#instead of staying on your bed

[groenendaelfic]

Wille making the housemaster come inside to confiscate his phone when he's interrupted having phone sex with Simon is peak born royal Prince Wilhelm ngl

[infiniteorangethethird]

ik the common agreement in neurodivergent circles seems to be that we all function better at night but here's to the ones who are on the opposite end of the spectrum. To the early birds who wake at 7 and can't stay up past 10pm. To the ones who are left out of almost every social event bc everything seems to be happening after 8 but you're normally in bed by that point. To the ones who are made fun of bc "only little kids go to bed that early". To the ones who, even if they wanted to, can never seem to find their place among others bc of society's expectation that the real fun only begins after midnight. I see you, I feel you, and I wish you a very same

[theloveinc]

Unlike divorced!Kirishima (who told you he wanted to try taking a break before making anything official), I think Deku doesn’t mention anything at all before he tries to remove himself from your life.

Goes straight from simply acting busy and being distant to suddenly, fully ignoring you at home and over the phone; I don’t even think he tries to serve you divorce papers before he moves out entirely, so desperate to… what? You don’t know and probably never will.

(That is, until he returns after years of silence with tears in his eyes asking for you to take him back.)

[cuteniaarts]

Small drawing collection of my latest creation Emran as a teenager/freshly minted Air Acolyte, for my dear partner in unhinged OC shenanigans @katkastrofa, as promised <3

[deus-ex-mona]

kawaiku naritai so true

[samwise1548]

#op i hope you know your art gives me SO much joy whenever it crosses my dash be like oh!! it's the scrimbos!! by the samwise artist!! yippee!! #you have Such a way of drawing characters that literally makes me go feral in the absolute best way i LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHHHH -@imjustexistingtbh

[ID: Meme of a standing cat bracing itself against a wall, crying as it spews a flurry of "wait, hold on a minute. I think I need a moment". \End ID]

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

it's so fun having a manipulative and controlling mother. ma'am I'm 20 years old, don't be pissed I stayed an extra night at my bfs bc YOU didn't come pick me up after offering to.

[itoshi-s]

rin who looks so pretty when he sleeps ,, head on your chest and an arm wrapped around ur waist :( he’s so peaceful with his hair all over the place, thick lashes resting on top of his cheeks, guard completely down — but it’s only around u </3

[legolasghosty]

fluffy dialog prompts!! 13 for willex?

Hello anon!!! You probably have no memory of sending this but I hope it reaches you! Sorry for the wait!!!!

Alex has mixed feelings about his graveyard shifts.

On the plus side, he can work on his own and not have to deal with customers while stocking the shelves and cleaning up the bookstore. Apart from when he's chatting with a coworker or checking in with his manager, he usually keeps his earbuds in for the whole shift. Audiobooks are wonderful things. It's calmer at night.

But the downside is that he doesn't get home until 5 or 6 am on the nights he works. So even though he and Willie are finally living together, they only get a couple of full nights together each week. It's not hurting their relationship, and they both make an effort to make lots of time for cuddling and talking during the day. But it is a bit sad that they don't get that basic couple-living-together thing of being able to fall asleep side by side each night.

Well, there is one other positive, Alex thinks as he parks his car outside of their apartment building. Working graveyard shifts usually gets people off his back about how little he sleeps. At least people who don't know him well. People who don't need to know the whole story.

Sure, Alex is working with a therapist now to try and get a handle on the nightmares that began just after he moved out. It's not as bad as it was that first year or two. But he still struggles to stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time.

Alex pushes the thoughts away as he climbs the stairs to his and Willie's apartment. No energy for that right now. All he needs right now is to get inside, change into something comfy, and climb into bed.

The blankets will be comfy and the pillows will be cool and Willie will be there, sound asleep. They'd texted Alex to tell him they were crashing in his bed a couple of hours into Alex's shift. Even though that's what they usually do, it still makes Alex's chest feel a bit looser to know that Willie will be in his bed when he gets home.

Alex fixes that fantasy firmly in his mind as he fumbles with his keys. Just a few more minutes before it becomes a reality. He repeats that over and over as he passes through the dark kitchen, hanging up his keys and kicking off his shoes. He imagines the smell of Willie's freshly washed hair as he brushes his teeth. It's some kind of mix of citrus and coconut that Alex has never been able to figure out but adores. He can barely wait to smell it again. To rest beside his partner and just be together.

The nightmares are always a bit easier when Willie is there.

Finally, he turns off the lamp Willie leaves on for him and slips into his room. Sure enough, there's his partner, snoring softly with his hair splayed out over Alex's pillows. He's a work of art, too stunning to ever truly be captured in words or photos.

Alex chuckles at his own cheesiness. Oh well, he's probably earned a bit of cheesy after so many years of hiding in the closet. He intends to love Willie as well as he can for as long as they want him to.

He quickly swaps out his work clothes for a pair of shorts and a light grey hoodie. Which might have started its life in Willie's closet, but who's counting. He slides off his rings and unclips the necklace he always wears, placing them on the dresser before carefully sliding into bed.

