#i feel so bad for not getting to this sooner

[lvl109]

to: captain save a hoe calebbbbb ): the aircon is broken againnnn ): requesting immediate assistance before gf melts into a puddle of sweat and tears

you'd sent those messages ten minutes ago. caleb shows up at your apartment door with a tool kit and ice cold gelato within the next thirty.

you hum happily as you bite into a spoonful of strawberry gelato as he works on the stupid machine, humming faintly to himself as your attention splits between him and the movie that had been idling on your screen a few feet away. but the screen becomes far less interesting very quickly over watching your boyfriend tinker away with laser focused precision, soon ignoring the movie entirely to watch him.

sweat beads on his arms and forehead as he works, pausing momentarily to wipe it away. your arm moves mindlessly from cup to your mouth, but the taste of strawberry goes unnoticed. you blink and his shirt is discarded somewhere on the floor. you don't bother to look for where it landed.

were the curtains drawn open when he came in? you don't even remember. but the sun decides to favor him despite it being the reason why it was one of the hottest days of the year. turns out even the sun can't help but shine over your knight in... less than armor coming to your rescue against heatstroke.

with a proud exhale, caleb soon stands back with his hands on his hips as the air conditioner finally rattles back to life, immediately pushing cold air into the living room. he turns around with a wide grin to find you already looking at him and offers a thumbs up. "your refrigerant was damaged and blowing hot air into the room, but it should be good now!"

you blink once, then nod. whatever a refrigerant was. "oh, really? i didn't know that. thanks."

"i'm glad you texted, y'know. i'd hate to have come home later and found out you were suffering in the heat like that." caleb moves to pick up his shirt, drawing your eyes like a magnet to his arms. "i'll look into getting you a new one installed instead of having to rely on this old thing. sound good?"

your gelato is melting with negligence. somehow you can't find it within yourself to care that much. "sure. thanks, again."

his head tilts a bit at your less than enthusiastic answers, a frown settling on his lips much to your surprise. "you're sure you're okay? the heat hasn't gotten you that bad, right?"

before you can even answer, he crowds into your space and places a hand to your forehead. your heart rate spikes immediately in response and you nearly crush the poor cup of gelato-turned-juice in your hand. his brows furrow slightly, now moving to cup your face.

"hey, are you okay? your face is really hot. why didn't you contact me sooner? and your gelato is already melted—you were burning up in here!"

you don't have the heart to tell him he's the reason behind your sudden rise in temperature, only offering a weak smile to his fussing and succumbing yourself to his fretting. his very shirtless fretting. arms. muscles. what was he even talking about?

"you're going to be alright, okay?" a cool towel is placed on your forehead after he lays you down on the couch, the cold sensation making you sigh a bit in relief. the tension in caleb's face eases a bit as he gently strokes your face. "yeah? that feel good?"

his smile is so soft when you voice your affirmative, patting your arm in consolation. "don't move. i'll get you more gelato."

maybe a thanks to said stupid machine was due.

[fish145]

letters

Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Summary: you are leaving for a month to visit your family. During your time away, you write letters to your husband, and he can't control his longing for you... or his need

Warnings: sappy Aemond, a bit of dirty talk I guess, nothing too bad

Note: short and filled with yearning again bevause tjat's who i am as a person ok

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You had been excited to see your family again. You hadn't seen them since your wedding to the prince, which had been a mere five moons ago. In that time, you had truly gotten to know Aemond, and had fallen in love with him.

But being parted from him… it would be difficult. From your part, at least. You had admitted the morning of your departure that you would miss him. He had just kissed your forehead, urging you to go. 

“You’ll see me in a moon’s time,” he’d said softly, “I’ll be thinking of you.”

“Write to me,” you begged him so sweetly, “as often as you can. Please.” 

He had nodded, pressing a final kiss to your hand before he urged you into the carriage. “I’l see you soon.”

But a moon was a long time, Aemond now realised. Only a week in and he was already missing your warmth beside him. He’d wake up, feeling the cold spot beside him in his bed. It was then and there he decided to write his first letter to you.

