, pressing her head against his pillow, eyes roaming his face as he allows his waning exhaustion to continue draining the more he looks at her. He can see her eyes lose their teasing gleam and become soft, with a gooey center. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Chest pressed against chest, he feels the way her heart beats against his, the way her breaths raise her chest up and down. He roams his eyes over her face like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it, recommits it to his memory, his heart, his being.

It’s rare they spend time like this in the mornings. It’s rare Elijah sleeps long enough that she’s awake before him, he’s usually awake and dressed by the time she joins the world. Although they spend almost every moment after that together, always nearby like they have this thing that ties them together and keeps them from straying too far from one another, this is different.

This is peace, it’s the dust particles filtering through the air, lit up by the sun. This is the songs the birds sing, the dampness of the morning dew on grass, the warmth of a bed that clings to sleep and threatens to pull you back under. It’s the distant noise of people outside, downstairs, going about their day and leaving this moment for them. Uninterrupted mirth.

Of all things, it makes Elijah feel alive. He feels, for a few moments, temporary. This moment itself is temporary, he knows, but he has hundreds of years ahead of him, and yet he feels that this moment is a day he will look back on with more wrinkles in his skin, and graying hair, and remember the bliss of it. He knows he will never know the feeling of age. But he knows a love that makes him want to, and it brings him odd comfort.

Elijah inhales deeply just to feel the way it makes his chest press against hers again. “I would spend all of my mornings here, with you,”

And because she knows him like he knows her, like they are the blood in one another’s bodies, she knows what he is saying and knows that it is the bare truth, and it is a sliver of his soul, of whatever may be left of it.

So, she says, “I love you, too,”

And Elijah knows it to be true, and he knows this moment is as endless as it is fleeting, and knows that should the day come where he no longer has another day ahead of him, it will be this that he remembers, and it will be this that greets him when he opens his eyes again on the other side of life.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

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name: mithi - not really, just family nickname

she/they (trying out new pronouns after a random sunday morning realization.. idk im prolly cis tbh)

16

desi

lesbian

questioning demi/grayromantic

ace-spec (too lazy rn to explore microlabels)

11th grader in cbse science stream

intj-t

dni: basic dni criteria, pro-israel

rules: don't be any of the above mentioned, don't be creepy

fun fact!: i was born exactly at 11:11 p.m.

daily click!

libra sun, gemini moon, cancer rising (idrk what it all means tho)

mental: unstable, go through depressive phases, gritted-tooth optimist, generally a bit sad and numb and lonely

physical: brown skin, black hair, v dark brown eyes, 5'6/168cm, glasses-wearing girlie, kinda a face reveal?

sideblogs :

studyblr: @academicgremlinhehe here to keep my procrastination in check

mental health/vent/ranting: @thyhonesteheorte here cuz i'm too scared to be especially depressing on main

ns/fw sideblog: @thy-wench-hath-gone here for idk exploring my sexuality somewhere else, not gonna be horny on main yk

feel free to check me out on :

blog - like an actual site, not this beauty chaos

ao3

that odd melancholy feeling - current ongoing marylily fic on ao3

pinterest - still in the middle of organizing so mind the chaos!

life goals :

become an academic weapon once again - summoning pre 9th grade me n making her better

multiple degrees?? yes pls to being disgustingly over-educated

work in research + part time writer

independence

travel the world

tagging system! :

#mithi's own - all original posts

#she communicates oh my! & #com com - answering asks, tag games, i switched to the 2nd tag cuz many ppl thought i was referring to them😭

#poetic lil mithi - original poetry

#artsy mithi - original art

#mithi's marauders - all posts relating to my marauders fanfiction

#wishful necromancy - posts relating to the marauders fandom hehe get it?

#slightly less beloveds - posts about fandoms apart from the marauders, mostly pjo ngl

#on the record :) - lyric posting

#musings from thy truly - journal extracts, vents, stuff that should be in my journal but i was too lazy to write with my hand, shit posts, life updates, literally anything that has words and isn't poetry or fandom-related

#tis bout 'n' - about a friend i've known on n off since 1st grade

#tis bout 'a' - yapping about the girl i constantly yap with at school<3

#moody mithi - moodboards, web weaving, etc yk

#filmy mithi - posts featuring my own pics :)

#mithistudies - studyblr posts made until 10th october 2024 (later created my studyblr sideblog)

#save palestine - all donation asks

current read! : crime and punishment (fyodor dostoevsky), jane eyre (charlotte bronte)

current watch! : -

current obsessions! : telling myself 'suck it up bitch u've been lazy long enough', thinking thinking thinking every moment my entire being is not occupied with some other task

hobbies! : sketching, chess, photography, writing, recording vlogs, listening to music + analyzing lyrics, reading, watching movies & shows, piano, contortion & gymnastics (yeah i'm one of those sick fucks who enjoys exercise, sue me)

music! : gracie abrams, lorde, olivia rodrigo, chappell roan, cavetown, clairo, hozier, ethel cain, phoebe bridgers, mckenna grace, billie eilish, conan gray, chloe ament, mitski, tv girl, beach bunny, girl in red, adrianne lenker, lana del rey, wallows, alex g, florence + the machine, boygenius, chloe moriondo and many many more!!

lit! : solitaire, heartstopper, pjo, hoo, toa, soc, p&p, wuthering heights, jane eyre, great gatsby, sherlock holmes, agggtm, ouabh, and many many more!!

shows! : heartstopper, atypical, lotr: rings of power, pjo, young royals, dickinson, sherlock, s&b, and many many more!!

movies! : lady bird, p&p (2005), the perks of being a wallflower, dating amber, little women (2019), lotr & hobbit trilogies, thg triology + tbosas, dead poets society, and many many more!!

last updated: 23rd january 2025