The first signs of sunrise become visible between the window blinds as Alex settles against Willie's back. He tries not to wake them, but even just their body heat is comforting against his skin after a long shift.

Alex takes a deep breath of the clean air of their home and feels his heart begin to slow down. He's safe now. He's in bed with the love of his life. They're together and they're good. Alex's life is good. His home is good, the band is good, all of his friends are good. He doesn't have to worry about it. He can relax.

Willie's snoring stops. Alex freezes, not wanting to wake him. But after a minute, Willie lets out a little hum and rolls over partway to look at Alex.

"You're home," they mumble, smiling.

"Mhm," Alex agrees, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Sorry for waking you."

"'s okay," Willie responds. He leans over a bit to plant a clumsy peck on Alex's nose. "Glad you're back."

"Me too," Alex murmurs, cuddling closer as his eyelids start to droop.

Willie starts to giggle, rolling over so their bare chest is flush against Alex's. "You're unbelievably cute when you're tired," they slur, already starting to drift back to sleep.

Alex knows his cheeks are warm but who cares. "Love you," he mumbles, slowly losing himself to unconsciousness.

He doesn't remain conscious for long enough to hear Willie say it back, but he knows they do. They always do.

[horce-divorce]

It has been 0 days since the last "old man leaves blood tracked around the entire house and goes on with his day UNbothered" incident....

I cannot fucking verbalize how disturbing this shit is... I literally can't get up at 7am to take a sleep-drunken piss without having to wake up fully and fucking bleach the floor because I look down at my shoes and realize I'm STEPPING in someone else's BLOOD. AGAIN!!@!!@!!!!!!!!!!!

same guy that leaves food out for the mice, puts his used dirty dry ass dentures flat on the kitchen counter, leaves bloodied bandages on the TABLE!!!!!!

and every time you try to have a conversation with him he goes "oh haha!" and trundles off, absolutely utterly regardless of what the topic is. Period. Always. Once during a fucking tornado he sat upstairs watching TV, chuckled at us rushing to the basement as the sirens wailed, I informed him "we already lost everything once, we don't need to do it again" and he said "ha ha ha" and went and sat in front of the TV again.

Once he said "I wonder why the mice keep coming back in the summer?" And Bel looked him in the eyes and said "you! It's because you leave them full course meals every day, you should scrape your plate off into the garbage when you're done with it :)" he said "oh haha!" Wandered off and then never once cleaned his plate, continuing to leave full plates out overnight (im talking 3 corn cobs biscuits and gravy), and "thawing" ALREADY THAWED MEAT on the counter for upwards of 10 hours before just... sticking it back in the fridge???

He is literally not even on this plane of existence. To the point where he refuses to use his cane and yet falls down multiple times per day. I don't understand how he continues to live. Fucking energy vampire. Literally!who needs a cane! he just asks us to help him up off the floor! then refuses said help while we stand there and watch him struggle. he has THE most weaponized incompetence i have EVER encountered. He literally just likes an audience!!!! That's all he wants and he gets it for free every day!!!! Every day he lives one day longer and Thorin, Bel and I feel years age off our fucking lives in exchange!!!!!

I CANT! KEEP DOING IT! I NEED TO FIX MY CAR AND GET OUT OF HERE IM GOING FUCKING INSANE I DIDNG SIGN UP FOR DAILY BIOHAZARD WASTE REMOVAL IN EXCHANGE FOR MY FUCKING LIFE!!!!!!!LIVING IN THE WOODS IS BETTER ILL TAKE IT ANY FUCKING DAY

Hot tip: if you become homeless DONT just take the first offer of a roof over your head IF you can absolutely help it at all, ESPECIALLY if you became homeless due to fleeing abusive family. You will very likely just end up with someone else's abusive dad instead :) repeatedly :)))

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

I can only stand to be around my mom for a day and then she'll become insufferable for the rest of the time she's around me. And she wonders why I don't talk to her for long periods of time.

[fancifulflora]

might i request,,,,, 'lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. '

with my wife DELAL ❗

tysm. u r the atoc fandom's blessing

sadjlask I very much appreciate the compliment, hopefully, I can continue to write for atoc! I just need to keep my hyper-fixation alive with content

okay post writing this i am here to tell you that D isn't being very lazy with their kisses for most of this- apologies and be warned

Most of the time, the weather was pretty amiable in Arsur. It was especially pleasant in Zeratun, where winters just like this one were cool and brought about rain throughout the region.

Unfortunately, the scent of petrichor enveloping the city had a lulling, almost pacifying effect on its citizens.

Crown of Arsur included.

The song of rain dancing upon the stones of your balcony stirred you from your sleep, golden eyes still weary from slumber. Using an elbow as leverage, you tried getting up only to be pulled back by the muscular, bandaged arms locked around your waist.

A low grunt pressed itself against the back of your neck, Delal's lashes tickling the back of your shoulder.

"Good morning, beloved," You greet, voice still a little hoarse from sleep. "Did I wake you?"

A small, silent nod from the general against your skin. "It's far too early, your imperial majesty."