He got up from the far too large bed, putting on a robe and sitting down at the small writing desk tucked into the corner of the chamber. He grabbed a quill and some parchment, thinking for a moment about exactly what he would write to you. 

‘I miss you’, perhaps?

He cleared his throat. Did he miss you? Truly? Perhaps he did, but what kind of dragon prince would he be if he admitted to that?

He started writing, choosing his words carefully. 

‘My dear wife,

I apologise for not writing to you sooner. I have been quite busy, but I am sure you understand.’

He paused for a moment, imagining your face. You would forgive him, he realised. You were far too sweet for him. He imagined you using that kindness to the servants at the Keep that was your own home, and felt a flicker of jealousy. 

‘I have been keeping busy with the duties of the realm, but the hours are long and the work feels less fulfilling without you here to share a cup of wine and discuss the day's events with. I find myself wishing to hear your thoughts, your insights, your perspective on things.’

That much was true. He missed the way you would come visit him in his study at the end of the day, before dinner was served. You would offer him that sweet smile, walk closer to him and stand beside him, close enough so that he could smell your perfume. 

‘It has been but a week since your departure, and already your absence feels never-ending. I find myself missing your laughter, your smile, the way your eyes light up when you speak of things you love. I am not a man accustomed to longing, but here I am, longing for you.’

He paused for a moment, wondering if he was taking it too far, being too eager. But he was not lying. He missed you.

'In hopefully three more weeks, I get to gaze upon your smiling face again. I will be counting down the days. I hope you are enjoying your time at home, with your family. Please remember the home you have here with me, as well.

‘Your devoted husband,’

Aemond paused, looking at the word ‘devoted’. He could start over, he supposed, just write down ‘your husband’.

He looked at the letter you had sent him, reading the loving words over and over again.

No. He wouldn't rewrite the letter. He was devoted to you, and you were allowed to know. He cleared his throat again, writing the final words.

‘Aemond Targaryen. Son of the King of the Realm, Dragonprince of the Seven Kingdoms’

There. A little bragging wouldn't hurt.

He sealed the letter, barking an order at a servant boy to send it to you. 

And then he waited. 

-----

When you got the letter from your husband, you had snatched it from your maid and ran upstairs into your bedchamber. You carefully removed the seal, opened the parchment and started reading.

The biggest smile formed on your face when you read his words. Sure, his letter was a lot shorter than yours, but his words meant the world.

He was longing for you, actually longing. He had written it down himself, and you had read the letter six times already. 

He missed you, missed your thoughts and presence and very essence.

You laughed softly when you read the way he signed the letter, clearly a way of his to save face. But you knew the truth. Your husband missed you.

You quickly grabbed parchment and a quill yourself. Breakfast could wait for now.

-----

It was a few days later when Aemond got your longing reply by raven. He hated to admit it, but his heart was pounding when he got word a letter had arrived for him. He opened the seal far too eager, reading the words like a man starved.

You wrote of how you missed him too. You had used beautiful words to say how badly you missed him by your side, how you wished to sleep beside him and feel him closer.

Aemond licked his lips unconsciously, remembering the way you always looked so effortlessly gorgeous when you woke up next to him, the early morning light always making you squint your eyes as you tried to wake up. 

You were bolder in this letter, stating how you couldn’t wait to return to continue on with your lives together. And you wrote of your dreams. Dreams of the family you wanted with him, of the life you would both build together.

He finished the letter, your fervent love declaration at the bottom. He took a deep breath, and he could swear he could faintly smell your perfume.

Had you sprayed some on the parchment? Minx.

You had been bolder in this letter, but Aemond could do better than that.

You had always been so shy in voicing your wants. In voicing what you desired. He wasn’t shy.

‘My dearest wife,

You paint a lovely picture of our future, sweet lady, yet a bold one all the same.

I dream of you, too.

I dream of you beneath me, your hair splayed across the pillow, your eyes closed in bliss. I imagine you arching into my touch, your body trembling with need as my hands explore every curve and contour. I will worship every inch of you, sweet wife, my tongue tracing your skin until you are dripping and begging for me.’

