#im so dead

[flower-yi]

In your bedroom, only soft breaths are heard. The ceiling looks nice, too, and so does Alhaitham. Somehow, he sleeps like the dead: arms rest gently at his sides, expression frighteningly at peace—the only thing that gives a clue to him sleeping is the eyemask lifted above his eyebrows, strewn somewhere on his head.

It makes you giggle to yourself. He looks goofy, and causes fondness to pool in your stomach, twisting and turning like you did moments before.

Fondness then gives way to jealousy, something like jealousy, because you can’t sleep. Your mind races, not particularly with any urgent thoughts, but it is active and you cannot shut it off—any attempts to won’t likely work, so you’re stuck with trying something with where Alhaitham lays to bring forth sleep. And, well, it doesn’t either. Just looking at him is a recipe of disaster—because there rises the desire to touch, to discover, to feel what he feels like it’s your first time seeing him on your bed—the first time seeing someone beside you, like this, on your bed.

“You’re moving too much,” some groggy voice speaks. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Sheets crinkle under your movement. A warm hand settles on your waist, gently, and slowly, now, you see Alhaitham who is squinting—the light on his nightstand’s been turned on, giving his side of the room a soft glow.

“No, not really,” you reply airily, “No trouble because I am trying to.”

His voice is quiet; stripped away from the layers of sarcasm and unintentional haughtiness; it is now filled with sleep, and all the things that come from being woken up. “That is having trouble with sleeping.”

You huff, inching closer to him. He is warm and, unfortunately, hogs all of the blanket, so the duvet barely covers your back. “Okay, smartass. You got me this time.”

“Did I now? I suppose that’s my first win of the day.” Alhaitham welcomes your closeness readily, the arm ‘round your waist now pulling you in—he’s never been one for excessive displays of physical touch, and the love language you choose is different from his. He is all acts of service, and you a combination of two others, but right now, when it is dark and the night has descended, his warmth melds with yours. “Changing your habits would lead to sufficient rest. I’ve told you so before.”

“Your fault for having to need to go to work early.” His breath is steadying; calming. There is a type of rhythm to it that makes you count sheep, like numbering the times he pauses for a moment, and then, you can hear him listen. “Your fault for also having a work schedule that doesn’t align with mine.”

“Dramatics,” Alhaitham points out. You don’t need to look up to him to see him roll his eyes. “You and I leave work on the same days and have similar work hours.”

“So?”

He sighs, the breath exhaled softly too much to be mistaken as irritation, “I’m quite sure you’re trying to say something. What is it?”

Your cheeks heat, and on instinct, your hands flies up to hide them. Stupid, the light on his nightstand barely reaches you—why… even…?

“Go on and tell me, joonam,” Alhaitham’s fingers pry your own from your face. Archons, it feels like it’s gonna fall off. “Don’t take too long, or else I’ll fall back asleep.”

You groan, “I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“Exactly!” You look up at him, frowning. Alhaitham meets your eyes, chin dipping; eyes narrowing slightly. “I still miss you.”

Alhaitham takes a moment to respond. If it were anyone less familiar with him, you’d shrink beneath his gaze—with every genius comes the thought process that they can proudly declare is their own, and Alhaitham falls quiet to process his thoughts. In moments like this, his eyes bore holes onto you, but you find it not particularly bothersome; it just causes something like embarrassment and a parched feeling surfacing when it happens.

When he decides to speak, it comes with some gentle flourish, “Our last date was a month ago, was it not?”

Oh. Well. Maybe… yes?

Alhaitham rolls his eyes, affection oozing from the gesture. “On second thought, I doubt you’d remember.”

“That’s a lie!”

“Your eyes widened and you looked like a frightened cat. Inferring from those observations and other information I’ve gathered since knowing you, it’s easy to deduce you’ve forgotten.”

Nothing rolls out of your tongue, except a half-baked protest that tumbles as it leaves you. Alhaitham fixes you with a stare, nothing too harsh, and you can’t do anything but give in.

“Later,” He starts, arm on your waist moving up to your shoulders, “Will you come home early?”

“I will be. Why?” You ask, curling into his side.

Alhaitham tells you, “Then be ready by the time I come home.”