Though the stormy sky made telling the time harder, the faint light on the horizon meant that it would still be a while before the two of you had to get up for the day.

Giving Delal's arms a couple pats got her to relinquish her grip on you, her loosened hold allowing you to turn around and face her.

Bandages were still wrapped around her shoulder, where a sharp blade had pierced but a few days ago.

A blade she had taken for you.

You tentatively hold your hand out, golden eyes searching for permission. She watches in bemusement at the look you give her, her sleepy gaze laced with adoration, nodding and fully releasing you so you might have better access to her wound.

Brushing your featherlight touch across her bandages- as if one wrong move could shatter her completely, you're surprised to see that there's not an ounce of tension in her muscles, no hesitation to be found in her body language.

Just a quiet stillness against the patter of rain, a wordless show of unbridled trust.

Trust she had for you.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, a thin veil laid over your voice in order to mask your concerns from Delal, the look she gave you in return clearly seeing through the act.

The stare made you feel bare before her, unearthed in the best way possible.

"No," she mutters, pressing a chaste kiss on your brow- a small attempt to reassure you that she was alright. "Not in the slightest, I assure you."

You let out a small sigh of relief, leaning against Delal's chest and taking in the steady drum against your ear.

"I just worry for you."

The general's laugh is a welcome one, grounding and rich, just like the familiar scent of amber taming your own beating heart.

"I could say the same for you, your majesty." Delal paused, the humor dying on her lips as she appeared distant for a long moment, something on her mind most likely.

"Delal?"

She looks down at you, a mix of emotions on their face- of which a handful you could identify.

She was apprehensive about something, first and foremost.

There was also a small, all too familiar pain written on her expression, however, more importantly- her face held the slightest hint of need.

A selfish desire burned her heart, charring her from the inside out.

"May I request something of you, my love?" The question was sudden- quiet, but you found yourself in no position to deny her.

"Of course," you promise, cupping the side of their face with care- thumb moving along her cheekbone. "Anything."

Delal leaned in slowly, pressing her forehead against yours but making no move to go any further, allowing a long moment for you to pull back- to say no if you wish.

But you still yourself, your expectant look bringing forth an eruption of red across the general's face- crimson blossoming up their neck to the tips of their ears, the heat easing onto their features.

And then they lean in.

Her kiss was devastating, enveloping.

It was the kiss of a soldier who had seen a hundred battles, a soldier who had witnessed comrade after comrade fall.

A kiss from someone who knew her own days were numbered as well, with each fight she'd enter knowing full well that there was a real chance she wouldn't make it out the other end.

A general that had nearly lost her Crown.

Delal needed to make sure her love was okay.

That you were okay.

"Stay by my side, if just for the morning." The general pulls away, lowering your hand from her face. Allowing the tension in the air to fill your lungs instead, her dark eyes boring into yours.

"Is that all?" With a small exhale, your body slowly recovers from her affections.

Delal gives a solemn nod, "I wouldn't dare ask for more."

You know she doesn't ask this lightly of you. As little as the request itself is. There was no one more dedicated to her job, to her country- no one more bound to their duty than your love.

"The general of my army is currently on leave for rest," you hum, watching the tension disappear from Delal upon hearing your light tone. "It would be wise of me to spend the day ensuring her condition remains stable."

No one would dare deny the Crown a day's rest anyhow- especially in light of an assassination attempt.

The general leaned in, pressing a much lighter kiss to your cheek. "If you are certain, beloved."

"You speak as if you ask the very world from me," you joke, biting back a small laugh as Delal leaves another kiss, this time on your jaw.

"I feel as though I am," She sighs in response, knowing better than most- the work the two of you would be leaving behind- the responsibilities left unattended.

Taking the initiative this time, you lean in to kiss her cheek- hoping to help keep her concern at bay.

"Would you rest easier if I order some servants to bring in our work for today?"

Delal, seeming pleased with the idea simply nods, giving your hand a gentle squeeze- brushing their lips against your knuckles.

"Yes, your imperial majesty- I thank you for your consideration."

She hugs you close, Delal finding comfort with the fact that you're the safest you'll ever be in her arms.

And you, finding comfort in knowing that the one you love most will recover well- living on to fight another day.

[glitterdustcyclops]

tonight i just randomly remembered how my ex invited me to stay with her if i ever wanted to visit her in colorado

you know, in the home she literally shares with her long-term partner, the one she dumped me for

and just

wow

[celestial-toys]

been laying here listening to Lucky by Dermot Kennedy on loop for half an hour while thinking about Everything Stays and crying

[stardust-sunset]

my favorite thing is when my little brother claims to be sick suddenly my parents go into panic mode and are all “oh well if you don’t wanna go to school that’s fine” and “aw you can go to the nurse if you need” but then whenever i get sick it’s “stop faking, you’re not staying home” even though i’ve been coughing up mouthfuls of phlegm for the last week and i feel like straight up ass and can’t even keep my eyes open

[2-kamikou-1]

can nobody see how agonizing this fucking feels