Aemond paused for a moment. He needed you, Gods, he needed you. But he also knew he had to reel himself in. He couldn't be too eager, too direct. He still respected you, needed you to know his needs were not just lust, but love as well. 

‘Forgive me, my lady, but my want for you never seems to end. You have bewitched me, it seems, thoughts of you always haunting me. Memories of you beneath me, moaning my name so sweetly. 

Know that my desire for you is rooted in the love I have for you, sweet wife. I crave not just your body, but your soul, your mind, your spirit. I am consumed by the need to be one with you in every way imaginable. When I make love to you, it is an act of worship, a testament to the way you have captured my heart so completely.’

It was incredible, the way he missed you so badly. Almost two weeks had passed now, and he had two more weeks to go. If he was lucky, that is. The journey in your carriage could take longer if you were unlucky with the weather, or a broken wheel.

He groaned annoyed. Impatient. 

‘Please know that every word I write, every thought I have, is colored by the depth of my love for you. I am yours, forever.

Your husband,

Aemond Targaryen

Dragonrider’

He couldn't help himself at the end. He was simply proud of the fact. How many people could call themselves a dragonrider? Not a lot.

He sealed the letter, ordering another servant around to send it with the quickest raven they possessed. And then he waited. Again. 

----

You had never felt your face feel as warm as it did when you read your husband’s letter. How…how…shocking! Scandalous! Arousing!

You thought about teasing him in return, writing a letter filled with depraved words. A letter in which you would admit that you had touched yourself while thinking of him. How your fingers could never compare to his.

But that wouldn’t be enough.

In the end, you wrote a short, straight to the point letter. 

‘Come visit me.

Yours, 

Your aching wife’

----

Aemond had barely finished reading your letter before he was bolting out of the grand doors of the Red Keep, pretty much shoving a knight off of their horse. He rode towards where Vhagar was resting, his heart pounding and his cock hard.

“Just you wait,” he panted out to himself, “I am coming, my love.” 

[munipe]

helloooo pumpkin! i luv ur writing! i was thinking about something very cute an silly for saiki.! Imagine when Saiki tells his partner about his powers. about what he goes through. Dude is NERVOUS. But instead of being surprised, excited, or anything, they look at him for a while before speaking in a quiet tone and saying something along the lines of; "That sounds incredibly difficult for you, please tell me what I can do to make you feel comfortable after dealing with all this." thank youuu! ^^

I was getting through finals studies—I’m writing this after I’ve finished my first final. This was simmering in the drafts :3

YOU ALWAYS found it weird how Kusuo, your boyfriend, always knew what you needed. Whenever you were down, he’d weirdly, always, have your favorite candy. Whenever you were thirsty, he oddly had an extra can of juice from lunch. It was all odd coincidence that every minor inconvenience you had with him, just dissolved within seconds. Kusuo was no fool to your skepticism, though.

He admits, maybe he did pamper you slightly. Perhaps he’s too often solved all of the small pokes in your back than he has let you solve it yourself. He didn’t see why he shouldn’t, though. After all, you are so tolerant of him. You accept when he doesn’t want to be touched, or when everything is too loud for him. Hell, he even remembers when he felt so tired and you bought him coffee jelly and some tea. He could’ve done it himself, but it tasted sweeter when you made it.

Kusuo admits, as well, that perhaps he’s let you in maybe too much. Maybe he’s ‘sensed’ too many things for it to be passed off as “boyfriend instinct”. He can feel your stares—your internal questions. He thought, maybe, he should play dumb and go about as usual. In that case, you’d be incredulous—how crazy would you have to be to believe your boyfriend has powers? Then Kusuo would feel bad in that event. Would it be best to come clean? He figured you would freak out if he did, who wouldn’t? But he couldn’t risk you feeling crazy, either. He had been so deep in thought and contemplation, he hadn’t realized you were worried.

***

“Kusuo?” The both of you had been dating for not long, actually. It was spontaneous, at a festival. Yet, he felt as comfortable as ever hearing his name from your lips. You were lying on the floor together—you said it felt better on your back, so he accompanied you. He turns his head to signal he was listening. “Are you okay?”