Work, in a couple hours, will be easy—after all, if there’s an incentive to work hard, you’ll do it to your heart’s content. You tease, “You’re being nice. I wonder what’s happened.”

“It is my duty as your partner to not dismiss your feelings,” Alhaitham’s voice is quiet; the soft sounds of crickets outside even more louder. There is something serious in his tone, and silence falls onto you. “I had failed to realize you felt neglected. Us getting busy with work is not an excuse to ignore the fact you and I haven’t gotten time together. I wish to rectify that mistake.”

In your bedroom, only your soft breaths are heard. You look at him, the world having gone silent, and gaze into Alhaitham’s eyes. It’s hard to tell what rises in you, and if it’s a good feeling—though there’s some gut instinct that tells you it’s good, and you should bask in it. Is it right? Does this feel right?

Normally, you’d feel stupid pondering these things. But right now, as Alhaitham gazes back at you, expression calm as always, you don’t fail to notice what washes over you.

Relief, and the feeling of being seen. That’s what it is, and it is with Alhaitham.

“I’ll see you then,” You settle on that response, heart tightening in your chest. It’s hard to not let the fondness seep into your voice, and Celestia knows what you look like right now. “I’ll give you time to change, too. Don’t worry.”

(You look like an image he’s only seen on other couples, Alhaitham thinks. The shimmering of your eyes is something… foreign, yet familiar all the same.

This will be life with you, he decides.

And just like every choice he’s made, it is resolute.)

[jeremycollinsstan]

jelinski when several doesnt mean seven

[dipplinduo]

Some sweet doodles for Valentine’s Day! Also thank YOU for the sweet surprise fluff fic. My day was MADE reading it 😭🥰

[fukirvana]

I HEART YOU TOO SHADOW

[puhpandas]

EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO APANGRYPIGGYS NEW GREGORY AND FREDDY SONG ITS SO AMAZING..... AND ON SBS ANNIVERSARY IM SO EMOTIONAL FOR REAL

[jazzzzzzhands]

I went back to bed this morning and so glad I did,cause I had a Wally dream!!

It was about Wally Darling! The Musical!! Ohh I had to doodle these so FAST

He was singing a soft little ballad about life, love and hair. XD

[rainbowbeanstyles]

[littlecutiexox]

I better grow a huge bubble butt after this leg day I swear

[zxphy]

Tits, Ass or Thighs!!

TMNT 2k12 and ROTTMNT edition!!

Tws/cws: sexual content

Sexual content written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

TMNT 2012!!

Leonardo: Thighs

Donnatello: Tits

Raphael: Ass

Michealangelo: Ass

April O'neil: Tits

Karai: Ass

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ROTTMNT!!

Raphael: Personality.

Donnatello: Doesn't give a flying fuck.

Leonardo: Tits and cock.

Michealangelo: Tits

April O'neil: Tits

Big Mama: All of the above

Sunita: Thighs

Cassandra Jones: Ass

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I'll expand on this bullshit and give my explainations later!! <3

[fallingforfictionalmen]

no bc obviously I see “The Prophecy” and I think percy

but that song is written from annabeth’s pov. that song is annabeth’s. she is internally screaming that song for the entire first series

“I guess a lesser woman would’ve lost hope”

“change the prophecy/ I don’t want money/ just someone who wants my company/ let it once be me”

“im so afraid I sealed my fate/no sign of soulmates”

“spending my last coin so someone will tell me it’ll be okay”

[eggussy]

Crowley STOP 🛑 ✋

[vendigool]

Hi Red dead revolver likers, im slacking, but heres some silly things

[domesticatedangel]

someone on twitter is trying to say that misha wasn’t a lead actor on spn and that the real leads were j*red, jensen, and…..baby. 

[mondstalgia]

Chen Bowen for Oat. Magazine

[sleepy-vix]

bro my friend said they like my love mine all mine the other day and so i put them on mitski's other songs and they were like "wth why is it so emo" WHAT. ??$:!:&/!:???

[arkiwii]

finished farming all the materials needed to get Silence alter E2 max level M9 because there's no limits to my mental illness (blue is for promotion, yellow is for skills, red is for fun, add to this 1M+ LMD and the Supporter chips that I couldn't include in the screenshots)

now i can go to bed for 5 days see ya