fml i just wanna get drunk and make out w someone is that so much to ask
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writing p2 to a life of our own atm! i'm having a finnick kick (because he's my husband) so will be hopefully writing a few bits and pieces for him as well as my cod bits and fourth wing (& a little acotar) ofc
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“If the military wanted me to have a spouse they would issue me one.” The military did and they issued you one.
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Oh my God??????????????????? Lord I’m bout to bust.
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rhaenyra was so real bc i would’ve given ser harwin three kids too
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❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank u for the liam cuddles
you are so very welcome! liam cuddles are the best🥰❤️
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You were kidnapped by a cult to provide sacrificial blood to summon a demon. They manage to finish the ritual and you see a hunky man standing at the centre of the summoning circle, looking confused as fuck, who goes from confused to enraged as he figures out you did not give consent.
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Hugging Dialogue
"Need a hug?"
"I love having you in my arms."
"Come here, I will hold you."
"Hugging you feels really nice."
"I could really use a hug right now."
"Come on, let's hug it out."
"I feel like this calls for a group hug."
"If you ever need a hug, you know where to find me."
"Can you hold me just a bit tighter?"
"Nowhere I'd rather be than in your arms."
"Wearing your shirt feels like you're hugging me."
"Come closer, I'll warm you up in my arms."
"Hugging somehow feels less awkward than a handshake."
"Is this still hugging or does it count as cuddling?"
"Come on, you know you want to hug me."
More: 35 Hugs | Hugs Prompts
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Oh! I've got one! Liam with a super cuddly reader, who's quiet and doesn't speak often, but at random times, she decides she needs a hug and they just cuddle, even if there are other people around.
pairing; liam mairi x fem!reader
warnings; none, just fluff. established relationship, fem!reader.
a/n; apologies this took so long to get out, my dear anon. i’ve been slacking on creative juices recently, and i’m not overly happy with this, but it’s better than nothing (and i adore liam. he’s my no.1 fictional bf <3)
You're late to breakfast this morning. You'd procrastinated the journey to the cafeteria, weighed down by a fatigue that filled your limbs with treacle and siphoned your motivation to move at all. Your bed had practically begged you to stay put, at least for another half an hour, and you’d obliged, heavy eyes falling closed for another few minutes of dreamless sleep.
There are some perks to second year, you decide. Free weekends are awesome.
When you finally trudge your way through the heavy doors, Liam's there to greet you with a grin that has dimples cratering at the centre of his cheeks and crows feet crinkling at his eyes. It's almost enough to dissipate the abounding lethargy that clings to your every muscle, mouth pulled down into a pouting frown that Liam desperately wants to kiss away. He refrains, only for the fact that you’re so shy you’d simply melt on the spot if he kissed you the way he wants to.
“Good morning, my sleepy girl. How are you?”
You forgo words, instead opting for nudging forward into his arms and squishing your cheek against the slope of his shoulder.
“Ah,” he murmurs, smearing a kiss to the very top of your head. “It’s like that, is it?”
“Mm,” you hum noncommittally, dead weight against his chest. His laugh rumbles through you, arms coming up and over your shoulders to settle you into the crease of his armpit; the tension from your body dissipates and you nearly vocalize your urge to drag him back to bed with you.
“Saved you some breakfast,” he says, one broad hand delving into his pocket and coming back armed with a chocolate crossiant— your favourite.
“Pocket pastries!” you giggle. “Every woman’s dream.”
“See, I know you so well,” he laughs right back. “Come and sit. There’s more where this came from.” He accentuates the statement with a cheeky wink and a kiss to the shell of your ear, delighting in the way you flush white-hot beneath him.
You snort, tipping your head up to press a kiss to his jaw. One, then two. He keeps an arm hooked securely over your shoulders when you move towards the table.
“I love you,” you say, muffled around a bite full of pastry. He kisses the crumbs from your lips happily.
“I love you, my girl. Want some more food?”
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