He nods, you furrow your eyebrows. With a small chew on the inside of your cheek, you relent. Your boyfriend was a master at avoiding conversation, you wouldn’t win. “M’kay.” You scooted closer, placing your head on his shoulder—his arm wraps around you.

It was pure warmth. He loved your weight on him, it solidified the idea you were real and with him. He glanced down to your curled up form, and he could feel himself caving. He was sure you had been peeling at his defenses, layer by layer. You were reaching to the core of his being—sooner than he’d like. It was worrying. He was so fortified, he didn’t know what else to do. They say love is like a flower blossoming in spring, but what will he do when his winter comes? When he slips up? He wasn’t sure. He only found himself wanting to bear it to you. He would show the deepest parts to you. Maybe he shouldn’t do that with his first relationship, but he didn’t care.

“You want a cat.” He started, speaking with his mouth. “You want…three. One ragdoll, one siamese, and the other is debatable.” All things you’ve thought about, but never said. “You sometimes want to hold my hand whenever I’m irritated, but you never do because you think I’ll get upset. You think my bed is more comfortable than yours but you never tell me to scoot over when you’re over.” His hands felt clammy when he felt your gaze.

“How do you know all that?” You whispered to him. You swore you could see a genuine expression of anxiety on him for the first time

“I can read your mind. I can do a lot of things. I can…use telekineses, I can turn invisible, I can hear everyone’s thoughts in a certain radius. I can’t throw a ball because I can’t control myself. I have x-ray vision, so I can’t actually see your face.”

You turned warm at the notion. So he knew you liked him way before?

He answered your thought. “I did know. You started liking me after we worked on the Chemistry project together.”

…

The silence was killing him. He looked down to your form, only to see it curling into him. “That sounds…rough. You can hear everyone’s thoughts? You can’t see my face? You…” He was a strong man, you thought. You’d go crazy if you constantly heard everyone’s thoughts—nobody could be two-faced with him. You gently maneuvered to lay on him. “Tell me what I can do to make you comfortable when I can, okay? That sounds constantly overwhelming….”

He looked down at you in curiosity. You weren’t freaked out or angry. You were…gentle. How endearing.

“Just stay.” He answered. So you did.

I’ve written ‘Saiki’ too much it’s starting to look like mumbo jumbo

[copperbadge]

hello!! just here to say that I’m a teen who follows you, and you being the person you are (ie, adhd and in your forties and functional and an author) is really inspiring to me. it gives me a lot of hope that everything will turn out okay and that it’s possible to become a grown-up and still keep what I love, and I really, really thank you for that. hope you have a great day!

What a lovely thing to say! I'm so glad you're enjoying the blog :) I always get a little nervous at the idea of younger people reading here, not because of you or anything but because like everyone I'm human and screw up and I'm not always the best role model. But, like Gerald in the latest novel, when I do screw up I'm trying to be a cautionary tale and not a bad example :)

And hey, if you've got an ADHD diagnosis at your age then you're going to have so many opportunities I missed. You'll know yourself so much better and earlier, you'll be able to make use of tools that I didn't have or didn't even EXIST when I was a teen, and you'll be able to look at times you fucked up and say, "Hey, I'm dealing with shit other people aren't, I'm okay" and not worry about it so much. Lean into your hyperfixations, remember that people who think you're cringe are being dickheads at best and ableist at worst, and explore your options always, even the ones you "shouldn't" choose. Take the doors off your cabinets, go out to dinner alone, be free :D

Not to say that the ADHD is all there is, it's just, the more I learn about myself, the more I see what was missed in not getting a diagnosis sooner. I don't feel regret exactly, I like who I am, but I do sometimes wonder who I could have been.

Anyway, as I said I do like who I am, and I'm glad that I can model that for you, too :) You absolutely can grow up and keep what you love; the true mark of an adult is that they know what they love, respect it, respect themselves, and don't bother with people who can't do that.

[mi-co-uk]

hiii i have had a really bad day with my selective mutism today. basically i had an induction thing at my new school and so many teachers and stuff were trying to have conversations with me but i could only get one or two whispered words out and they were all just staring at me. it was a hot mess lmao.

i was wondering if maybe there was something you could write with mute!reader and grumpy!matt were she braves going out somewhere (maybe a mall or something?) alone but people keep trying to talk to her and she gets super stressed out and panicked so she texts matt and he comes to pick her up and comforts her and stuff??

sorry if u don't like requests or just don't like this one, i'm sorry if it's really bad and i'm sorry for saying sorry i'm just having a hard day lol

never apologise :c im really sorry that you had to go through that, it sounds so overwhelming 😞 but you're not alone at all, and I hope you like the blurbb/drabble :>

I did some texts too and i was considering waiting to put it in the mute reader special but I figured youd appreciate it sooner :3 im hoping you're doing a little better and my messages are always open if you need anything :c

── GRUMPY MATT X MUTE READER ⋆˚࿔

Matt saw her stood out front like an abandoned puppy. She looked around, clutching her bag for emotional support, the light revealed how watery her eyes had become. 

He pulled over quickly, unlocking the car doors so she could let herself in. he had to start driving quickly due to how busy it was, no wonder dotty got overwhelmed. 

He heard her small sniffles, playing with the hem of her dress as she tried to swallow down her emotions. Matt shouldve been annoyed, but he never could be, not at her. Watching her wipe every tear for herself as they fell, knowing shed initially wanted to go to the mall with him just broke his heart. 

“I shouldve been there.” he muttered out, wiping his face in frustration as he tried to focus on the road. 

He reached his hand over to gently grip her thigh, caressing her as dotty reached her hand arm to grip his arm. She fiddled a little, poking her fingers on his arms just to distract herself and a way to show matt she forgave him. Her sniffles didnt cease so he pulled over as soon as he could. 

Her frown deepened when matt faced her, his eyebrows furrowing in sympathy.

“Come here.” he tilted his head to gesture, bracing his arms a little around her to support her movements as she climbed over. 

She settled into his lap, looking down again to avoid his gaze before matts arms tightened around her. He rubbed soothing patterns into her back, watching closely to see for any more tears. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, beginning to space out as she played back how her day had gone. 

“Can i just go everywhere with you?” he mumbled out, also avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment. “Keep you safe and happy.” 

Dotty pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, holding onto him tighter as she started to slowly let all the tears out. She cried even harder when matt cradled her impossibly closer, showing her she wasnt alone and letting her feel her emotions completely. 

a/n sorry it's short 😞😞

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Game night ruined.

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[arrowheadedbitch]

Thinking about the episode where Nessie Jr hatches and how Colonel Baird assumes that Ezekiel is goofing off so she gives him a job to do and he keeps trying to get that job out of the way as fast as he can so he can go back to the very important job he was doing.

There's so much to be said about that part of the episode!

The way colonel baird assumes he's goofing off, the way he doesn't even try to defend himself until after he's already finished the thing she was stopping him from doing, the way he only explains why he was on his phone after she's already scolded him multiple times, the way he HACKED a GOVERNMENT SATALITE from his CELL PHONE, the way he genuinely cares about the egg despite it being dumped on him because of the assumption that he isn't working on something worthwhile, the way he's genuinely upset that he almost killed the egg by accident, the way he doesn't realise a bunsen burner will kill the baby but knows how to HACK a SATALITE from his CELL PHONE, the way he doesn't really care that Baird kept him away from his important work because of an assumption, the way he never tries to curb her assumption, the way he's only annoyed and really only mildly scolds her for making him take longer to figure out the other's were in big trouble, the way that this episode deeply effects how Baird sees Ezekiel, there's just so much to be said

[weebsinstash]

I wonder how people feel when they read a few of my posts and they're like "oh this writing/yandere blog looks interesting, I'll go to their page and see what all they have" and it's me switching fandoms every other week, sometimes bitching about politics, and asking for money because my cat is sick

[shinhyunjin]

i was the happiest these past two nights ♡

[benevolenterrancy]

Can I ask what was your first impression of TGCF and if it turned out wrong or right?

My first impression of TGCF was "this goof continuously ascends to -- and gets kicked out of -- heaven, this is going to be clown town isn't it?"

And honestly I stand by that one, I think I was completely correct**

(**barring the fact that this goof will then go on to experience ever conceivable horror known to man but honestly I mostly expected it after MDZS)

[giddlygoat]

life is short post willace were-rabbit angst on main

[fennthetalkingdog]

Dang, being nonhuman really is just like being trans, where I look back at my life and go, "Ohhhhhhhh, so THAT'S where it came from." It's easy for me to fall into the habit of thinking, "Well I just found this new label but I don't want it to infiltrate my whole life." But... it already has. All those moments pretending to be a cat on the playground, making fake "dog packs" with my friends, wrestling with my dog and laying next to her as if I was just another pup, attaching to my dog and cat stuffed animals, making dog-like noises to supplement my words, pretending I had (and still have) a tail to wag when I wanted, shaking out my "fur" and huffing just because I "liked mimicking my dog"—those were all my nonhumanity shining through. Me identifying with the nonhuman/therian label isn't an outliner, it's just the trend.

[glytchx13]

Overgrown Home Update

i apologize so much for not making more on overgrown home- I do have one more ask I'm working on ATM but other than that I haven't really gotten ideas- I'm in a bit of an art block other than this one, big ask I got left that has taken me a week to finish and I'm still not done yet- I would like some smaller asks to work on so my page isn't just empty TwT

while I'm working tho- heres a little wip of howdy and Frank that's gonna show up in this ask-(when I say big, I mean big- so many characters are gonna show up in this one)

[fossilizations]

hii beloved mutual reading this i’m shadowbanned rn i can’t send replies or dms </3

[teamfortresstwo]

“Peter Lukas gets sent back to the regency era” “Jonathan Sims gets sent back to the regency era” valid points valid points but i raise you

Tim Stoker gets sent back to the regency era

[trensu]

do you think you'll put "Stasis in darkness" on AO3 eventually?

see, when the idea first came to me, I hadn't really planned on doing anything with it because I wasn't sure if I could make it work. there's a level of gravitas in the relationship between a god and their devoted servant that I didn't think would translate well to steddie because, let's be real, those boys are goofy dorks. but the idea wouldn't leave me alone so I typed up the original post in an attempt to work it out of my system and move on.

(the post kind of blew up, which I was not expecting at all!! like, not even a little bit! i post all sorts of rough little ideas for my own amusement and I've been able to do that without drawing much attention until that point.)

Anyway, I wouldn't have done much with it but @acowardinmordor left some comments/tags/what have you that helped me nail down the setting in my head which really opened the door for me to explore how the story could progress. (apologies, strife, I'm not sure I ever properly thanked you for that burst of inspiration, so please accept this shoutout as an expression of gratitude). And the amazing @ent-is-indecisive allowed me to rant about it which really helped flesh out the story. Seriously, there are elements and lore coming up that would not have existed if it weren't for ent. (and thank you once again ent for the ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL fanart you made for the reveal scene, I'm still overcome with joy whenever I think about it!).

Once it got to that point, I knew I wanted it to be a self-contained story and I was afraid that if I did a multi-chapter fic I'd lose the thread and never make it to the ending I want the fic to have. (no, the end scene hasn't been written yet but I KNOW what it's going to be and I hope everyone will love it as much as i do). So I promised myself that I was not going to post it on ao3 until the whole thing was written out completely.

However, I occasionally need a confidence/motivation boost so I've been posting consecutive parts of the rough draft here. you have no idea how much the people who reblogged with tags or left comments have helped me fight off the discouragement my brain likes to bog me down with; off the top of my head, @godsweakestboy , @redfreckledwolf, @fuctacles , @spectrum-spectre , and @lawrencebshoggoth have given me lovely, enthusiastic words of encouragement. and they're only the ones I can think of at this moment. there's so many other people who've done this, so if you've ever left me nice tags or comments, please know that I've read every single one of them repeatedly whenever I need to get over a slump. I'm so grateful for all of you!

Anyway, all this is to say yes! It is going to be posted as a oneshot on ao3 once I've finished writing it. <3